He totally is

Ashe barely has a second to digest this before an unseen **** yanks her shorts to the floor. Now she's standing in front of you with a pair of pink, heart-print panties on display. She gives a yelp and bends down to retrieve them, only to have an invisible hand hoist her up by her panties so you can pluck the shorts out from under her. The school laughs to see her hanging in mid air, her knees crossed, her hands clutching her crotch, grimacing against a wedgie from a surprisingly girly pair of underpants.

"Hey, Raider's stripping the new girl!" calls a voice somewhere down the hall. "Get down here quickly!"

Raider lets Ashe down again. She whirls about, picking the panties out of her butt and pulling the bottom of her tank top down in a vain attempt to stay covered. You poke her in the buttock once just to tease her.

"Who wants to guess how much her falsies weigh?" you say to the crowd. "Closest guess without going over gets to keep her bra!"

"I am NOT wearing fal--" she starts, before her top flies up and pins her arms above her head. As the invisible Raider holds her in place, you're able to slip a hand down the front of her plain white bra and pluck out a jiggly rubber mass. You chuck this at the adjacent wall, getting a laugh from the gathered students when it bounces with an audible "thwunk!" and goes right back to your hand.

"That's an amazing tit you've got there!" you say.

Ashe manages to free herself from her tank top. She now stands in just her underwear and shoes, only one boob left in her bra, her over-stretched panties threatening to slip right down over her tiny butt. She looks from you, to herself, to where she thinks Raider might be standing, back to you, clearly trying to decide between making a run for it and trying to reclaim her fake boob. Reason wins out, and she grabs the back of her panties and breaks into a sprint.