Try to find Claire in class

Anna briefly considered the alternatives but in the end decided to take the direct route and simply go to class naked - again - and pick up her clothing from Claire. She'd already endured a nude lesson once and things had gone pretty smoothly. For the second time that day Anna stepped out of the bathroom wearing only her shoes and socks.

It felt different this time, though. The first time around had felt surreal; her brain had checked out and she'd acted on autopilot. Perhaps it was post-nut clarity... she paused. What was the female equivalent of that? Post-clam clarity? Post-squirt clarity? She shrugged, and continued moving. Whatever it was it made her more aware of her body's reactions to walking around in the buff. The air felt colder - not uncomfortably so, but enough so that she could feel goosebumps raising on her arms. She was also more aware of her body's natural movement. Unrestrained by underwear or clothing of any kind she could feel her breasts quivering with every step; she could see them moving out of the bottom of her eyes. Her ass was jiggling too.

The route to the next class took her past her locker, which she stopped beside. She bit her lip nervously. The bell had signalled for the next class, but the fact that the hallways were completely empty indicated that she was running late now. She didn't want to get in trouble for being tardy. But since she was going to be attending the class without her uniform... it kind of seemed like she was in trouble anyway. She opened up her locker. She kicked off her shoes and placed them inside. Then she rolled down her socks and pulled those off too, adding them to her shoes. She closed the door and locked it.

She raised her heel off the ground so that she was on her tiptoes and continued towards the next class. It was a lot quieter being barefoot, she noticed, and by standing on tiptoes she reduced the jiggling by a significant amount. Although she probably looked fairly stupid she figured that her walk wouldn't be the first thing people noticed when they saw her.

Now completely, 100% naked she reached the classroom door. She took a deep breath, released it, and opened the door. She stepped inside walking normally again. She grimaced as her breasts heaved up and down.

"Ah, Anna - you're late." said the teacher, an old man with only a few tufts of grey hair on his head and glasses perched on his nose. Mr. Ward, the French teacher. "And I see you're being very liberal with your application of the dress code."

"Sorry sir." Anna replied.

She looked around the classroom. The student desks faced the teacher's desk at the front and over a dozen other students sitting at them were watching Anna. Some with amusement, some with keen interest, and one or two in shock (clearly they hadn't been in Anna's math class). She sought out Claire amongst the group.