Try and find some clothes

The moment the sound of Rebecca's footsteps die away, you drop your arms. Rebecca wasn't someone to be messed with, but there was no way you were going to stay there; what would you say if someone walked in?

After disobeying her, you knew staying in school for the rest of the day wasn't an option. Find some clothes, then head home. You'd perfected the art of appearing ill when you were younger, it wouldn't be too hard to convince anyone if necessary.

A quick search of the locker room proved your assumptions correct; there wasn't anything to wear. Not a towel, not even a stray sock! With one arm cradling your large breasts, you push the locker room door open and peer out. You can hear hear muffled voices from nearby classrooms, but the corridor is deserted. Not having a phone or watch on you, you didn't know what the time was, so you would have to move quickly if you didn't want to be trapped completely naked in a corridor when lessons finished.

Taking a deep breath, you step out. More shivers run through your already frozen body as the cool air assaults your naked skin, the cold floor beginning to leach any remaining heat out of you through your bare feet. With one hand nestled between your legs and the other arm supporting your breasts, you hurry quickly but quietly down the corridor, your ears on high alert for approaching footsteps while looking all around for anything that could act as substitute clothing.

By some miracle, you make it to the same corridor as the lost property room without being seen. Just a few more steps and you'll be reunited with clothes.