Next lesson- Home Economics

Sandry had barely made it back to her classroom before the bell rang and she was caught up in the rush of pupils going to their next lesson. She had hoped to figure out a way to get something to wear, but she was so opposed to being late for class that she let herself be taken along.

She joined the other boys and girls in the home economics classroom, standing in rows behind the benches.

Their teacher put up a recipe on the overhead projector and told them to begin baking cupcakes, while she would come around and see if anyone needed help.

Sandry finally had a bit of good luck, as each student was issued an apron. She hung the plain brown fabric over her neck and tied it behind her. Now at least her front was mostly covered, even though her back was fully revealed. She tried to **** the blush to recede a little from her cheeks, but every time she thought of the cheeks of her face, she reminded herself of the cheeks of her exposed backside.

Sandry looked at the recipe on the board, and tried to busy herself putting ingredients into a bowl under a stand mixer, then she leaned forwards and switched it on.

The mixer whirred to life, and Sandry immediately realised something was wrong as she felt a tightening around her chest, a pulling and then a loosening and her breasts bounced free, her black bra snagged in the mixer, pulled off and ripped apart.

She looked down at herself in shock. She had been leaning to close, costing her part of her little remaining clothing and leaving her in just her white thong, apron, socks and shoes.

"Oh, cripes." she muttered, biting her lip.