Last class of the week

"Okay," said Ashley. "It's your last class of the week. All you have to do is get through it in your underwear, and you'll be done."

"You don't have to remind me," said Bev, scowling. The three cheerleaders and her had drama class together. They were standing together backstage, behind the closed curtain, waiting to perform a short play before an audience of students. "I know how it works. After this I'm going to make sure I never fall for one of your pranks ever, ever again."

"Are you sure about that?"

"Of course I'm sure. In fact, I might start playing a few pranks on you, just to get my own back."

"Oh, no," said Ashley. "We'll have to be very careful about that. But, just to be completely clear, if you don't get through this whole class in your underwear, you've welshed on your bet, and you have to spend the whole next week completely in the nude. No clothes on from now until next Friday, and going to every single class stark bare naked for everyone to see. Plus, you have to come shopping with us on the weekend, and go to all our cool cheerleader parties. And we get to tease you in front of everyone and do anything we want to you."

"I understand that. I'm not a silly little girl, you know. Anyway, it's only one class. I think I can get through it."

"I'm sure you can."

"Anyway," said Bev. "While we're all waiting for the curtain to open, there's a fun little drama exercise I'd like to try. I read about it on the internet."

"What is it?"

"Well, apparently if you strip down naked before the curtain opens, it gives you an enormous rush of confidence, and makes you a much better actress."

"Wow," said Ashley. "But then wouldn't the whole audience see you naked? That sounds really embarrassing."

"No, no. You put all your clothes back on before the curtain opens up. Nobody actually sees you. It just gives you a thrill to think they might."

"But do we have time to do that?"

"I talked to the stagehands," said Bev, "and the curtains aren't going to open for another fifteen minutes. Definitely. So the three of you have plenty of time to get completely naked."

"You're absolutely sure they wouldn't open up before that? I really don't want to be caught naked and embarrassed in front of the whole class. There's a few teachers out there, and a lot of very cute boys. Plus I think the drama club is livestreaming it to the internet."

"I promise you it's fine."

"Well, okay," said Ashley. "Let's all get naked, then! There's only one problem."

"What's that?"

"I've forgotten how to do it."

"To do what?"

"To get naked. Somehow I just can't remember how it works."

"What do you mean, you don't remember how it works? It's the simplest thing in the world!"

"It's something to do with taking your clothes off?" Ashley looked puzzled. "I'm sorry, I don't remember. I'm just a dumb cheerleader, after all."

"You can't be serious. One of you must remember how to get naked."

Katey shrugged. "No idea," she said.

Tiffany shrugged. "Completely slipped my mind," she said.

"Fine," snapped Bev, enormously frustrated. "If you're too stupid to do it, I'll have to show you. Look how easy it is!" She unsnapped her bra and tossed it aside, before slipping her panties down her ankles and hurling them away to stage left. "See how easy it is, you stupid cheerleaders? All you have to do is remove everything you're wearing! God, I'm so much smarter than all of you. I can't believe what silly little girls you are."

The curtains opened.

The theatre was absolutely packed with people from all across the school. Bev knew that. She'd invited them all there to watch her prank the cheerleaders by tricking them into stripping naked on stage. She'd made a point of inviting absolutely everyone she knew, including all the professors she most respected, and all the cute boys she had crushes on. Multiple cameras were recording the stage from every angle. She'd really made sure that it would be a big, popular, public spectacle.

"Oh, dear," she said, in a very weak voice.

The whole theatre burst into uproarious laughter as she stood there, stark naked, pale skin gleaming in the spotlights, strawberry nipples stiffening in the cold, small breasts bouncing slightly, auburn braids dangling against her bare back, rosy tuft of pubic hair framed by her white thighs, flanked by three smirking cheerleaders. She felt like the most naked girl in the world. Nobody had ever, ever been nakeder than her. She couldn't move for how naked she was.

Naked.

Naked naked naked.

Naked. On stage. In public. In front of the cute boys. Naked.

Naked naked naked naked naked.

She was naked.

It was the most unbearable, uncomfortable, excruciating, humiliating, teasing, tormenting feeling in the world. Standing there naked in front of the class with everyone looking at you. Laughing at you. Making fun of you. Making you feel absolutely small and ridiculous.

And naked.

Very naked.

Naked naked naked naked naked naked naked.

In class. Naked. A gullible silly little loser. Who was naked.

Naked.

It was like a bad dream. She wanted to be anywhere else. But she wasn't anywhere else. She was there, in class, on stage, without any clothes on. There was nothing she could do about it. She was naked.

And she felt Ashley's breath tickle her ear as the cheerleader leaned in to whisper to her. "Looks like somebody's welched on her bet."