She's to abandon her panties

Having entered the room relatively late, Mackenzie was sitting towards the front of the large classroom of nearly 50 students. And even though she couldn't see it, she sure felt like everyone in the room was watching her. Which, for the most part, was true. Mackenzie's notoriety combined with her barely decent shirt had caught the attention all the students, even if the professor herself hadn't yet noticed. And the fact that she wasn't wearing any pants didn't exactly help.

But, just before the professor was ready to begin introducing herself, Mackenzie heard a soft strange sound right as someone moved behind her. It sounded like a soft click. Mackenzie's curiosity was immediately replaced with concern, however, when she felt someone tugging on the waistband of her underwear! She whipped her head down and to the side just in time to see a boy with a red wristband securing a handcuff loop through the side of her panties! The boy stood and began walking speedily towards the exit, making sure to keep his head turned so Mackenzie couldn't see his face.

"HEY!" Mackenzie shouted, just as the professor began speaking.

"Ahem!" she intoned, glaring at Mackenzie. The redhead's next few words died on her lips thanks to the withering glare of the middle-aged lady. "I said quiet down please! Class has begun, meaning it's my turn to speak. Now, my name is Professor Klein and I'd like to formally welcome you all to the wonderful world of -"

Mackenzie stopped listening as the professor continued her introduction. She, instead, focused on yet another obstacle that had somehow been thrown her way. Who the hell was THAT?! And why the fuck did he handcuff my panties to my desk? But Mackenzie **** those questions to wait until later. For now, she had to figure out a way out of these before the end of class. But, before she could even think about how to try opening the cuffs, Mackenzie realized the professor was speaking to her again.

"And what about you?" she asked.

"...me?" Mackenzie hesitantly responded. She did not want to be drawing any further attention her way at that moment.

"Why are you taking this class, young lady?"

"Oh! Well I was con-"

"Stand up when you speak!" the professor interrupted. "Address the whole class properly. A large portion of this class will deal with proper forms of communication, you know."

Stand... up?! Mackenzie's mind raced as adrenaline raced through her veins. But... if I do that then my panties...

"Hurry up now!" the professor snapped. "Don't be rude to your classmates!"

With little other choice, Mackenzie placed a notebook in front of her crotch and began slowly rising from her seat. She had hoped that somehow, miraculously, her panties would have found a way to stay on her hips. But no miracle happened. Instead, as Mackenzie rose to a standing position, the trapped panties slid lower and lower down her body. Soon they were a useless pool somewhere around her knees, providing no cover whatsoever. She could hear the muffled sounds of surprise from her dozens of classmates as they all got fantastic views of Mackenzie's curvaceous and uncovered ass. The professor didn't seem to notice Mackenzie awkwardly holding a book over her womanhood and a hand over her ripped top.

"I-I was..." Mackenzie started, sheepishly. But something changed within her at that moment. Nervous and embarrassed Mackenzie was shoved aside for a moment as, once again, confident public speaker Mackenzie took control. "Well, I was considering a major in broadcast journalism," she said cheerily. "And not only is this class a requirement for the major but I heard it can really help students figure out what kind of journalism they're inclined towards!"

"Mmm yes, that's very true," said Professor Klein. She pointed to the boy sitting behind Mackenzie, "And you, young man?"

Mackenzie quickly sat back down and pulled her panties back over her ass. She quietly let out a huge sigh of relief. But she wasn't out of the woods yet!

I only have about 90 minutes left until the class ends, and I need to figure out a way to free my panties from these damn cuffs before then!

But alas, Mackenzie didn't have nearly as long as she thought. Because after everyone had introduced themselves, the professor said, "Alright, now it's time for a group activity. Let's all split up into four groups. We'll count off, and then split up to different parts of the room."

Mackenzie's thoughts of somehow tearing through the side of her panties were suddenly brought to a screeching halt by this revelation.

Wait, WHAT?!? NOOO!!!

The students began counting off.

"1..."

"2..."

"3..."

And then it was Mackenzie's turn. "4..." she meekly said. Then the counting continued.

Her fate was truly sealed until a minute later, when the professor said, "Alright 1's up front, 2's over there, 3's over there, and 4's in the back. Move along now!"

Mackenzie face drained of color. She was going to have to somehow walk clear across the crowded room. And she was going to have to do it without her panties.

As if in a trance, a resigned Mackenzie slowly rose again. Her panties repeated their downwards crawl, revealing her bare ass and womanhood again. The redhead swiftly placed her notebook in front of her pussy and her backpack over her ass, for they were the only forms of cover she had. Then, she began the interminable trek across the room towards the gathering group of students. As she approached them, she saw smirks and smiles lighting up almost every one of their faces.

Mackenzie was quite the sight to them. With her tank top torn, she had the entire right side of her bra on display. Plus, her awkward notebook carry made it blatantly obvious that she was completely bottomless at the moment. She only moved her backpack away a split second before she sat, bare-assed, on one of the empty desk chairs.

"G-group 4, right?" she awkwardly asked.