She forgets about the outfit

Ashley rose out of bed, just like the previous day, only this time, she actually felt pretty good and rested. She looked at her alarm clock. Class would be starting soon, and she liked to show up early.

Ashley got out of bed, and went over to her closet, stripping out of her pajamas as she did so, which was her first mistake. She grabbed the clothes she would wear today, and walked towards the bathroom, not noticing Suzu’s outfit on the floor. While Ashley didn’t know it, the simple action of stripping before reaching the bathroom made it so when she looked in the mirror, she wasn’t surprised to see herself standing there naked. She got in the shower and cleaned herself like normal. When she was done, she stepped out, put on deoderant, and wrapped the towel around her neck. She didn’t put her clothes on yet, which was her second mistake.

She brushed her teeth, brushed her hair and then finally got dressed as she left the the bathroom. Usually, she checked herself in the mirror after getting dressed to make sure she looked good, but for whatever reason, she didn’t this time, which was her third and final mistake. She grabbed her backpack, and with a smile, she unlocked her dorm room, and stepped out, closing and locking it behind her, leaving behind Suzu’s outfit.

In the hallway, Ashley greeted those she passed with good mornings, not noticing at first how they stared at her with shock, or awe, or with leering eyes. Once she did notice, she was a little concerned, but didn’t pay it much mind, and simply continued.

Her concern did continue to grow as she heard giggling from girls she passed, and even saw one pointing at her. She looked down, but didn’t see anything wrong. She shook it off and simply ignored them as she exited the dorm and stepped out.

The sunlight felt great against her skin, but today, it felt...warmer than usual. She didn’t pay it much mine, however. What she pay mind to was how students milling about the field were pointing at her, laughing, and even taking pictures of her. She looked all over herself, but couldn’t find anything wrong. She sped up her pace to her classroom.

Once she was finally to the building, she stepped inside, and continued getting the same treatment from other students. Along with that, a teacher named Mr. Orson stared at her with a joyous expression. That wasn’t anything unusual, though. While there had never been any substantial thing that would be enough to get him fired, he was known by the students for being a pervert. Ashley had, along with lots of other students, had experienced more than one look from him. This time, though, instead of a passing glance, he continued staring after her. She could feel his eyes on her ass as she walked down the hallway. She had made it past him a bit before he finally spoke.

“Damn...I gotta say, I’m enjoying the view. You should do this more often~” Ashley looked back at him in confusion, but at his disgusting face, she turned back and continued walking. She heard him giggling behind her as she turned the corner.

Finally, she reached the classroom, and without hesitation, she opened the door and walked in. Her teacher, Mrs. Patterson, looked up at the sound, and he face twisted into one of shock, horror, and anger.

“MS PACKINS!!!” She shouted, shocking Ashley. The students, their attention drawn by the rare event of Mrs. Patterson raising her voice, looked over at Ashley, and just like everyone else, started giggling and even taking pictures.

“What..huh...?” Ashley stuttered, utterly confused.

“What in god’s name are you doing?!” Mrs. Patterson asked incredulously.

“I...I don’t...”

“I never would’ve expected someone like you to think it would be funny to enter MY CLASSROOM like...THAT!” Mrs. Patterson continued. Ashley was completely, utterly confused. That is, until she suddenly got a text. She fished her phone out of her pocket, and looked at who it was. The name of the person who had texted her hit her like a punch to the gut.

It was Suzu.

With shaking hands, Ashley opened the text.

“The outfit is almost ready. Should be done later today.” Was all it said. But it was enough to send everything roaring back to Ashley, and she slipped the phone back in her pocket before quickly throwing her hands over her chest and crotch.

“I-I-“

“Come here!” Mrs. Patterson said, pointing down to the ground in front of her. Ashley paled.

“B-but-“

“You are the one who decided to go without clothes, now come here!” Mrs. Patterson said, glaring daggers. Ashley gulped, and slowly made her way down the aisle to the front of the classroom. As she passed, she saw more pictures being taken, and giggles being heard. She even heard a catcall that made her blush hard. Once she was in front of Mrs. Patterson, she stopped and looked up. She was scowling.

“You are going to be reported to the headmaster.” She said, and Ashley’s eyes went wide. “Until then-“ Mrs. Patterson walked over and grabbed a towel laying underneath her desk. She walked back and held it out to Ashley. “You’re lucky I keep this in case of emergencies, and you’re also lucky that I’m giving this to you after coming into my classroom like this.” Ashley nodded and snatched the towel, quickly wrapping it around herself as best she could. It wasn’t big, and barely reached from her chest to her crotch. She tied it, and tried to resist the urge to pull it down. She was showing off way more cleavage than she would’ve liked, but it was better than nothing.

It wasn’t very good in the back, though. While he front was covered enough, she could feel that the bottom of her ass was still visible, which she awkwardly held a hand over as the other students snickered.

“Now then,” Mrs. Patterson said. “sit in your seat until the headmaster gets here.” Ashley nodded and sat down, painfully aware of how the towel was now barely hiding her crotch. The giggles and snickers continued, even when Mrs. Patterson tried to shush them. She walked over to her phone, and called up the headmaster. She spoke quietly so they couldn’t hear, but she stared at Ashley the entire time, which left her blushing with shame.

After a while, the headmaster finally showed up. He walked in the room, and immediately spotted Ashley. He walked down and stopped right in front of her.

Mr. Port was a tall, lean man with straight, short black hair, looking as professional as always. His dark green eyes always seemed to look deep into the souls of those he peered at. He stared down at her, which made her cringe, as, whether intentional or not, he was looking down at her cleavage.

“Come.” He said simply. Ashley nodded and stood up, putting a hand against the exposed part of her ass once more as she followed the headmaster out of the room, finally getting away from the other students.

However, now she had to travel with him back across campus to his office. That meant once again passing by Orson, who was seated at a nearby table. He made his staring less obvious, so Port wouldn’t see, but she could still feel his gaze on her ass as they passed.

Ashley felt shame unlike anything she’d felt before as she was basically led by the hand across campus in the embarrassingly small towel. The two attracted no small amount of attention, and Ashley spent most of the time looking down, trying to focus on the fact that at the very least, she wasn’t naked this time.

After an agonizingly long walk, they finally made it to his office. He gestured her inside, before entering herself. He closed the door behind them, and shut the blinds. She was thankful for the privacy. As Port walked over to his seat, Ashley glanced around the office.

Pictures littered the wall behind him, mostly pictures of his dog, and a few pictures of a woman standing next to a much younger Port. On the right wall was a bookshelf, filled with books on topics ranging from child psychology, to basic teaching manners, to pet care. On the left were several trophies and awards that had his name on them.

Port cleared his throat, which pulled her attention back to him. He stared at her with those intense eyes that made her want to retreat into herself like a turtle into its shell. He stared at her silently for way too long before finally speaking.

“We need to talk.”