Reality never lives up to fantasy

Christina walked into the room calmly, trying to act nothing was out of the ordinary, her feet lightly slapping the floor. She tried to mimic a pace she felt showed that extra bit of confidence, but she had barely made it five steps through the room when dread settled in.

What the hell am I doing?

She was careful to not make eye contact with anyone, not wanting to see any leers or grins, or looks of shock.

Please let this be one of those horrible dreams everyone talks about.

Students had started whispering before she was entirely through the doorway but now she heard laughter starting to crop up. The teacher had fallen dead silent but she heard his footsteps heading towards his desk. She kept moving down the aisle towards her desk, stepping over a classmate’s backpack in the process. She felt a quiver in her lips and pursed them together, hoping no one noticed. All she could think was to keep holding herself together and get to her desk.

“I love these new school uniforms,” a male student joked, followed by more laughter.

“James, watch yourself!” the teacher exclaimed, dialing the administrative office on the standard issue phone every classroom had.

“What? If someone’s more comfortable like this I say-“

“Shut it!”

Christina slid into her desk, the plastic chair uncomfortably cool against her naked ass and lower back. She lifted her hand to pick up her pencil but paused halfway before covering her breasts with the arm, her other hand covering her vagina.

This was such a stupid, stupid mistake, she thought. Why did I ever think this would be hot?

Mr. Johnson arrived, carrying his jacket. He started to put it over Christina when she took it from him and started wrapping it around herself.

“Come on,” he said, “an admin’s going to meet us in the halls.”

Christina stood back up, thankful the jacket covered everything appropriately. She followed him through the class and out the door where she saw one of the assistant principals heading towards them.

“I don’t know what’s gotten into you,” the teacher said.

Christina just shook her head, and started walking to the head office with the vice principal.

Author’s preferred end to this path.