Sabrina figures it out

The bell rang, signalling the end of class. Good news for everyone except Sabrina, who had been hoping to sneak to her locker for clothes without being seen. Before she could think of what to do the corridor was a mass of people, and she was suddenly getting a lot of attention.

She held her hands over her pert breasts and her crotch with its naturally blonde triangle of public hair, but her firm peach-like buttocks were left uncovered and several of the guys got pinches and slaps in on her rear before disappearing in the anonymous mass of people.

Sabrina looked around desperately for one of her friends to help her but there was no sign of any of them. Her face burned red with shame and she squirmed on the spot, trying to cover herself, make herself as small as possible, but there was no way to hide. She saw people bringing out camera phones and she turned away from them, only to find more phones facing her in the other direction.

"Please... No!" she gasped, moving through the crowd of people, feeling more hands against her body, more gropes and pinches, stinging smacks on her backside which set it jiggling.

She saw a door in front of her and went through it, into a store closet, once she was in she immediately closed and locked it.

Finally she could breathe, but it felt like her cheeks might never stop burning. She was so utterly humiliated, she did not know how she could ever show her face in school again.

And then she realised. The feeling like she was cursed, too many things going too wrong. A push to get her to leave her school, **** her to go to the Academy.

"The Weird Sisters did this." Sabrina sighed. They had the sadistic sense of humour to do this, reduce her to a ****, naked girl hiding in a cupboard. Well, if that's what they wanted...

It took Sabrina a few minutes to draw the symbols on the floor with a marker pen she took from a shelf. One for Prudence, one for Dorcas, one for Agatha. The three of them should be in their own classes right now, with any luck, and not expecting this.

A simple transportation spell is not too difficult, especially if the subject is an inanimate object and you aren't fussy about the condition it arrives in. A few words from Sabrina and a puff of smoke, and in each of the three symbols appeared a lace-collared dress. One from each sister. Sabrina picked one up and shook it, out fell a bra and panties to confirm her **** spell had been completely successful.

But a hasty teleportation spell, where you don't include safeguards for the item in question, can be damaging, and as she shook the dress it came apart in her hands, falling to the floor in multiple pieces. Sabrina knew the rest of her stolen clothing would be the same.

"Right," Sabrina said, looking at the ruined clothing and then to the cupboard door, her only protection from hundreds of sets of eyes on her nude body, "Now what?"