Sandry was, above everything, a good girl and a good student. And she had been through quite a morning so far, when nothing had gone her way and she did not know what to do. So when she was given a direct instruction, she went. And entered the classroom wearing three pasties on her front, and nothing at all on her back.
She felt goosebumps break out across every inch of her skin and she wondered if it was cold in the classroom before reminding herself that of course it was, she was basically naked.
The other students stopped what they were doing and turned to stare at the well-endowed brunette, breasts bobbing gently as she walked, pale and nude buttocks jiggling side to side, walking up the middle aisle of desks to her seat.
The plastic of the chair was cold, Sandry let out a squeak as she sat in it and almost jumped up again, but stopped herself. She tugged the chair closer to the desk, legs squealing on the tile floor, until the edge of the desk rested on her unfortunately prominent belly.
"Bonjour." Mlle Pascal entered, tottering a little as the attractive young teacher was hobbled both by slightly too high heels as well as an ankle-length pencil skirt. The class obediently replied with a "bonjour" on unison.
Mlle Pascal looked over the class, then stopped. Something had not been right. She took another look over the gathering of blue, grey and white in front of her, until her eyes rested on the girl at the back who was just pink.
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