She reluctantly complies.

"Y-yes s-sir." Taylor called back to the professor in as steady a voice as she could muster. Even so, her stuttering gave a hint at the conflict erupting within her body. She felt sweat running down her back under the hoodie. She felt like she had a fever, but she hadn't felt sick all day, how could she be feeling this way?

Taylor sat back in her seat after she shuffled sideways past some other students, she blushed as they follower her movements with their eyes, smiling in a mocking way after the professor called on her. Her face was feeling far to heated by the time she sat down. Normally, she would have wanted to sink into her hoodie and forget her embarrassment, but instead she felt suffocated by the garment's heat.

Taylor supposed it wouldn't be too much of a problem to remove the hoodie, it's not like she wasn't wearing clothes underneath it, like some kind of exhibitionist or something. She looped her nimble fingers around the hem of the plush garment and pulled it up and over her head. When she looked down to pile the hoodie in her lap, she realized just how much this 'fever' was effecting her. Her cute, but tight, t-shirt was nearly soaked through with sweat, she could see the outline of her bra through the material, and she was sure if anybody was looking at her, they would be able to see it too.

Taylor opted against keeping the hoodie on her lap and instead held it against her chest and crossed her arms on top of the material. Sure, the position would look a little **** from the outside, but at least it covered her. The downside, however, was that she could feel herself getting ever hotter. The professor's voice faded into the background as she focused on making it through the lecture without overheating.