Solution

In a random Janitor’s closet…

“Why does this keep happening to me!?” Renee questioned, standing in her black panties and ripped up tights. Hugging her bare chest, as her mind spun in a panic thinking about how to get out of this situation.

When… “Renee Beacorps, if you’re still on school grounds, please report to the Vice Principal's office immediately” the scary voice of Ms. Cunningham said over the intercom.

Renee gulped in terror, but soon calmed down and thought about it. Ms. Cunningham was intense but not unreasonable, unless it came to her daughter, so as long as she went in and explained what happened she should be fine. Even if the cameras glitched out, as they usually did during her mind bending wardrobe malfunctions, there were plenty of witnesses who could back her up. Mr. Dwyer especially.

Calming her mind and relaxing a bit Renee sat on a metal shelf for a moment. Preparing herself for the streak up to the front office, which she of course ran the opposite direction of in her earlier **** escape.

“Thankfully the hallways should be empty now, running around topless is bad enough. Going through a crowd would be hell” she thought to herself, before standing up.

*Rip!*

Freezing Renee cringed before saying “please don’t be what I think it is” before bringing a hand down to her butt. Almost about to cry as she felt nothing but skin, then to her crotch and felt her untrimmed grove.

Now in the classic Enf pose she turned around to see if her panties were recoverable. Of course they weren’t without a sewing kit or enough duct tape to make a skirt with anyway. “Wait! That’s not a bad idea! There has to be something I can use to cover up with in here” she said to herself before looking around.