Stop fidgeting

Lauren reluctantly moved to the middle of the room, once again butt naked before a class full of her giggling, jeering peers. Was she really going to give a speech like this? It appeared she had ****. Blushing furious, she **** herself to begin speaking.

"Uh, beauty standards are very... um... important... in the modern world." Lauren began ad-libbing awkwardly. Almost immediately her teacher cut her off.

"Lauren, you know better then this. When you're giving a speech no fidgeting, no nervous stammering." Mr. Mashall chided her.

"You have to project confidence. Stand up straight, chin up, chest out. Hands at your side, not cupping yourself."

"But... but..." Lauren stammered. "That will... show... everything!"

"Lauren, I was just told this was your idea." Mr. Mashall pointed out. "Besides, we can already see just about everything anyways."

Lauren bit her lip, sweating. Could she really just expose herself to the class like that and make up a speech on the spot?