Study time... naked!

It was several hours later. Bev was sitting in the library, trying to study.

She had to concentrate. She had a big test tomorrow, for her Women and Comedy class. Professor Penny Weiss had promised the class that the girl who did the worst on the test would have to do something very funny in front of the whole class. Bev didn't want to be that girl. She didn't like being laughed at even when she was clothed. She really, really didn't like the idea of having to do something funny, and having the whole class laugh at her, when she was naked. So she had to do well on the test.

But she was finding it hard to concentrate on her textbook.

Because of the nudity issue. The tiny problem of her bareness. The fact that she was sitting there in the library without any clothes on.

Of course, she'd been naked all day. She thought about her day.

First, she'd had to stand in front of her whole maths class, trying and failing to answer problems on the blackboard, while all the other students took a long look at her bare ass.

Second, she'd had dance class. Since it was a nice day, the instructor had taken the class out onto the school lawns and made them practice pirouettes over and over while people walked by and gawked at them.

Third, she had Introduction to Psychology. The professor had decided to give a detailed lecture on the psychology of female embarrassment, and called her up in front of the class to use as a demonstration. Bev had been made to stand there with her hands on her head while her blushing cheeks, her stammering voice, her goosebumped thighs and stiffening nipples were all pointed out and discussed at length before all her fascinated classmates. It had gone so well that the professor had decided to draft her into a semester-long research project, subjecting her to embarrassment experiments for three hours every Thursday. She hadn't been able to say no.

Fourth was lunch. At lunchtime the cheerleaders had picked her up, spanked her bottom in front of everyone, rolled her in the mud and thrown her in the duckpond.

And fifth was study period. At least there was nobody here to bother her. Not actively. Of course, she was still sitting stark naked in the middle of a public library full of students, and they were all looking at her, and they all knew she was the girl who'd been rolled in the mud and thrown in the duckpond earlier. But at least they weren't rolling her in the mud and throwing her in the duckpond right now.

At least she was being left alone.

Alone, that is, except for the brunette in the orange sweater who all of a sudden plonked herself down in the table opposite Bev, with a serious expression on her face. "Hi," she said. "I'm Velma. We need to talk."