Tandy's asked in front of the class

Tandy curled up in her chair, mentally trying desperately to pull out of the vision, to no avail. Oh god, this couldn't be happening.

Dozens of people were looking at her, seeing the pale blonde shaking, feet up on her chair in a frantic attempt at modesty.

Part of her wanted to run out the class, but the thought of doing that made her flush too. She couldn't even stand without showing off her ass.

No, she'd stay where she was until she figured out how to escape this, or Evita fixed whatever the hell she'd done.

"Tandy, could you come here for a moment?" the teacher said.

Tandy looked up, an undignified squeal escaping her lips.

"What? God no," Tandy said, flushing.

"Miss Bowen, come up here at once," the teacher snapped.

Did she really see nothing wrong with making Tandy expose herself to the class? No, damn it, of course she didn't, this was a nightmare. Nightmare logic applied; everyone was dedicated to making this as mortifying as possible.

The chair under her started to burn. Tandy yelped, instinctively leaping to her feet; the class tittered, suddenly able to get a clear view of her tits.

Blushing, Tandy crossed her arms, then remember to hide her pussy too. She stared incredulously down at the chair; it still seemed normal, but apparently on top of everything the nightmare wasn't going to give her a choice.

Her pale skin now a bright red, Tandy awkwardly trudged to the front of the class. She hurried slightly, turning around as quickly as she could to hide her behind.

Wait, did those students have their phones out? She flushed deeper, realising they were getting photos. They were getting photos of her naked body and the teacher didn't even care!

No, focus Tandy. They weren't real. This isn't real, it's just a vision, a cheap trick. Even if it felt so...

"Thank you Tandy," the teacher said. "Now, I just need your help to demonstrate something."