The shirt has to go

“Pershing. I need you to remove your shirt. More than a couple buttons this time.” Gloria says.

“I’m in front of a student! We can surely wait a little longer.” She fights.

“He’s been in health class. There’s nothing new.”

“Real exposure is a whole lot different to a textbook diagram!”

“Sasha. You still have your bra. Remove your shirt. I’ll go too.” Again, she walks her through the motions. You find it impossible not to stare as Gloria slips out of a damp, white shirt. Sasha does the same, the clothing falling onto the floor. “There. Over and done with.” She says, covering her bra with an arm. You sigh in tiredness. The two look at you. You close your eyes and, before you know it, Pershing has a hand on your forehead. Gloria is also inspecting you. “Hmm. It doesn’t look great. I recommend that you also strip out of your shirt.”

“What? This isn’t some communal strip club! This is a school! What about the dress code?”

“This is an elevator and if you want to get out of it safely, you’ll do as I say. This emergency overrules all code of conduct.” She tugs gently at your shirt then let’s go. You look concerningly toward the principal.

“Do as your teacher says. She knows what she’s doing.” You stand another ten seconds before reluctantly taking off the shirt like the other two. With school(mainly catching up due to missing so much) taking up most of your time, you couldn’t fit much time into the gym, however with the little amount of time you could go, you utilized it. You found that it helped to at least be confident when you were blackmailed out of your clothes. “I’m taking off these heels while I’m at it.” Joined soon by Hemlock, Pershing takes off her shoes and adds them alongside her shirt. “It’s ok. We still have our hose… and our bras and our skirts.” Gloria wasn’t wearing a skirt, opting for suit pants, but didn’t bring it up.