There’s a bit of an accident.

Sabrina sets her materials down and awaits Mrs. Smith’s instruction. She’s quite anxious, and for once in her life, she just wants to get started on this lab, as the sooner she starts, the sooner she finishes...

“Sabrina, why aren’t you wearing any protective gear?” her lab partner Jen asks.

“Because there wasn’t any left.”

“Oh, okay. I’m surprised Smith still let you do this lab! Don’t ya think it‘s kinda dangerous to do with an apron?”

“Yeah, I guess. I don’t care though, I’m just trying to pass.”

“Aren’t you scared you might get some of this acid on your skin or clothes? I heard if you do, you have to get naked and take a shower in front of everyone!”

Sabrina gulps. “Y-Yeah, I know. But I’m not worried.” Sabrina lied. She was very worried indeed. Her naked incident in front of her parents earlier this morning was embarrassing enough; being naked in front of her entire chemistry class would be MUCH worse! Sabrina shakes her head. “That’s not gonna happen, that’s not gonna happen, stop worrying yourself...” she thinks to herself.

“Okay class, we will be starting our lab now that everyone is ready. Please take your beaker and pour 50ml of the corrosive acid inside.”

“I’ll do that, Sabrina!” exclaims Jen. She picks up the glass of acid and quickly begins pouring it inside the beaker.

“Uh, Jen? You might wanna move the beaker away from the edge of the table, if it falls or something it’s gonna land on me.“

"Oh, come on Sab! You just said you weren't worried..."

"I know, but still-"

Just as Sabrina says this, Jen accidentally loses grip of the glass! It falls on the beaker, which leads to it breaking, and it’s contents spilling all over Sabrina!

"Aaaaaah! Fuck! Jen, look at what you've done!" screams Sabrina.

"Shit! I'm sorry Sabrina! I swear it was an accident!"

"Yeah fucking right, Jen! You did that shit on purpose!"

"Shut up, Sabrina! I didn't! It's your fault for not getting an apron anyway!"

Mrs. Smith overhears the girls' argument. "Girls! What's the matter here?"

"Jen purposely broke the beaker with the acid in it and spilled it on me!" cries Sabrina.

"It was an accident!" Jen yells.

Mrs. Smith decides she's having none of this. "Jen, Sabrina, enough fighting! Sabrina, if what you just said is true, I need you to remove your top, shorts, and whatever other clothes the acid has touched.”

“What?!?” cries Sabrina.

“You heard me, Sabrina! You need to strip them off before the acid has a chance to reach your undergarments or your skin. If it does, you’re going to have to spend the rest of the class nude. That doesn’t sound too fun, now does it Sabrina?”

By now, everyone in class has stopped what they’re doing and started focusing on Sabrina. What they notice that Sabrina doesn’t, though, is that her top is already beginning to disintegrate.

“Umm... Sabrina?” whispers the boy in front of Sabrina. “Your tank-top... is starting to disintegrate...”

Sabrina looks down. Oh no! He wasn’t lying! Her top is starting to disappear!

“Sabrina! Take that off now!” yells a frantic Mrs. Smith.

“Okay! But don’t look!” Sabrina lifts her tattered tank-top above her head and throws it to the ground, exposing her firm, round tits to her chemistry class. She quickly throws an arm around them, although by then most people already got an eyeful.

“Don’t stop there, Sabrina! Remove those shorts too!”

Sabrina merely nods and complies. Soon, the shorts are off and she is clad only in her shoes.

“Where’d your underwear go, Sabrina? Did that dissolve too?” inquires Mrs. Smith.

“No. I-I didn’t wear any today.”

“Hmm. You do realize that is against our school’s dress code, correct?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Mm. Well, anyhow, you’re gonna have to go to the safety shower and rinse yourself off. Since you didn’t have any undergarments, the acid could easily be on your skin right now.”

“Okay ma’am,” Sabrina says. She slips off her shoes and socks and, reluctantly, makes her way to the front of the class, where the safety shower is located. “Whoever designed this school is a moron, why the hell is the shower is front of the class?” she mumbles to herself.

“Oh! And by the way, Sabrina, please take your hands off your breasts and your vagina. There possibly could be acid residue on your hands.”

“What? Really, Mrs. Smith? But then everyone will see my boobs and vagina!”

“Sabrina, your health matters more than your modesty. Please listen to me.”

“Yeah, we already saw them anyway!” a girl shouts.

Sabrina sighs. She drops her arms.

“Daaaaaamn girl!”

“Those tits are nice!”

“Look at that trimmed pussy!”

“Sweeeeet!”

“Everybody settle down!” yells Mrs. Smith. “Sabrina, go take your shower now.”

“Yes, Mrs Smith.”

Sabrina turns around and walks into the shower. She certainly didn’t expect this to happen today, but here she is now, nude as the day she was born, at school...