These Mental Stripdown Incidents

“Mishima-kun, wait! If you do something like that to us, we’ll get arrested or expelled for sure. I know you like teasing us, but you don’t really hate us that much do you? Please have mercy? Just this once?” Ann begged, her voice assuming a syrupy sweet tone. “We could make it up to you…”

The text pinged a moment later. “Wow. Are you really that bad an actor, Panther, or are you hoping I’ll have pity on you if you make your performance as pathetic as possible?”

Ann glared and puffed up her cheeks in a pout. “It wasn’t that bad.”

“Well relax. I told you before. Exposing you to the metaverse affected the cognition on this side. No one is going to arrest you or expel you. Or hurt you…well, aside from the spanks and the groping. Everyone will be too interested in humiliating you! The only long term consequences of being naked in public today will be to your modesty and dignity!”

“Even so, you can’t just…” Makoto began.

Kasumi gulped as a tiny ripple of distortion emanated around her like she was hip deep in a pond. Her navel was now exposed, and her skirt had long another inch! A text appeared on her phone. “The clock is ticking Phantom Queens.”

The girls stared at each other in alarm.

“The next train comes in ten minutes.” Makoto whispered. “But it’ll take 45 minutes to get to Shujin according to the commuter schedule…”

“It’ll be faster on foot.” Futaba said.

“In heels?” Ann asked.

“In 45 minutes the only thing we’ll have left is our heels!” Haru pointed out.

“All right Senpais, time to move! Less talking, more walking!” Kasumi said, slapping Ann butt to coax her out of her ****.

“This again??” Ann squeeked even as she started to run.

“Just a little motivation!” Kasumi said jogging alongside her.

“…you know I’m going to get you back for that as soon as I can catch you alone after I get my hands on my whip, right?”

Kasumi blushed, then shrugged, applying another slap to the blond girls ass who screamed in giggling dismay.

The race was on. The journey to the top of the subway exposed an upper abs and belly and a startling amount of leg. A block later the girls torso was bared and they were left with a mini skirt. Two block on and their their shirts looked more like tank tops and their skirts more like belts. Cat calls, wolf whistles and laughter greeted them every step of the way. Another block and the underside of their bare breasts and butt cheeks were visible.

The Quintet of schoolgirls rounded the corner at top speed, breasts and butt cheeks jiggling barely hidden by any fabric. Just as they ran up the steps to Shujin one last ripple snatched away the remaining cloth hiding their breasts from exposure. Each cried put in pain as a sudden pinching sensation enveloped their exposed nipples.

All that remained of their shirts was a white collar and a small black ribbon around their necks. They’re skirts little more than a belt and a small bit of plaid fabric hiding their butts and pussies. Several inches of their round asscheeks hung out plainly visible under their skirts, and the garment hung low enough on their hips to expose the top of their asscracks and pussy lips. Their suspenders had been repurposed at the last moment to cover their nipples, the underside now boasting a clamp that was holding the suspenders in place while providing a slightly painful and slightly erotic pinching to sensitive tips.

“Well done girls. Your uniforms survived! You avoided going to school completely naked!!” A new text congratulated them.”

“Mishima, you’re a sick little pervert. You are such a pain in the ass!” Ann snapped.

“Poor choice of words.” The text said.

The girls gasped in horror. The tendrils were back! Previously they had probed and teased the girls as part of their metaverse humiliation. In the real world they were invisible and insubstantial, but they could still be felt! Each girl trembled slightly as the feeling of slimy, exploring tentacles squirmed inside their pussies and butt cheeks.

“They missed you all so much! And I know Panther especially has been yearning for the feeling of something long and thick up her beautiful little asshole ever since her cat tail became a butt plug.” The text read.

“I have !!!! NOT!” Ann screamed.

“Are you proud of yourself, Mishima-Kun? Humiliating us all like this? Is this what you want the phantom thieves to be remembered as?” Makoto demanded.

“This is perfect. The five hottest girls in school reduced to wearing slutty mostly naked parodies of the school uniforms, humiliated and helplessly getting teased and pleasured. All day long in front of the whole class and school! You’ve just turned the most depraved fantasy of nerdy, suppressed Mishima and made it a dream come true. And when he sees his fantasy come to life, it just might be enough to snap him out of his dark mood. Be happy girls. Your little strip show will wipe me from existence, at least for a time. With any luck you’ll have your names back by the end of the day. Hopefully. If not we can try something more ****.”

"What are you..." Kasumi began.

"Would someone care to explain what is going on here?" A loud voice demanded.

The girls looked up abruptly from the cell phone, and immediately went pale. In front of the entrance stood the vice principal, several counselors, Mrs. Kawakami and Mr. Ushimaru, and several dozen leering students who seemed to have trinkled in behind the strange entourage. The girls blushed in realization, belatedly draping a hand over their all but completely exposed breasts while the other attempted to serve double duty hiding the obscene hint of their pussy lips peeking over the top of their shrunken skirts while also self consciously gripping the hem and pulling downward to hide the lower view of their crotches and thighs. Kasumi whimpered as she suppressed a little spasm of pleasure, the shadow tendrils probing her insides happily adding to her humiliation. Heads downcast and their bare skin boiling red, the five girls timidly approached the angry mob of adults. The shame of standing mostly naked in such slutty mockeries of their normal uniforms was intense.

"I refused to believe it when Mr. Sakura informed us of your behavior this morning. And yet here you all are. First the delinquent, then the attempted suicide and the Kamoshida scandal, then that business with the yakuza, then our principal's mental shutdown...now this! This isn't a school. This is a zoo! You five had better be completely ashamed of yourselves!" The vice principal roared.

"Sir, at the risk of saying I told you so, I warned you putting pressure on Yoshizawa-san would have a negative impact. As you noted, this school has suffered several tragedies this year, and each of these girls has been especially affected by one or more of them in turn. That kind of stress and depression clearly put them all at a higher than normal risk of suffering a Mental Stripdown...excuse me, a mental shutdown." Dr. Maruki said coolly.

"Which is exactly what we've been paying you to prevent, Mr. Maruki! What exactly are we supposed to do with five students coming to school in next to nothing?" The VP asked.

"Legally, mental shutdowns are considered a form of mental disability. It is the school's obligation under the law to provide an equal level of education to those suffering under the condition as we would any student, and it is their responsibility to attend school just like any regular student. In other words, sir, we have **** but for them to spend the day like this." Maruki explained.

"Well, that's just perfect. I can feel our reputation sinking into the abyss as we speak."

"Umm.." Futaba began.

"WHAT?"

"Could we..could we have some clothes, please? This is really-"

"Until Maruki here deems you all mentally fit, there isn't any way in hell I'll be sparing one stitch for you. You've already proven you will either lose any new clothes or alter them into some obscene fetish pornography. You showed up like this, you spend the day like this." The Vice Principal stared at them, then smiled. "But if its really that embarrassing for you...then I suggest you all behave and obey your teachers without question. As of now any insubordination from you will cause you to lose your clothing priveleges entirely. Do I make myself clear?"

"Y-yes sir." The five stammered.

"Good. Kawakami. For the time being your in charge of this pack of deviants."

"Wha- Wait a minute! My class is full! There's nowhere for them to sit. And my coursework is going to be either too advanced or too pedestrian for everyone here except Takamaki, who I'm already teaching! You can't-"

"Mrs. Kawakami, spare me. For obvious reasons, assigning them to a male teacher is out of the question. And of our staff you've shown the most dedication when it comes to problem students. Look how far our little criminal record holder has come under your guidance!"

"Sir, my course load is exhausting enough without four additional students with special needs! You can't-" Kawakami protested.

"I can. Its a temporary solution while we find a long term one. This will be a strain on the entire school, Kawakami. I know this is a lot to ask, but you are the best choice." The principal stated.

"I...ummm...I would also feel better if it was you, Mrs. Kawakami." Makoto said softly. "It would be good to have someone who understands our...specific circumstances. Someone we can trust." Makoto said.

Kawakami sighed. Not for the first and certainly the last time she silently cursed the day she discovered the secret of the Phantom Thieves.