Time for the REAL exam

Kim planted her ass on her seat and took out her perfectly polished pencil, twirling it between her fingers. She remembered the nightmare with perfect clarity. A bit too clearly. She still blushed when she recalled some of the most humiliating parts, but eh, it’s not like it was real.

The important thing was that she was going to crush this exam. The nightmare was slain!

...Wait, nightmare? ...Right, this was a nightmare…but at the same time, it wasn’t. It all depended on which Kim you asked.

Kim smiled, looking down at her hands, at the sheet of paper on her desk. “Hehe, it worked! I’m in control!”

“That so?” the teacher asked, a strict woman with grey hair and a few wrinkles to her name. She grabbed Kim’s pencil and examined it. “You are remarkably calm for someone who was panicking last class, miss Kim. Do you perchance intend to cheat on my test?”

“Why, I would never-“

“Your phone and backpack, if you please, I intend to conduct a full examination.”

Kim chortled. This was the hook she was waiting for. “That won’t be necessary, teach. I’ll show you that I don’t intend to cheat in any shape, way or form.” Kim kicked out her shoes and peeled the socks out of her feet before placing them all in her backpack.

“What do you think you are doing?”

“Proving that I’m going to pass this test fair and square,” Kim replied, hooking the edge of her jeans and panties with her thumb and bringing them both down in a single motion.