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Chapter 5 by ewong ewong

What's next?

Troublemaker

"Young lady, are bot wearing underwear?" Principal Wells asked.

Mary let go of the skirt, and Julie's hand reached back and felt her bare skin before her skirt fell back down.

"Um..." Julie said, not sure what to say.

"I'm not sure where you came from, but we have a dress code here! Miss Rhodes, would you please lend her some proper underwear before she flashes the other students?"

"Yes, Ma'am." Mary replied.

The girls then turned to leave, and Julie bumped into a girl wearing a unicorn tshirt, gym shorts, and what appeared to be a thong sticking out of the waistband. Behind her was a tall athletic woman.

"Hi, Miss Wells. Sorry to bother you. This is the new student, Brenda Whitman." The woman explained.

Julie turned around, looking at the girl, and noticed the girl looking at her too. Julie faced forward and continued to head to the admissions office. Once inside, julie gave her name, and the woman behind the desk was able to print out the slip showing her class schedule. She wrote down Nina's locker number, as well as the combination. Julie took the slip of paper while Mary picked up the schedule and read it.

"Interesting. It seems we're gonna spend a lot of time together. You're in all my classes except English, of course. Taking Pre-Calculus as a freshman, eh? Nerd." Mary teased.

Julie wasn't sure why her contact was so abrasive, but she was her only hope to figure out what was going on. Mary took her to the their first class, which was history.

"What about the panties? And my textbooks?" Julie asked.

"We can get your books later. You can borrow mine. As far as your panties, just forget it. Guys will go crazy for you if they find out you're going commando. You wanna be popular, that's what you gotta do." Mary explained, a faint smirk on her face.

They entered the classroom just as the tardy bell rang. Mary was able to make a boy vacate his seat so Julie can sit there. She was a bit intimidated by her "handler", but she knew it meant she could keep her safe. She sat down, gasping as her bare but touched the cold plastic chair. She composed herself and listened to the lesson.

What's next?

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