Use the main building exit.

Ann decided to risk it. She successfully blended in with the crowd and made her way to the exit. Slipping on her outdoor shoes, she crept to the door. She was almost there, when-

“Stop right there!” commanded Makoto. The crowd of students looked over at the commotion. “Playing truant, are you?”

Ann squirmed under the attention, holding the hem of her skirt tightly. “And do you call that thing a uniform?” Makoto continued.

“Look,” pleaded Ann, blushing, “I really, really need to pop out for a moment. I’ll be back before you know it. I promise.”

“Do you think you’re above the rules?” demaded Makoto, incensed. “Ever since you and your friends started hanging out, you’ve been nothing but trouble. Come with me, we’ll get to the bottom of this at the faculty office.”

“N-no...” said Ann, waving her hands and backing off.

“Trying to escape, are you?” asked Makoto, taking on a battle stance.

“F-fine,” said Ann, frustrated. “But I’m no slouch when it comes to fighting. I’ll make you regret this,” she said, shifting into a combat stance herself.

As she did, a strong gust of wind swept through the school, swinging the entrance doors open with a bang. Ann brushed the strands of her long blonde hair from her eyes.

Silence.

Makoto stared at her, an incredulous expression on her face. The crowd mirrored her.

The gust of wind had swept up Ann’s sundress very, very high. Her lack of underwear was clearly visible for all to see. To make matters worse, the dress had flown up to the middle of her chest, bearing the underside of her pale breasts and nipples. Frantically, Ann swapped at her dress. Grabbing the hem she yanked it down, a luminescent blush on her face.

Her mortified scream could be heard across the courtyard.

At the nurse’s office, Makoto patted Ann on the back consolingly. “I’m really sorry,” she said. Ann contionued to sob into the table.