Well...

The longer it took for Coach O'Leary to return, the more her confidence in her gambit diminished. What if she wasn't bluffing? What if... what if...?

In the meantime, she could feel the stares of her classmates boring into her as she struggled to keep her body language casual. It was a mixture of jealousy, reproach, and unadulterated lust, sometimes from the same people, and it made her very aware that this stunt would have repercussions she hadn't considered. She was sure to be labeled a pervert, an exhibitionist deviant.

The worst part, though, the worst part wasn't the embarrassment, or the forthcoming blow to her reputation. The worst part was that, underneath all of that, there was a part of her that liked the attention, that didn't mind being called a pervert. She was making very sure to repress that part of her to a quite possibly unhealthy extent.

All in all, the Coach was only gone for around seven minutes, but every one of those minutes seemed like an eternity to Melissa. And when she did return, she was flanked by the principal, whose eyes went wide at the seemingly casual exposure.

"Ah-hem" he cleared his throat to try and regain control of his thoughts. "Well, I was initially... skeptical of Ms. O'Leary's claims, but I suppose seeing is believing... Ms. Donovan, what is the meaning of this?"

Melissa **** herself to shrug. "Couldn't find my uniform, couldn't afford to flunk gym, had to work with what I had."

"Err… be that as it may..." The principal was having a hard time thinking of a proper response to this. 30 years as an educator and he'd never encountered... well, anything even resembling this! "Be that as it may, this is still a violation of dress code... umm... however..."