You’ve kept your word, but Tammy isn’t decent.

You were dressed up in a matching outfit to Tammy's ridiculous science dress, but thanked the stars she actually let you pick it out yourself instead of forcing you into something of her own delusion. You were rushing from the locker room adjusting your tie, but when you passed by the restrooms on the way to the science-exhibit-hall-place-thing, you heard a familiar, pathetic voice crying out, “Sam! Is th-that you!? P-please, I could r-really use some help!”

It was Tammy, poking from behind the bathroom's wall; letting only her bared shoulders and blushing face reveal how badly she was trembling. By God did she look humiliated.

“Hahaha!” You laugh at the shivering woman, sympathy shoved aside at the sight of her reddened cheeks. Although a mean-spirited smile remained on your handsome face, you did ask about her compromising ordeal, “How’d you wind up like this, Blondie? Did a robot eat your clothes?”

“N-no! It was Dana! She, she cornered me and t-took my clothing… can y-you help me out?” The bespectacled girl stuttered while you walked to get a better view of her. Tammy recoiled back behind her wall, but not until after you’d caught a glimpse of her bare behind. Wow, she was butt-naked back there. The poor thing whimpered in embarrassment as she tried to hide her cute ass from your eyes.

Realizing she’d asked you for help (and that the school would never let a student present in the nude) you questioned the blushing nerd, “Wait, are you asking me to go up, and ask Dana for your clothes back?”

The stark nude girl nodded her head in response, a hopeful smile creeping across her scarlet face. “Yes! Can you please?”

“Yeah, no. I might be buff, but that Dana girl is like, half-gorilla. You’re lucky that punk didn’t hurt you…”

“B-but, I’m naked! C'mon Sam, you should k-kick that b-b-bully’s as—“

“—Hey now, calm your tits Tammy. I can still help you out here.” You said, trying to get a word in over this mouse’s chattering and squeaks. “I’ll just find you a new outfit, and you can still do your presentation. Right as rain, and I don’t get torn limb-from-limb by some buff goth girl.”

“Oh? Th-thanks Sam…” Tammy smiled, her body a deep sanguine shade down to her chest as you walked away to get some 'help'. Just as you turned the corner from her, you grabbed your phone and made a call.

A very familiar name came on the call screen, and you immediately had something to tell her. "Dana, I said you should strip Tammy, but I didn’t say you could steal her underwear too! Why is that nerd naked?” You complained into your cellphone, already bracing for yelling to come back through the speakers.

"Uh, maybe because you didn't tell me not to take her panties?!" came the gruff, careless tones of the school's most infamous bully, "If you say 'strip', that means strip them naked! If you're complaining about my methods, why did you even ask me?"

“Oh no, I think this is your best work yet, Dana-- the titless wonder looked so humiliated!" you know she can hear the smile in your voice, "The only problem is that it’s illegal to present a science thing in your birthday suit. I just need something super embarrassing for her to wear... any suggestions?”