Chemistry

Gracie went to the chemistry lab, taking her usual seat at the back next to Bobby, her lab partner. Bobby wasn't like other boys, he was an awkward nerd that had trouble speaking to girls, even ones who would never be interested in him. He was smart and a hard worker so they got along just fine. Since he never said anything to her, none of the other students made him a bully target for working with her.

The teacher began his lesson on acids and bases, demonstrating a simple experiment with litmus paper to show the acidity of the different compounds. Then, the teacher had the students repeat the test at their desks, choosing from several different compounds, and recording the results. Of course, since the test tubes of each liquid were labeled, any student with a keen eye and knowledge would know what they were.

Such was the case with Francine Brewster. She sat at the table next to Gracie's, and liked to make fun of her and belittle her every chance she could. Today was no different except she had a wicked idea for taking the lesbian down a notch. She spotted on the table of chemicals that one was a very potent acid. Likely not bad enough to burn skin, but if it got on anyone, they might need to use the chemical shower. Smiling to herself as she made her way back to her seat, she made it look like she tripped as she flicked her wrist in Gracie's direction.

Gracie had developed a sort of reflex when she sensed danger, and immediately stopped time. Gracie sighed in relief as she saw that the chemical hadn't got on her, and in fact it hadn't left the tube. So, Gracie decided to make it backfire for Francine. And to make it worse, she removed the girls underwear and bra, so all she was wearing was her shirt and shorts. Then, she pointed the vial of acid towards Francine's chest and sat down before starting time.

Francine's smile instantly dissolved from her face as she realized her top had likewise dissolved from her chest, exposing a LOT of cleavage. She gasped as she saw the acid slowly dissolving her shirt, exposing more of her bare skin to the class. She finally shrieked when she saw the acid drip onto her shorts, and slowly dissolve them as well!

Everyone in the room looked at the now half naked girl with fascination, but the teacher quickly got ahold of himself and escorted Francine to the chemical shower in the front of the room. She was stood over a drain in the floor as the teacher pulled a curtain around her to shield her from the class. It was a clear material, but was distorted so only a silhouette could be seen.

"Francine, you must remove the rest of your clothes before I can pull the lever to turn the shower on. Your clothes are contaminated and need to be disposed of immediately!" The teacher ordered.

Francine frantically pulled off the remains of her shirt and shorts and waited.

"Francine, your shoes and socks must also be discarded." The teacher informed her.

Grunting, Francine doffed her foot coverings and was treated to a blast of cold water to her face. She shrieked as the water hit her, but she dared not run away.

"You just need to make sure you rinse off every part of your body. Work from your hair down to your feet to make sure the water gets everywhere." The teacher instructed.

A few minutes later, she said she was finished, and Gracie stopped time. She strode up to the shower and peeked in. Seeing her rival in there naked gave her another idea. She strode up to the teacher, and using mind control, she told him that the only thing he could lend her was an apron until her parents came with a change of clothes, and she had to attend her other classes as is until then.

Gracie started time, and watched the teacher use tongs to pick up Francine's clothes and place them in a biohazard bag before handing the naked girl an apron, explaining everything that Gracie had told him to say. Francine was not happy, but she put on the apron regardless and walked back to her seat, trying to cover her naked backside as much as she could. Still wet from the shower, she had a difficult time trying to sit on the high wooden stool, but everyone got a good look at her backside as it slid around on the seat before she finally got herself situated. Crossing her arms, she waited for the class to be over. Gracie couldn't help but smile.