Do what Annette tells him to do - take off his clothes

Darren swallowed. He had ****.

He took off his jacket, shirt, and jeans.

"Take it all off," said Annette sweetly.

"Come on," he said. "You don't need my underwear."

"Did you just question me?" she snapped.

"N-no," he said, and reluctantly took off his underwear too. He passed them all back behind him, and then used both hands to cover himself as best he could.

After a minute, Annette said, "Okay, go ahead and turn around."

There she was, wearing his clothes now. And there he was, completely naked in front of her, again.

"Now," she said. "I'm going to my exam. Without my cheat sheet. Thanks to you."

"W-what about me?" he said.

"You need to fix this," she said, pointing at the dress glued to the table. "It's my dress, and it has a math exam cheat sheet glued to it. If someone finds this, I could get in big trouble. You need to get rid of it."

"S-so you're going to leave me here naked??"

"That's your punishment for messing this up!" she snapped.

I didn't mess this up, you did, he thought, but didn't say it out loud. It wouldn't help.

She looked up at the clock. "I'm going to be late. Goodbye, pervert." She stalked out of the study room.

Darren looked at the desk. She was right - he had to do something about the cheat sheet. He tugged on the hem of the dress, it still had a little slack. He managed to cut just the hem free, and with it came the glued cheat sheet. Over the trash can, he cut the strip of hem into tiny shreds, so no one would be able to figure out what it actually was. He couldn't get the dress itself off, but while that was weird if someone found it, it wasn't incriminating.

Now ... well, now he was naked on campus. He was far from his dorm, and ... shit. His dorm key was in his jacket pocket anyway.

So he couldn't make a run for his dorm. He couldn't just wait here - someone else was bound to come in to try to use the study room at some point. What could he do?