Follow Hannah outside

Gritting her teeth, Hannah races out of the classroom, struggling to stay on her feet as the tickle bugs in her jumpsuit tantalise every inch of her skin. You follow her outside, curious to see where she'll go. Most of the girls in the audience trail after you, a little disappointed they won't be able to buy perfect stripping protection, but interested to see where this is going.

She sprints straight out of the building, looking for a private place to strip off her jumpsuit in peace. What she finds instead is Raider, who's standing on the lawn at the head of a large crowd.

"Hi, Hannah," he says. "We got bored of waiting, so we came to look for you. Daisy told you about the Itty Bitty Titty Committee?"

"Hello, Raider," mutters Hannah, her hands clutched to her chest, her eyes darting back and forth as the crowd closes in around you. "Whatever this is, it'll have to wait. I have some very important business to - eek! - attend to."

"More important than being the president? I don't think so."

"The president?"

"Of the Itty Bitty Titty Committee! We thought you should be in charge of it, seeing as how your tits are so tiny."

"Hilarious - eeheek! Listen, I need to..."

"What? Wow, Hannah, you sure are making some funny noises."

"Just let me - eek! Eeek! Eeeahahahahaaaaa..." Hannah collapses onto the grass, caught in an uncontrollable giggling fit that becomes worse and worse as the tickle bugs, encouraged, redouble their **** on her sensitive parts. "No! Stop! No, everyone, stop looking, please! Stohohohop...."

"We can't stop looking, Hannah. The president's a powerful woman. It's important that she be exposed to public scrutiny."

"Noooo..."

There's only one way this can end. Hannah, squirming on the lawn, can't tolerate the tickling for another moment. You all watch with interest as she fumbles with the buttons on her jumpsuit, prying her arms out of the sleeves and forcing it down her chest so her tiny, pale, adorable pink-nippled breasts pop free. Tickle bugs tumble out, scattering into the grass and burrowing into the soil. You'll probably have to deal with a full-blown campus infestation.

"There they are, folks."

"Where?" you say. "I can't see them."

"Right there on the front of her body. See, with the pink nipples?"

"Oh, okay. I couldn't find them, because they're so tiny."

If looks could kill you'd both be dead a thousand times over, but luckily they can't. Anyway, Hannah's glare is broken almost immediately by another bout of giggles, and a frantic, flailing attempt to pry the lower half of the jumpsuit off her body. She kicks it off her feet and sends it flying away across the lawn, towards Raider, who promptly snatches it up. She lies in the grass, dazed, momentarily overcome by the pure bliss of not being tickled any more.

She lets out a deep breath.

And becomes fully aware of the fact that she's just stripped herself completely naked.

"Three cheers for the president!"

"Eeeeeeeeeeeeek!"