Her skirt

I stopped time -

• and walked on over. Marci's skirt was easy to take off... simply unzip and pull down. I put in in a desk at the back of the class, certain she'd never see it again. So I left her in her cute white panties and restarted time -

• and class went on. It wasn't even a minute before she felt something strange... probably her bare thighs against the chair - and looked down. Marci gave a little gasp as she saw that she was only in her underwear. She looked down, looked around a bit, and started to realize that her skirt was nowhere near. But no one was looking around, really... only at the teacher. So what was happening under her desk was hidden so far. She fidgeted a bit, tugging down on the halter top, but it was too short to cover anything.