In another building.

Moving across campus again in nothing but my underwear pretty much yielded the same results as before. So many girls pointed and wolf-whistled as they caught sight of me. I could only blush and silently curse the fact that the art teacher's changing room was in another building. When we finally entered the building we had to climb two flight's of stairs just to make it to an old dance studio that was across the hall from the art room.

From what Bridget explained to me along the way, the reason why Professor Sands designated this mirror-covered room as her 'changing room' was because it was the only room on the same floor that was usually empty during her class. Seeing myself in all of those mirrors in only my boxer shorts brought on a whole new kind shame. Agggh...look at yourself! You look ridiculous! Getting roped into a childish bet and now modeling? You should be ashamed of yourself Avery!

Bridget shut the door behind us and moved to a large trunk in the corner of the room. "Alright Professor Avery," she opened the trunk "what you will be wearing for this class will be in here."