Spanky pants on show!

Immediately every last pink jumpsuit exploded into dust. Five hundred hot, confident, intelligent women, Pinkwhistle's best and brightest, stood on the bleachers in broad daylight before the mocking gaze and self-satisfied laughter of their most hated enemies. Unable to cover themselves, move, or run away.

Wearing nothing but hot pink spanky pants. With sparkly green tits.

The jumbotron above the Greenvalley bleachers cut to a shot of the Pinkwhistle girls, showing Peggy exactly what she looked like. She saw five hundred astonished, whimpering, pathetic, mortified expressions. Wide open mouths. Hotly blushing cheeks. Wriggling and quivering, glittering tits shaking as the girls tried fruitlessly to move out of position.

She saw her own luscious form, the tight lycra shorts clinging to her round hips, her full heavy breasts sparkling a horrible green as she struggled and swayed, trying to cover her shame. She let go of Nina's hand, but the cuffs around their wrists kept them locked together.

She tried to crouch, but the collar around her neck **** her to stand tall and hold her head high. She wanted to run away, but the little booties on her feet were stuck to the floor. She couldn't move! Or cover herself! Or do anything she wanted to do at all!

And everyone was looking at her!

She saw what was written on her body, and let out a short scream. The letters on the girls were supposed to said "PINKWHISTLE RULES! GREENVALLEY SUCKS!" But they didn't say that. Not at all.

What they said was "PINKWHISTLE SUCKS! GREENVALLEY RULES!"

"Coming to you live from Pinkwhistle," said a reporter, into her microphone, as her cameraman panned closely over the rows and rows of bouncing, beautiful titties arrayed for his inspection. "We received a tip yesterday that some enterprising young women in this small town were planning the greatest high-school prank of all time. And, folks, you won't be disappointed."