She made it to the Home Economics class

Jessica spent what felt like forever to get to the Home Economics class, but finally she had arrived!

She wasted no time and immediately rushed into the room, slamming the door behind her before breathing a sigh of relief. She was at least somewhat safe in the classroom with a literal wall between her exposed body and any prying eyes.

Sun from the window ahead of her illuminated the dim room, with dust particles floating around freely. Chairs were stacked upon desks and all of the tools and equipment you’d see in a Home Economics class were strewn around the place. Jessica figured the place hadn’t been used in months, or even years with how dusty everything was.

She looked down at her phone, but immediately regretted it when she saw the time.

“Shit, I got 15 minutes!” She said in a whispered yell to herself.

She hurriedly rummaged through the classroom, looking around on the floor, in cubbies, and on desks to find something, anything to help fix her dress, which at this point was just hanging off of Jessica’s thong clad body. The entire left side of her body was as bare as the day she was born, and her backside didn’t leave anything to imagination.

The first thing that caught her eye was an old sewing machine! She grinned from ear to ear, as this was her best chance to fix her dress! She took the sewing machine out of the cubby and took it to the giant table in the middle of the room. It was heavier than it looked, and Jessica struggled to lift it even half way through the class, but somehow she managed to get it on the table, but in the process got a moderate amount of dust on her body and dress.

She then plugged the machine into the nearby wall socket, and tried to turn it on, but as she began to fiddle with it, nothing seemed to happen.

“Oh come on…” she said through gritted teeth.

She tried unplugging and plugging the machine, nothing. She turned it on and off again, nothing. She tried to replace the sewing string on the machine and once again nothing!

“You piece of junk!” she exclaimed, slapping the broken machine with her hand.

The sewing machine was a bust, and Jessica didn’t know how to sew by hand, so trying to fix the thread and strap of her dress traditionally wouldn’t work. Despite the set back, Jessica just took a step back away from the table and took a deep breath. She just needed to think outside the box a little.

But ironically enough, a box is what she needed, more specifically a box of staples! On what she figured was a teachers desk was a stapler and a large box of staples. Jessica thought about it, and figured she could staple the tear together! Would it be the best thing in the world? No, not really, but without a sewing machine, staples would have to be the next best option.

Without hesitation, Jessica grabbed the stapler and the box of staples and headed back to the big table. She had her tools, now it was time to fix her mess!

But Jessica soon realized to fully fix her dress, she would need to strip it off and place it on the table as she stapled it. The thought never really crossed her mind up until now, but it made her cheeks blush.

Sure, it’s not like the dress was doing a good job at being clothes, but it was still her clothes, the only thing shielding her nudity from the world. She would be stuck in just a thong for the entire time she’d be stapling her dress back together, something Jessica felt nervous about.

“Am I really gonna strip naked in the middle of school right now…”

Her heart began to race faster than before, and her mind was screaming, begging her to not do it. But with time on the line, she needed to get this job done, now!

So, she shakily stripped her “dress” off her body, exposing her full, supple chest, her taut stomach, and her bare naked legs. Her nipples were completely erect at this point, standing firm and shape as glass. She felt cold and hot at the same time she goosebumps ran across her bare skin. Never in a million years would she willingly strip off her close anyway outside of her own home, but here she was, standing these in just a pink thong in an abandoned classroom.

Even without the threat of peeping eyes, she still felt embarrassed, watching as she held her torn up dress in her hand. This feeling was surreal, like a nightmare come to life. But along with embarrassment came with it another, strange feeling deep in her gut, her soul, something that made her pink thong slightly darker in certain places. Her blush gave it away, this wasn’t just shame, this was arousal, but she didn’t know that yet.

Despite those feelings, Jessica tired her best to push them aside as she began working on stapling her dress. She took the stapler and started at the hem of her dress, where this clothing malfunction began. She pushed down in the stapler and heard a small click. She moved the stapler away and saw that the two sides were now joined together by a small piece of metal.

“Yes!” she couldn’t help but cheer herself on, even if she was no where near done.

She continued to click on staples into her dress, moving ever so slightly up the seam as she went. She was in a groove, stapling away at her dress like she was putting together a booklet of papers. She got in a sort of hypnotic rhythm that made her forget her state of undress for just a moment. She was already half way done fixing her dress when she felt like testing the strength of her makeshift seam.

She pulled the two ends apart, and thankfully it stayed together! Once she was done, her dress would be as good as new! Things were finally coming up Jessica today!