Outside

Gwen jumped as the locker door slid from her fingers and clattered to the floor, the fabric of MJ's blouse fluttered down alongside it.

"Oh, thank god!" Gwen exclaimed, flexing her fingers and laying them to her sides, "Now, what do I do?"

She lifted her hands to her head, but was alarmed by a tugging around her midsection. Her fingers had stuck to her jumper and the hem of her own blouse, and pulled it upwards.

"Stacy! Come out here!" the coach shouted, banging on the door. Gwen jumped, accidentally pulling her clothing higher up, obscuring her vision. She stumbled across the floor, her jumper and blouse bunched around her head, her flimsy white bra the only thing covering her breasts.

Something banged against her shin and Gwen stumbled, righted herself, but somehow flung her blouse and jumper away from her.

"Where am I?!" she wondered, looking around. Under her feet appeared to be brick, just like... "I'm outside?!" to be precise, she realised she was standing horizontally on the wall of the school. She looked at her feet. She had managed to lose her shoes when she stumbled, and her feet were attached to the wall through her thin trainer socks.

"Please keep sticking!" she started pleading in yellow text boxes, which she noticed her at an angle to her, as if they could be read by someone the right way up on the ground.

She took a hesitant step, then another. Suddenly a pair of pigeons from the next windowsill, disturbed by an unexpected intruder where none could logically be, fluttered from their perch. In her effort to bat them away, Gwen found herself stuck to a pigeon by each hand.

"No!" she pleaded, the pigeons trying to fly away and her having **** but to walk along the wall, dragged behind them.

She rounded the corner of the building, finding herself above the school's main courtyard. Suddenly, there was a loosening around her waist- her skirt fastenings had given up under the strain, and the blue plaid material fluttered down to the ground, revealing a skimpy white thong.

The skirt landed among a group of students, who looked up to see where it had come from.

"Hey, who's that?"

"It's that girl from chemistry, what's her name... Greta, Gwanda..."

"Gwen! Gwen Stacy!"

"What's she doing?"

"And why's she in her underwear?"

Gwen realised she was approaching her dorm room window.

"That's it!" she urged her **** steeds, "This is my room, this is good!" but as she got there and tried to enter, she found the window closed, "This isn't good!"

Suddenly the pigeons flew away again, Gwen's mysterious sticking powers switching off. At the same time her feet stopped sticking to the wall, and she found herself falling!

She screamed, seeing the ground rushing up to meet her, she reached out with her hands, seeking anything to stop her falling!

A lamppost was suddenly in front of her, Gwen grabbed it with both hands and she swung around the top bar like a gymnast. As she did, her thong panties fell victim to centrifugal **** and were flung into the increasing crowd of students.

As she came to a stop, her front-fastening bra broke up, her breasts spilling out. And as she hung, dangling from the lamppost, she vaguely wondered at what point she had lost her socks.