Mrs. Smith holds up a destroyed top and shorts. “...I’m afraid these are unwearable. I can’t give you them back.”
“W-what? What happened to them?” cries Sabrina.
“It appears that the acid made your clothing disintegrate.”
“Why didn’t you try washing them or something to get the acid off?”
“Because that’d be far too dangerous, Sabrina.”
“O-okay... but what do I do now?”
“I’m afraid you’ll have to go to your next class and continue with your day the way are you now, Sabrina.”
“What? You want me to spend the rest of the day butt naked?”
“Yes, Sabrina. I’m sorry.”
“Isn’t there anything you have I can wear? Like a towel or an apron?”
“We need those for the class, Sabrina. I can’t give one.”
“So, you want me to walk around in the buff all day? You want everyone to see my tits and pussy and ass?”
“Sabrina, just get to your next class please!”
“I-I can’t! Please! I don’t want everyone to see me!”
“Sabrina, I’m sorry, but I have ****. You have to stay nude. Just cover yourself, alright? You’ll be fine.”
Sabrina sighs. “Fine... but can I at least have a note so I don’t have to explain to the teacher why I’m naked?”
“Sure, Sabrina,” says Mrs. Smith. She begins writing. “You know... I don’t know why girls these days are so uptight about nudity. Back in my day women weren’t so embarrassed by their own bodies.”
Sabrina glares at Mrs. Smith. “Well... times have changed, I-I guess...”
Mrs. Smith nods. “Right, here’s your note. Give it to your teacher next class.”
“Okay, t-thank you, Mrs. Smith!” says Sabrina.
“No problem, Sabrina. Now get to class!”
“Yes ma’am!”
Sabrina runs out of Mrs. Smith’s class and onto the hall. Where is she headed?
