Sticky

"Hmm." Anna spoke aloud, raising an eyebrow. She had tried to shift in her seat after a few minutes of a nagging "something is off" feeling. But for some reason, nothing would move. her pants and shirt seemed sewed to the chair, as if they had been a part of its' construction all along. Anna began to get nervous, and started to struggle and try to break free of her situation. With every pull, she felt like she could free up her range of motion slightly. After several minutes of squirming, pulling, and pushing, Anna still found herself largely confined by her clothes. She stopped struggling for a moment, almost defeated.

"If I was wearing... well... anything under my pants or jacket right now I'd probably risk unbuttoning both and trying to free them after escaping. But I'd rather not strip naked in a school." Anna thought to herself with a nervous chuckle. She glanced out the door, and a light-bulb went off in her head.