Smear campaign

“Nakatomi Tamao,” said a guy sternly to his friends. “For years that woman has been a torn in my side, and now she might actually win the school president campaign?! Unacceptable!”

“I know, right?” Complained one of the friends. “Never expected miss goody two shoes to be this popular. But what are you gonna do about it, Matsumoto?”

“I’ll tell you three what you are gonna about it!” Ordered Matsumoto. “You see, I got this chemical…”

Nakatomi Tamao stepped in the train, poorly trying to hide her nerves. Today Matsumoto and she have to give their closing argument for the position of class president during first period. “Come on, Tamao, you’ve been preparing for this for weeks, I got this!” Thought Tamao as she clutched her bag pack firmly.

“He, Nakatomi!” A guy in a cheap clown mask shouted, followed by two other guy in similar masks. While she had no idea who these guys were, they wore the uniform of her school. “We’ve got a little present for you.” The guys pulled out squirt guns from their backpacks, aiming them on Tamao.

“Guys, just don’t, okay?” Directed Tamao, looking sternly at the guys. “You know I have an important speech today, and I really can’t have it if I get sprayed wet on top of it.”

“No worries.” Mocked one of the guys. “This ain’t water.” As soon as he finished his sentence, the guys sprayed a yelping Tamao under.

“Are you guys for real, I- eh?” Tamao wanted to yell, when she noticed a hole in her sleeve.

A growing hole.

And additional holes on the rest of her shirt and skirt.

Before she know it, her entire uniform had dissolved into nothing, as well as her undergarments.

"What the hell is in those squirt guns?!" Screamed Tamao, as she tried to cover her sudden nudity.

“Wow, did you guys know she was this well-endowed?” Said one of the guys in amazement. “Always thought she was a b cup at most.”

“Never mind that.” Shouted one of the guys. “Just go. You know where we meet up again.”

As the guys stepped off the train, Tamao tried to scrap up her clothes, only to leak out of her hands.

“Nonono NO!” Panicked Tamao. “Not this, not today! If I get seen, I going to get expelled!” She raised one of her hands,

… and slapped herself in the face, she sharp echo heard through the train cabin. “Think, Tamao, think. The school is two stops from now. I have some gym clothes in my locker, so if I’m quick, no one will ever know.”

Looking over at her unscathed backpack. “Let’s see, I have my cell phone… at five percent battery. God, I completely forgot to charge it the night before. I might be able to make one call.”