That's not all

Yasmin looks back down the corridor at her skirt, still trapped in the closed doorway and, while using one hand to pull down her school shirt in the hopes of covering her exposure she quickly reaches out for her skirt, finding it truly wedged in the door.

Yasmin tugs on the skirt repeatedly, and then on the door neither of them moving thanks to your powers, and to make matters worse, a crowd is beginning to gather on the other side of the glass doors, several boys pulling out their camera phones.

"For Gods sake help." Yasmin calls to Steph, tears forming in her eyes as she realises her exposure.

Steph does as she's told, grabbing Yasmin's shoulders and pulling as Yasmin pulls at the skirt. It's not the skirt that budges though.

Steph slips backwards still holding Yasmin's shoulders, and Yasmin staggers too, first towards the door as she hears another tearing sound.

Yasmin stabilises herself against the glass door and then turns to look at Steph laying on the floor, white fabric in her hands. She slowly looks down at her own body and realises what Steph is holding.

Her shirt is now gone. She's stood there in the middle of the corridor in nothing but her bra, panties, shoes and socks, countless boys on the other side of the glass door snapping photos.