The cupboard has a window

Sandry knew she could not stay there for the entire class; the chances that no one would open the door for the whole time were almost zero. Fortunately, as she carefully and quietly eased the door completely closed, she found she was not in as much darkness as she had expected. She looked around, and saw a glow coming from behind a box on top of a shelf. She lifted the box down, tucking it into the only spare floor space in there, and revealed a small window, high in the wall. She could escape! Sure she was now missing her trousers and shoes, but at least she might solve that problem before being discovered.

She took hold of the shelf unit, climbed up it like a ladder, and then pushed at the window. At first it would not budge, and she thought all this was for nothing, but giving it another shove it suddenly swung out on its top hinge.

It seemed to look out on the playing fields at the back of the school, and they looked empty. If they stayed that way, Sandry could probably make her way to the nurses office and look in lost property for clothes. She took another step up the shelves, and squeezed into the window.

It was a tight fit, smaller than she had expected. Her head went through easily, her shoulders with more difficulty, then she worked both arms through all she could push off the wall on the other side. Her breasts were squashed against the frame, her face going red from the effort and the tightness of pushing her D-cup boobs through the small space.

Something was going wrong. Sandry did not know what at first, but something felt wrong, then she heard the sound of small, hard objects hitting the ground six feet below. Her buttons! As she squeezed through the window, her blouse buttons were being torn off, falling to the floor!

But she was committed now, and with an almost audible popping her breasts suddenly were free of the crushing space to dangle in front of her. It was then that Sandry realised her blouse had been snagging on the sides as well, tearing open large rips in the fabric. Looks like she would need to find one of those from lost property as well.

Sandry began to pull her now bare stomach through the window, sucking it in to make herself fit, and bracing for when most of her was on the outside, when she would tilt downwards and have to protect her head.

But the tilt never came. Sandry worked her body through to her hips, and then came to a complete halt. Her hips, and especially her backside, would not go through.

She was stuck.

Visions of an old Winnie the Pooh story came to mind, and Sandry knew she would never work her way back inside. It was through the window or nothing. And right now, it looked like nothing.