The girls are unseen and complete their diabolical act

(chapter originally by doragom333 at writing.com)

The girl with the scissors struggled to keep herself from laughing. with the sleeves cut, all that was left of sly little Fuuka's clothing was the center of her shirt, wrapped around the top of her collar like a ring. Honestly, they could leave it there, her breasts were already breathing the stuffy classroom air just fine, but they couldn't leave her with any way to cover up, now could they? So with one final snip, she cut the shirt down the very center of her back. It didn't fall yet, still bunched at the top of Fuuka's chest as it was, but any serious movement on her part, like say, getting up from her seat, would do the rest.

The scissors-girl slinked back into place and gave a wink to her friend, who winked back, and together they leaned back, ready to take in the show.

As fate would have it, as soon as they settled in, the teacher called on Fuuka once more.

"Ms. Yamagishi, stand and answer the question please," the teacher asked.

"Yes," Fuuka said, raising herself from the desk. Class was going on much longer than she hoped it would, (she could have sworn it was ten minutes till four times now! Hopefully these ten minutes were the actual last ones,) but she was relieved that she didn't have to go up to the board again. Surely this would be a far less harrowing experience than the last problem.

But it was not to be, since as soon as she stood up, the girl's handiwork took it's toll. First off came the shorts. With their sides completely severed, the front half fell away as soon as Fuuka straightened herself, and the back half never even left the seat. This was soon followed by her shirt. With the back opened up and the tops of the sleeves being destroyed, there was no way left for the shirt to stay on her body, and so the bunched up coil of cloth fell from her neck onto the desk, then slipping down to Fuuka's feet, unnoticed by the unfortunate girl thanks to keeping focused on the teacher.

However, the class certainly noticed. Though the blatant yet subtle prior exposure of Fuuka's chest had gone largely unnoticed, the collapse of her gym clothes into a few choice scraps of cloth had gathered the attention of everyone, save for the teacher who was looking at the work to see if Fuuka's answer was going to be correct or not.

Fuuka could hear the growing murmurs, gasps, and mutters of the class, but owed it just to the fact of the lightness of her gym clothes. If that obnoxious girl could tell that she wasn't wearing any underwear, the rest of the class would likely figure it out too. It wouldn't do good to dwell on this, she just needed to give her answer and finish class as soon as she could. So she did just that, all the while oblivious of her current state.

"That is correct, Ms. Yamagishi, you may sit... W-WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?" the teacher stammered.

"Eh?" Fuuka gasped taken aback.

The rest of the class couldn't hold it in anymore. Everyone burst out laughing, pointing at Fuuka, more than a few of the students making obscene gestures and catcalls.

"Yeah, show it off!" "Not bad at all!" "What a sicko!" "Ha ha!"

"S-Stop that!" Fuuka stammered, turning down. "W-Why are you doing this? It's very- AAAH!" she shrieked, finally seeing what everyone else had already gotten a good look at.

Her clothes were gone! For the second time today she was completely naked at school, except this time she was surrounded by people, and people she knew at that, people she saw every day! What happened? She was dressed just moments ago, and for this to happen to her now... now... after all she had been through with Minako... Meekly, Fuuka tried to cover her body, with one arm covering her crotch, and the other arm across her chest. However, her rear was still completely uncovered, with many unhelpful reminders from the class about that, and Fuuka could only whimper and cower in panic, her entire face flushing crimson.

"FUUKA YAMAGISHI!" the teacher bellowed, face red with anger. "WHY ARE YOU NAKED!?"

"I... I... Aaaaaaaa," Fuuka squeaked, unable to form a coherent sentence. Why was this happening? Why? Why? Why? Did she do something to deserve this? Was it all because she wanted to help with that damned, dirty recipe? Slowly, her legs gave way and she curled up into her chair in a fetal position, using her legs and the chair to cover up as best she could.

Tears started to flow as she closed her eyes, unable to handle the class staring and mocking her anymore. But she could still feel their stares, as much as she could feel cold all along her shivering, naked form. The cold air of the classroom on her arms, the cold wood digging into her shins, the cold fabric of the chair under her bottom.

Fabric!?

As if on instinct, Fuuka's eyes snapped open and she wiggled an arm out to pull the fabric from beneath her body.

"Haha, what's she doing now?"

"Is she gonna do some sort of naked dance with that cloth?"

'Pft! You wish..."

Ignoring the class as best she could, Fuuka, brought it in front of her and examined it. The color and composition looked familiar, but she couldn't quite place it, that is, until she turned it around and saw the size tag in the middle. Th-These are my shorts! she thought. But why are they like this? Underneath where I was sitting...? Wait!

With realization, she leaned over and checked under her desk, (knowing she would be exposed yet again, but was too focused to notice,) and found two more similar scraps of cloth, which she soon identified as the rest of her shorts and her shirt.

"They should match here... and this... that means-!" she said, breathing in sharply, and looking up, seeing the class having huddled all around her, now just as curious as they were mocking/perving earlier.

"EEEK!" Fuuka squealed, clutching her destroyed clothes to her body and hunching down into her chair.

"Fuuka Yamagishi," the teacher said, towering over her angrily. "I will give you one, just one, chance to explain yourself. Why. Are. You. Naked?"

"Ah! Ah... er..." Fuuka stammered, overwhelmed with everything that had happened. Focus, Fuuka, she said to herself. This is the only chance you have. It's embarrassing, but you can do it, you have to do it. Or else... well, don't think about or else!

"Well?" the teacher said threateningly.

"Y-yes, um... It's because of this," Fuuka said, drying her tears and picking out her shorts while keeping the shirt-cloth covering her front.

"These are your shorts, what of it?" the teacher asked, taking them as evidence.

"D-Don't you see?" Fuuka said nervously. "The edges, these haven't been ripped. They, they've been cut. By a scissor or something like that?"

"I see... it certainly looks that way. And you're saying you did this, then?" the teacher growled.

"No!" Fuuka gasped. "W-Why would I cut off... my own clothes?"

"Do you really think someone could get away with tampering with another student's clothes in my classroom, under MY watch? Do you think I'm incompetent?"

"Well, you were the last one to realize Fuuka was naked, other than herself that is!" another classmate said snidely.

"Silence!" the teacher shouted. "Regardless, the notion that anyone could just do that to someone else so easily is ludicrous! So what is really going on here?"

Fuuka didn't know what to say. It was ludicrous. Surely she would have known if someone was taking her clothes apart, right? Could that have been what that draft was? But even so, and even if they had succeeded without getting spotted, who would even do such a thing to begin with...? Well, there was that girl, the one with the perverted note and mind, but even if it was, why would she do this to her? She hadn't even said two words to her before now, so why would she do something so horrible? To do this to another person... no matter what her reasons were, that was too cruel! She couldn't just let that girl get away with this! It was all too insane, it was like she was in a nightmare!

Wait... what if this was a nightmare? That would explain everything that had happened with Minako, and the girl's actions right now. And isn't being naked at school one of the most common nightmares? Everything certainly felt real, but there were dreams that had that quality to them, a lucid dream, was it? In that case, all she had to do was ride it out. Anything she did right now would be pointless, as she would just wake up in her own bed soon enough.

The truth was, however, everything that was happening was very real, but the possibility that all this was just a dream was a very tempting option for Fuuka and her overburdened psyche. Tempting... Tempting...

She made her choice.

"Well, what do you have to say for yourself, Fuuka Yamagishi!?" the teacher demanded.

"Well, sir," Fuuka said, feeling eerily calm, despite only being covered in front by a damaged, unwearable shirt, "The thing is-"