The moths go for Miss Riley

The cloud of insects grew between us, I took a step backwards. The class was a mixture of scared and intrigued.

"Don't worry, class," Miss Riley said, "they won't hurt anyone, like I explained last week, this species has a voracious appetite but only for things like fabric..."

As if she had reminded them of this, the cloud suddenly converged on Miss Riley, enveloping her.

"Oh, no! No!" she cried, more in shock and embarrassment that anything else.

After only a few seconds, the moths backed away from her and moved upwards to the ceiling, to hover around the lights.

Miss Riley looked down at her body, and so did everyone else. Gone was the sensible knee-length skirt, long-sleeved blouse and twee cardigan she had entered the room wearing. Now all she had was a pair of lacy black panties and matching n bra, each sporting a number of small holes nibbled in them where the moths had started but not finished their dessert. Her left nipple poked through one of the holes in her bra, and Miss Riley frantically began to try and cover herself. Around her waist hung a half-chewed white garter belt, attached to which were a pair of black stockings.

"No! Oh my goodness, no!" Miss Riley exclaimed again, realising she was exposed in front of the class.