There's a class in the lab

"There may be a class in the lab right now." said Cecily with a wry smile.

"What?!" exclaimed Lauren. "I went through all this for naught?!"

"What do you mean?"

"What...? I exposed myself through campus and town! And I will still lose my hair!" she sobbed, unable to contain herself anymore.

"I haven't said that." said Cecily, stroking Lauren's shoulder comfortingly. "I promised to save your hair, and by the devil I shall. Stay behind the door." she motioned at the two of them.

Lauren gazed at the goth in disbelief as she confidently opened the door and entered the lab. The panic-struck nudie immediately ran to take cover behind Brenda's strong, wide back. Being so close to the butch while having so little to wear made poor Lauren mighty uncomfortable as they were waiting to see what Cecily had in mind. Luckily, they didn't have to wait for long, as they soon saw a man in white lab coat leave the room and hurry down the hallways. Then Cecily's pale face peaked out with a grin.

"The prof is having an 'urgent call'. We'll have more than enough time till he returns." she winked.

"Sweet. You're the best." said Brenda, giving her roomie a high five. Then they both turned towards the cowering Lauren.

"And the class?" asked Lauren meekly.

"I can't dismiss an entire class, honey. I'm sure they will be... discreet."

"But... but..."

"Hurry, we don't have much time." said Cecily and she disappeared again.

"But..."

"Come on! Don't give up when we are this close." encouraged her Brenda, while ushering the **** girl towards the door.

"But I'm naked!"

"Oh, for the love of... Here, let me cover you up." sighed Brenda, and she reached under Lauren's arms and grabbed hold of her boobies from behind. Just like that. The butch Brenda had went to second base with the hottest woman in town.

Lauren's eyes shot wide open when she felt Brenda's big hands grab hold of what no one had ever grabbed hold of before. Her womanly bosom had been touched by someone else for the first time in her life. And it was another woman. A lesbian, at that. Yet she could feel her nipples harden and eagerly press into her palms nonetheless. The traitors... She tried to protest - at least she thought she did - but the two stepped into the classroom regardless.

"'scuse me! We'll be in and out in no time! No pictures!" announced Brenda as she led the naked woman through the shocked students.

"Don't mind poor Lauren. Our senior sis had been a victim of a cruel prank. And we don't want to make this any more embarrassing for her than it already is." added Cecily, though she couldn't wipe the satisfied smirk off of her face.

Lauren could see a class full of youngsters, all looking at her with ever growing interest. Probably freshmen. People who should have worshipped the very ground she walked on, yet they were getting an eyeful of her majestic nude form. Well, nude form... She could do nothing but blush. And Cecily had just announced her name and year, in case any of them had failed to recognise her. Why, oh why had she shaved her pubic hair only a few days ago? Now these brats could see everything. They were gawking at her most secret charms. She tried to keep her thighs clenched together to show as little as possible, but her walking made it a futile effort.

Noticing this, Brenda spoke up. "Sorry, honey. I can't cover your baldness. My hands are full with your hooters." she kneaded Lauren's little boobies, enjoying the responsive nipples. "As full as they can get, anyway..." she added with a giggle.

And the others followed suit. They giggled. Freshmen brats were laughing. At her! Her! However would she regain her authority after this ordeal?

Cecily prepared a computer chair at the front and Brenda sat Lauren in it like a doll. Then they rolled her to the lab equipments and Cecily got to work behind her. And of course the chair was facing the class. Why bother giving the **** nudist some privacy? Even despite Brenda's previous warnings, Lauren could see some of them trying to fumble with their phones.

"Brenda, they are taking pictures." she whined.

"No, they don't!" said Brenda as she let got of Lauren and started patroling. "They better not! This is a damsel in distress. Look at that bald snatch and cute little nips all you want, but don't ruin the princess with pictures! Especially not with me on it..." she added a lot quieter.

But instead of being relieved, Lauren only felt more miserable. Brenda was no longer providing any cover for the 'damsel in distress'. She was in front of the class of freshmen in the alltogether, nothing to hide anymore. Her pale boobies still had a red mark where Brenda had gripped them, and her traitorous nipples remained aimed at her audience. And the whispers. Oh, the whispers...

"Raisins..."

"Is she really a senior?"

"In kindergarten, maybe."

"She looks like my little sis who's 10."

"I mean, come on. No breasts nor pubic hair."

"No, she really is a senior. I know her. Well, I will probably deny it from now on..."

"Maybe it's a boy with two mosquito bites..."

"Bet she majors in tabletop..."

"But she could poke an eye out with those 'missiles'."

"If she shoots 'em, she's gonna be even flatter."

Cecily just giggled at these comments, while she was mixing together liquids in small tubes. It felt just. Maybe if Lauren had been nicer to people, she wouldn't have gotten herself into such a mess. She didn't know who pulled the prank on her, but she called the person 'Karma'. As they said it, 'Karma is a bitch'. "Are you ready, honey?" she finally asked Lauren, with a solution in hand.

"No, I want to wait another fucking hour..." she muttered. "Of course I'm fucking ready!"

"Easy there. Too much excitement might pop those little things off." giggled Cecily as she flicked one of Lauren's erect nipples. The students all laughed at that. "Now, bend your head back. Like this."

Lauren did as she was asked and could feel some liquid being poured on her hair and hands. In any other case she might have worried about the contents or how they would affect her beautiful hair, but at the moment she wouldn't have cared if it turned her mane green as long as she could keep her long locks. She had endured a lot to save them. An awful lot.