Yuki has to take the skirt off

"...But what?" Yuki asked.

"Well... to get the right leverage I think you'd need to..." Brandon nervously said, "...step out of the skirt first."

"What?!" Yuki cried in disbelief. "Uhhh, no. No way! That is not happening."

"I know that sounds a little ****, but look around. There's no one else in the hallway. And I promise I won't look!"

Yuki glanced around and, true enough, the hallway was deserted. But their seclusion could be shattered at any moment. Who knew how many students and teachers were still on the school, working or attending extracurricular activities. The building itself was far from empty.

"I... I'm not sure," Yuki said.

"You know what? Never mind," Brandon said, sounding genuinely apologetic. "It was a stupid suggestion. I'll go try to find a janitor or something and-"

"Wait! Don't just leave me here like this!" Yuki was suddenly very apprehensive about the idea of being stuck in place there all alone.

"Well... what should we do then?" Brandon asked.

Yuki wasn't sure. But after a few more seconds of deliberation, she settled on what she hoped was the better choice.

"If I take the skirt off, do you think you can get it free without ruining it?" she quietly asked.

"Yeah, I think so," Brandon said, seeming quite confident. Yuki gulped. She stared into Brandon's eyes, feeling that she could trust him. Then, she nodded.

Brandon turned around, both to ensure the coast was clear and to not watch as Yuki began undressing. She unfastened the skirt and lowered the zipper on its side. Then, with no small amount of nervousness, Yuki began sliding the waistband of the skirt down her thighs. She prayed that no one would walk by as she exposed her panties to the empty hallway. They were white, covered with numerous little hearts of varying colors, even complete with a rainbow patterned waistband. And they did a marvelous job of showcasing Yuki's cute butt. She had chosen them that morning knowing that she would be hanging out with Brandon. But she hadn't been planning on having him see them!

Brandon, at least, was remaining true to his word. He was facing away as Yuki awkwardly extricated herself from the skirt (which was a bit tricky with the bottom of the skirt stuck at roughly knee height). Now skirtless, Yuki shyly held her backpack in front of her underwear.

"Alright, I'm..." Yuki said with a blush, "I'm out of the skirt."

"Okay! I'll see what I can do now," Brandon said. He turned just enough to examine the skirt while keeping Yuki outside his peripheral vision. Then, he got to work, carefully tugging and adjusting the trapped fabric. Yuki could only squirm nervously and watch, continuously switching her attention between Brandon and the ends of the hallway.