Chapter 3 (short)
A short, high pitched squeak like noise escaped from Tiffany’s lips. Eliza turned herself around as quick as possible so as not to miss the look on her face, Mrs Brixton had forgotten Eliza’s outburst and it looked like everyone else had too.
Tiffany’s skirt had fallen directly to her ankles having absolutely no resistance now it was about 3 sizes too big. Her legs were completely on show but worse for her than that was her thong left little to the imagination and you could see her landing strip, it turned out she wasn’t a natural blonde. Eliza could tell from the expression on her face that it wasn’t just the shock of her skirt that shook her but more that she’d felt to disappearance of her bra and could feel her boobs on the sheer fabric of her blouse.
She bent down at speed to pull her skirt back up and the motion of it caused her blouse to fall open revealing her breasts compltely. She squealed and put an arm over her chest while the other tried to tug up her oversized skirt. Unfortunately for her the skirt got caught under her shoe as she tugged on it she also pulled her right foot forward and slipped, falling right on her back.
Tiffany lay on the floor groaning, her arms were flung above her head, her breasts completely exposed and her legs were more open than you’d want them to be if you were her. She seemed to be incapable of moving, as if lying on the floor forever would be better than sitting up and facing the class... It probably was.
No one moved or said a word for a moment until Mrs Brixton stood and started shouting ordering everyone out of the classroom at once. Eliza grabbed her bag and scurried out with the rest of her classmates, who had all just seen quite the show, trying her hardest not to grin right at Tiffany. That had gone much better than expected.
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