[Leopard]

Evie

This was the worst situation anyone could imagine.

The class was full, all of the other girls in the class dressed in their blue summer dresses and white socks, just as Evie had always seen in the brochure material for St. Krystal's. They were all taking notes, but between every line written, at least one of them would sneak a glance at Evie, who was sat in the middle of the class.

Evie was not wearing her blue St. Krystal's summer dress. How could she be? She hadn't picked up her uniform yet. She was wearing a bra and panties. And nothing else.

It wasn't even a nice bra and panties. No tasteful lace, no rich colours. No teasing plunge of cleavage. Oh no. The bra was an old off-white – the sort of off-white you get when you leave something white out in the sun for a few years, preferably treading on it with muddy boots and spilling coffee on it during the process – and the most boring cut imaginable. Her panties, which thankfully didn't match in colour – if the bra could even be justified as having a colour – were white with paisley flowers, and of the sort of size that grannies wore, sitting completely unflatteringly on her body.

Evie hunched in against herself. Here she was, her first day at her new school, and the only thing that anyone would ever remember would be that she walked into her first class wearing nothing but dowdy underwear. She wanted to die.

'Gathering quite a bit of attention there, Miss Crow,' the teacher said from the front of the class, his voice deep and stern.

Evie's head jerked up at the sound of her surname.

'I— I,' she began, her face flushed, but didn't know what to say.

'Interesting way to get everyone's eye on you,' her teacher continued, cutting her off. 'Since you're clearly so determined to have everyone stare at you, stop hunching there into your seat and stand up so that everyone can get a good look at your idea of school uniform.'

'I— But…'

'Now,' the teacher snapped, slamming the book he'd been holding down on his desk.

Evie shot up to her feet, then wrapped her arms around herself to try and cover her boobs. She needn't have bothered.

'We'll have none of that fake modesty in here, Miss Crow,' the teacher told her firmly. 'Get up on your desk, standing straight, hands behind your head.'

'I— Yes, Sir,' Evie stammered, realising that objecting would only cause her to be yelled at more.

Hesitantly, Evie climbed up onto her chair, then stepped up to stand unsteadily on her desk, her bare feet as close together as she could manage without compromising her balance. Heaving a shuddering breath, she lifted her hands up and clasped them behind her head, her skin prickling with the awareness of her vulnerable state.

'This, girls,' the teacher told the class, walking slowly down the aisle to approach Evie, 'is not an acceptable way to dress in class. And even if one were to come to class in their undergarments seeking attention, one should have more sense than to seek to arouse others by wearing the most dowdy underwear they can find.' Pausing just before Evie, the teacher looked up at her. 'Or is this your idea of sensual underwear, Miss Crow?' he asked caustically.

Evie glanced down into her teacher's dark eyes, then looked determinedly back at the blackboard at the front of the classroom, trying to block out the many pairs of wide, staring eyes that were trained on her.

'No, Sir,' Evie replied, struggling to keep her voice calm. 'I know I shouldn't be dressed this way.'

'Quite right,' her teacher nodded. 'Strip them off. I'll have one of the girls put them in the bin so that we never have to see such ugly underwear again.'

Evie's breath caught, choking her.

'What?' You want me to take them off? Here, in class?

'You heard me, you little cunt,' her teacher said, stepping to stand behind Evie. 'Get your "clothes" off. Now.'

Out of sight he felt even more intimidating to her. Evie could feel tears welling up in her eyes, but angrily blinked them away. Bad enough she'd been this humiliated; she was not about to add to it by falling apart.

'Yes, Sir,' she said stonily reaching behind herself to unclasp her bra.