I avoided Mark as much as I could over the next few days. Just the thought that he had seen me in my underwear made me blush.
Of course, avoiding him was pretty difficult considering we had several classes together.
“Does anyone know the answer to the question?” The teacher asked, putting her hands behind her on her desk. Beside her hand, I could see something metallic and sharp. Scissors?
I raised my hand.
“Louise?”
“Well, if X is 6 and Y is 8, then…”
Mark turned around to look at me. I blushed, and my brain came screeching to a halt. “Well…umm…” I shook my head. “Sorry. I just lost it.”
The teacher frowned, but then shrugged. “That’s okay. Anyone else?”
The teacher was young and inexperienced, but today she seemed different. More confident. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it.
As the class continued, my mind wandered to the events of the past couple days. The more I thought about it, the more I was convinced that I was just having accidents. Someone—or something—was deliberately embarrassing me, but I had no idea who or what. It didn’t matter, though. I just had to be careful.
“Anyone want to solve this problem on the board?”
I raised my hand, determined to redeem myself from earlier. Mark would be watching, yes, but I just needed to get over it.
“Yes, Louise. Do you want to try?”
I pulled myself up from my chair. I felt something waft through the air, like a foul-smelling mold. Suddenly, I felt a little dizzy. What? I wasn't feeling sick at all, and my balance was normally very good.
I gritted my teeth and forced my feet to move.
My foot caught on the ground, and I yelped as I fell to the ground. My hands reached out to cushion the fall or catch the edge of the desk, and I felt my fingers graze the pair of scissors
Riiiippp.
Oh, no.
“Louise!” The teacher exclaimed. “You’re bleeding!”
I looked down, feeling a little woozy. My white shirt was completely in shreds, and there was a thin line down my side where the scissors had cut, and blood was oozing out and staining my shirt. There was no way the scissors should have done that much damage to my clothes, but somehow it did.
So much for being careful.
The teacher helped me up. “Mark? Can you bring Louise to the school nurse? She’s looking a little pale.”
I tried to open my mouth to protest. Anyone but Mark. But it was only then did I realize that the entire front of my shirt had been ripped open, meaning everyone could see my bra underneath. Still groggy, I tried to raise up my hands to cover myself. Not again. How did this keep happening?
Mark wrapped an arm around my shoulders and guided me out of the room.
As he led me towards the nurse’s room, I became more and more aware how exposed I was. The scissors had not only cut my skin, but somehow had changed direction mid-cut and went directly down the middle of my shirt, leaving my blazer untouched but snipping off all the buttons and leaving my bra just slightly nicked, though still intact.
The nurse looked up from her desk as we walked in. I scrunched my nose. Something felt off, but I wasn’t sure what. It wasn’t quite the stench that through off my balance. Something more…discreet. It was like when the milk had just started to spoil, but not enough for you to notice until you started eating.
“What happened?” The nurse asked, her voice monotone. I frowned. I didn’t see the nurse often, but when I did, she was normally much nicer and had more genuine concern.
When I didn’t respond, Mark spoke up. “She fell and some scissors cut her.”
“I’ll need to check for other cuts. Go ahead and take off your shirt and your bra,” the nurse said, almost robotically.
“What?”
I glanced at Mark, who looked just as confused as I was.
The nurse shrugged, unconcerned.
“I need to make sure you’re not hurt anywhere else. Go on, take it off.”
Mark swallowed hard. After a pause, he moved towards the door. “Maybe I should go…”
“No, you should stay in case Louise needs help getting back to class,” the nurse said.
“Oh, umm…okay.”
I blushed a deep red. Mark seeing me in my panties was bad enough, but seeing me topless? That was almost too much.
I turned so my back was to Mark. I took off my blazer and set it on the chair next to me. My white shirt, ripped as it was, came next, looking more like rags than an actual shirt. I took a deep breath, and then reached behind me. My fingers fumbled with the strap, but eventually I unclipped my slightly-damaged bra. It hung there for a long moment. I just couldn’t bring myself to really take it off. Not here in front of Mark.
“Go on,” The nurse said.
I felt like I was swallowing a rock. I grabbed the edges of my bra and pulled. It fell to the ground in a clump. Seeing it in front of me only served to drive home that I wasn’t wearing anything from the waist up. Oh, crap, what was I doing?
I reached up and crossed my arms in front of my chest, grabbing my tits with my hands. Even though I was facing away from Mark, I knew he could see a partial of my side-boob and the entirety of my back. I felt like my butt was sticking out, even covered by my skirt.
The nurse worked around me, cleaning where the scissors nicked with me alcohol swab and wrapping a long, sticky bandage to it. The way it was positioned, though, meant that the school nurse couldn’t quite reach everything with my arms in the way. I prayed that the nurse would just work around them and finish everything.
No such luck. Whatever spell that had taken over the nurse was still very much in control.
“Hands down,” the nurse said. “I need to reach everything.”
I lowered my hand despite the growing panic in my breathing. My nipples ached in the cold air of the room, and I felt them harden. Oh, crap, was I getting turned on by this? This wasn’t like me at all.
“Turn,” the nurse said.
What?
Turn? With Mark right there?
“Can’t you—”
“No, I can’t. Stop being difficult. Turn. Now.”
I whimpered quietly. Fingers clenched at my side, I turned, making eye contact with Mark. He tried to keep my gaze, but his eyes definitely flittered to my tits, and it took everything for me to not squeal and throw my arms around myself.
Mark himself looked pale—I imagined most of his blood had rushed south—, but not so much as to not appreciate the opportunity of having a cute girl completely topless in front of him. For just a moment, he allowed himself to drop the guise of being polite and just ran his eyes completely up and down my chest. Hands by my side, my fingers clenched and unclenched, and my throat was as dry as a desert.
The nurse finished the bandage, standing up. “Okay, you’re good to go. ”
Relieved that it was finally over, I quickly turned away from Mark and looked at the nurse expectantly.
She gave me a look like I was being stupid. “Go on,” she said.
“I need my clothes,” I said.
“There’s blood on them and they’re ruined. You can’t go out wearing that. You’ll be fine.”
I gawked at her. “I can't go outside like this!” I still had yet to replace my spare uniform from just a few days ago. I had nothing else to wear.
The nurse practically rolled her eyes. “Just put on your blazer…” she threw the jacket on. I shuddered at the foreign sensation of the heavy fabric hanging on my bare skin. “...and button it up.”
She couldn’t be serious. My tits were covered, yes, but it was very obvious that I wasn’t wearing anything underneath. While some of the girls despised the strict dress code, I didn’t mind it as much. But now everyone would be staring. No more wondering what kind of goods Louise was hiding.
Walking down the hallway was pure torture. The blazer felt terribly awkward on my stomach, and the rubbing of the fabric against my tits felt wrong. I kept looking down my chest, convinced that my breasts were completely sticking out, but the blazer was at least tight enough not to move around much when I walked. I knew that the entirety of my cleavage was on display, my chest completely exposed.
Mark walked beside me, obviously trying not to peer into the sides of my blazer and failing. My only comfort was that he looked as red as I felt.
The teacher looked up as I walked in. She gasped at my appearance, but said nothing. My eyes scanned the room as the other students began to perk up at the sight of me. I quickly took my seat and pulled my blazer as tight as I could around me.
Losing my skirt in front of Mark was one, but standing there, essentially topless save for a blazer that barely covered it, in front of my entire class? This was a living nightmare. Never had I ever been the kind of girl who got off on streaking or being exhibitionistic. But here I was, basically flashing anyone who cared to look.
“Umm…Louise?”
I squeaked. “W-what?”
“No blazers on in the classroom, please. School policy.”
I paled.
Her too? I realized that the same off-smell thing from the nurse’s room was in here, too. In fact, it was all over the hallway, too, now that I thought about it. What was going on? It was like all the adults were…possessed, or something. Determined to embarrass me. Could this get any worse? I could sense the whole class holding their breath, knowing what the teacher’s words meant.
I slipped out of my seat and pulled off my blazer, doing my best to use it as a covering before depositing it on the back of my seat. I folded my arms across my chest and did my best to cover my breasts. Thankfully, I was sitting closer to the front, so not many people had a great angle, but the fact that I knew students were staring at my bare back made things even worse.
Losing my skirt in front of Mark was one thing, but to be completely and utterly topless in front my entire class was another thing entirely.
Finally, the bell rang, and I threw my blazer back on and rushed to the hallway. I hurried past everyone in the hallway, trying my best to ignore their stares and whispering. I realized suddenly that it was only 2nd period, and I knew every teacher was going to enforce the no-blazers in class rule. It meant that I had five more periods of sitting in my chair without my blazer. Not only that, but I had to navigate crowded hallways of students in between. By the end of the day, everyone would know that Louise Marigold went an entire school day nearly topless.
By the time the final school bell rang, I was certain my face was permanently flushed red. There was no way all of this had happened by accident.
Something was out to get me, and I had a feeling it wasn’t remotely close to being done.
*By now you get the premise: Something is creating awkward situations for our poor Louise. I have ideas for the next part and the finale, but if you have any ideas for some possible situations for Louise to find herself in before we get there, let me know. 
Sorry, no spoilers.