Caroline is Confused (Complete)

[neverdoubted]

Contents:
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6

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Author's Note

Copyright 2023 NeverDoubted. Please do not repost this story on other sites without permission (neverdoubted@protonmail.com). By accessing this story, the reader hereby certifies that he/she is of an appropriate age to access adult material and that such material is permitted in the locality or country where the reader resides. The following is a creative work of fiction, and the characters or incidents described do not resemble any persons or events in the real world.

Synopsis: A short story about a young lady who, having trouble adjusting to the complexities of junior high school, makes a costly and very embarrassing mistake.

Enjoy!
~ ND
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Caroline is Confused - Part 1
Starting seventh grade meant a day of many firsts for Caroline. It made her head spin trying to keep up with all the new expectations and protocols. How was a person supposed to keep everything straight? For someone as susceptible to confusion as Caroline, it was a recipe for disaster.

On the way to her next class, she worked backwards in time, silently reciting the overwhelming catalog of instructions and information that had been fed her so far.

First Period, US History and Homeroom: stand for the pledge, then sit for announcements, then attendance. When your name is called, answer "here" or "present". No snarky responses. Any other response will result in a detention. George Washington, John Adams, Benjamin Franklin, James...wait, was Benjamin Franklin even a President?

Second Period, English: Upstairs in room 206. Whatever you do, don't go down the ninth-grade hallway! Take the back stairs instead. Everyone must take their own notes in class. No copying! Start by writing your name on the top of the page followed by today's date. Use paragraphs with at least four sentences about the topic at hand...Why is it "I before E" when that goes against alphabetical order? Why does nothing in this stupid school make any sense?

Locker break to change out books: Turn the dial a few times to reset it, then go right to twenty-eight, then left all the way around until you pass twenty-eight again for some dumb reason, then stop at ten, then slowly left to zero (don't go too far!), then jiggle the handle. If it doesn't open, spin the dial a few times and try again.

Third Period, Science: Go to room 118-B. NOT 118! It's in the annex facing the bus lane. Don't forget to study for Friday's quiz over the Solar System. Mercury, Venus, Earth, Mars...or was it Mars, Venus, Earth, Mercury???

Fourth Period, Lunch: get in line, hand your food card to the lady with the stamp, grab a tray-hold it with both hands (you don't want to be like that poor kid who dropped his whole meal and had everyone laughing at him), don't forget the silverware, select your entree-avoid anything gray (the kid in line next to her had given her that wise advice), pick a drink at the end and don't forget to grab a straw (wouldn't want to risk spilling something on your first-day dress!), find a table-THUMP!

Her train of thought was interrupted as she bumped into the door to the gymnasium assuming it would give way when she pushed against it. Looking down, she found a list of instructions above the handle. To Enter: 1 press button on wall, 2 wait for beep, 3 turn handle counterclockwise, 4 push inward.

Her frustration bubbled over, and she blew out a huff of air which scattered her bangs. With a growl, she pressed the little red button on the wall and waited for the beep. Why did everything here have to be so complicated?

This was nothing like elementary school where the teachers made everyone form into a nice, neat line and guided them from class to class. Here, every student was inundated with chaotic instructions and expected to find their own way to each class through labyrinthine halls and throngs of humanity.

In times of great stress, Caroline struggled to process events and stimuli at a normal rate. The world around her would move very slowly only to suddenly snap ahead; catching up all at once like her life was on fast-forward. Something in her brain went haywire and she would even remember things happening out of sequence. As a result, she was very susceptible to confusion.

It had always been that way, even when she was a little girl. But she had learned to cope with it to the point that most people couldn't tell anything was different. One technique she used was repeating instructions back to herself to make sure she was remembering things in the right order. That, and falling back on a familiar routine, was usually enough to get her through any difficulties.

But today, there were just too many new instructions for her poor, overworked brain to process! Her mother had assured her that junior high would get easier day by day. She wasn't dumb. She just had to get the hang of things. But it's hard to find your bearings when you're being thrown into an unfamiliar environment every hour and handed a whole new list of rules and instructions to memorize. P.E. turned out to be no different as the girls were corralled right away into one of the bleachers.

Fifth Period: P.E.: get in line for uniform sizing and issuance, take your new uniform and head to the locker room, change into your uniform, and put your school clothes in your cubby (P.E. students do not get a locker, only cubbies). Memorize your cubby number (38) as you will be using it all year. Students must take their gym uniform home to wash at least once a week. Proper washing instructions are included. Failure to maintain your uniform properly will result in detention. Black-soled shoes are not allowed on the gym court. In the future, all students should have a pair of non-marking shoes to change into but may go barefoot today and any day they don't have proper tennis shoes...and on, and on.

Caroline couldn't comprehend why a class as simple as P.E. had to have the most rules of all. Couldn't they just go to the playground like they did in elementary school? After receiving her uniform, she recited what she could remember of the assembly all the way to her assigned cubby (38, don’t forget!). At least she didn't have to deal with another locker combination!

Standing in front of her cubby, she unfolded her new P.E. shirt and a sheet full of care and cleaning instructions fell to the floor. She picked it up, but when she tried to read it, her eyes glazed over. Her confused little brain simply couldn't handle another set of instructions! Exasperated, she put the shirt on to see how it fit. The size small tee shirt was a little snug on her, partly because she had forgotten to take her dress off first and was now wearing two tops. But she was in too flustered a state to notice that mistake just yet.

Snug outfits are nothing new to a growing girl. Lately, she was finding more and more of her favorite clothes no longer fit her changing body the way they used to. But she rarely had that problem with her tops. Even though she was impatient for a growth spurt to do something about her flat chest, other than some extra tenderness around her nipples and two puny little lumps that hardly counted as breasts, its topography had remained stubbornly unchanged.

Since switching her shirt out for a medium would be an unnecessary extra hassle, she dropped the matter and picked up her gym shorts. She bent over and used one of her long arms to reach past the lower hem of her dress for the first shoe buckle. Just then, a vague warning sign went off inside her brain. She froze and mentally scanned her memory for clues about something she must have missed but couldn't figure it out.

Her subconscious was trying to warn her that she was changing out of order and had forgotten to remove her dress before putting on her P.E. shirt. But staring at her shoes, her conscious mind went in another direction. Standing on one foot and lifting the other, she checked what color her soles were. Black.

Sitting down, she unbuckled and removed her shoes, stuffing her white ankle socks inside. She didn't mind going without shoes for a while. They were brand new and not yet broken in. Plus, even the small, one-inch heel would have been uncomfortable to run around in.

"Whew, that was close," she said to herself as she placed her shoes safely into her cubby and headed for the exit. If not for the detour to the mirror to check herself out, she would not have noticed she was still wearing her dress and only half her uniform until someone pointed it out.

The only reason she had stopped at the mirror was to check on her hair. She had been really pleased with how her first day of school haircut had turned out. It's hard to style straight black hair. In sixth grade, she had always just brushed it out and kept it long, letting it fall straight down her back. Her only styling came in the form of a barrette or hairband. So boring and immature!

That's why she was so excited about her new bob hairstyle. She couldn't get enough of her new bangs and the shorter ‘do made her feel so much lighter! It framed her cute round face nicely and bounced playfully when she walked. Her new, matching dress also bounced. In fact, the first time she wore them together, outside the changing room at the department store, she got so excited about how good she looked that she couldn't stop bounding for joy in front of the mirror.

She only stopped when told that all that jumping was nearly causing her to flash her panties in the middle of the store! Her mother warned her that she would have to be careful not to flash anyone on her first day of school. The mere thought of one of her classmates even glimpsing her panties made the shy girl blush.

Upon reaching the mirror, Caroline immediately noticed her dress and rushed back to her cubby, mentally berating herself the whole way. It was a bad sign that she was starting to perform simple tasks out of order. When her state of confusion got this bad, she was liable to forget to do anything right, no matter how important! To her relief, none of the other girls inside the locker room seemed to have noticed her error.

Rapidly wresting her shirt and dress off, she yanked on her full unform, properly this time, and sprinted toward the exit. But she did forget to put her dress away. Barefoot, she skidded to a stop at the door to the gym when she realized she was still holding it in her hand. She started to turn back toward her cubby when she heard the teacher blow a whistle signaling the start of activities. Fearful of making a bad impression by being late on her first day, she threw her dress over one of the coat hooks on the wall and darted through the door. Luckily, she was able to sneak into the back of the assembled group unnoticed and did not get called out for her tardiness.

Caroline’s fear of detention ran deeper than most students. The standard of achievement set by her mother, a former salutatorian and class vice-president, weighed heavily on her. She tried to live up to the stories her mother's told of her time in school, getting straight A's, never being a disruption to the class, and never-ever getting a detention.

She had also excelled socially. Catherine would marvel at her mother's old high school yearbook and homecoming photos. The young woman in the photos was so beautiful and composed, with all the right curves necessary to fill out her dress and not a single strand of her silky, black hair out of place. Her exceeding beauty had even attracted the eye of that year's homecoming king.

With her mother's genes, Caroline had been given everything she could possibly ask for to succeed in school. If her confused brain could only get organized, the smart girl that she knew was inside her would eventually emerge. But that seems impossible when you are constantly being given more rules to process.

In elementary school, P.E. was one of her favorite subjects. That's because it had very little structure. It was mostly a free-play period. The teacher usually didn't care what you were doing as long as you were active. The difference between that and junior high P.E. was night and day. The coach led them outside and showed them what they would be working on all semester. It was a physical fitness challenge course that would constitute 80 percent of their final grade. The intimidating course looked like something out of an army boot camp.

Caroline tried to process every obstacle as the coach explained it. "Run through the row of tires making sure to place one foot in each tire. If the observer blows her whistle, that means you did not complete the obstacle correctly or fully. Go back to the start of the obstacle and start over."

"When you get to the jump-roping station, you must stay inside the circle and perform one hundred standard jumps with your feet together. The observer will keep count and call out every tenth jump. If you mess up. You must go back to the last tenth you completed and continue from there. If you leave the circle early, the observer will blow her whistle and you will be required to start over at zero."

Whenever the coach mentioned blowing a whistle, she would demonstrate with her own piercing tweet. Caroline flinched every time she heard that accursed whistle. Her brain came to associate it with starting over and she lost her train of thought every time she heard it.

Her thoughts were like rowdy children dressed exactly alike that she was expected to keep in a particular order and escort to the other side of a toy store. And whenever she let her focus slip, one of the kids would wander off down a random aisle and she had to chase it down. Then she had to figure out where the kid was supposed be in line. And every few minutes, a whistle would blow, and another kid would join the group. By the end of the period, she was exhausted and her brain was fried.

The coach finished by explaining how all the loose equipment must be stored away and told the girls that they would take turns being assigned cleanup duty. Then she randomly singled out Caroline to be the first "volunteer".

While the other girls were dismissed to the locker room to change back into their school clothes, Caroline was sent to collect all the loose equipment, jump ropes, traffic cones, balls, bean bags and buckets, and put them away. She heard the bell signaling the end of class and rushed to finish her assignment. But that only slowed her down because she kept putting things away in the wrong place!

Poor, confused Caroline finally finished the cleanup task. But sensing her time to get to next period slipping away, the harried girl was about to make a critical mistake which would lead to more humiliation than any thirteen-year-old girl should ever have to endure. Out of breath, she charged through the locker room door and sped right past the coat hooks, completely missing the fact that her dress was no longer there. One of the other girls had found it knocked off its hook and lying on the ground and helpfully placed it in the nearest cubby (not 38).

Everyone else was already well on the way to their next class and the room was completely empty. As she peeled off her shirt, she went through a mental checklist of what she needed to do next.

Sixth period was math in room 143. It was near her locker which was a good thing because she absolutely had to stop by and pick up her math book and note binder. Folding her uniform safely in her cubby, she sat down and recited her locker combination instructions while also scrambling to put on her socks and buckle her shoes in the right hole. More warning signs started going off in her brain as she stood up and ran for the exit. Her brain was trying to warn her that she had forgotten to put on her dress and was headed to class in only her shoes, socks, and a pair of panties!

But in her incredibly confused state, she failed to properly attribute the warning signs. She had only taken a few steps beyond the gymnasium when the sixth period tardy bell rang out. She was officially late for class! She held out hope that she might be able to slip into class unnoticed and possibly avoid making a scene.

Frantically, she drew a mental map of the school and tried to figure out the most efficient route to her locker and to class. At least the halls would be empty now. That did make getting around much easier. Running was not allowed in the halls, so with her heart pounding out of control for some reason, the panty-clad girl turned in one direction and started walking down the hallway.

Not quite old enough for a bra, she was now completely bare from her socks to the top of her head except for the perfect pair of white cotton panties she had picked out for her first day. The tapping of her heeled shoes echoed loudly as her strong, but slightly spindly legs carried her down the empty corridor. Every few paces, she felt an acute sensation that something was terribly wrong. She couldn't identify its source, but neither could she shake it.

She must have checked on her panties at least a hundred times before she reached her locker. And something still wasn't right about them. She simply could not stop making anxious adjustments and couldn't get comfortable no matter how she adjusted them. She would reach down and tug them a little further down her bare legs. But that only pulled the waistband lower and exposed too much of her cute little abdomen. So, she would pull the waist back to a more comfortable place and smooth down the front panel only to sense a wedgie forming in back.

The leg holes were cut diagonally to tastefully encase most of her growing bottom. So why did it suddenly feel like her butt cheeks were hanging out? She desperately tugged for more material which caused the front panel to draw tightly around her bulging mound and clearly outline every detail of her precious pussy lips. She was so confused and couldn't figure out what was wrong. They just felt so skimpy and insufficient all the sudden. She knew one thing for sure. She was going to throw these stupid panties away the moment she got home!

She should have been overjoyed at getting her locker to open on the first try. But instead, a pit formed in her stomach as she checked another thing off her to-do list and got one step closer to entering her math class. Her hands were unexpectedly trembling as she reached into her locker, grabbed her math book, and note binder, and closed the door.

Room 143 was just down the hall from her, and the door was already closed. Her feet suddenly felt heavy as iron as she forced them to carry her the last few steps. She felt sick and part of her wanted to skip class and hide out in the bathroom until next period. But she couldn’t say why. All she knew, she couldn't do that to her poor, confused brain. Just think of all the instructions she would miss!

She paused just outside and smoothed her hair down with a shaky hand. Then, checking her panties one last time, the pretty, nearly naked girl turned the handle and stepped through the classroom door.

[SDS]

A wonderful start to this story! Very looking forward to what comes next. Dare me was great but im always more exited for an embarrassed shy protagonist rather than a an exhibitionist.

Really liked your description of her thoughts...very accurate for a young person with processing isses and over stimulation.

Poor Caroline ruining naked through school... shes about to get a real shock... not even a bra...

[imanewb]

That is just so good... And can picture it happening to a confuddled young girl (Over the years I was teaching, had to turn more than one bare bottomed kid back from PE.... when they'd started changing, distracted themselves (chatting or whatever) and then resumed... pulling their underwear down/off (brain short circuit - thinking they were pulling their shorts/skirt off? thinking they were stripping for bed? I don't know).

Some of the faces they pulled were hilarious, not that we adults (always at least two of us, usually more) would ever laugh aloud, or do much more than share an eye roll. (primary/elementary school btw, so no locker rooms, except when we took them swimming).

[jojo12026]

Great start. I can empathize with Caroline, although I am decade's out of school. There are times when my mind is tied up wondering what else is going to happen to Lucy in Dare Me, Abbie, Lia and the many highjinx that are got up to on this forum, and forget what I am supposed to be doing.

[fuwafuwataimu]

A wonderful start! I wonder how Caroline's teacher is going to react to their slightly underclothed pupil! Of course, we can all guess how the other students will react

[TeenFan]

Caroline needs one of those clothing exemptions provided by a psychiatrist.
It would make her life so much easier if she didn't have to worry about what to wear or how to wear it. But that would ruin the story
at this point, so don't take her to the doctor.

[perseus]

A fantastic start! I'm very much looking forward to the next entry!

I really enjoyed how Caroline kept adjusting her panties without realizing the disaster she was walking into. I'm very curious to see the reactions she will get. Will her teacher send her back to find her dress? Or will she be told to take her seat and live with her mistake?

I'm already very invested in this!

[perseus]

I really hope we see an update to this soon!

[neverdoubted]

coming right up

[neverdoubted]

Caroline is Confused - Part 2

Some events are so profound in a person's life that they can even alter the trajectory of their life. It's not always an outwardly traumatic event, though times of trauma do tend to persist indelibly in a person's psyche. For Matthew Tharson, one such event happened to him early in his high school education.

Growing up with a gift for understanding mathematics, the world around Matthew just made more sense when viewed through that lens. Some people's brains are wired to see things and communicate using music, or other forms of art. Others are inherently capable of navigating social circles and rallying their peers. Matthew was more comfortable in the world of numbers where things just made more sense.

For his first eight years of school, he was friends with everyone. By no means a social climber, he was content just being some nice kid in class who happens to get good grades in math. Other kids treated him normally and he generally felt like he belonged. But all that changed in ninth grade when he took his first algebra class.

Matthew was endlessly fascinated when the algebra teacher explained how her grading system was based on something called a "normal statistical distribution model". He immediately grasped it even though his fellow students were stumped by the concept. The bad students were happy to hear that, to maintain a bell-shaped distribution, the teacher always only failed one student per semester. Most would end up with a C no matter how poorly they performed on their exams. But on the other end of the spectrum, one student would earn a perfect A and the rest of the high achievers would form a statistically pure curve behind the leader.

It was a brutal, unforgiving grading scheme which pitted students against each other for the top spot. And when you have a person like Matthew who can't help but ace every assignment and quiz, the margin for error becomes that much smaller for the other students trying to earn one of the precious few A's.

Is it ever right to blame someone else for the grade you earn? Of course not! But that's exactly what one of his classmates tried to do. You would think, for someone with so many other God given talents and advantages in life, that young Diana Faldi would recognize and appreciate when someone else has a talent. Perhaps it was just too hard for her to admit someone else might be better than she at something. After all, she was already popular, sang well and played the piano, and spoke two languages, English and Italian. Did she really have to be the best at algebra too?

She was an impressive young lady, strikingly beautiful with long dark hair that framed her round face. Using her expressive brown eyes and full lips to project confidently to the back of the theater, she had earned the titular role of Juliette in the upcoming school play. Despite being only a freshman, she was already drawing romantic interest from older boys, even juniors and seniors. But her parents had instilled in her that school always came before dating.

The big plans Diana had for her life included graduating at the top of her class. Most people would consider her a contender for something like that. She was smart and organized and, most importantly, she never got confused. She had already identified that her greatest competition to earning the prize of class valedictorian would be Jimmy Vaughn. He had lucked out and been put in the other Algebra class whose teacher used a traditional grading method. Diana remained confident in her ability to earn an A. But then Matthew Tharson came along and blew the curve for everyone in her class.

It wasn't fair to resent him for ruining her perfect 4.0 GPA. After all, it's not like he was cheating or anything. He was simply using his own God given talent for numbers. To her credit, she didn't start blaming him right away. When their first quiz came back and she saw that Matthew had a perfect score while she had a low "B", she simply came to him and asked if he would tutor her.

Matthew was flattered that someone like Diana wanted his help with something and eagerly agreed to help her out. Beyond the fact that he was getting to hang out with a pretty girl after school, tutoring came naturally to him. It's almost like he was destined to become a math teacher someday. Diana worked hard to unlock the mysteries of Algebra which seemed to come so effortlessly to Matthew. But when the scores for their second quiz came back and she got another B while Matthew got another A+, her opinion of him began to sour, and she cancelled further tutoring sessions.

Near the end of the semester, when it became obvious that Diana would not be able to save her grade, she lashed out in a way only popular kids can. As the teacher handed out the results of the latest quiz, she saw Matthew preening over his seventeenth straight perfect score and uttered the high school equivalent of the kiss of death for his social life.

"Stop being such a math nerd," she scoffed, loud enough for him and the whole class to hear. Matthew shrugged it off, but the class played along, snickering at Diana's joke.

Most kids lived in fear of receiving an insult from one of the popular kids which marks them as a pariah. Once you receive a dreaded label like "math nerd", it's nearly impossible to shake. For Matthew, the label certainly stuck. He heard it wherever he went, including his other classes, even from people who didn't really know him! It stung more when he heard a cute girl say it. It haunted him in the halls and hounded him in the cafeteria.

He tried to grow a thick skin about it. He even tried to wear the title like a badge of honor, pretending like the aspersion didn't bother him. But deep down, he harbored a resentment for what she had done to him. No one wanted to date him or even be associated with him lest they be branded with a similar title. She had turned his entire complex existence, full of potential, into something that must be avoided at all costs. She had given him the intellectual equivalent of cuties.

Like any kid who's being bullied, the real emotional damage doesn't come directly from the bully. It comes from all the other kids willing to fall in line and play along. Matthew was pretty much stuck with the label "math nerd" until he graduated and was able to reinvent himself in college. It looked like his traumatic experience was behind him.

After enough time had passed, the details of his time in high school faded from conscious memory. He moved on with his life and even eventually returned to work in a school, this time as a junior high math teacher. But the trauma remained, buried deeply within him like a forgotten bomb. For twenty years it sat, gathering dust, and waiting for some spark to come along and relight its fuse. That spark did arrive one day, taking the form of a mostly naked young student.

Caroline hoped to slip unnoticed into Mr. Tharson's seventh grade math class and find an empty seat without making too much of a scene. But it's kind of impossible for a pretty girl not to make a scene when all she's wearing is a pair of cute, white panties. The door was near the front of the class, so the students didn't need to turn their heads too much to notice her. Gasps of shock erupted from the student body when the young teenager appeared in the doorway showing off way too much of her student body.

She wasn't quite out of breath but was breathing heavily. Her cheeks were flush, and her hair was slightly disheveled. But the other kids weren't looking at her cheeks or her hair. They were mostly staring the two little exposed bumps on her creamy, white chest along with the other interesting bits of anatomy she was currently exhibiting free of charge.

Caroline was confused. She hardly expected her slightly late arrival to cause this much of a stir. The other kids were acting like they had never seen a tardy student before. The girls generally reacted with gasps morphing into laughter. But the boys continued to stare unblinking at their pretty, almost naked classmate. For most of them, it was the first time they had ever seen a girl's breasts in real life before. Sure, they all paid close attention to the growing and changing female bodies around them. They fantasized and tried to picture the mysteries beneath girls' clothes. But with Caroline, they didn't have to use their imagination anymore.

Mr. Tharson took much too long to react and regain control of his class. He had been writing something on the chalk board when Caroline first appeared and hadn't turned to look until he heard the gasps from his students. For some strange reason, upon seeing the exquisite form of a beautiful brunette standing in the doorway, a long-forgotten phrase burst into his head: "math nerd".

In a flash, he was transported back to that insecure, bullied teenager he had been in high school as old emotional scars that had never really healed were torn afresh. He felt a strong urge to lash out at the girl even though she had done nothing to deserve such fiery wrath. Sure, she was causing a disturbance to his class, but that was hardly enough to warrant the anger he felt towards her. It was Diana's cruel childhood antics that were instinctually driving him to go hard on this child. He didn't even know they were related as mother and daughter.

Snapping his chalk in frustration, he grabbed a yardstick he kept leaning against his desk and rapped it on the wooden desktop several times to regain control over his class.

"Young lady, I don't know why on Earth you think streaking on the first day of school, or any day, for that matter, would be a good idea," he barked, "but I will not tolerate such disturbances in my classroom!" Opening a drawer, he pulled a pad of paper from his desk and began scrawling something.

The word “streaking” triggered something in Caroline’s brain. Slowly, a terrible thought, the one her brain had been screaming about ever since she left the locker room, broke through her fog of confusion. Looking down at her body anew, she finally noticed her wardrobe mistake. It was a girl's worst nightmare showing up to class without her dress. She screamed and rushed to move her notebook to cover her exposed chest, but that only revealed more of her lower half. She moved the book up and down indecisively a few times before settling on keeping it over her chest and putting one hand over the front of her panties which she had never intended for any of the boys to see.

Mr. Tharson finished writing and angrily ripped the top page free from the pad. "Congratulations, you just earned a one-way pass to the Admin office. I'm sure Vice-Principal Bolton will straighten you out. Come on, I'll even escort you myself."

Being the first day of school, he didn't have anything prepared for his class to work independently on, so he told them to sit quietly until he got back. The kids nodded in complete silence. But as soon as he left, they started talking excitedly about what had just happened. The rumor about little Caroline Adlow walking into Mr. Tharson's math class wearing nothing but her shoes and a skimpy pair of white panties would, without a doubt, be spread all over school before the day was out.

Caroline was glad to be away from the room full of students. But that hardly made her comfortable with her current situation. Unlike her trip to class, she was acutely aware of her lack of clothes this time as she walked beside this man she had never met before. She knew they were headed to the Admin office. That didn't sound good. What if the Vice-Principal gave her detention? On the first day!

But her greatest concern by far was her lack of clothes. She continued to hug her books protectively to her bare chest and tried not to think about her panty-clad bottom. But with every step they took, her stress level rose. And as usual, as her stress grew, so did her confusion.

Matthew tried to figure out why he felt so uneasy about the young lady walking beside him. Something about her kept drawing his attention, and it wasn't just her scandalous lack of outerwear. There was something so familiar about her; familiar, yet so distant.

He couldn't stop glancing at her, more out of curiosity than because of her dire state of dress. And every time he looked, he caught unmistakable flashes of someone he had once known, a girl named Diana Faldi. Out of the grave he had used to bury the trauma that woman had caused so long ago, a resentment was seeping. It hovered in the air like an ill mist and, for reasons he couldn’t explain, tainted his opinion of this girl.

He fell back a couple paces so he could study her without being accused of leering. As a junior high school teacher, he was used to seeing kids go through awkward stages of development. And as a math teacher, he couldn't help but make some quick visual measurements of her body; an easy feat since she was practically naked.

She stood five and a half feet tall, but that was aided by the slight heel in her shoes. Her legs were more cute than beautiful, with plenty more growing to do. She hadn't filled in womanly curves yet, but her shoes did help make the shape of her legs more interesting and hinted of the curves she would someday possess. She had good vertical proportions with her body's mid-point being just above her privates - right about where it should be. She walked neatly with her feet crossing over each other. The narrow gait made her hips swivel with every step she took. Even though her excess motion was unintentional, it was also quite seductive.

Her shoulders were starting to widen, likely in anticipation of supporting the impending arrival of new breasts. She was covering her chest at the moment. But he had seen enough earlier to know she didn't have much growth in that department just yet. The subtle broadness of her shoulders did make the tapering of her torso down to her petite waist much more noticeable.

Her naturally light-brown skin had a flawless all-over tint which most girls could only get by tanning. Because she was topless, he could see her entire spine curving gently down from her graceful neck all the way to disappear into the waistband of her panties. She carried herself well with an effortless good posture, keeping her shoulders back and her head steady as she walked. Her childish hips had not yet begun widening, though they were already tilted forward. That, combined with her exceptionally good posture made her ripe, panty-clad bottom stick out nicely. Overall, while she didn't exactly have an hourglass figure yet, all the crucial ingredients were there for an eventual, certified head-turner.

Matthew couldn't possibly understand what would drive such a pretty young lady to show off so much of her private assets to her classmates for free like that. But he knew one thing. When someone who looks as good as this girl shows up to class in just her underwear, she better be prepared to accept that she'll be starring in the fantasy of every boy who sees her for a good, long while.