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Good morning! This is a new story I’m working on. It’s about a girl named Kelsey and her memorable day. Kelsey is a clumsy girl who’s always making a fool of herself but today is the worst so far. Enjoy.

Kelsey’s shower had been meant to be a quick refresh, but it was now the cause of a frantic panic. The hot water cascaded down her shoulders, steam clouding the bathroom, as she scrambled to rinse the shampoo from her hair. Glancing at the clock, her heart dropped. The bus would be here any minute.

The handle to the bathroom door was stuck again. She twisted it desperately, trying to get it open, but it wouldn’t budge. Her heart raced as she pulled harder, her hands growing slick with sweat. She was going to be late, and that would mean another day of catching up—another day of stress and frustration. She couldn’t afford that.
Think, Kelsey, think! Her eyes darted to the window. The roof. I could climb out and make it to the bus—if I’m fast enough.

The panic rose within her as she grabbed a towel off the rack and quickly wrapped it around her damp body. Her mind was spinning with thoughts of being exposed outside, but she had no time to waste. She needed to move.

Climbing out the window was risky, but it was her only option. The rough tiles of the roof awaited her, and despite the hesitation, she pushed forward. The cold air outside bit at her, contrasting sharply with the warmth of the shower still clinging to her skin. As she grabbed the windowsill and hoisted herself up, the pain in her feet from the rough tiles was immediate. They were still pink and soft from the hot water, and the abrasiveness of the tiles made her wince with every step.

Just keep going, just keep going… She repeated in her head, trying to ignore the burn in her feet and the chill of the air on her exposed skin.

Her towel, still loosely wrapped around her, began slipping as she climbed, and her stomach twisted with dread. The wind picked up, sending a chill through her body, and she could already feel her towel shifting. No, no, no… She tugged at it, but it was already too late.

With one last awkward movement, the towel slipped completely from her body, leaving her exposed on the roof, the cold air biting at her now completely bare skin. Her heart skipped a beat. This can’t be happening. She froze for a moment, panic flooding her entire body. She looked down to the bus stop below, and the realization hit her like a ton of bricks. The bus had arrived. Her classmates were already watching her, their laughter reaching her ears like a cruel wave.

“Holy crap, look at her!” someone yelled, their voice full of amusement.

Kelsey’s face burned with shame. I can’t believe this is happening. I’m completely naked. Outside. In front of everyone… The wind blew against her body, making every inch of her feel exposed, vulnerable. Her small breasts swayed slightly with her frantic movements, and her bare, pale butt was fully visible as she tried to maintain her balance. Her feet were scraped, and each movement caused a sharp sting in her tender soles.

“Dude, she’s so smooth!” one girl said with a laugh. “Look, no pubes, like a baby down there.”

Kelsey’s stomach twisted in horror. She wanted to crawl back through the window, but the roof was too steep, and the cold air made her muscles lock in panic. Her legs kicked out awkwardly, and she desperately tried to grab at the tiles to steady herself. But the wind was unforgiving, and as she shifted again, she lost her footing completely.

With a gasp, Kelsey fell, crashing into the bushes below. The rough branches scraped her delicate, smooth skin, leaving stinging marks across her body. She groaned in pain, trying to scramble up, but she was disoriented. Get up, get up, get inside… Her mind screamed, but her body was frozen with humiliation.

The door to the house was locked. She could hear the laughter from outside, her classmates’ voices growing louder as the bus came to a complete stop.

“No, no, no, please,” she muttered, her voice cracking as she frantically pulled at the handle. Please let it open. Please let me inside.

She twisted the doorknob harder, but it wouldn’t move. Panic surged through her as she realized the door was locked. She didn’t have time for this. Her classmates’ jeers were louder now, more mocking, and she couldn’t take it any longer.

Frantic, she looked around, and that’s when her gaze landed on the front window. It was slightly ajar, and she made the split-second decision. She had to get inside, no matter what. She turned and scrambled toward the window, her bare feet scraping against the rough pavement. Her heart was pounding so loudly in her ears that she couldn’t hear anything else—just the sickening sound of her classmates’ laughter.

As Kelsey struggled to free herself from the window, her naked body was on full display for her classmates to see. Her small, pale butt was exposed, the skin looking almost translucent in the sunlight. The curve of her buttocks was visible, and her legs kicking wildly made her look even more ridiculous, like a puppet on a string.

Between her legs, her vagina was visible, a small, delicate slit that seemed to be the focus of her classmates' mocking gazes. The pink flesh was slightly puffy, and the surrounding skin was smooth and unblemished. As she kicked her legs, her vagina seemed to be jiggling slightly, adding to the overall sense of absurdity and humiliation.

Her legs themselves were long and slender, but as she kicked them, they seemed to be flailing about like a pair of uncontrolled limbs. Her feet scraped against the ground, leaving small scratches in the dirt as she struggled to free herself. The movement of her legs made her whole body seem to be wobbling, her small butt jiggling back and forth as she tried to wriggle her hips free from the window frame.

As Kelsey struggled to free herself, a classmate snapped a picture of her with their phone. "Oh, nice!" a voice called out. "This one's going in my spank bank... and maybe the yearbook!"

Kelsey's eyes scanned the crowd, trying to see who had taken the picture, but she couldn't tell. She felt a surge of panic and shame, knowing that someone had just captured her in a humiliating and compromising position.

"Delete it!" she begged, but the only response was laughter and jeers from the crowd. The voice that had spoken earlier just laughed and said, "No way, this one's a keeper!"

Kelsey squeezed her eyes shut, tears welling up in her eyes. She hated how exposed she felt. I just want to disappear. I just want this to end.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she managed to wriggle her hips free and pull herself through the window, stumbling inside.

She quickly slammed it shut behind her, but her face was still red, her body covered in scratches from the rough bushes and the window frame. She was a mess, and her heart still pounded in her chest as she hurried to get dressed.

Kelsey burst into her room, her heart still racing from the chaos of the morning. Her eyes darted around the room as she desperately searched for something to wear. She was running out of time—the bus was already waiting for her. Her skin was still tingling from the cold and the rush, and the heat of embarrassment clung to her, making it hard to focus.

Her hands trembled as she grabbed the first thing she could find: a loose, summer dress she’d worn the previous weekend. She didn’t think twice as she pulled it over her head, the fabric sliding down her wet, flushed skin. It was too short, a little too tight in some places, but she didn’t have time to care. The dress would have to do.

She glanced at the clock—only minutes before the bus left. Panic gnawed at her insides as she rushed toward the door.

“I can still make it,” she whispered to herself, shoving down the rising anxiety.

She yanked the front door open, a rush of cool morning air prickling her skin as she bolted outside. The ground was rough beneath her, each hurried step sending sharp little jolts up her legs, but she barely registered it. The only thing on her mind was making it to the bus stop before it was too late.

The bus was already pulling up at the end of the street.

With a final, desperate sprint, she made it to the bus and jumped up the steps. She rushed down the narrow aisle, trying to ignore the stares of her classmates. The bus doors shut behind her, sealing her fate as she found a seat near the back.

Nice start. I hope to see a continuation.

Here’s part 2. I hope you all enjoy and I want to hear what you think should happen to Kelsey throughout the day.

Her body was still slick from the shower, and as she sat down, a chill swept through her. The bus seat felt uncomfortably cold against her bare legs, and the fabric of her dress shifted slightly as she adjusted herself. But then, something about the seat felt…off. The smooth, cold sensation against her skin wasn’t just the seat, it was the absence of something.

Frowning, she shifted her feet, expecting the familiar weight of her sneakers pressing against the floor. Instead, her toes curled against an unexpected texture. Something rough, grimy, and uncomfortably damp. Her breath hitched. She looked down, only to see her bare feet resting against the stained rubber mat of the bus floor.

Her stomach twisted. How had she run out the door without noticing? How had she not felt the pavement, the gravel, the prickle of stray blades of grass? Now, every bit of filth clinging to the soles of her feet seemed magnified.

A quiet, horrified realization began to creep in as she sat frozen, her pulse hammering in her ears. Something else was wrong.
The seat… it still felt strange.

As she shifted in her seat, her dress rode up, exposing her bare skin to the cold, synthetic material of the bus seat. The chill of the plastic seeped into her flesh, and she felt a jolt of discomfort as her naked bottom made contact with the seat. Her bare sex touched the seat, a fleeting sensation that made her heart skip a beat. The realization that she wasn't wearing any panties hit her like a ton of bricks, and her stomach sank. Her breath caught in her throat as she felt a wave of vulnerability wash over her.

She looked down, her face flushing a deep shade of red as she took in the sight of her exposed vagina. The lack of underwear was a stark reminder of her haste that morning. She had been so frantic to get dressed that she had forgotten the most basic of essentials. The coolness of the bus seat seemed to seep through the thin fabric of her dress, making her even more aware of her exposed state.

As she tried to adjust the dress to cover herself, her hands brushed against her chest, and her heart sank further. She glanced down, her eyes widening in horror. no bra. The discovery froze her in place, her mind reeling with the implications of her situation. Kelsey's face burned with embarrassment as she struggled to process the double blow of her forgetfulness

The dress, though modest in length, clung to her body in a way that highlighted her figure, and without a bra, it felt like the fabric was doing nothing to keep her decency intact. Her breasts, although not visibly exposed, were clearly outlined by the thin fabric. There was no way to hide it, not unless she went to extreme lengths.

But the worst part was the realization that, unless someone looked directly at her or the light hit just right, her body wasn’t exactly visible. It wasn’t the complete, mortifying exposure she’d feared; it was more of a quiet, subtle vulnerability that made her feel like she was wearing a cloak of shame that no one else could see. But she could feel it.

She felt every inch of it. The dampness of the fabric, the coolness of her bare feet, and the awkwardness of her movements as she shifted in her seat, trying to adjust.

Kelsey’s mind was torn from her discomfort by the sound of someone shifting in their seat. Suddenly a head popped out from the back of the seat ahead of her.

Hannah leaned in, her eyes glinting with a teasing edge as she swiped through her phone. “Oh, Kelsey, you really outdid yourself today,” she said, her tone a bit sharper than usual. With a deliberate tilt of the screen, she revealed the offending social media post. A video capturing Kelsey in that disastrously awkward moment, stuck in the window.

The video was unflinching in its detail. It showed Kelsey’s pale, flushed butt cheeks, soft and slightly rounded, caught mid-struggle as she fought to pull herself free. Every desperate shift was immortalized; her cheeks jiggled uncontrollably, a stark display of vulnerability that the camera had betrayed. Even more humiliating was the accidental glimpse of her crotch, where a few stray pubic hairs had peeked through, adding an extra layer of mortification to the image.

Hannah’s smile was mischievous yet laced with a touch of mean-spiritedness as she remarked, “I can’t decide if you’re a walking disaster or a masterpiece of awkwardness. Honestly, that extra detail? It just seals the deal.” Her words stung, not out of cruelty but from a familiarity that came with long-standing friendship, a friendship that sometimes joked a bit too roughly.

Kelsey’s face burned red as she stared at the screen, her mind reeling with the memory of the moment and the unyielding humiliation it now represented. “Hannah… please,” she pleaded, her voice trembling between anger and embarrassment.

“Relax, I reported it the second I saw it,” Hannah said quickly, softening her tone just a fraction. Hannah’s grin widened as she leaned in, still riding the high of teasing Kelsey. “Since you’re already the star of the morning, how about a little encore?” she quipped, eyes glinting with mischief. “Come on, just a quick flash. Might as well embrace it at this point.”

Kelsey hesitated, her stomach twisting. The weight of her earlier humiliation still clung to her, but there was an odd sense of inevitability in Hannah’s teasing. With a reluctant exhale, she glanced around, then lifted her dress just enough to give Hannah a fleeting glimpse.

As the fabric rose, Hannah's eyes locked onto the exposed skin, drinking in the sight of Kelsey's bare crotch. The pale skin of her thighs and pubic area was smooth and unblemished, with a sparse sprinkling of fine, dark hairs that curled slightly at the edges. The lips of her vulva were visible, slightly parted and glistening with a hint of moisture, as if she was already aroused by the situation. A few stray pubic hairs escaped the edges of her lips, sticking out in every direction like tiny, dark antennae.

The moment Hannah saw the bare skin, her playful smirk faltered for a split second before her eyes went wide. “Oh my god,” she gasped, before breaking into laughter. “You’re not wearing any panties? Kelsey!” Her voice was a mix of surprise and delight, as if she had just uncovered the most scandalous secret of the year. She leaned in closer, her eyes fixed on the exposed crotch, taking in every detail. The sight seemed to mesmerize her, and she couldn't look away, her gaze drinking in the intimacy of the moment.

Kelsey’s face burned hotter. “I didn’t exactly have time to double check that if I was wearing them after…” she started, only for Hannah to cut her off with a dramatic shake of her head.

“This just keeps getting better,” Hannah said, clearly enjoying herself. “First, you give the neighborhood a show, and now this? What, did you wake up today and decide modesty was optional?”

Kelsey groaned, tugging her dress back down and burying her face in her hands. “Can we please never speak of this again?”

Hannah chuckled, still grinning. “Oh, we’re absolutely speaking of this again. This is legendary.” But then, seeing Kelsey’s genuine embarrassment, she nudged her lightly with her foot. “Relax, I won’t tell anyone. But damn, Kelsey. You really know how to make an impression.”

Despite herself, Kelsey let out a weak, reluctant laugh, shaking her head. “I hate you.”

“Nah, you love me,” Hannah shot back, still grinning. “Almost as much as you apparently love running around commando.”

As the bus rumbled to a stop, Kelsey exhaled slowly, desperate to escape this morning’s endless humiliation. She just had to get off the bus and pretend none of this ever happened. Maybe, if she moved fast enough, Hannah wouldn’t get the chance to make things worse.

Unfortunately, Hannah always found a way.

As they stood up, waiting for the last few students to shuffle off ahead of them, Hannah nudged Kelsey with a smirk. “You know,” she mused, “with how much you’re enjoying this whole ‘no panties’ thing, I’m starting to think this was on purpose.”

Kelsey shot her a glare. “Oh, shut up.”

Hannah just grinned. “I mean, you’ve been flashing me all morning. Would it kill you to..”

Before Kelsey could react, Hannah’s fingers darted forward, grabbing the hem of her dress and flipping it up in one quick motion.

A startled yelp tore from Kelsey’s throat as cool air hit her bare backside. She twisted, slapping her hands down to yank the fabric back into place, heart pounding in her chest.

“HANNAH!” she shrieked, face flaming.

Hannah burst into laughter, completely unrepentant. “Oh my god,” she gasped between giggles, clutching her stomach. “I barely even lifted it! But wow, Kels, you really are embracing the free-spirited life today!”

Kelsey scowled, gripping her dress tightly as if that alone could protect her from any further humiliation. “I swear to God, if you ever do that again…”

“Well, damn,” a deep voice drawled from the front of the bus.

Kelsey froze.

The bus driver.

She had completely forgotten he was still there.

He peered at them through the rearview mirror, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Didn’t expect a peep show on my morning route.”

Hannah let out a high-pitched wheeze before doubling over in laughter, nearly collapsing against the seat.

“Oh my god,” she howled, barely able to breathe. “Kelsey, he saw! The bus driver saw!”

Kelsey clapped her hands over her face, groaning so loudly it could’ve passed for a death rattle.

“I really hate you,” she muttered, voice muffled by her palms.

The bus driver chuckled, clearly amused but unfazed. “Y’all gotta warn a man before puttin’ on a show like that,” he said, shaking his head. “Damn near drove off the road.”

Kelsey let out a strangled noise of despair before grabbing Hannah’s arm and practically shoving her toward the door, desperate to escape.

As they stepped onto the sidewalk, Hannah was still doubled over, laughing so hard she could barely walk straight.

“This is the best morning ever,” she sighed happily.

Kelsey shot her a glare, tugging the hem of her dress as low as it could go. “For you, maybe.”

“Oh, definitely for me,” Hannah grinned. “But hey, at least the bus driver’s got a hell of a story now.”

Kelsey groaned louder. She was never riding the bus again.

Nice job. Next, the dress somehow comes off in class.

Here is the next part of the story. I hope you like it.


The cold air bit at Kelsey’s bare skin as she walked into the school building, every step feeling like it echoed through her bones. The streets felt like they were staring at her, the world holding its breath in judgment, waiting for her to trip, waiting for her to break. She tried to push the humiliation down, but it was like a heavy weight, always pressing against her chest, suffocating her with each passing second.

The laughter, the teasing, the cruel jokes from the moment she’d stepped out of her house. Those voices followed her, always just behind her, always too close. The shame felt like it was crawling up her skin, and no matter how fast she walked, it never seemed to fade. She had no choice but to keep moving.

Kelsey’s destination was clear: the lost and found. An easy escape, a temporary refuge from the sharp stares she felt burning holes into her back. Her feet were sore from walking barefoot through the rough pavement, each step like a reminder of just how exposed she was, just how little she had control over what was happening to her.

She pushed the door open, wincing as the cool air kissed her sore feet. It wasn’t much, but she needed something, anything, to cover them. She sifted through the pile of shoes in the lost and found, eyes flicking over the mismatched assortment. A pair of sandals caught her attention. They were simple, beige, and mostly unscathed. They would do.

Kelsey slipped them on quickly, grateful for the small comfort, even if it wasn’t nearly enough to calm the storm churning in her chest. The silence of the lost and found room did little to quiet her mind. But at least here, she could have a moment to breathe.

Once she was done, she made her way to homeroom, hoping she could at least make it through the morning without anything else going wrong. But as she walked down the hallway, she knew she was fooling herself. Her mind buzzed with the sound of snickering whispers. The eyes, the stares, were everywhere.

As she entered the classroom, a few girls shot her curious looks, their eyes glinting with something between amusement and cruelty. She tried to ignore them, slipping into an empty seat at the back of the room and sinking low in her chair, hoping to go unnoticed.

Then the bell rang, signaling the start of homeroom, and the familiar crackle of the intercom cut through the silence. Kelsey froze. She knew exactly who it was.

“Good morning, students,” Jake’s voice boomed over the loudspeaker. His tone was casual, but there was something darkly mischievous about it. “Let’s get this day started with something interesting, shall we?”

Kelsey’s stomach dropped. No. It couldn’t be.

“Now, some of you might have already seen the video that’s been going around,” Jake continued, his voice full of amusement. “But for those who haven’t, I’m about to give you a treat.”

Kelsey’s heart pounded in her chest as she slowly turned toward the front. A few people in the room were already snickering, whispering to each other. The projector clicked on, and Kelsey knew, she knew what was coming.

The video began to play, and the room erupted in laughter almost immediately. Kelsey watched in horror as her own image filled the screen, showing her running naked towards the window. Her breasts bounced with each step, and her long hair flew behind her like a wild mane. She was completely naked, with no clothing to cover her body. Her skin glistened with water droplets, and her hair was slick with moisture, as if she had just stepped out of the shower. Water trickled down her legs, creating a tiny rivulet that ran down her thighs and onto the floor.

As she reached the window, she tried to climb in, but the window slammed onto her back, trapping her. She struggled to free herself, but the more she wriggled, the more stuck she became. The camera zoomed in on her lower body, showing her entire girlhood as she struggled. Her vulva and labia were fully visible, and her thighs were spread apart, revealing the tender skin of her inner legs. Her buttocks were rounded and smooth, with a slight curve where they met her thighs. The camera lingered on her anus, making it look like a small, tight circle. The water on her skin made her look even more vulnerable, and the way it dripped down her legs created a sense of intimacy that made Kelsey's face burn with shame.

The room was in hysterics, with people laughing and pointing at the screen. Kelsey's face burned with shame as she realized that everyone was seeing her in her most vulnerable state. She felt like she was going to die from embarrassment. The video seemed to go on forever, with her struggling to free herself from the curtains. Finally, she managed to untangle herself and stumble away from the window, but the damage was done. The room was still laughing, and Kelsey just wanted to disappear.

The video was crystal clear, with no blurring or hesitation, making it feel like the entire school was getting an intimate and unflinching view of her humiliation. Every inch of her skin, from the soft folds of her vulva to the gentle curves of her buttocks, was visible for all to see. The way the light reflected off her skin made it look smooth and slightly shiny, she was still wet from the shower.

She felt her face flush with heat, her body stiffening as if she could somehow shrink into the seat. Her eyes darted around the room, but everyone was watching the screen, laughing, pointing, and whispering, their faces filled with a mix of amusement and shock. The explicitness of the video made her feel like she was on display, like a specimen in a laboratory, with everyone scrutinizing her most private parts.

“Oh my god, Kelsey,” Jake’s voice rang out, louder than it had been before. “You really put on a show for everyone, didn’t you? Not sure if I should be impressed or… well, horrified.”

The laughter only grew louder, and Kelsey felt it like an assault. Her breath became shallow, her chest tightening as if the very air had become heavier. Her hands clenched the edge of the desk, trying to steady herself. It didn’t work. She could feel every eye on her, every whispered joke and every pointed finger. She was no longer the girl who made a mistake; she was the joke.

The projector clicked off, but the laughter didn’t stop. It filled the room, ringing in her ears, drowning her.

Jake’s voice came through the loudspeaker again, a mocking tone in every word. “We’ve all seen it, Kels. Guess you won’t have to worry about being noticed anymore.” He chuckled as if it were all some big joke. “Can’t say we didn’t get a good look at you, though.”

Kelsey wanted to disappear. Now, it was all fresh again. The classmates who hadn’t seen it in person all got a brand-new look at her worst moment. Whispers spread like wildfire, eyes darting toward her the moment she entered the room. Some of them ogled her, like she was sitting there naked in front of them. They had no idea that the only thing between her and complete exposure was the flimsy dress she had thrown on in a rush.

A sharp laugh cut through the murmurs.

“Damn, Kelsey, you really gave the whole school a free show of your pussy and ass,” a boy snickered from the back. “I mean, we've all seen some wild shit, but that was something else. You're like a porn star or something.”

“Oh, please,” a girl added with a smirk. “Like there was anything impressive to see. I mean, your tits are pretty small, and your ass is just... basic.”

Kelsey clenched her jaw, her face burning as the room erupted in giggles.

“Seriously though, what were you thinking?” another voice chimed in, dripping with mockery. “Were you just trying to show off your bush or did you get stuck on purpose? ‘Cause that was some real premium entertainment. I mean, I've never seen anyone's vagina that closely before.”

“She didn’t get stuck on purpose,” another girl scoffed. “I mean, come on—who would want to be known as the girl with her bare ass and cunt hanging out of a window for everyone to see? That's just disgusting.”

“Better question,” a boy added loudly, “who lets themselves be seen like that without at least, you know... shaving their pubes first? You looked like a wild animal or something.”

A wave of laughter followed, and Kelsey’s stomach twisted. She dug her nails into her palm, keeping her head down.

“Hey, guys, maybe chill out,” a softer voice piped up near the front. “It’s not like she did it on purpose.”

“Oh, sure,” a girl muttered. “She just happened to land spread-eagle in front of a whole crowd with her legs wide open. Totally accidental. I bet she was just begging to be fucked like that.”

“If I were her, I wouldn’t have even shown up today,” someone whispered, not nearly quiet enough. “I mean, who wants to be known as the school slut? She's just asking to be raped or something.”

Kelsey swallowed hard. She could feel her pulse in her throat, her breathing uneven. The walls of the room felt like they were closing in, her body hot with shame. She just had to get through the day.

When the bell finally rang, Kelsey’s heart pounded as she approached the classroom. There, leaning against the doorway like she’d been waiting for this moment, was Hannah.

The second Kelsey stepped closer, Hannah hooked an arm around her shoulders and pulled her aside. Her voice was gentle but edged with forced humor.

When the bell finally rang, Kelsey’s heart pounded as she approached the classroom. There, leaning against the doorway like she’d been waiting for this moment, was Hannah.

The second Kelsey stepped closer, Hannah hooked an arm around her shoulders and pulled her aside. Her voice was gentle but edged with forced humor.

“Hey, Kelsey,” she said, her grip firm as if keeping Kelsey from bolting. “I know those idiots were brutal, but look. You've really made an impression today. I mean, I don’t think I’ve ever seen the school that hyped for morning announcements.”

Kelsey flinched, her face burning with shame. The weight of the morning pressed down on her all over again, and she could still hear the room’s reaction, the gasps, the snickers, the full-on laughter from some corners of the classroom. She felt like she was going to throw up.

She shifted uncomfortably, painfully aware of how the too-small dress clung to her body like a second skin. The hem was so short it barely covered her pussy, and every step made her hyper-aware of just how much of her thighs she was showing. The thin fabric strained across her chest, the neckline dipping low enough to expose the tops of her breasts. Her nipples poked against the material, making her feel like she was on display. And with every step, the dress threatened to ride up higher, making her press her arms stiffly at her sides in an effort to keep it down and prevent another humiliating flash of her bare ass.

Hannah winced. “Sorry, too soon?”

Kelsey didn’t answer. She clenched her fingers into the hem of the dress, gripping it like a lifeline, her knuckles white with the effort to keep it in place. The thought of another accidental flash, even for a second, made her stomach churn with anxiety. She felt like she was walking around in a state of near-nudity, with everyone's eyes on her, and it was making her skin crawl.

“I mean, some people dream about going viral,” Hannah continued, clearly trying to lift the mood, “just… not quite like this.”

Kelsey’s face burned with embarrassment. “Hannah, shut up,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Hannah sighed. “Okay, yeah, not helping.” She squeezed Kelsey’s shoulder. “But seriously, Kels, by the end of the week, everyone will have moved on. We both know how this school works. Someone’s gonna fall down the stairs or start a dumb fight in the cafeteria, and boom, you’re old news.”

Kelsey swallowed. The thought was comforting, but right now, it felt impossible.

“Meet me in the gym at lunch, okay? It’s always empty. We’ll figure out a game plan. Maybe even a way to rebrand you. ‘The Girl Who Bared It All.’ Or wait, I got it! ‘Full-Frontal Fame.’ Kels, you didn’t just streak into infamy, you practically gave a TED Talk on anatomy.”

Kelsey swallowed, feeling a lump form in her throat. The thought was comforting, but right now, it felt impossible. She just wanted to disappear, to crawl under a rock and hide from the world. But Hannah was right—she had to get through this somehow. And for now, that meant getting to lunch in one piece, without flashing anyone else.

With a shaky nod, she whispered, "Okay. I'll meet you there." Kelsey tried to erase the morning's debacle from her mind, but every time she closed her eyes, the image of herself splayed out on the screen like a specimen in a biology lab flashed back. She relived the horror of her naked body, her breasts bouncing with each step, her thighs spread apart, and her most intimate parts on full display. The memory of her vulva, slick with moisture, twitching and jiggling with each awkward movement, made her face burn with shame. She couldn't shake the thought that everyone who had seen the video would now carry that searing, humiliating image of her in their minds, forever associating it with her name and face.

Good chapter. A question though: Who exactly is Jake and why is he on the intercom? Is he the student body president or something, and that's why he's doing the morning announcements? I ask because I don't know why a random student would be doing the announcements, and Jake's behavior here certainly doesn't make me think that he's the principal or any staff member. Also, you would think that some staff member or another would have a problem with Jake showing such a video to the whole school.