The Teaching Assistant, Part 52

Amelia reluctantly undid the bra, but was quick to hold the cups to her chest the moment they were loosened. The plain cotton felt noticeably different from the expensive material and cut of her usual lingerie; still, she’d take just about anything over being totally bare above the waist while outside.

She so badly wanted to say something in her defense. However, standing up for herself in a schoolgirl uniform had been difficult enough already; Amelia didn’t stand a chance when she was practically naked. And as long as these two ringleader girls believed she was a classmate, this hazing session was going to happen whether she liked it or not. Especially now that her clothes had been taken from her.

Quickly coming to the same conclusion as usual, that she was better off going along with all of this in order to keep as much of it as possible on her own terms, Amelia slipped both straps off her shoulders with a single hand. She knew she only had so long before the murmurs and giggles behind her turned into something a bit more demanding. With that in mind, she allowed gravity to do the rest of the work.

Catching the bra halfway down while wrapping her other arm around her now bare chest, Amelia blushed and hesitantly turned back towards the small crowd of girls. Summer was unexpectedly close. The young blonde must have padded over when Amelia was facing the other way. “I’ll take that,” Summer said. Pulling the training bra from Amelia’s fingers, she stepped back and said, “Okay, then. Get going, Millie. If you’re not running in, let’s say . . . ten seconds? Yeah, ten seconds, then you’re going to have to forfeit something else.”

“Ten . . . ” Irene started counting.

She didn’t even need to make it to nine.

Determined to get this mortifying ordeal over with before Summer and Irene made it worse, even if that meant running across the nearby field in nothing but her underwear, Amelia turned and started lightly jogging in order to follow through on the mortifying penalty. It was better than sticking around and potentially losing her last shred of clothing.

Leaving the girls behind, but also abandoning her clothes at the same time, Amelia trained her eyes on the wrought iron fence ahead of her.

She could only progress so efficiently without a bra. Holding her breasts in place with crossed arms, doing her best to both cover them and keep them from uncomfortably bouncing on her chest–even smaller boobs needed support when it came to physical activities such as running–Amelia put as much distance as she could between herself and the others.

Had anyone taken any pictures over the last few minutes? Now that she had a little headspace to think beyond the act of stripping itself, Amelia couldn’t help but wonder about that possibility. She hadn’t seen anyone with a phone out, probably because the athletic uniforms didn’t really have pockets or anything for such devices. Hopefully all the phones were stashed away in lockers. Of course, Amelia couldn’t be sure, and it’s not like she had been carefully watching each girl the whole time.

All she could do now was keep her eyes on the prize. Logically, Amelia knew it was pointless to stress about things out of her control. Right now, she had to climb the fence before her and retrieve whatever purple flower Irene had mentioned. If there were blackmail pictures, or if her ‘classmates’ scattered with her clothes, Amelia would just have to deal with those problems as they came. Easy in theory, yet tough to shake such daunting projections at the same time.

Although . . . she almost wanted the girls to run away and leave her stranded. At least then, she could maybe sort her situation out with someone who would be more inclined to help her. An academy girl like Piper, or even a prefect who would hopefully take Amelia’s side if she could spin things in a way that didn’t make this look like she was an active participant in her nudity. Even if she was currently streaking and had technically stripped herself.

At long last, Amelia reached the edge of the field. The fence was a lot taller than she anticipated, with brick pillars here and there that matched the aesthetic of the campus’s buildings. She looked left and right for security cameras. Amelia didn’t love the thought of baring her breasts to some video feed that could be played back. However, there was absolutely no way she’d be able to climb one handed. After confirming there were no cameras in sight, not that it guaranteed there wouldn’t any hidden ones for the sake of keeping tabs on troublesome girls who had been shipped off to Westridge–transfer students like herself, for example, thanks to the altered form Ashley had submitted–Amelia hesitantly bared her chest to the outdoors in order to grip the metal before her.

It didn’t matter that there was no one else around to see. The second she felt the late morning breeze brushing against her bare breasts, Amelia gasped and felt a deep blush appear on her face. She had never done anything like this, ever. She was a rule follower. A straight-A student. Amelia wouldn’t consider herself a suck up, though she also wasn’t the type to remotely color outside the lines. Half tempted to cover herself up again, Amelia resisted the urge and tentatively stepped forward. Taking a deep breath, she mentally prepared herself to climb.

The ascent was anything but graceful. Just like how sports had never been her thing, Amelia had never really been the outdoorsy type. She had witnessed countless neighborhood friends climbing trees and hopping fences throughout her childhood, and had always been content to watch or walk around. Thankfully, she was still wearing shoes. The flats hadn’t been the best for volleyball, or for jogging across a field, but they were better than being barefoot when it came to bracing her weight. Her upper body strength was almost nonexistent, so she heavily relied on her legs and the proper balance and leverage to hoist herself upwards.

Being careful with both her boobs and her most private area as she neared the top, Amelia shifted herself to the opposite side of the fence while crossing a single arm over her chest once she was sure that her other three limbs were enough to mitigate any falling risk. Daring a look back towards the gymnasium from her vantage point, she could see that the girls were still where they were before, no doubt enjoying the show. That was exactly why she made sure to cover herself before turning her body around.

The way down was much simpler. With just the one arm, as now she knew that she had to protect her modesty from those with good eyes, Amelia lowered herself and dropped the last few feet to the ground below.

Ironic, that ‘escaping’ from the academy came in this form. Amelia obviously wasn’t really free, considering there was very little she could do without her possessions that were arguably more important than clothes–her keys, phone, and wallet were still a priority; especially the latter two.

Before she could start looking around for the flower required for the completion of her penalty, Amelia heard a nearby voice calling towards her.

“What do you think you’re doing, young lady?”