Kelsey's anger at Nikki's sadistic game started to get the better of her. She decided to give up her underwear as a lost cause and try and survive the rest of the day with what she had.
Kelsey was still angry at Nikki as she exited the classroom head down and walked briskly towards her next class, plotting a hundred unrealistic revenge schemes as she went. In her private rage she rounded a corner to quickly and slammed into a male figure walking the other way. The shock turned her anger into embarrassment and she instantly looked up to apologize but when she saw Nikki's accomplice standing there her anger merely increased another notch.
Brandon stood there, looking stunned and apologetic.
"Sorry." He said. "I didn't see- Oh hi again Kelsey. Listen, I've just found out I've got my little brother to watch on Saturday, would it be ok for you to come round to my place?"
Kelsey took a moment to react, taken aback by the question, but when she did she regained her anger. "Why would you want to meet me at all? You already did your bit for Nikki's prank!"
Brandon look confused. "What do you mean? I haven't pulled any prank."
"Well Nikki seemed pretty convinced that you were only talking to me to make a distraction for her."
Realisation dawned on Brandon. "Oh Crap." He muttered to himself, then looking back to Kelsey "I'm really sorry. I promise I wasn't part of any plan of Nikki's but it's my fault she did this to you." Brandon eyed Kelsey up and down. "What DID she do to you?"
Kelsey blushes at the question, then quickly folds her arms and waves the question away. "What I want to know is what did you do to make her hate me so much?"
"Nothing! It's just, I'd heard you were the best history student in school so I asked Nikki if she knew you. And, well..."
Kelsey was getting impatient with Brandon for drawing this out even if he did find it embarrassing. "What?" she exclaimed, trying to force an answer from him. "I've got the right to know why I'm being put through this?"
As Kelsey was speaking, she was removing her backpack, which was starting to cut into her shoulders, and swinging it down to sit by her feet. The act of doing this strained on the fabric of Kelsey's remaining clothes. Had they been everyday clothes, the seams would have survived but Kelsey's clothes were specially prepared, thanks to the alterations made by Nikki when she got near Kelsey with her scissors. The extra slits she had cut secretly in Kelsey's skirt and top, meant that every bit of pressure Kelsey put on the clothes brought them steadily closer to falling apart and the extra cuts that Kelsey had made herself on Nikki's instructions certainly hadn't helped matters.
All of this came to a head as the small pressure of Kelsey’s movements proved too much for her remaining clothes. As Kelsey’s bag touched the floor, her skirt and top followed suit, leaving her standing in front of Brandon wearing nothing but her socks and sneakers.
Kelsey was shocked and instantly wrapped one arm around herself to cover her breasts and picked her bag back up with the other to hold it in front of her pussy. Brandon was shocked by her sudden transformation and seemed to be frozen on the spot by the sight of her naked curves. He could see the an unbroken line of bare skin that ran up her legs, round her hips which her bag wasn’t quite big enough to hide, continuing up her slender torso and over her shoulders. It was then, as Brandon was about to looking at her face to complete the vision before him that he saw the look embarrassment in her eyes.
“Stop looking!” Kelsey hissed at him, not wanting to raise her voice and attract attention.
“Sorry!” Brandon said, snapping himself out of it. He wrestled with his sense of chivalry long enough to do the right thing, took off his jacket and wrapped it around Kelsey’s shoulders. He then ushered her towards the nearest empty classroom while he picked up the remains of her clothes and followed her inside.
As Brandon entered the classroom he saw Kelsey with her back to him, trying to get her arms through the sleeves of his jacket without taking it off. It was big on her and covered her all the way down to the top of her thighs but her movements were causing the material to shift. As it did Brandon caught a brief glimpse of the lower curves of her bottom. Forcing himself to look away before he saw anymore, he went over to a table where he placed the remains of Kelsey’s clothes.
Once Kelsey had Brandon’s jacket on properly, she zipped it up and turned to face him.
“Thank you.” She said sheepishly, her temper from before giving way to the shock of what had happened.
“It’s ok” Brandon replied, still not looking at her. “But I don’t think your clothes are wearable anymore. What should we do?”
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