Before the professor had a chance to say anything, Cynthia bolted out of the room. She should have been a lot more careful because as she exited, her trench coat got caught in the main entrance doors, and she flew out of it into the lobby.
Her thoughts immediately led to think about how fast it got cold, and why her arms and knees hurt so much. A quick investigation sends her to the realization that she flew out of her trench coat rushing out of the lecture hall. Turning around, Cynthia released a sigh of relief. Her trench coat was only stretched out a little bit and it was outside of the lecture hall.
Reattaching her only form of real clothing Cynthia begins the task of making it to the laundry room with no issues, retrieving her supplies, and coming back to the lecture. Cynthia couldn't afford to miss this lecture for she was doing poorly in her classes and if she failed them she would have had wasted money.
Cynthia eyeballed the hallway, noticing her only two exits, the shaky elevator, and the vandalized staircase. Seeing that the elevator would be fast, safe, and closer, Cynthia decided to go to the elevator and make her return to class within 5 minutes. As she walked by, she noticed that whenever someone laid eyes upon her, they would stare at her until she walked around a corner or out of their vision. Cynthia did not notice how she ripped her trench coat, revealing her left bra cup, and the back of her panties to the world.
Except being a little shaken from the stares, Cynthia made it to her elevator unscathed. However, Cynthia's condition could not speak for her trench coat, for it had frayed while she made her walk to the elevator. As the doors closed and she put in the level for the laundry room, she looked at the reflective metal of the elevator doors and her heart sunk. Cynthia released a quiet shriek as she realized why so many people were staring at her, she was revealing her underwear to the world. In her surprise she jumped back into the wall, and this sudden burst of movement sent her out of the trench coat.
The second the coat hit the floor, the elevator doors opened. Diving to the ground as fast as she could to cover herself, Cynthia tried to avoid exposing herself to anyone. A quick turn of her head notified her that no one was there so she could get up. Taking too much time, Cynthia barely made it out of the elevator before the doors closed. The trench coat. It tugged on her. It pulled her up. As she was lifted into the air, the old trench coat tore into several pieces, causing Cynthia to lose her only form of decency.
A quick sprint to the laundry room, and Cynthia was safe. She immediately checked the washers and dryers containing her clothing, which were half way finished with the loads. Cynthia could wait until they finished and put some clothes on and return. So Cynthia got ready to wait. Almost dozing off, Cynthia's peaceful moment was instantly ruined by the noise of the door to the laundry room opening. Without any thought...
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