High School Girl Strips Naked in Class

Cruel Prank Caused Me to Strip in Class

This happened during my senior year in high school, a few months before graduation in 2004. It wasn't something I planned exactly; just a really bad prank that came at my expense and modesty.

I had already been the butt of many jokes and teased for months after nude pics of me and two close girlfriends got passed around our campus by some jerks who hated us. It also didn't help that I had acquired a certain reputation over the years during high school because of the bragging ex-boyfriends of mine did around school after I had slept with them, including being caught naked having sex in the backseat of my then-boyfriend's car while a basketball game was going on at another high school, nor that I was fairly outspoken and didn't take kindly to guys who put their uninvited hands where I didn't want them. Suffice it to say that, even after the jerks who had embarrassed me earlier had transferred out mid-term, there were still enough guys around campus who not only enjoyed that I had been humiliated but thought having my nude pics passed around hadn't shamed me enough.

Having failed chemistry a year earlier, I was repeating it in my last semester of high school. Several friends of the jerks who had humiliated me the previous fall were in my class. A majority of the 20+ students in class were juniors, with a couple of sophomores; maybe about 8 or 9 of us were seniors. None of my friends from my senior class were in this class and I didn't really know the sophomores or juniors too well, other than basically their names. A few of them had teased me that I was repeating chemistry; it hadn't helped that a year earlier I had called one of the sophomores a "dumb frosh". The class was about split between the sexes, our professor was a male in his late 50s.

That mid-April day was a class experiment lab day. For whatever reason, the professor had left the class for a few minutes. He had a habit of sneaking out of class for five minutes or so practically every class for a smoke. Everyone knew it; it was sort of an open secret. The guys who pranked me were ready when he did. The lab day was dealing with corrosive acids on metals and when one of the 11th grade girls called me over to one of the lab tables to look at what two of the senior guys were doing. There was a thin piece of corroded metal sitting on the table next to their flasks. Then, before I knew what was happening, the two jerks had ''accidentally'' tipped over and split the contents of the smoky-acid all over the front of my clothes. (I found out later they had used dry ice, among other things, to create that illusion).

The girl started screaming, then the two guys, that the acid would eat my skin right through my clothes. All three of them were yelling, "Quick, take it off, take off your clothes! ... Take everything off."

I was horrified and started screaming myself as I quickly pulled my top up over my head and began scrambling to unbutton and unzip my jeans as fast as I could. As I stood in my bra and panties, one of the guys donned a pair of gloves as he picked up my top and then my jeans and took them outside the building (our science classrooms doorways all lead directly to the outside) to a trash can. Of course the other students started crowding around me and then the girl screamed, "Oh my god! It's on your bra and..."

I was too hysterical and scared to notice the grinning and giggling by those in on the prank and quickly reached around and undid my bra as the second guy in on the acid prank 'offered' to remove my panties. Just as I prepared to drop my bra, one of the 12th grade girls yelled at me to stop, that it was a prank. As I clutched onto my unsnapped bra just before I would have let it drop to the floor and with the guy stooped down in front of me with his hands on panties hesitating with my panties partially pulled down, revealing the top of my bush, I stood there with everyone starring at me unable to say or do anything - until the girl spoke up again.

"You guys said you were only going to trick her into stripping to her underwear," she continued.

Then there was more laughter around (about a half dozen students were on-the-know about the prank from the beginning) and I realized the girl was telling the truth. I then angrily slapped away the hands of the guy trying to pull down my panties, nearly dropping my bra in the process (I was told later that I had flashed a boob to everyone in the process; whether I was being teased about that I do not know) as I felt a half-wedgie coming on in the back, courtesy of the moron I had called a "dumb frosh" the year before. As I tried to hold back the swelling tears, I cautiously struggled to pull my panties back up to a more respectable position while holding onto my bra in front of me.

Just then our professor walked back in, spotted me surrounded by everyone and exclaimed, "What the fuck is going on here?"

One of the sophomores tried to blame me, saying, "Becky said she wanted everyone to see her naked."

After the laughter died down, the 11th grade girl spoke up and said that I mistakenly thought corrosive acid had been spilled on my clothes (leaving out the part that I was pranked into believing that.). Then, the first guy said it was true and ran outside quickly to the trash can and returned with the remains of my clothes in his gloved-hands. (I found out later the bastard had poured something over them in the trash can outside and lit them on fire briefly before dumping a bucket of dirt over them; the unwearable remains were also wet from a thunderstorm that had started moments afterwards.)

With some of the guys saying I needed to be decontaminated through a complete scrub down (and of course they were volunteering) and some of the girls, though laughing, saying there was no corrosive acid spilled on ne, the professor - thankfully by now fairly confident it was a prank - asked if I had any clothes in my locker. When I said I had a sweater in there just around the corner outside, he told me to go put in on and that I excused for the rest of class (the last period of the day). I ran outside, holding my chemistry book and notebook and my still unsnapped-bra in front of me, as I heard the giggles, cat-calls and whistling behind me.

As I turned the corner of the building, I spotted two guys from my senior class who I didn't much care for. It must have been their free period and they were hanging around by their lockers, which were right near mine!

Not wanting them to spot me undressed, I quickly thought of Plan B and ran off across the campus in the opposite direction towards my friend Libby's locker, knowing her combination and hoping she'd have a sweater or jacket in it. I tripped at one point, dropping my book and notebook and left them behind. I stopped a few times to avoid being seen as the downpour had now soaked my panties to a see-through state.

Plan C would be to run off and hide near her car in the parking lot and hope she'd get there quickly after class, though unlikely that was because her last class that day was on the opposite side of the campus. Plan C never materialized because just before I got to her locker, the last bell of the day rang and I quickly hide around a corner to avoid being spotted. Thankfully, that side of campus had few classes but as I prepared myself to make a dash for the parking lot one of the Spanish teachers, Ms. Delgado, spotted me from her classroom doorway and yelled out at me to stop where I was.

Shocked at my undressed state, she walked out of her classroom and started peppering me with questions: "What do you think you are doing? ... You're Becky Romero, aren't you? ... Where are your clothes?" etc., etc., etc.

After I tried to explain to her what had happened, she said I'd have to be taken to the assistant principal's office (a man, which would be all the more embarrassing). Asking me my friend's locker combination she told me to wait inside her classroom and she'd first retrieve whatever clothes she could find in the locker.

When I walked around the doorway into her classroom, I found about eight or nine pairs of eyes bugging out at me. Ms. Delgado was teaching Spanish 1 that period and in her classroom were 14-year old, 9th graders, about half guys, half girls, who were staying after class for some extra work or tutoring.

Naturally, the hoots and whistling started anew and I cringed in a front corner with my back towards them. Ms. Delgado heard the racket and walked back in saying, "Ms. Romero here seems to have had some sort of problem with her clothing - again. Just leave her alone and I'll be back in a few minutes."

The "again" remark hurt, as it indicated she likely knew all about or had maybe even seen my nude pics from earlier in the school year.

Of course they didn't leave me alone, laughing and whistling and yelling out questions. After a minute or two, one brash jerk, a 14-year old freshman, got up out of his seat and walked up behind me, slipping his hands around me as I sobbed, feeling me up. When a couple of the girls in class yelled at him to leave me alone, he remarked, "What for? Isn't this the school slut?"

As I held my still-off and soaked-thru bra up against my breasts, my face buried in the corner in shame, he then pulled back the back of my panties and then downward to more laughter and whistles and said, "Yeah, this is her. I recognize her bare ass from those pics."

I wanted to run. Some of my senior classmates, when they heard about what had happened, later wanted to know why didn't I. But knowing the campus was now full of students out from classes and on their way home, there was no way in hell that I was going to run out of the classroom now short of hearing a guy's zipper being pulled down. Plus, I thought for sure Ms. Delgado would be back any second.

But in the meantime, that freshman unleashed a stream of hurtful, hateful names, prefaced with the b, c and s words over and over before giving me a full wedgie. One of the teenage girls who had yelled at him earlier got up and walked over to us. Again, telling him to leave me alone, she pushed him aside and told him to go sit down. But not before he raised his right hand up in the air and then crashed it down onto my bare backside to more laughter from his friends.

He then moved aside, while she added, "You ain't deserve your own white girl bitch yet."

Placing her hands on my hips she turned me around to face the others, as I continued to hold my bra in front of me. Standing in front of me, she then proceeding to look me up and down, smirking at my embarrassment, before she reached up with her hands, touching my wet hair and began toying with it.

Softly blowing air at my lips then into one of my ears as she walked behind me, she then reached up with both her hands and, slowly but forcefully, pulled my hands and arms down and away from my bare breasts. As the others watched and hooted she then reached up, fondling both my breasts and then twisted my right nipple hard as I screamed silently with my mouth open in shock to more laughter, my arms still held behind me.

The African-American 9th grade girl continued fondling and squeezing my breasts and even gave her own impromptu Spanish lesson for the others at my expense while doing so, ''¿Tiene Leche?''

She then grabbed my other nipple and started twisting it, just as one of the guys yelled out from near the doorway, "She's coming." The girl, who I later found out was a sophmore and over two years younger than me, quickly ran to her seat.

After what seemed like a half-hour but was at most five or ten minutes, Ms. Delgado had returned with a sweater that I recognized as belonging to Libby, my friend. So she evidentially got Libby's locker opened. She then said she spoke to my chemistry teacher who confirmed what had happened and that I was free to go without a trip to the assistant principal's office. I thanked her as she handed me the sweater.

Standing in the front of the classroom and without being able to re-snap my bra without putting down the sweater, I elected to let my bra fall to the floor to put the sweater on as I faced Ms. Delgado, my back to the students. More whistling of course ensued with a few remarks like, "Oooo. She's flashing the teacher!"

Ms. Delgado merely smirked a bit as she looked at me, then stooped down in front of me, pausing for what seemed like a few unnecessary moments, then picked up my bra and handed it to me, grinning, as I pulled down and stretched the sweater as far down as I could. I then thanked her again and blushingly left her classroom to a howl of more whistles and cat-calls and ran off to where Libby's car was parked, hoping she hadn't left yet.

Thankfully, my other friend Lori showed up in the parking lot a few minutes later and I hopped into her car for a ride home. After I quickly explained to Lori what had happened, she grinned and then suggested that I "fix" the front of my panties. The twisted wedgie that teenage creep had given me had exposed my pubes and vulva. No wonder why Ms. Delgado was grinning at me when she stooped down.

I managed to avoid those 9th graders the rest of the school year, but I couldn't as easily avoid Ms. Delgado. I ran into her a few times between classes and, although she never said anything to me, she would grin at me enough so that I would blush.