Dawn was still deciding where to begin her mischief while sitting in the class room before math class on Tuesday. As she was sitting there, Monica, one of the more popular girls in her grade, walked in and sat in the desk next to her, as usual. Monica was a thin girl with a beautiful face and long blonde hair. Today she was wearing a relatively tight white sweater, pink skirt that went just above her knees, and knee-high white socks. Dawn had an intense dislike for Monica, though it was nothing personal really. Because of her looks, she was thought of very highly by most of the boys at school, and seemed to fit right in with the clicky, preppy crowd at school. Although they had never had any personal encounters themselves, Dawn saw Monica as symbolic of the type of the girls that she hated.
As Monica sat in her desk and class began, the idea of humiliating her immediately entered Dawn's mind, but she was still unsure how this was going to happen. As the class went on, Dawn paid close attention to Monica as she tried to think about her plan. As she looked over at Monica a few times, she noticed something. Everytime that Monica's sweater rode up even the slightest bit, she quickly yanked it down and subtley looked around her to see if anyone was watching her. Dawn thought this rather unusual. Monica wasn't considered to be a slut or anything, but Dawn had definitely seen her thong accidentally ride up a couple times under her jeans and it took her a little while to realize and cover up. Why did Monica seem so worried about anything showing today?
As per usual at the end of class, the teacher randomly called on several people to go up to the blackboard to work on problems related to the day's lesson. Several people were called, and Dawn figured that class was just about over, and she would have to wait another day to embarrass Monica. By a stroke of luck, however, Monica was called on to go up to the board to work on the last problem. She had been standing at the board with her back to the class for about a minute when Dawn decided to take action. She began to mutter a few words under her breath, and the zipper on the back of Monica's skirt slowly began to come undone. Other than a couple of guys who were just taking the opportunity to stare at Monica's ass, not many people were paying attention to the blackboard, so nobody noticed this until Monica reached back and attempted, but failed to pull the zipper up. A couple people in the class chuckled at this. Dawn was far from done, however. Seeing Monica was visibly distressed, she muttered a few more words, and the back of Monica's skirt appeared that it was blown up by the wind, though they were inside. This drew some laughter and wolf whistles from the class, and Monica could feel herself blushing. Fortunatley for her, however, her reflexes were fast enough to pull the skirt down before anyone saw anything but a glimmer of her hot pink underwear. Dawn was loving this, but she knew that the end of the class was near, so she went in for the kill. Just as Monica was finishing up her work, her skirt came completely undone, leaving her in just her sweater, socks, and panties. As the class erupted into laughter, Dawn now realized why Monica had desperately tried to cover up. As soon as her skirt fell, Monica's hands shot to cover her butt, but it wasn't enough to cover what was written in large writing: "I'm a Princess"
Monica's face was bright red as the class continued to laugh and wolf whistle. She turned around to pick up her skirt, and by doing so exposed perhaps the most embarrassing part of her underwear, picture of Cinderella on the front of her panties. This drew even more laugher from the class, as the red-faced hottie attempted to regain what little dignity she had left.