Finally, after the entire period of struggling, you managed to peel off the back of the dress. Some of its dye soaked into you from the pressure, having made your mostly blackened body, totally black. you hit the cold tile floor facing the ceiling as Miss Hamlet reached up and grabbed her dress from above you. She hadn't noticed the flat black shape next to her heels. try as you might, your body was reluctant to reform after being so very crushed for so long.
Miss Hamlet got dressed towering over your flattened form never once noticing the helpless two dimentional sutdent, not even when she slipped her feet back into her heels and walked off. Moments later the class arrived and the room was filled with loud, chattering girls stomping around stripping out of their gym clothes. suddenly a hand reached down and lifted you up. "hey whats this?" asked a girl you recognised as Amy, one of the girls from the year below you. she always seemed sweet and curious but not too observant to go with her curiosity.
a couple of girls glanced over and poked at you, curious what the black shape was. Amy began to pinch you with both hands and stretched a bit, "ooh it stretches" she said instantly interested with you more. Of course you were less thrilled by her discovery as no one seemed to guess this moldable little thing was the squishy girl from the year above. The girls began passing you round, stretching and squishing you between their fingers, laughing about how "gooey" you were. When you got passed back to Amy she grinned and stretched you out and wrapped you around her chest. "hey look, it makes a cute wrap around top!" she said bouncing and watching how well you held her breasts in place. Mentally groaning, you felt your body wrapped around her warm, still slightly sweaty from the gym class, hugging her like a wrap around top would cling to her.
Amy grinned "seems a good place to keep it" she said and pulled her top down over you, masking you from the world as she finished getting dressed as the other girls went back to their own dressing. you silently cried wrapped around Amy's chest realising this terrible day was no where near over for you. Amy grabbed her bag and slung it over her shoulder as she headed out into the hall to go to her next class, enjoying the feeling of whatever it was hugging her body.
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