Yes, something was most definitely wrong. Yumi looked around at her classmates as their normally cold and professional instructor ordered her to strip. Why wasn't anyone else shocked? Half the class were eyeing her with that same lusty expression themselves. Ayame, the prim, proper and enthusiastically conservative girl who sat next to her should have been protesting the obvious implications of the teacher's threats but instead she was glowering up at Yumiko with a look that told of envy rather than outrage.<br/><br/>"I....ah, I'm sorry. In my rush it seems I've left my notebook in my locker!" she said, slowly backing towards the door. "I...I'll do as you say as soon as I get back sir!"<br/><br/>Clutching her books to her chest she turned and fled the room, running down a few halls at random. Stopping to catch her breath, she strained to listen for any approaching footfalls. A hundred possibilities raced through her mind to try and explain her class's strange behavior - government mind control experiments, some sort of biological weapon that drove your libido mad - but they were all absurd. Maybe it was just ruse to try and frighten her out of further tardiness, though it seemed unlikely as she was rarely late for class. Curiously she crossed the hall and peered into the nearest classroom.