Not well.

Laylah stared with horrified eyes as she held her cheeks apart wearing nothing but her red-rimed glasses a pair of shoes. She flushed bright red, inhaled deeply, and screamed, "FUCK!"

Releasing her plush buttocks at long last she scrambled around to find her clothes. The shorts she thought she wore that day were nowhere to be found, the grim truth being they were resting on top of her bed, nearly three miles away. She looked down and saw her panties, the poor garment in a bisected, useless tatter on the ground.

She looked to her side and saw the familiar baby blue of her sports bra lying on the floor. She dove dramatically to them, landing on her hands and knees and crawling to pick them up. Useless! The front was torn and the straps ripped!!!

Laylah realized she was pointing her exposed ass and pussy right back at the gawking class, all giggling like schoolboys and nudging each other. Laylah looked back to the only woman amongst them, hoping she could get some female solidarity in her time of need. The blonde girl was high fiving the guy next to her! Her yoga pants having fallen to her knees, thong soaked at the bottom of her crotch, turned back to Laylah and gave her big, horny thumbs up!

In fact, it wasn't just her that was horned up. Laylah could see that all the guys in the class had noticeable bulges in their shorts!!! Ignoring the irony that just a few moments ago Laylah was getting off to ordering them all around, the nude girl got up, covered her crotch and her huge chest as effectively as she could, and bolted out of the room. The class let out a collective "awwwww man!" as she left.