It's time to get to the bottom of this before it gets any worse
You push open the door to the bathroom, a little disoriented since you aren't used to coming out of the girls bathroom. Thankfully the hall is empty, your high school is the kind where kids can eat in the cafeteria or go out for lunch only with very few exceptions.
A cool breeze whips the hem of your coat up slightly and you have to catch yourself against the wall as the air produces an alien tingle on your legs that makes your entire body shiver.
Alarmed and expecting the worse you look down to see your long legs encased in black sheer nylons that accentuate your legs sculpted smoothness even more (if that was possible).
You take a step and again nearly collapse, the swishing of the nylons elicits waves of pleasure that emanate from your legs and spread through your entire body. Your cock is starting to get hard and squirms in discomfort within the constricting confines of the thong.
You take a deep breath and start walking again it is unbearable your wider hips and larger rear swish back and forth as your legs seem to go heel-toe of their own accord. Your lower body gyrating like this causes the tingling to get even worse than before and you bite your lower lip to keep from moaning as your member gives another weak protest within it's silky prison.
By the time you reach the door to your science classroom your panting slightly, your lower bits press uncomfortably on your
panties, the sensual silky material only makes it worse, you can feel the growing wetness in your female undergarments.
Testing the door you're relieved to find it unlocked, you open it a crack and peer in. Empty, perfect.
You hurry past the rows of desks, your heels making distinctive clacking sounds that echo in the empty class, to where you sit in the back corner. With building excitement you look over your desk for more of the glittery polish. There's no trace of it on or under the desk, or on the chair.
Inside you strike gold, sitting halfway in the desk is a small vial, it's lid with attached eyedropper is lying just to the side and
the entire inside of the desk is covered in a tinny lake of glittering pink nail polish.
You pick up a nearby pencil and carefully slip it into the opening of the vial, then you lift the whole thing out of the desk,
being extra careful not to get anymore gunk on you.
You lift the vial to the light and examine it carefully, it looks like the kind of vials your teacher keeps in the supply closet. There's a faded label on the side:
FTH-047. With a small biohazard sign drawn beneath.
You hear the door of the room swing open with a crash as somebody yells at you, panicked, "DON'T TOUCH THAT!!"