Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. The Breeze lazed along, following his instincts and trusting fate to provide him with further opportunities to strip unsuspecting women. Mile after mile passed with no great opportunities but still, he started to feel stronger and stronger as he approached a certain place. This gave him great hope for some serious stripping. His strength was returning now not in response to his pranks, but in anticipation of them. He would be strong enough to tear clothing at his first opportunity if this kept up. All he had to do was follow this impulse. Where was it leading him though? When he arrived, he flew down towards a very large, one story building. A school. A school? For a moment, the Breeze almost continued. This couldn't be where his magic was leading him could it? But then, as he was almost over it, he felt the pull. As he would get further away, he felt weaker, as he returned, he was stronger. He flew down to the building, and finding no one noteworthy outside, he circled it, peering through the windows. Through one of them he saw something wonderful. A surprisingly sexy teacher! Now this was worth the trip! She was remarkably attractive, maybe thirty five or so with sandy blonde hair up in a perfect coif. She had glasses that served to perfect the teacher fantasy that surely had every boy in her class enraptured. Some would be great students in order to impress her. Others would surely be too distracted to do any real work. In either case, this exceptionally well proportioned, curvy beauty would most certainly be imprinting all of them with an inclination toward her type of reserved yet evident sex appeal. There was a window that was slightly open due to the somewhat warm weather, so the Breeze slipped in right away and went to work. She was writing something on the chalkboard when the Breeze struck. At first, he wanted just a little appetizer to test his strength and to make certain he had everyone's attention. He quickly lifted her skirt to reveal a pair of legs that now every boy in class would know were every bit as wonderful as they had imagined. The sudden exposure made her turn suddenly as the Breeze let her skirt drop. She blushed a bit at the smiles that faced her, but then she was back to her lesson. She turned to the chalkboard again and was about to finish the equation she had partially drawn when the Breeze not only lifted her skirt, he blew it upward so that she had to fight it down. It was a losing battle of course and now every bit of panty hose and the panties beneath were indelibly printed on the minds of her class. "What's happening?" That was all she could say before the Breeze got to some serious work. He was right. His strength was almost at it's peak immediately this time. With a great effort of force and concentration, he kept the lady's skirt blowing up at the same time he invaded her panties and hose, bursting them down to her knees. She shrieked as her wonderful triangle was exposed the class revealing that her natural color was a very dark brown. The boys of course were oohing and aahing as the teacher screamed again, turning in place to protect her privates. This only gave the class a great view of her centerfold quality ass. "Look at that!" "Awesome!" "Miss Norbert's naked!" She wasn't really naked yet, but she would be. For now though, the Breeze let her skirt drop. The frustrated teacher reached down to start pulling up her undergarments, too rattled to do so behind any cover. With her skirt down, nothing was really showing anyway. She even had the poor judgment to turn back to her students. The Breeze of course responded to this by quickly bursting her shirt and bra open. "Tits!" several boys shouted at once. Miss Norbert threw her hands across her chest and stared, open mouthed at the wide eyes all around. The Breeze was loving her panic. It gave him the chance to do more. He burst her skirt upward again, but this time making certain to rip it clean off of her body. Her panties weren't up all the way so some of her bush came back into view. Coming to her senses, the half stripped teacher pulled her panties up and rushed to the door. Before she could escape the room though, the Breeze had her panties back down so that her bare ass was the last thing the class saw of her before she was gone. The Breeze left the celebrating classroom to go in search of more fun. This had been so fulfilling that he was determined to find another sexy teacher if another was available. His strength remained and his instincts were clear though, so his work wasn't finished. He wandered down a hallway peeking into every classroom. The first teacher was not attractive enough. The second was not attractive at all. He continued his teacher shopping almost carelessly. No. No. No. YES!! Now this one was something! She was tall, stacked, blonde, beautiful! If she had any more blatant sex appeal, she couldn't have been real. She looked more like the kind of sexy teacher you might see in a bad movie than a real woman. It wasn't that no other woman could look as good (indeed, Miss Norbert had been wonderful!), it was that she was dressed in a top that served to accentuate rather than hide her bountiful upper assets. Her skirt wasn't quite tight but it certainly displayed the curves of her hips and that tantalizing bottom. It was also just high enough above the knee to really keep a young man's eyes on her legs (legs in nice, dark blue stockings!). Her hair was up in a teacher hairdo but not all of it. A few bits of her light blonde hair fell free in curling strands around her classically beautiful face. The Breeze's first thought was a natural one. `What is she wearing under that?' In her case it was a mystery. Through either ignorance or design, she had put together a teacher fantasy ensemble that was glorious. What would a woman like that have on underneath? The Breeze flowed around the cracks in the door to find out. On his way in, he also breezed into the door's lock and clicked it. From inside anyone could unlock it, but it might give an extra moment or so of fun. She was walking between the students' desks handing out papers when the Breeze started in. Surrounded by her students as she was, he thought that the best thing to do was to remove all of her clothing at once so that everyone could see what she had on underneath. He made his way carefully and gently into her clothing and wrapped around it to get the perfect windy grip, then SSHHRRRRIIIPPP!!! Just like that, she became an exciting eyeful. All she had on, besides those stockings were her now inappropriately sexy panties and bra. Yes, she looked magnificent and everyone seemed to enjoy it as the shock wore off and the reality set in. The teacher's eyes opened as wide as they could as she looked around helplessly for a few seconds. Then the gasps, cheers and laughs sounded en masse. The papers in her hand were now useful cover. She clutched them over the front of her body as she made her way to the front of the class. She spotted her clothes, still held by the Breeze, circling impossibly. They flew to the ceiling and one the tiles above her desk lifted momentarily and then dropped again as her clothes slipped in just far enough to dangle. The classroom erupted into further noise and commentary. "Look at that!" "How did that happen?" "Miss Turner is naked!" She wasn't naked yet, not by the Breeze's standards, but that was coming. She looked longingly at her dangling and shredded clothing as she tried to figure out what to do. This was a wonderful moment for the class as her back was to them. All eyes were on her ass as she sort of bounced in panic for that moment. She determined, according to the Breeze's design, to recover her clothing. To do that, she climbed on the desk. Several of her covering papers slipped out of reach. She had to face her class again to be able to reach. She also had to drop the rest of the papers and her amazing deshabille was displayed again. The Breeze waited until she almost had her hands on her clothes. Then with as fast a motion as possible, he tore her panties away and into the hands of a lucky boy who now had a souvenir. Her dark, thick bush elicited a lot of wonder struck "oh"s. Miss Turner's eyes snapped back to her class. One hand shot down to cover her bush as the other struggled to quickly get her skirt from the ceiling. She had it quickly and brought it down to give more coverage to her lower exposure. Ragged cloth was covering her pussy now so the Breeze went for her upper body. Her bra snapped away and it too became a souvenir. Her incredible, firm, pink nippled tits were bared for the boys now. Getting her shirt unstuck took several seconds as her students laughed and pointed. With her ruined clothes held firmly over her private parts, she carefully crept down off of her desk. This was difficult in her nice, but not active shoes. She stared at her class angrily now, demanding, "Everyone turn around! Stop looking at me! I'm naked! Turn around!" Of course this had no effect on the class except to urge on more laughter. The Breeze burst her clothing from her hands, giving a great full frontal view of big round boobs and dark bush. She rushed to the door, wonderful bare ass turned to the class. The handle wouldn't turn right away, being locked. It took no longer than a second and a half for her to realize why and unlock it but every moment that her naked body was displayed was a treasure. Then of course she went bounding down the hall. The Breeze was thrilled with his efforts so far. He had to have another teacher. He peeked into classrooms again and again. No. No. No! Not quite. Yes. He had found a third teacher to have fun with. This one had a much more demure look to her than the last. More reserved in fact than was necessary even for a teacher. Her dark hair was tied back in a way that wasn't quite unbecoming. Her clothes were obviously intended to cover up that body. The Breeze could tell more by instinct than by sight that she had a figure worth seeing. The only thing that anyone looking at her would notice were her tits. As much as she tried, tits that big could never be completely concealed. What a wonderful voluptuousness. Time to let her class see what they had doubtless been picturing in their minds since the school year began. Again, as he slipped into the room, the Breeze turned the lock. What was more, he set himself to breaking it so that it couldn't be opened. At anything less than his full strength, it would have been impossible. It wasn't just the force it required. It was the amount of force on such small parts in such a confined space. He got it done though. Now a teacher would be stripped and trapped. She was lecturing her class about some political history while the Breeze was working his way into her clothes. It was clear that less than half the class really had her attention. That was about to change. Her shirt and bra burst and a lot of young eyes opened wide at the sudden exposure of a pair of big teacher tits. "AAaAAH!" She threw her arms over herself but whatever reaction would have followed was stifled as the rest of her clothes, all of them at once, were stripped from her body. She was rounded voluptuous curves all over. She gaped down at her own naked body as the classroom gaped as well. The impossibility of this kept her entranced as hoots and hollers sounded. One of the boys pointed at her nice thatch of wild, dark brown fur commenting, "Look at that beaver!" She threw both of her hands down over bush but this only elicited the next shout, "Great tits, Miz Helmond!" She rushed to the door giving everyone sight of her big round ass that jiggled with the rest of her as she struggled with the door that wouldn't open. Unable to get outside, she resorted to calling for help. She rushed to the intercom button and pressed it. This left her bush bared again for a few moments as the class kept laughing and pointing. She shouted, "Get someone down here! I'm locked in my classroom naked!" An uncertain voice responded, "What was that?" "You heard me! Hurry up!" With that she took shelter by hiding behind her desk. Her nervous eyes stared over the top of it as she huddled there. Her class started to calm down but everyone's attention was on her as if hoping that she might come back out. The Breeze shared the class's enthusiasm but he had finished his work here. He set out in search of another teacher, if one could be found. Classrooms with hot teachers he found no more however. It would have disappointed him if he had really expected any more, but how many really good looking teachers can one school have? Then it occurred to him as he spotted a certain sign, that teachers aren't the only school fantasy. LIBRARY. His time didn't seem to be at an end, so he flew on in to see. At first he saw only several students and a rather frumpy old lady in horn rimmed glasses. Being determined, he searched around the shelves and found, just around the corner from the studying youngsters a very sexy librarian. She had, naturally, thin framed glasses that enhanced her modest beauty. She seemed to have quite a nice, slender figure under her long skirt and slightly oversized sweater. More had to be seen, but where she was, only the Breeze himself would be treated. He was more generous than that. So he curled up into the shelf and with a strong push, forced several books on the other side to the floor with a resounding crash that brought the lovely librarian around. She looked ready to launch into a furious tirade but she saw no one near the collapsed books. Sighing, she started to pick them up, making certain to return them to their exact positions. The Breeze watched her momentarily, noting that a handful of young men were now having trouble keeping their eyes on their pages. So, with a quick burst, he flew the hem of her skirt up as she was bent over picking up a book. She had surprisingly revealing panties on that let anyone lucky enough to be looking up see the curve of her fit rear end. Blushing a brilliant pink, the wide eyed lady stood up quick and threw her skirt back down, checking to see if anyone had seen. Noticing the grins, she turned away hurriedly and went back to work pretending that it hadn't happened. There were a few interested whispers now as she continued replacing the books. She turned to shush them but when she saw the lustful glances and the knowing smiles, she found herself just a bit too embarrassed to draw any more attention to herself. The Breeze was only starting though. He waited until she turned away from the shelves and toward her admirers. She picked up one of the books and as she stood the Breeze was inside her sweater. His strength was so much now that he had no trouble bursting it apart along with the brassiere underneath. All the boys who had been watching her in hopes of another draft perked up and stared. "All right!" "Look at those tits!" "Miss Perry's naked!" She screamed as she clutched the now open book over her breasts. It was the perfect image, pretty, embarrassed, topless librarian using a book for cover. Before she could gather her senses, the Breeze burst the book upwards out of her hands. Reflexively grasping for it, her arms reached up for just a moment. That moment was enough for him to burst her skirt upwards over her entire body, over her head and up her arms. He completed this with his signature cyclone trick to bind the skirt around her wrists. The other end he managed to tangle up in a sprinkler so she was caught where she was, stripped to her pink panties and unable to cover. "Help! Help! I'm naked! Mrs. Garbund! Get them out of here! Please!" The old lady came over as quick as she could and stuttered a few confused questions that were met only with Miss Perry's insistent pleas that the young men be ushered out. The Breeze chose that moment to complete his job by bursting the sexy librarian's panties down her legs, exposing her wonderful, light brown bush. Gasps and sighs of loving devotion could be heard just before the angry and indomitable old lady began rushing the boys from the room. They hesitatingly and remorsefully left while the librarian still wriggled in place trying to get free. It was at that point that a voice sounded from speakers all over the school, "Attention students, we're having an emergency of some sort. All teachers should be aware that some faculty have had... difficulties of a type that aren't entirely understood presently. To have everyone accounted for, all teachers should bring their classes to the main auditorium. Students, if no teacher is present in your classroom for any reason, then you should also leave your classroom and come to the main auditorium in an orderly fashion. Thank you." The Breeze was intrigued. It occurred to him that this was the first time he had taken a group of his stripping victims all from the same place. Their confusion over the nature of their `emergency' was understandable. After all, not seeing it, who would believe it? But when more than one teacher ends up inexplicably naked in one school day, something has to be done. He never got any credit for his work in the past. No one would understand what was happening of course even if they saw it, but still, he had an opportunity now to strip a woman in front of a crowd that was unwittingly gathered for that purpose. He just hoped someone worth his attention would be present. He followed the direction that the lines of students and teachers formed, not seeing any attractive teachers on his way. When he arrived, the auditorium was already half full. There were a few police officers present but the Breeze was disheartened to see that none of them were female. Nothing was more satisfying than stripping a lady cop. But what was this? One of the officers was holding a very serious discussion with a woman that looked important and, to the Breeze, uplifting. He got close, contracting to a small wisp in order to eavesdrop. He was able to gather that they still didn't have a clear concept of what was happening in the school. It was being treated as some sort of vague emergency. Then the officer called her Principal Dicken. She was the Principal! It had even been her voice that the Breeze had heard over the speakers. This would be the ultimate end to his school adventure. He waited patiently until she was ready to address the students. She stepped up onto the stage, microphone in hand. There was a podium up there but, much to the Breeze's delight, she didn't use it. Instead, she walked back and forth as she talked, explaining the situation. "Students, we have had some odd and not entirely explained occurances today. We're not certain the nature of it or how serious it really is. We aren't certain if it is over or not, but until we do know, we'll need you to remain here." Very decisive, the Breeze thought. She seemed that way, always in control. And it looked so good on her. She was a dark haired woman who just oozed authority. Undoubtedly the students detested her but just as undoubtedly, the male students didn't mind the look of her. It was a cold sort of attraction, but an undeniable one. She had continued explaining that she had very little she could explain, repeating herself a few times to make certain she was heard. Near the end of her address, never once having mentioned the naked teachers, it was her turn. The Breeze knew that he had to do something special. Being on stage in front of the school like this, he couldn't resist the obvious. He would strip her and bind her in own clothing as he so loved to do. First, he had to get her arms to where he would able to wrap them up though. So, with a quick downward gust, her skirt was dropped to her knees. This met with audible appreciation from the assembled students. Principal Dicken herself without a moment's hesitation stooped and grabbed it. She pulled it up quickly, not quite daring to look out at all the eyes that had witnessed that. Before she had it adjusted, while her arms were still at her sides, the Breeze slipped into all of her upper clothing. He immediately ripped them open and thrust them down her arms. The look of shock on her face was priceless as she stared out at all the students staring at her beautiful bared breasts. She was screaming in stunned frustration and total embarrassment as the Breeze cycloned the clothes around her wrists, forcing them together behind her and keeping her from covering. With that finished, and her struggles obviously futile, she was ready to run for cover, so the Breeze finished the job by dropping her skirt again, but this time her panties and panty hose went with them, all the way to her ankles. Cheers and applause rang out louder than any the auditorium had ever known. Full frontal exposure from the least likely person. She shuffled toward the podium with an awkward half step walk while the erupting crowd continued to grow louder. Finally, huddling behind the only cover on stage, she glanced over it, blushing and on the verge of screaming again. It should have been enough. The Breeze wanted just a bit more, so he knocked the podium over. The scream from the stunned and stunning Principal this time was so loud and so shrill that there was no one anywhere in the place that didn't hear it even with the sound of the excited audience. All she could do was to turn away from them until the police officers rushed up with a blanket to cover her in. They escorted her out as quickly as her panty bound legs could move. It had been a moment that would live forever. Some students had even captured it for posterity on cell phone cameras. Those pictures became widespread and it wasn't long before the Principal had a new nick name. Some clever student realized that when you turned her last name backwards, she was Principal Nekcid. The Breeze himself felt his powers wane as they always did, though he was too satisfied to regret it. He wisped his way back outside and frolicked in his lessened state, waiting for the next chance he had to work his magic.