>>2018371As soon as the liquid hits the sink there's a sharp hissing sound and a white smokey flash. I'm sprayed with searing hot steam a coughing, my mouth tastes like baking soda that's on fire. My body is hot and I can't see out of my goggles. The reaction is short lived, but the smoke hangs in the air for a long minute.
After taking off the now-much-suppler goggles I regain my vision. Looking down I can see large holes in my labcoat and uniform. The top part of my blouse is almost completely gone, revealing a large amount of chest, and even my bra is singed-through in a few spots. Most of my cleavage is visable, along with 2/3rds of my left nipple through a hole in what was my second-favourite bra.
"Ey yo, you need to like, get in the chemical shower, man." Mr. Martins mentions nonchalantly.
Still very flustered, it takes me a moment to remember to speak. "My... clothes?"
"Yeah, like, leave them on man. They might have science gunk on them. 20 minutes in the shower. It's 20 right?" He pauses. "Yeah, 20."
He looks around at the class, clearly in a state of low-grade panic. "Everyone else, just keep not-exploding." Then he looks back to me "Oh, and make sure you get your eyes while you're in there. Lucky you were wearing those goggles am I right?"
I walked over to the glass shower, covering my chest with my arm. I spent the rest of the period drenched in my clothes standing in a shower almost in the middle of class. Most of my classmates stole glances when they could. Admittedly, I was much more interesting than bubbly water that doesn't explode and weird math. Still, I was wearing half a shirt and 2/3rds of a bra, and whatever uniform I had left was soaked through and clinging to me, so the attention wasn't all that welcome. It didn't help that the water was practically freezing. Even the nipple that could still hide behind most-of a bra and some-of my blouse was plainly visible standing at attention through my drenched clothes.
