The soldering iron hissed and spat fire as it melted the final contact point. A steady hand nudged the little globule in place. She set the tool down and brushed dust off. That was the final connection needed. And the lab-coated woman took a few steps toward a computer screen. Her fingers began to rattle away on the plastic keys.
The door squeaked open, breaking the hum of buzzing lights above them. “Hey, professor, I’m back. They had that bagel you wanted to try. It was… something peppercorn.” Olivia said, looking at the receipt, dressed casually in a sweatshirt with a college logo on it. Beneath that was a light blue set of jean shorts that rode to mid-thigh.
“Ah! That’s wonderful, Oliva! I have great news to share, too! My new project is just about ready for its testing phase!” Professor Katherine clapped her hands, hopping with energy. “This is the big one, the project that has captivated me all week!”
Oliva took a glance at it and saw what appeared to be some kind of laser and an opening in the laboratory’s roof. At this, Oliva raised an eyebrow. “…Is this another one of those government contract things? I thought you wanted science to better humanity.”
“Oh, Oliva, we must be realistic. Yes, I may or may not have had to build more destructive tools that scatter aircraft from existence, but the funding they provide can’t be beat! I was able to get name-brand tires, knock down my own student debt by three percent, and even get the water heater fixed!”
Olivia raised an eyebrow. “Three percent… How much do you owe?”
“Speaking of water!” Professor Katherine waved her hand to present the project. “This device will help save billions of gallons of water! It fires a laser that can clean clothing no matter where you are on the planet!”
“…That sounds like it needs a lot of energy to work.”
“It’s a net gain of 2% efficiency!” Katherine gave a proud nod with her hands at her hips. “Think of it, Oliva. No more wasting millions of gallons of water to clean clothes. Say goodbye to harsh detergents wearing down fabrics. Embarrassing stains become history. No more laundromats that are really just laundering money!”
“Well, that does sound awesome,” Oliva admitted. She took a sip of coffee and gave her lips a satisfied lick. “So, how does it work?”
“I’ve created a laser that burns undesirable pigments from fabrics. It finds its target using a complex array of mirrors that I sto-borrowed and put on the roof!” Katherine nodded and pushed a few buttons on the laser, lowering its tip. “Spill a little coffee on your shirt and stand right there, we’ll test it ou-”
“Oh Hell no!” Oliva cut her off. “I am not being the guinea pig this time! Everyone still thinks the dorm is haunted. It took a whole week before the invisibility stuff stopped!” Oliva blushed at a few awkward memories. Invisibility was fun to mess around with, yes, but that led to some awkward moments she’d rather not re-enact.
Professor Katherine frowned, but nodded. “Very well… we’ll track down a different test subject. Perhaps there’s a delinquent on campus somewhere that we can use.” She turned her attention back to the computer screen and started letting her fingers weave the adjustments.
“Why does it have to be a delinquent?” Oliva blinked.
“Because if they’re causing trouble, and the laser malfunctions, then we’re only inadvertently punishing a guilty party.” Katherine began typing away on the computer screen, checking multiple security feeds throughout the college campus.
“That sounds ethically problematic…” Oliva said, knowing that it didn’t amount to so much as a speed bump to the professor.
“Look, there’s someone sneaking into the planetarium right this very moment! I’m not even sure if that’s a student. We’ll begin locking on the target now.” Katherine pointed to someone on the screen, wearing all black and carrying some kind of bag at their side. They were checking every direction multiple times and sneaking in through a side door.
*****
Nobody gave her a second look. Normally, she’d approach this another way to guarantee success, but knowing that mischief could manifest out of thin air at any moment, she had to be prepared. Black sweater, black sweatpants, black tennis shoes, a baseball cap, and a pair of sunglasses. Everything that would help her melt into the shadows. Over her shoulder was a rattling schoolbag, heavy, and giving little metal pings and glass rattles with every step she took. A pilfered key slipped open the backstage door.
Her heart was already racing, but she knew she had to do this. This was too important. Impressionable minds had to learn the truth she swore by, and the lies had to stop. And there was no better place to do that than the school’s planetarium.
She found the stage and rolled up her sleeve. Fifteen minutes to show time. Kim had to get to work. The bag rattled on its way down as she yanked the zipper open. A spray paint can came out, and the raven-haired girl started shaking it hard. She pulled her sunglasses out of the way, being a hindrance in the dark.
On the massive wall, she began spraying her message in giant, loud letters. She gave little thought to tiny bits of paint that would overspray onto her clothes. Bit by bit, tiny specs of color decorated her outfit.
In the lab, the computer identified spots on the woman’s sleeves. The machine began to hum and vibrate, rattling every beaker in the room until the laser fired. It ping ponged its way through an array of shiny mirrors and tore across the sky before penetrating the walls of the planetarium’s stage. The laser dug into the sweater sleeves and burned away the bits of paint.
Kim hadn’t even noticed. She finished a few letters and returned to her big bag of paint cans. She came prepared to write this message. Telling everyone the great truth involved a lot of letters; thus, she brought a lot of paint. As she continued to spray, more paint would get on her clothes, and the laser would continue to fire.
But even the thick fabric of her sweater could only take so much, before it started to fray and crumble. A few zaps and sleeves began to tatter. A good burst and the pants began to dry out and show holes. Kim bent over, not even noticing the seat of her pants, and even her panties beneath them, started crumbling into dust. And with dust being read as a kind of dirt, the laser continued scattering her clothes to atoms.
With the words almost fully spelled out, Kim felt an odd draft but dismissed it. Her mission was almost complete. Everyone would learn what the world really was. She was starting to feel a bit cold, which was odd. Maybe the college embezzled money for a good air conditioner. She’d investigate it later. She finished up the last letter, and took a few steps backward to admire her handy work. After a lot of sneaking, careful planning, and a higher credit card balance than she’d care to admit, Kim was able to view the colossal message she spelled out.
“Earth Is An Icosohedron.”
Kim smirked. The genius part was the paint being water-soluble. No criminal charges because the damage wouldn’t be permanent. This would get everyone to open their eyes to the reality that-
Fwuff
Kim blinked and felt something brush her leg. She looked down and saw her toes. A laser blasted the scrap of cloth, dematerializing it into nothing but dust. Her eyes went wide.
“W-what the… how did…” Her face ignited with blush as she looked over herself. The sweatshirt? Gone. The sweatpants? Also gone. The bra and panties beneath them? Deteriorated from existence. A hand suddenly wrapped around her chest, and the other dove between her legs as the realization set it. Cool air bit into her hips and snaked around her stomach. Kim was completely naked.
“H-hey,” she said, looking up at the ceiling. “I don’t have time for a silly prank! Give me my clothes back, I have a world to-”
There was a loud click as the lights turned on. A big projector scattered planets across the wall she had just painted, lighting up the words.
And on her bare rear end was a projection of the Moon. Kim slowly turned her face in horror, as her curves were visible to all the seats viewing the stage. Not to mention the open doors letting all the students in.
“Alright, everyone, I hope you brought your notebooks. We’ll allow cameras but no flash photography!” Said a teacher, who then looked to the front of the stage. “Wait a second… who are you?”
“Is she naked?”
“Check it out, full moon!”
Kim’s eyes widened in horror as she soon realized she was being seen. A teacher and her students were seeing her completely freaking naked. Would they notice? Would they notice her vandalism!? The universe protected her nudity, but she had no idea about any proper crimes if the universe just melted her clothes off!
“Ah!” Kim squealed as she reached down and grabbed her bag of paint. She fled for the exit, running as hard as her naked legs would carry her. How did this happen? How did she not notice? No wonder it felt so cold on stage! “I’ve gotta get out of here!”
For a brief moment, all of Kim was visible. They could see uninterrupted smooth skin from shoulder to foot, catching every detail of her naked body she desperately tried to hide. She shoved her way through the door she came in and slammed it shut. Cold tile met her feet in the hallway as she made a mad sprint for the exit. She didn’t dare to look behind her.
Kim burst through the door and rounded a corner. It was the back of the building. She’d be safe, for now. The raven-haired girl took a moment to look herself over one more time. This couldn’t be real, could it? Everything she chose to wear just… vanished into thin air. Her breasts were free to bounce, and she could feel the air glide between her legs. Every little interaction with the environment around her reminded her that every single bit of fabric that was bound to her body no longer existed.
She couldn’t just run back to her car; she took a bus to get there so they couldn’t track her off her license plate. But a public bus wasn’t exactly an option either. Not while she was totally naked with a school looking for her.
She looked at the bag at her feet, full of paint cans. It was the only thing she had. Maybe she could just hold it a certain way to partially cover. Unless… she knelt down and looked in the paint. There might have been enough to work with.
Kim took a look around and shook up one of the paint cans. She aimed the nozzle near her hips and shuddered at the cool sensation going over her hips. She blushed deeply as she haphazardly sprayed over her back end. Without a mirror, she could only be so sure of her work, but a few minutes later, she had a pair of blue “shorts” on her hips. Kim gulped and reached for a white can. She shuddered again as the hissing paint tickled a nipple while she made herself a tank top. Spraying her own back was impossibly difficult to do, but she felt as if her backside was covered enough. She threw a little more paint on her feet. Green shoes clashed hard with the rest of the “outfit”, but she was low on paint.
Kim ultimately looked… ridiculous. She painted herself without a mirror. She thought she reached between her shoulderblades when making the shirt, but one line went astray and looked a bit odd. Her painted-on shorts had some wavy lines and almost appeared to be different lengths on each leg. As for her “shoes”, maybe she’d be better off saying they were socks? The particular shade of green was loud, shaking the world with an almost radioactive brightness.
Still, it was all Kim had to work with. She picked up her bag of paint cans and started moving around the back of the building. Her heart was thumping, the situation was so bad. A dumpster sat nearby, and Kim stared at it for a moment. If she were caught with paint cans, they’d know it was her. With a little blush, she approached the open lid and tossed the bag inside, allowing the metallic cans to clatter against one another. It made her feel even more vulnerable to discard the only accessory that was real, but if the Universe wasn’t protecting her from being noticed, she had to ditch the evidence.
Kim had to sneak away from the campus and hope the universe would stop messing with her. She’d get her uncanny privacy like usual, and make a clean getaway before anyone’s wiser.
Kim started her walk back to the front of the school. She felt her heart thumping as a thin layer of paint felt like it wasn’t even there. Maybe she should have put on a second coat? It was too late to change her mind. This wasn’t a smart idea, but it was the only one she had. She emerged into the parking lot, with only a little further to go. Then she saw a campus security guard talking on her radio. They made eye contact, and she lowered her radio.
“Excuse me, Miss?”
Crap.
Kim slowly turned her head. Just keep calm. Maybe her disguise will work. She cleared her throat. “Yes?” The guard was wearing a navy blue uniform like any officer would wear. But she also had sunglasses on, making it impossible to see if she could see through Kim’s air-thin disguise.
The guard approached and spoke. “I’m on the hunt for a vandal. Have you seen anything odd? Rumor has it a streaker is behind some vandalism in the planetarium.”
Great. Word was getting around. Not only was this guard looking for Kim, but the Universe wasn’t doing what it usually did to protect her. She gulped and balled her hands into fists. If she covered her intimates, that would give her away. “Pff, ah heh heh, a streaker and a vandal? Who’d be crazy enough to do that?” She shook her head, “N-no, I haven’t seen anything like that. Good luck in catching them, though. Sounds like… ah heh, a typical college prank!”
“Hmm… less of a prank and more of a statement. They wrote something about the Earth being flat in the planetarium,” the guard said, shaking her head as she turned her attention elsewhere. Against all odds, it worked. This was her chance to escape.
Kim was about to take the signal and leave. Then she froze. No. No, that was wrong. That was more than wrong, that was an outright LIE.
“…Icosahedron.”
The guard had taken two steps away before stopping. There was a deafening silence as she turned. “…Excuse me?”
Kim took a breath, balled her fists, and turned back toward the guard, forgetting for a moment that she wasn’t entirely naked and painted in an odd color scheme. “…The Earth is an Icosahedron. That’s… that’s what they wrote, right? The vandal wrote that.”
The guard tilted her head and gave Kim an odd look. “…How do you know that?”
“I um… well… ah… you see…” A bead of sweat ran down Kim’s head and made its way down her collarbone. It reached some of the paint of her shirt, thinning the line little by little. She needed a way out. Maybe the universe would give her some kind of break? A distraction?
Then the guard’s radio beeped. “Do you copy? We’ve found 3 pigs labeled 1, 2, and 4. We think 3 is near the west wing of the school.”
The guard rolled her eyes and looked at her radio. “I’m on my way.” She looked at Kim. “Stay safe… and maybe fit the dress code better.” The guard turned and ran back toward the building.
Kim watched the guard run for the entrance to the college, yanked a door open, and rushed inside. She let out a heavy sigh as her knees shook. Did she notice? That guard talked about the dress code, and at best, her artwork resembled exercise clothes. Stubborn pride almost got her caught. She needed to get off of the campus as soon as she could.
She kept moving, feeling the air over her naked body. There was a faint distinction between where she had paint and where she didn’t. Kim still felt very naked, with the air touching places it normally couldn’t. It was one thing to feel it on her forearms, feeling it on her chest, her stomach, her thighs; that was all a very different story.
At the edge of the parking lot, she stopped to check how her paint was holding up. It was smeared in some spots, betraying her hips and thighs. It still looked like exercise wear, but if anyone dared to look longer, they’d be able to tell. Kim exhaled and shook her head. “Pretend you’re a jogger. Just pretend you’re a jogger… and jog home.”
Kim had to cross the street to continue her journey, as nerve-wracking as that was. Unfortunately for her, somebody was at the crosswalk. An old woman, a bit shaky in her step. She wore glasses, a sweater, and an otherwise very plain dress, and her hair was a little silver from the passage of time.
She noticed Kim and smiled. “By any chance, could you help an old woman cross the street?
Of all the times. Kim blushed and faked a smile. “Of course, here let me help you.” All she could think of was how naked she was. Maybe this woman had poor eyesight, which could work to Kim’s advantage. She took a breath and held the woman’s arm as they moved to cross the street.
“Thank you, young lady. Most young people don’t have time to help someone my age,” she said, her voice very soft. She gave an appreciative nod.
“O-oh yeah, always gotta respect your elders,” Kim said with a nervous nod. The light signal changed, and they were on their way. Kim could feel the rough pavement against her bare feet and a breeze gliding over her back. Her breasts were free to have a subtle bounce, as did her butt, jiggling ever so slightly with each step she took.
Thankfully, there weren’t any cars waiting at this light. This time of day didn’t have much traffic for a naked girl in air-thin paint to worry about. They reached the other side.
“Watch your step at the curb… there we go.” Kim smiled as she let go of the woman. Did she notice? The woman gave a polite smile and nodded. Maybe she didn’t… maybe Kim caught a break.
“Thank you very much, young lady.” She said with a sweet smile. “I always appreciate it when someone takes time to help another.” Then she suddenly grabbed Kim’s wrist and gave her a little tug. “And don’t grow old!” She stared for a second, looking serious. Then she smiled and giggled like any sweet old woman would.
Kim stared back, feeling like her face was on fire with blush. Then she picked up on what the woman was doing and laughed with her. “Oh! Ah ha ha, I’ll try not to! Have a good-”
Then a truck roared down the street, forcing its way through a puddle and launching some rain-water through the air, mainly at Kim. They only had a second to brace for it. The water was cold and disorienting. Kim staggered but maintained her footing.
The woman shook her head. “Ah! The nerve of some people! Can you believe someone would be so rude as to… oh my goodness!”
Kim wiped the water from her face, every bit as flabbergasted as the woman was. She shivered, feeling more exposed from the sudden hit of cold water. The raven-haired girl looked down at herself, and her eyes widened in horror. The areas where there should have been paint now had none.
“Ah-ah! My… my…!”
“Pervert!” the woman shouted.
“What? No, I’m not a-”
Whack
“Ah! Hey, what are you doing!?” Kim raised her hands to block the purse that the old woman was now swinging.
“The 60s are over, you degenerate! Have some decency and put some clothes on!” The older woman shouted as she held her arms back to swing her purse again.
“Ah, stop that! I just helped you cross the street!” Kim blocked it and turned, running down the sidewalk to get away from the lady. Her heart raced as no good deed went unpunished. Now the body paint had washed away, reduced to an oddly colored puddle. That left her completely naked. More worryingly, was the fact that the universe wasn’t protecting her from being noticed or punished!
Kim fled, outpacing the older woman as she rounded a street corner. Her heart raced. Why was this happening? What had she done wrong? Did the universe care about vandalism? Was it because she hadn’t intentionally done some pervy activity? Kim rounded a corner and ran into a parking lot. She wrapped her arms around herself and tried to calm down.
It didn’t seem like the older woman followed her. Either she gave up, or Kim lost her. Either result was good. At this point, she was truly defenseless. This gave Kim a chance to think about her situation. Her hands ran over herself, giving a reminder that she was still completely naked. Some crazy laser burned her clothes away, some projection of the moon barely hid her behind from those students, and the feeble body paint became a colorful puddle.
“…Why does all this sound familiar?” The naked girl put a hand to her chin. It was like she was trapped in a cartoon. Her eyes widened. “There’s no way…” she thought for a moment, then smirked at the sky. “Ah ha! That’s your game!” She clapped her hands together as puzzle pieces snapped together. “I just have to play along, and I’ll escape just fine!” Kim grinned at her brilliant plan. She glanced around at her surroundings, trying to see something she could take advantage of, or at least a place to hide as she progressed closer to home. Ahead of her was a used car dealership, with a big, colorful hot air balloon on display in the corner.
Bingo. Kim took a breath and looked to her left and then to her right. She wrapped her arms around her chest and slipped another between her legs. That balloon was her ticket to a subtle trip home. As long as she played along, the Universe would let her go unnoticed. Still, her leg shook as she stepped out from behind the car she hid behind. Having a plan didn’t make her less naked. Once the coast was clear, she took off running. The naked raven-haired girl scampered across the street, knowing this opportunity could vanish at any moment.
Kim ducked between rows of shinier, newer cars and weaved her way across the parking lot toward the hot air balloon. Each panel was shinier and more reflective, showing Kim all the uninterrupted skin on her body, giving a stark reminder of her total nudity. Things could go wrong at any moment. She was about to cross a lane when she heard voices and froze.
“Alright, so tell me about your experience at the other dealership. Was it a mutual decision for you to leave?”
“Well um… ah heh, I would say… that the manager wasn’t interested in answering a lot of questions.” A nervous laugh from a familiar voice caught Kim’s attention. “So I kind of had to… figure stuff out on my own… and a lot of paperwork wasn’t done for a sale.”
“Uh huh… Well, there’s a lot of important paperwork to go over when selling a car.”
Kim blinked and peered over the trunk of a car. There was the familiar blonde, Stacy, trying again to land some kind of stable job. Maybe she’d have a spare jacket, but having a naked friend show up and ask for help might ruin her little interview. No, Kim wouldn’t have that be her fault. She instead crawled past toward the hot air balloon.
Once Kim crawled to its base, she took a look back and saw the blonde keeping the manager distracted. Stacy didn’t even know she was helping Kim; it was the perfect plan. Kim climbed into the basket and started untying the ropes. This would be a clean getaway. She had one more rope to go.
“Hey! What are you doing? That balloon’s a rental!”
Kim’s eyes went wide. Once again, someone spotted her. She more frantically worked the ropes. Get away, get away, get away!
“You want this job? Stop that streaker!” said the manager.
“…For real? You got it!” Stacy nodded and rushed toward the hot air balloon. “Hey, get away from there!” The blonde called out as the balloon started to lift. With one of the ropes on the ground, Stacy grabbed the hook, gave it a spin. and threw it at the balloon!
Kim pulled on the core to lift the balloon as hard as she could. “Come on, come on…!” Kim grit her teeth and felt the hot air balloon shift, before noticing the cord. She looked down, and saw Stacy trying to hold the balloon back. “No… come on, Stacy!” Kim hissed under her breath. If she called Stacy off… that might ruin her job prospects. She pulled the cord more, causing the balloon to lift higher, until the blonde started to lift.
Stacy felt her feet dangle. She looked down and realized she had no hope of holding the balloon back. The blonde let go before the height became dangerous, as the rope slipped past her fingers. “Are you crazy? Come back down!”
Kim tried to stay low in the hot air balloon. From that angle, it was hard to see her, and the fact she was naked. Stacy didn’t even realize it was Kim. The situation was insane, but she was escaping just as she planned. A few moments later, Kim peeked over the edge of the basket, seeing the ground below.
She was drifting away from the dealership and towards a neighborhood. Well, it wasn’t exactly her home neighborhood, but at least she was moving, and nobody could tell she was naked up there. Kim wiped a little sweat off her forehead and nodded. “The perfect crime,” she said, before glancing at the controls for the hot air balloon. Then a little flaw in her plan soon became apparent. And it was one that she really should have thought about before this little heist.
Kim had no idea how to fly a hot air balloon.
With her being at the mercy of the wind, she took a glance at the neighborhood. There had to be a safe way down. A breeze glided over her naked backside, causing a shiver to run up her back and all over her skin. There was a subtle tingle, and her nipples were a touch tighter. She tried to shake it off.
“Wow, a lot of people have pools,” Kim glanced over the edge. If she could figure out how to lower the balloon, she could safely drop into a pool, sneak out of a yard, and plan her next move. There were two cords to pull on, so the naked girl tugged on the one she hadn’t pulled on yet, and the balloon began to lower.
But as the balloon descended, Kim started to hear music and laughter. She turned and looked at the nearest yard and saw there was a party going on beneath her. A whole bunch of college-aged guys and girls having drinks, grilling burgers, blasting music, along with some diving into a pool.
“Ah!” Kim gasped. “Not that one, not that one!” She panicked, grabbing at the two ropes controlling the balloon. With the hot air balloon descending closer, the basket hit a tree and tipped over, causing the naked girl to spill out. “Waaah!” She gasped, her arms flailing, as she fell head-first into the pool water.
The water was cool, and a total shock to Kim’s system. After a moment of disorientation, she resurfaced with a big gasp. She wiped the water from her eyes to watch the hot air balloon drift away. And then there was a roar of applause.
“Let’s hear it for the crazy girl’s entrance!”
Kim’s eyes shot open as she soon realized she was totally surrounded at a pool party. And she was still completely naked. She expected hollers. She expected cameras. She expected the end. All Kim could do was close her eyes and wait for the results of her mistake. Maybe the Universe wasn’t bailing her out if she was ending up in positions like this.
“There goes her balloon…”
“This is the most awesome party ever. How’d you plan that?”
“That’s the neat part, I didn’t!”
Kim slowly opened one eye. The hot air balloon was drifting back up in the wind. There were a few people staring at her, but a lot of others seemed to be minding their own business. Did they not realize she didn’t have a swimsuit? The water was shimmering and shaking because of her splash. And that made it harder to see that she was entirely naked! She lowered herself shoulder deep. If she was getting lucky instead of having the Universe protect her, then that meant she had to come up with a way to escape this party.
She looked around, trying to spot a spare towel or maybe a spare swimsuit. Kim then noticed one couple, two girls, one whispering to the other. One of them blushed, bit her lip, and nodded. The girl stood up and started undressing, getting down to her underwear before approaching the high dive. There were some more hollers and cheers as she climbed.
Kim could only watch, knowing the crowd was distracted, but what could she do with that? Sneaking away from the party didn’t make her less naked. There had to be some kind of towel she could “borrow” and escape with. Though before she could spot one, the party-goers started cheering even louder. She turned and saw the underwear-clad girl on the high dive. The board bent beneath her and launched her into the air. She twirled and glided down with a graceful splash.
The audience cheered, but Kim blew her chance to escape unnoticed. It was just a little too nerve-raking to climb out of the pool with so many people nearby, even if they were distracted. She instead chose to bide her time and wait for another option. Maybe a pool ring would help…
Then the cheers grew louder and Kim turned. She blushed and saw the girl climbing out of the pool, now completely bottomless. The pale cheeks shined in the sun and the now soaking wet girl looked down. She squealed and covered herself, blushing furiously. Then the friend who put her up to the dare approached with a towel to help, giggling as she covered her friend.
“…That’s cliche enough to be anyone…” Kim said under her breath.
That was when Kim noticed a pair of panties floating in the water, not too far from her. Her eyes widened, and she looked back at the girl that just lost them. She was blushing a lot and taking a seat by her friend. Kim bit her lip. If that girl had help and access to clothes, Kim saw no reason not to take advantage of those panties.
Kim snatched them and slid them up her legs, awkwardly working them over her ankles. It wasn’t much, but cover was cover, and Kim finally had something again. She made her way toward the edge of the pool, seeking a path to get away from the party. Simply walking out wasn’t an option, not when the Universe wasn’t making everyone oblivious like it was supposed to.
There was just a little more luck for Kim as she took another look around. The friend gave the flustered girl a little kiss on the cheek and moved for the high dive. She waved to the rest of the people at the party and started stripping down to her underwear, just as her friend did.
Everyone cheered as the newly underwear-clad girl climbed the ladder. Kim, however, saw her chance and took it. She climbed out of the pool, feeling the water run down her body. Maybe she had the panties, but she was still nearly naked. She bolted for the gate, hearing the crowd cheer during the other girls’ dive.
Kim rounded a corner to the front of the house with her hands wrapped around her breasts. She panted for a moment and looked at herself, realizing her plan was more than a little flawed. The panties were a simple white pair, and they were soaked with pool water, causing them to cling and appear transparent. They barely hid anything in their current state. Not to mention all the other droplets of water running down her skin, giving her a sparkle and shine.
Could she really complain? The situation could have been worse. She could have been seen, photographed, or subjected to any other manner of humiliation by people she didn’t know. She took a breath and tried to get a feel for where she was. The cars and houses looked more upper-class, clean, and well-maintained. This wasn’t too far from Hina’s. Maybe running to her was a better idea? The shoe had been on the other foot before…
Propped against the wall in front of her was a skateboard. Kim didn’t have a ton of experience riding one, much less in just a pair of panties. Then again, that would be easier on her feet than running across pavement all the way there. Of course, that involved stealing the skateboard, but then again, those panties weren’t hers, and neither was the hot air balloon she rode in on. So, Kim took another glance around and grabbed the skateboard.
The near-naked girl launched herself, knees wobbling before steadying herself, and the wheels rolled along the pavement. Maybe it wasn’t as hard as she thought. The problem was her arms had to be extended, meaning she couldn’t cover her still bare breasts. They bounced and jiggled as she rolled down the pavement. She blushed, hoping there wouldn’t be too many people noticing her.
Kim weaved around parked cars, manhole covers, and cracks in the pavement. She was moving. Flying even. She tore the streets far faster than she could move on foot. This prompted dogs to park, people to gasp in shock, and point at the bare breasted girl.
She could feel the air glide around her naked body. It shook her concentration to feel the air touch her in places it normally couldn’t. Her face was still burning with blush, knowing that people were seeing her almost naked. The panties sagged a little, exposing the top of her butt. She rushed past sprinklers, restoring what little water dried away. The road she was on began to slant, and she gained speed.
Faster and faster, Kim soon realized she had a new problem. She didn’t know how to slow the skateboard! She could see a restaurant at the base of the hill with no easy way to stop. The raven-haired girl flailed her arms around. “Ahh! How do I stop this thing!? I don’t wanna-”
The skateboard jerked as a rock caught its wheel, and Kim was airborne.
“WAAAAHHHHH!”
Inside the restaurant, a woman was sitting down, sipping a drink, looking a little bored. “…Maybe I should have gotten the-” THUMP. “…Milkshake!?” She gasped loudly, seeing a nearly naked woman splayed against the window, her breasts pressing hard against the glass.
Kim winced, needing a moment to recover. She was stunned, sure enough, though at least the glass didn’t break. The raven-haired girl needed a moment to recover from the impact. Unknown to her, a hook was drifting nearby before it slipped into the back of her panties.
Kim felt the tug, and it pulled her from the window and her stupor. She was unsteady, getting pulled back more and more. Raising an eyebrow, she twisted her head and saw the hook in her panties. “What the…? Where did… how is… this one doesn’t even make sense!” Kim looked up to the sky, expecting a long fishing line to lead up to nowhere. She had suspected there was mischief from the Universe, but this was outright forcing it.
Instead, Kim saw the rope leading to the same hot air balloon she stole earlier. How on Earth did it end up here!? It tugged on her panties some more, lifting her off the ground.
“Ahh! Come on! This is ridiculous! Let me-whoa!” Kim’s arms and legs flailed around as she was lifted from the ground. Her eyes went wide as she saw dozens of people coming out of the restaurant to see what was happening. Her scrambling hands managed to reach the sign showing a giant clam shell. She did everything she could, squeezing her legs together out of desperation. “This isn’t funny anymore! I wanna go home!”
She felt the sign start to bend as the hot air balloon pulled on her panties, exposing more of Kim’s bare behind. Nearly naked save for that distressed piece of near-transparent underwear, Kim tried to pull her hips back toward the sign, hearing fabric slowly tear and start to give in.
With Kim’s body horizontal, both hands had to cling to the bending restaurant sign. Her butt was fully exposed to the sky above her as her thighs clamped shut. She grit her teeth, and sweat ran down her body. “No… no… please no, this is insanity!” The crowd was staring up, watching her breasts wave and bob. Inch by inch, her pelvic region was coming into view.
“This is crazy!”
“She’s gotta give up the panties!”
“I think the panties are gonna give up first!”
“Noooooo!” Kim cried, slowly losing her grip.
And from the skies above, a beam of light came down, targeting the panties. Misreading the water for a stain, the laser burned the fabric. The fabric gave its final moan before it gave in and tore.
Like a slingshot, the sign launched Kim high into the air. The panties fell apart, allowing the naked girl to fly through the air. “AHHHH!” she screamed, her arms and legs flailing like she was trying to swim. She twisted and spun through the air with no ability to stop herself. She wasn’t sure how fast she was moving. She wasn’t sure how far she was going. Kim couldn’t even think about the crowd seeing her.
She landed, tumbling on some thankfully forgiving grass. Maybe the Universe protected her, maybe the angle was just perfect. Kim was so disoriented, it was hard to tell. Whatever the case, she wasn’t injured. She sat up slowly, her hair a scattered mess. Kim turned and saw a number of cars in the driveway, including a familiar red one. In fact, the house itself looked familiar.
Kim’s shoulders slacked when she realized where she was. Then, of all things, she laughed as she stumbled to her feet. “Guess you’re finally giving me a break.” She rose to her unsteady feet. She dusted herself, took a breath and prepared for an awkward encounter. The naked mess of a girl stepped up to the front door and pushed the button before putting her hands back in covering positions.
A moment later, the door opened, and the familiar brunette was staring at her. She smiled, “Oh, hey Kim! I was wondering if you got my text! Come on in!” She looked Kim up and down. “Heh, came dressed for the occasion, I see.”
Kim breathed a sigh of relief and shook her head. “I… might have missed it. I’ve had a day you wouldn’t believe…” She shook her head and stepped inside, before noticing Hina was wearing a towel, and seemingly not much else. She had to be just using the pool, right? “…What do you mean dressed for the occasion? I’m sort of… you know… not dressed at all.”
Hina blinked. “Oh, I guess you did miss the text.” She shrugged and pulled the towel off and tossed it to the nearby stair rail, revealing that she, too, was completely naked. “I’m having a party, come on out back!” Hina grabbed Kim’s wrist and pulled her towards the back door of the house.
Kim’s eyes went wide as Hina yanked her. This wasn’t like Hina. Not at all. Kim knew a few of Hina’s situations, but none of them were as blatant as this! “W-wait, Hina, I really didn’t come here to… why did you… can I just borrow that-”
“Don’t worry about it! It’s a nudist party!” Hina said, showing her backyard. The massive pool stretched through much of the yard. And all around it were other women, some were having drinks, others were playing horseshoes, and another wearing nothing but an apron, was working at a grill flipping burgers. “See? You’re fitting right in!” Hina said, turning and bending down to reach into the cooler. “I’ve decided to wholly embrace what I love, and being naked just lets me feel so… so free!” Hina was presenting her naked backside to Kim without thinking about it. “Are you thirsty? I got water, some soft drinks, some lemonade, in the other cooler I have-”
“Hey Hina, we need more buns!” said the apron-clad girl.
“They should be in the kitchen next to the microwave!” Hina called back, before looking back at Kim. “So you want anything?”
Kim’s eye twitched before she shook her head and gave a dismissive wave. “…Fine. Fine! Whatever, I’ll take a water. You don’t know all the crazy things that happened today.” Her shoulders slacked before she took an offered water bottle and began to sip from it.
“Well, if you wanna just take it easy, that’s fine. There’s a lounge chair over there. I think Stacy was gonna show up a little later. She said something about chasing a hot air balloon.” Hina said with a smile. “Oh, hey, before you chill out, wanna see the octopus I bought?”
Kim spat out some water. She coughed for a second before catching her breath. “…What!? You bought an octopus? Why on Earth would you buy an octo-” She suddenly felt something cold and slick grip her ankle, and saw a long pink tendril. It yanked Kim and lifted her up. She scrambled and screamed.
“AH! WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!?” Kim shouted as more of the tentacles emerged from the pool and grabbed at Kim’s torso.
“Aww, I think he likes you!” Hina smiled, as if nothing strange was happening at all.
The tentacles wrapped around Kim’s waist and held her in a prone, suspended position. “Call it off, tell it to let me go!” One tentacle moved away and rushed back, giving a crisp slap to Kim’s naked butt, causing her to sway in the tentacle’s arms.
“Just relax! It’ll be gentler with you if you don’t fight it!” Hina called out.
But Kim didn’t hear it. She continued to fight and struggle, as the octopus spanked her again and again before the tentacles coiled around her and started pulling her underwater.
“No, no, no, stop it, stop it! Let me goooo!” Kim screamed as she rolled over into a sudden thump.
She shook her head. She saw carpet instead of pool water. Scrambled blankets were around her limbs, where she thought the tentacles were. She was on the floor with a couch next to her. Kim looked to her side and saw her TV, showing an old cartoon with a naked pig on a boat, scrambling to throw rope overboard and returning some fish to a lake.
Then Kim looked back at her couch and saw a black cat sitting there. It stared back, occasionally swishing its tail, bumping a button on the remote. The channel flipped to an animated movie of a man failing a motorcycle stunt.
Kim put a hand to her head and stood up, letting the blankets fall aside, revealing her naked form. “It was a dream… the whole thing was a dream…” Then she turned her attention to the cat.
“Bad kitty, don’t play with the remote while I’m sleeping,” Kim said with her hands at her hips, eyebrows narrowed. The cat continued to stare and simply tilted its head. Then Kim’s face softened, and she extended a finger toward the beloved pet. “Oh, I can’t stay mad at you, Coco.”
Coco gave a small “meow” before lifting her chin and letting Kim rub it.