Unfinished

When Shelly returned to the roof carrying the various items of clothing that Lisa had thrown off, she found that Debra and Claire had exchanged outfits. Claire now wore Debra’s skirt, and Debra was as naked as Lisa.

“She’s going to try it ‘skyclad’ this time,” Claire said, taking her leggings from Shelly’s arms. “Something about absorbing more of the moon’s energy.”

Shelly deposited the rest of the clothes on the ground, along with the few garments Lisa hadn’t thrown off the roof. She glanced over at Debra and Lisa, who stood in the middle of the roof, hands clasped, eyes closed, deep in thought. Debra’s thin, small body was different from Lisa’s toned hourglass figure, and her coloring much lighter, making her appear almost like a dim reflection of vital, primordial Lisa. Nonetheless, both looked beautiful bathed in moonlight.

Debra opened her eyes and released Lisa’s hands, stepping away from her. The other girl remained motionless, her arms staying out in front of her like a zombie’s.

“I’ve put her in another trance,” said Debra. “Trances are my best spell, honestly. Really useful for annoying younger siblings.”

“Remind me not to get on your bad side,” said Claire. “Now what do we do? Please don’t tell me you’re going to try the same thing again!”

“No,” replied Debra. “Despite my, uh… extra power… I don’t think I could make that work.” At the words “extra power”, she gestured towards her nude body, blushing furiously. “God, I don’t know how Lisa does this all the time. This is so weird!”

“Should we take off our clothes too?” asked Shelly, reminded of how uncomfortable Lisa had been around her at first.

Debra pondered this. “Well… let’s see how much power I need for this next spell. I don’t want to overload myself.”

“Okay?” replied Shelly, not really understanding.

Debra turned to Lisa, who was still in zombie statue mode. “Okay,” she said, taking a deep breath in and out. “If I’m going to break this curse, it would probably help to actually know something about the circumstances in which it was cast. Recall magic was never my strong suit, but here goes!”

Debra’s face contorted into ugly shapes as she spoke the words of the recall spell. As the spell advanced, she began to move her body, stepping backward and forward, then grounding herself in a warrior’s pose, then raising her arms above her head, and then, with a final yell, pointing her arms directly at Lisa.

Nothing happened.

Debra’s chest rose and fell with her panting, and she tried her final move again. Again, nothing happened. Lisa remained as still as before.

Debra stood up straight again. “Ugh, I wish I’d practiced this spell more. I’m afraid I was always more interested in getting people to do embarrassing things than in getting them to remember stuff.”

“Don’t tell me you can’t do it…” said Shelly. After everything they’d endured tonight, this would be a disappointing conclusion.

Debra set her face in determination. “I just need some more power. That’s how it goes with spells I don’t know well. Trance and mind control I can do without even moving much, but for this we need a bunch of nude dancing to kick it off. Claire, get over here.”

Claire rushed over to her friend’s side.

“Get that skirt off and put your hand on my shoulder. I need a bit more surface area.”

Reluctantly, Claire hiked her borrowed skirt down, exposing her firm ass to the night air once more. She put her hand on Debra’s left shoulder.

“That’s more like it,” Debra said, a fire lighting in her eyes. “Now let’s do some recall.”

Debra repeated her performance, with Claire’s hand firmly clasped over her shoulder the whole time. At the final utterance, a spark jumped from her fingers to Lisa’s chest. The zombie statue became animate at once, and started running around in circles.

“Ha ha ha ha, you can’t catch me, you can’t catch me!” shouted Lisa, her body bouncing joyfully as she pranced around the roof.

“Come on now, young lady,” said Debra sternly, following Lisa at a slower pace, her shoulders slumped in exhaustion. “Don’t you want to put on your nice pink dress?”

“No no no!” Lisa screeched, increasing her pace.

Shelly looked at Claire quizzically. “What’s going on now?”

Claire shrugged.

At this point, Lisa was running in tighter and tighter circles around Debra, who stood in a sighing slump. Eventually, Debra reached out a hand and grabbed Lisa by the ear.

“Ow ow ow!” shouted Lisa. “You’re hurting me!”

“You are going to put on your dress, young lady, whether you want to or not.” Debra was already dragging Lisa to the pile of clothes, where she grabbed the olive dress with her free hand.

Lisa cowered and whimpered as the shorter girl hoisted the dress over her head and pulled it down.

“Arms through!” Debra shouted.

Lisa meekly complied, though by this time her whimpers had turned into full-blown wails.

The dress came all down, and naked Debra took a step back, putting her hands on her hips and smiling wearily at her handiwork. “There we are, all ready for Cindy’s birthday party. Now, now, dry your eyes. You look very pretty, sweetheart.”

Lisa sat down on the floor in a sulk, still sniffing.

“Now, let’s get going,” said Debra. She started patting her legs. “Where did I put those… wait, where are my… whoa…”

Then a change came over both girls. Lisa’s sniffing stopped, and she straightened up and looked at Debra in confusion. Debra dropped her arms to her side and shivered with her whole body.

“What the hell was all that about?” Claire asked.

“This is why I don’t like recall magic,” said Debra. “It brings past events to life, using the people nearby as actors. You feel like you’re being possessed by something when it happens. Like, you can look out at things, but you have no control over your body.” Debra shivered again.

“Surprise, surprise, Debra doesn’t like her own medicine,” Lisa said wryly. “It was different for me. Kind of… nostalgic, really. Although I’ve really tried to forget about that particular incident.”

“Incident?” asked Shelly.

Lisa sighed. “My mom likes to embarrass me by telling the story about my nudist phase. It was like a week in preschool when I didn’t want to wear clothes for some reason. I always told myself she made it up, or was exaggerating, but I guess Debra’s just confirmed that it actually did happen.”

“It was very exasperating for your mother, let me tell you,” said Debra. “I can’t remember the last time I felt that annoyed.”

Lisa fidgeted with the fabric of her dress. “Was that when I was, uh, cursed?”

“I don’t think so,” replied Debra. “I’ve never heard of a curse that works for a week and then comes back after more than a decade. This was just an incident from your past that made the curse easier for the caster. She must be quite an experienced witch to do something so sophisticated. And you must have really pissed her off.”

“I wish I knew how!” Lisa’s voice was muffled through the fabric of her dress, which was already half-way off. “I can’t ever remember meeting a witch before.”

“It’s okay, my next recall spell will remember it for you. But I’m going to need a bit more power for this one. Claire, lose your top as well. Shelly, time to get naked.”

Claire pulled off her tank-top, under which she was not wearing a bra. Her breasts were small, but firm like the rest of her body. “Let’s get this over with,” she said, resisting the urge to put her arms across her chest.

Shelly blushed deeply as she removed the blue dress she was wearing. She was acutely aware of the eyes of the other three girls as the dress came over her head and she stood, nervous, in just her underwear. She blushed and bit her lip.

The other three were fully naked, Lisa was unable to wear anything for more than ten minutes, and here she was feeling bashful about her modest underthings. This, after all four of them had been streaking together. Get a grip, Shelly, she told herself, before reaching shaking hands up to the clasp of her bra.

All six eyes were rivetted as Shelly’s ample bust dropped from its confinement. She felt a momentary pride in this, and this was enough to push her through to removing her panties, which soon fell about her ankles. The appearance of her dark, thick bush also brought about some stares, but these were shorter and more discrete. Lisa and Debra both had trimmed landing strips, and Claire was fully shaved.

Lisa walked up to Shelly and put a hand on her shoulder. “Thank you for doing this for me.” Then she turned to Debra and Claire. “And thank you as well. Hopefully, once this is over, we can all get dressed.”

“That’s the plan,” replied Debra, flashing a winning smile. “Claire to my right, Shelly to my left. Lisa, stay right where you are. Let’s recall.”

Debra muttered a quick trance spell while Claire and Shelly were still getting into position, and Lisa froze up once again. Then, with the other girls’ hands on her back, she took a strong, grounded stance, and prepared to cast a second, stronger recall spell. “The witch who cursed Lisa has definitely put some wards around the moment of the curse. That’s why we only got a related memory last time.”

Shelly tightened her grip on Debra’s shoulder. Claire did the same.

Debra smiled. “With all of us skyclad under this full moon, I can feel a power like I’ve never felt before. Let’s go!”

Once more, Debra spoke the inhuman incantation and moved through the physical motions of the spell. On the final step, three sparks shot out of her finger tips and hit Lisa directly in the stomach. For a moment, Lisa’s whole body appeared to glow, and then a wave of light exploded outward from her.

The wave of light felt like a physical shock-wave. Shelly lost her grip on Debra’s shoulder and stumbled backwards, tripping and landing on the roof. She winced as her bare bottom hit the rough floor.

In front of her, the recall scene was now playing out.

Lisa strode casually across the roof, approaching the pile of discarded clothes, which had grown quite large with the full outfits of Shelly, Claire and Debra, as well as Lisa’s two outfits. She looked one way and then the other. Then, biting her lip, she knelt down and gingerly picked up an item of clothing. It was Shelly’s bra.

Lisa straightened up, and then once again looked both ways. Then, with a quick, furtive movement, she wrapped the bra’s straps around her stomach and tied them at the back. Looking completely ridiculous, she straightened up, turned on her heels, and strode off again, to the other side of the roof.

As Lisa walked away, Debra slowly walked towards the pile of clothes, approaching it from the opposite direction. There was a scowl on her face and her eyes were fixed on Lisa. When she reached the pile, she stopped and looked down. The scowl deepened.

Debra made her spell-casting face again, reaching a hand out towards Lisa. But this time, instead of making loud, guttural noises with her mouth, her lips moved silently. When she was finished, she lowered her hand.

Lisa, on the other side of the roof, stopped briefly, and a visible shudder crossed her body. But she quickly regained control of herself, and approached Claire.

“It’s done,” she said, untying the bra straps from behind her. “I got that top you wanted.” Lisa held the bra by the strap, dangling it from two fingers like it was something dirty.

“Now that wasn’t so hard, was it?” replied Claire, snatching the bra from Lisa. A very un-Claire-like prissy expression clouded her features.

Lisa looked down at the ground and rubbed her foot nervously against the back of her calf.

“I asked you a question, bitch,” spat Claire.

“N-no ma’am,” Lisa stammered. “I-it was fine. Easy.”

Claire grinned smugly and folded her arms across her chest. “Good, that’s what I like to hear. You’ve done as I asked, so you can come to the party Friday.”

“Th-thank you,” said Lisa.

“Don’t get any sudden pangs of conscious or anything, okay? Remember, I’ll deny everything.”

“I won’t.”

“Good. See you Friday. Shoplifter.” Claire turned her nose up and minced off, hips swaying, bra in hand. Then, she suddenly stopped and looked down. Her eyes widened. “Hey, why am I—”

At this, the spell broke. Debra, Claire and Lisa wobbled on their feet as they regained immediate control of their bodies.

“Oh my god!” cried Shelly, springing to her feet. “That’s it! You’ve done it Debra!” Taking only a brief moment to brush the dust off her bare bottom, she bounced towards the young witch, who was still looking unsteady on her feet.

“I did?” asked Debra groggily.

“Yes!” Shelly affirmed, blushing as every part of her body seemed to jiggle in excitement. “The person who you were acting as! That must be the witch. I guess she owns a clothing store? That Lisa shoplifted from? Oh wow, it makes so much sense!”

Claire and Lisa had approached the other two, and now all four girls were standing around the pile of clothes. Claire discretely dropped Shelly’s bra back onto the pile.

Lisa rubbed the back of her neck. “I was so worried that that theft would come back to bite me, and I guess it did. Just not in the way I expected. Stephanie’s stupid party wasn’t even worth it.” She sighed deeply.

“I can understand being mad about having stuff stolen from you, but this curse seems a bit disproportionate,” Shelly said.

“I guess it would stop most people from stealing clothes though,” Debra added.

Everyone glared at her.

“I’m just saying! Witches gotta do what they gotta do sometimes, don’t they?”

“Well, I think Lisa has more than learned her lesson by now,” said Shelly.

Lisa nodded vigorously. Then, looking up at the sky, “I’m sorry Ms. Witch-Lady, it was wrong for me to steal from you. I’ll never steal another item of clothing as long as I live!” Tears were starting to form in her eyes. “All I want… is to stop being naked all the time.”

There was a moment of silence. Then Claire spoke up, looking towards Debra. “Well, now that you know about the curse, can you break it?”

Debra looked away from the other girls. It was just for a moment, but it was enough to sink all of their hopes. Lisa opened her mouth, but words couldn’t escape her throat. Had all of this been for nothing?

“I… I don’t know,” Debra stammered. “I felt the witch embody me and cast the spell, but it wasn’t quite… complete. I think Lisa was too far from the witch to really hear what she was saying, so it didn’t come through properly in the recall spell.”

There was another long silence.

“It felt like a very complicated curse,” Debra continued. “One part of it, the part of it I recognized, involved that memory of Lisa’s, from when she was a child. The witch took the discomfort she’d felt in her clothes back then, and planted it, like a seed in Lisa’s soul. The seed sprouted, and grew, and then, well… you know the rest.”

Lisa looked forlornly at the pile of clothes.

“And it’s still growing,” Debra continued. “She didn’t put any limits on the curse, as far as I could tell.”

“What does that mean?” asked Lisa.

Debra broke eye contract with her before replying. “It means that eventually you won’t be able to wear clothes at all.”

“I see,” Lisa said coldly.

Claire grabbed Debra by the forearm. “Okay, Debra, you know all this, so why can’t you break the curse? That’s what you brought us up here to do in the first place, right?”

Debra shook off Claire’s grip. “There were… other parts of it. Parts of it I couldn’t figure out. Incantations I’ve never heard before. And you can’t break curses piece by piece. I tried to do that earlier, because I thought I knew better. But I was wrong. Curses have to be broken all at once.”

“Could we try it again?” Lisa asked. “The recall spell, I mean. Maybe if it had more power…”

Debra raised an eyebrow. “We’re all butt naked. And the moon is going to go down soon. There’s nowhere I can get more power from.”

As the other three girls argued, Shelly held her chin in her hand, deep in thought. There had to be a way to solve this problem. A scientific answer. Science applied to magic, as ridiculous as that sounded.

Then she had it.

“Hey, Debra,” Shelly said. The other girls stopped their arguing and turned to face her. “How’s your cursing?”

Debra looked puzzled. “Uh, probably my best magic. That and trances. What can I say, I’m a bit of a bitch. But I don’t see what that has to do with anything.”

Shelly smiled slyly. “A curse can be anything, right? Like, it doesn’t have to be bad, does it?”

“Yeah, I guess,” replied Debra. “I could curse you to have a nice day. There was a witch who worked as a supermarket cashier who used to do that to everyone.”

Shelly’s grin widened. “Great, then why not try cursing Lisa with the opposite of the other witch’s curse?”

“You mean make her feel really uncomfortable when she’s naked?” asked Claire.

“I already do!” Lisa snapped.

“No, no, not that. Definitely not that. That would be torture! You should curse Lisa to feel really good when she’d wearing clothes! That way, you’d cancel out the effects of the other curse—at least the ones we know about—and she’d go back to normal!”

Debra cocked her head. “I dunno, it’s a bit vague. Vague doesn’t really work so well with curses. That supermarket witch I told you about? Her curse just made people a little bit happier for the following hour. If I cursed Lisa to feel good in her clothes, well, maybe that would buy her an extra ten minutes in that awful dress, but I don’t see it making a big difference.”

Shelly’s brow knitted. “Okay, then let’s be specific. Lisa’s symptoms are feeling hot and feeling claustrophobic. So you should curse her to feel cold and agoraphobic.”

“Agoraphobic?” asked Claire.

“Fear of wide open spaces.”

Debra narrowed her eyes, and the girls were silent for a long minute as she pondered the idea. Then, finally, she smiled. “Shelly, you’re a genius!”

Lisa clapped her hands and jumped for joy. “I’m going to get dressed again!”

“You betcha,” said Debra. “Okay girls, hands on my back again. This is going to take a lot of power. Lisa, get ready to be cursed.”

The girls all got in position, and Debra recited another spell. This time, no spark erupted from her fingertips. Instead, a dark cloud formed around her as she spoke the incantation, and when she finished, it slowly drifted towards Lisa, engulfing her, and then immediately dissipating.

“How do you feel, Lis?” asked Shelly.

Lisa looked down at her body and shrugged. “The same. But let’s see how clothes feel.”

On slow, hesitant feet, Lisa crept towards the pile of discarded clothing. She crouched down and picked up the olive dress.

“No,” said Debra. “Let’s test it with your real outfit.”

Lisa gulped. The last time she could remember trying to put on a pair of panties, she’d almost vomited all over Shelly. The most recent time she’d put on panties, which she couldn’t remember but had been told about, she’d ended up forcibly stripping her friends. But this time would be different. So long as Debra’s curse had worked.

Lisa rummaged through the clothes and found her black panties. She held them up to the moonlight, savoring the texture of the fabric. It had been a long time.

Then, with one last look back at her friends, she took the plunge. One leg at a time, she stepped into the panties, and then slowly, carefully, pulled them up to her crotch. The waistband snapped loudly against her skin, and she pulled her hands away.

A tense moment passed.

Lisa felt…

She felt…

She felt fine.

She gave a thumbs up to her friends, and then, with shaking arms, fished through the pile for her bra. She put it on, and her breasts felt support and stability for the first time in weeks. Once the clasp was in place, she shook her chest in triumph.

Already now, wearing a full set of underwear, she felt wonderfully, luxuriously, modestly clothed. No more jiggling boobs, no pussy on display, the wonderful feeling of soft cotton on her ass. But she couldn’t stop here. Hurriedly, greedily, Lisa pulled on her jeans, and then her top, and then her sweater, which was a bit dirty from its trip off the edge of the roof. Intoxicated by the sensations of it all, she pulled on her socks and boots, and was at last gloriously, beautifully clothed.

She looked over at her naked friends, who were all smiling back at her, and whooped triumphantly, pumping her fist in the air. The friends come together again in a group hug, flesh against fabric.

“Thank you Debra! Thank you Claire! Thank you Shelly!” Lisa cried between tears. “I can finally be a normal student again, and it’s all thanks to you! All of you are the best friends a girl could ever… could ever…”

At this, Lisa broke down sobbing. Shelly patted her on the back as the hug slowly disentangled. Claire and Debra made their way towards the pile, and pulled on their own clothes.

Clothed Lisa hugged naked Shelly and kissed the top of her head. “Thank you for never giving up on me.”

“You’re welcome.”

Then, Shelly pulled on her underwear and her dress, and all four girls were fully clothed. The only item of clothing that remained in the erstwhile pile was the ugly, too-big olive green dress.

Lisa picked it up and held it out in front of her. Her expression was a complex tapestry. She was grateful that there had been something she had been able to wear, and that this dress had been there for her and for Shelly. But it really was hideous and unflattering. And more than anything else, it reminded her of her nudity. She remembered nothing so strongly of that dress as the many times she had taken it off.

So Lisa scrunched the dress up into a tight olive green ball, put it in her right hand, pulled her arm back, and lobbed it off the roof. “Good riddance!” she yelled.

Their business concluded, the four girls headed towards the door, with Shelly producing the key. The moon had disappeared, and soon it would be morning. Lisa looked forward to lectures.

If anyone had been watching the fire escape staircase that night, they would have seen four girls descending. One, a small blonde in a pink shirt and purple skirt, seemed to have smoke rising from her ears. Another, a muscular brunette, had some holes in her yoga pants. A third, round and buxom brunette, kept looking at the fourth, smiling, and squeezing her arm.

And the fourth, a young woman with dirty blonde hair, slightly overdressed for that warm night, kept absently fidgeting with the hem of her sweater.

To be continued…