"...in only her PANTIES!"

"NO DON'T LOOK AT ME! DON'T!"

But it was too late. Everyone was looking at Susie Snook, as she stood in stage in nothing at all but her little white cotton panties, arms clasped firmly across her small breasts as the spotlight exposed every inch of her to the laughing, hooting, cat-calling barbarians in the crowd. Where on earth where all her clothes?

She looked up, and saw her black bra, dangling in the air high above her, as if by magic. Or perhaps just fishing wire. She had to have it!

"Show us your tits," hollered Hank from the football team, as the cheerleaders cackled hysterically and pointed their phone cameras. Susie, biting her lip, now with only one arm to hide her charms, leaped for the bra, which remained stubbornly out of reach. Every time she glanced back at the crowd, her eyes picked out a new face. People she liked, people she hated, people she barely knew, complete strangers, all of them loving every second of her misfortune. Why couldn't she get the bra?

"She won't show her tits," suggested Anne-Marie, grinning hugely, "because they're too small."

"Small Boobie Susie!"

"Where's your bra, Small Boobie Susie? Can't you reach?"

"Cute panties, Susie!"

"Nice ass!"

Eventually, after a certain amount of this treatment, Susie made the sensible decision to exit stage left. A few moments later she emerged from a rear flap of the tent, accompanied by Bonnie, who conveniently had also been stripped down to nothing but her yellow panties by a bunch of eerily silent clowns. The two girls clutched their boobs and raced off down Sideshow Alley, squealing their little heads off and attracting quite a lot of attention.