"...with her CLOTHES ON!"

"Well, yeah," said Susie, a little puzzled, blinking in the spotlight. She wore the white top and black skirt she'd started with. "Why wouldn't they be?"

"Hey," protested Anne-Marie Patchett, blonde cheer captain, who bore an odd resemblance to Kirsten Dunst in the film Bring It On. "That isn't funny."

"Isn't it?"

"No!" Anne stood up. "She's supposed to be in her underwear or something. What kind of magician are you?"

"Magic is a powerful and ancient ****," said Zamora, shrugging, as a slow smile began to creep across Susie's face. "I cannot always control it."

"Well, I speak for the entire cheerleader team when I say we want our money back."

"The show was free."

"Then I want some free money! To compensate me for wasted time! Who's with me?" Anne-Marie turned to face the audience, which included the buxom blonde Mayor Peggy, the svelte reporter Petra Wong, the tough sheriff Nina Reyes, and dozens more of the most beautiful women in Pinkwhistle, as well as quite a large number of extremely attractive female strangers from every possible corner of the cosmos. "I say we all rush the stage and... wait."

The football team was looking at Anne-Marie with enormous smiles on their handsome faces. Anne-Marie looked at Mayor Peggy, at the other cheerleaders and at the trio of Japanese schoolgirls sitting behind Doc Topper. Then, slowly, she looked down at herself.

"EEEEEEEEK!"

The Japanese schoolgirls gasped, yelped, covered themselves and made adorable noises in Japanese. Mayor Peggy howled with indignity and tried to hide behind a chair. The cheerleaders, suddenly the focus of a considerable amount of football player attention, squealed and wriggled and twisted and ducked behind each other, feeling eager eyes glide over the bodies from every direction.

None of it was any use.

Every single woman in the audience had just discovered, all of a sudden, that she was completely naked. It was far too late to escape. There was no hiding the smorgasbord of jiggling boobs, wiggling bottoms, creamy and chocolatey thighs, black and gold and brunette and ginger bushes from the leering eyes of the assembled boys, who made up about 40% of the audience, and who were having the time of their lives.

"Leaving so soon?" said Zamora, as Mayor Peggy led the stampede for the exit. "But I was just getting started!"

The boys followed the girls out the front door of the tent at their own pace, watching with interest to see what they'd do next. Peggy, barely managing to conceal her blonde nether curls and coconut-sized bouncing tits, plump squeezable bottom exposed for all her constituents to freely ogle, had raced halfway across Sideshow Alley before she began to wonder if the new situation was an improvement. She came to a stop at the head of a pack of sixty or seventy red-faced naked women, caught in gleaming tower-mounted spotlights in the middle of a very busy carnival before hundreds, if not thousands, of curious onlookers from every last forgotten corner of the universe.

"Hey, look," she heard someone shout. "It's Mayor Peggy! And she's NAKED!"

"EEEEEEEK!"