"I can travel through time."

“Hey, wait! What happened to all the girls who got locked out of the cafeteria naked? We missed it!”

“Oh, don’t worry about that,” you say, as the naked lesbians flee shrieking through the corridors of the Arts Building, pursued by laughing photography students. “I can travel through time. Would you like to hop back and check it out?”

“Sure! Oh, just tie Ki’s shoelaces together first.”

It’s… perhaps two hours ago? The seventy or so naked college girls are still trapped in the garden behind the dorm building, fruitlessly banging on the glass doors, encircled by flashing cameras, as the boys inside point and laugh at them. They’re locked out! There’s nowhere to hide, no way to get back inside the forbiddingly secure building where all their spare clothing is. Oh, how red-faced and blushy the nude girls are, how adorably they squeal and scream and shriek and squirm.

This all goes on for quite a long time. You and Meg hang around invisibly and watch. In fact, you even use time magic to prolong the situation well past its natural stopping point, so you and Meg can have invisible sex in midair. The girls feel every second of it, of course, no matter how long it goes on for.

Finally, Dr. Mungus checks his watch and realises he’s due for his next seminar. It’s not a huge problem, since he knows Lily’s class always runs overtime, but he’d still better get moving. He takes his photography students and leaves.

Of course, the girls are relieved to no longer have anyone taking pictures of them. But they’re still all locked outside the dorm building naked, in broad daylight, fully visibly from the street and anyone who happens to walk by! None of them have their student cards on them, so they can’t go round the front. The only people who can let them back into the building are the boys.

There’s a short whispered conversation through a half-open window between Rachel, the curly-haired girl with big boobs who’s appointed herself the leader of the girls, and Tom, the nondescript young freshman math major who’s appointed himself the leader of the boys. Rachel demands to be let in. Tom counters with the observation that he and all the other boys actually quite like seeing all their female friends stranded outside with no clothes on, and he thinks it’s pretty funny, and he sees no good reason not to leave them there all day.

Negotiations break down.

The girls retire to the lawn, huddling together for protection. Three tour groups pass by, and a van from the local news channel. There’s a short sharp shower of very cold rain.

Eventually, Rachel is obliged to agree that the boys hold all the cards in the situation, and the girls will have to make a few concessions.

Which is how about seventy very pretty, very red-faced college girls end up running five laps around their dormitory building (which is pretty big) without any clothes on.

They jog all the way to the end of Vanderkocken Street, the long tree-lined road which houses all the student accommodation buildings, and back again, while the inhabitants of other dorms whistle at them from the windows. They do five more laps around their own dorm, this time anticlockwise. And, finally, they line up along the sidewalk out the front of the building and perform two hundred jumping jacks, shouting “Boys rule! Girls drool!” loud enough for half the campus to hear.

Then each girl, individually, has to crawl on hands and knees into the lobby and kneel naked before the Supreme Council of Boys, headed by Tom, plus a mixed-gender group of random students who’ve wandered over to see what all the fuss is about. She has to plead her case to the Council for why she should be let back in, and pay any penance Tom deems necessary.

The other girls wait by the street outside in a long naked queue, shuffling their feet nervously and shielding their soft bodies with their hands from the laughing passers-by. Some get accepted by the Council, and gratefully race upstairs to their dorm rooms, only to discover they still don’t have any keys. Others are rejected, given whipped-cream bikinis and cat ears and told to run round Pynchplum Lake before coming back for a second interview.

“So,” says Tom, to Rachel, after what seems to both of them like a surprisingly long time. “You’re the last girl.”

“Yes, sir,” says Rachel, naked on all fours on the lobby carpet and hating every second of it. She kisses his shoes. “May I come back inside, please.”

“Hm. Well. That’s an interesting idea. Have you checked the time, Rachel?”

Rachel chokes back a hundred insults, knowing they won’t do her any good, and says, in a measured tone of voice. “No, sir.”

“Silly girl. How are you going to make your appointments if you don’t check the time?”

“Appointments, sir?”

“You’ve never noticed me before,” says Tom, in an extremely self-satisfied tone of voice, “but I’m in your linear algebra class. You know, the one where Professor Wong always makes somebody come up the front to solve questions on the blackboard?”

“Oh,” says Rachel, in a very small voice. She has, indeed, never noticed Tom before. He’s actually quite handsome now she looks at him properly. “Yes, sir. I do know that class.”

“Do you know it starts in five minutes? And it’s on the other side of campus! We’ll have to run to get there.”

“Yes, sir.”