A roadside camp

Cindi fell a few inches from the ground and stumbled on the soft grass, stumbling on a tree root before catching herself.

“What? Wh-where am I now?” She looked down when she felt air. “Shit!”

‘No!’

Cindi finally came to a certain realization.

‘It only activates when I put on clothes. This can’t be happening to me!’

While excited before, she s now filled with dread at the implications of her new reality. A permanent nudist.

‘At least until I figure it out I hope. Wait, are those voices?’

Cindi looked in the direction of the dense foliage and crept closer to the people, only stopping when she could finally hear and see what was happening. There were too many bushes in the way for a proper view, but she could see people holding weapons, two against seven from her perspective.

“..it’s us Sodomy Sam.” The one in front was saying.

“Heh heh. Ya think yer tha first to try. When will ya bastards learn?” And he quickly pulled a six shooter out and fired.

Gasp. Cindi quickly covered her mouth and held in a scream.

His partner was too late to stop him. “Wait Sam! Dammit…” Bit he was too late as he was gunned down by those men opposite as he reached for his gun.

Sam however had taken out three men before bullets riddle his torso. That didn’t stop him as a second gun came into play while trying to unsuccessfully dodge. He kept moving and firing and soon he was the only one left, albeit with many more holes on his body. One man however still had some life left and with his dying breath, shot Sam in the eye.

‘Oh my god! What was that about? And those looked like old west clothing.’

Cindi found a clear path through the brush and entered the camp. It was then she saw some horses by a dirt road with a couple ride to a tree.

‘I must be in a rural part of the state. Maybe there is something useful they had…oh gross!’ She turned around t spare herself a solid image. It wasn’t the gore that upset her, that was a daily part of some television and movies after all.

‘I guess that is way they called him that.’ And she started searching the bounty hunters.

Sodomy Sam was wearing special pants that had no front with snaps around the opening. His long flaccid cock was showing and his sac appeared to have its own support.

‘Why does this paper look so old? And what is the Federal Union of Heroes?’ She held up the bounty picture of Sodomy Sam, then resumed her search for something useful.

While Cindi was examining the contents of the deceased, Sam was healing. She did not hear the bullets coming out and dropping to the dirt, or see the wounds visibly close.

The next thing she new, an arm snaked around her waist and she screamed. Then she felt pain on the side of her temple and nothing.