China Girl

For the first time in her life, Christine actually wished she was in the middle of London naked. She would actually prefer not to be anywhere naked, but given that she was, she would have preferred to be somewhere she at least spoke to language. She clambered out of the fish tank, aware of the strange looks she was getting from the customers in the restaurant as they wondered how a nude woman had suddenly materialises out of thin air and landed there. Christine pushed her wet hair back from her eyes again, and shivered as the cold water still clung to her skin. Seeing as no one appeared inclined to help her, she grabbed a menu off the nearest table, held it in front of her crotch and, leaving a trail of wet footprints, went out onto the street.

Although it was clearly late, the street was packed with locals, and the occasional tourist, who were all very pleased to see the attractive doctor emerge onto the pavement, dressed in nothing but a strategically-placed menu. She looked both ways, hoping to see the girl who seemed to have caused her all of the trouble, but there was no sign of her. What she could just make out, however, was a building right at the end of the street with a large circular attic window very similar to the one she had just been in, in London. Deciding that had to be more than just a coincidence, Christine decided to head towards it.

A couple of young men approached her, speaking rapidly, but Christine did not speak a word of chinese, and they seemed to be directing their conversation at her breasts anyway, so she went past them, although found they took up more of the pavement than she was expecting as she was **** to squeeze past, feeling hands where she would prefer not to. Once she was past the men she realised she was not holding anything anymore, and the menu was gone. She turned back, but the men were also lost in the gathering crowd.

"Great." Christine muttered, holding one hand over her crotch and the other over her rear, letting her breasts hang nude, the chilly night air combined with her recent dunking in cold water causing her nipples to stand hard and proud. She carried on towards her destination.

Someone suddenly appeared in front of her from a side street, bumping in to her and sending Christine falling, to land painfully on her backside, hands on the pavement to either side and no longer covering her. Christine looked up at a girl wearing maroon robes, hair dyed dark red.

"You!" she exclaimed.

"Do I know you?" the girl replied, smiling. She was holding a package wrapped in sackcloth.

"You're the reason this has happened to me! You stole my clothes, dumped me in London and now wherever here is!"

"Shanghai."

"Yes! You did this!"

"Quite possibly, if you got too close to one of my spells. But I'm sure you can sort yourself out, I've got somewhere to be." The girl turned to leave.

"No, you don't!" Christine snarled, leaping to her feet and pulling hard on the girl's robe.

There was a loud, harsh ripping noise. Christine found a bundle of cloth coming away in her hand, and the girl was suddenly reduced to nothing but a lacy black thong. Without the robes over her she was revealed to have a voluptuous figure, her backside peachy and firm, her breasts large but perky, her stomach flat and toned. The girl looked back at Christine, then turned and sprinted up the street, still clutching the package. Christine threw the ripped robes aside as she ran after her, regretting that as soon as they had left her hand as she might have been able to wear them somehow, but she was more determined to find a way home.

The people on the street were pleasantly surprised to see the young woman wearing nothing but skimpy panties running along, and even more so by the nude woman following, ample chest heaving from all the running she had done already today.

The girl reached the building, this time going through the door with no difficulty, and disappeared inside. A few seconds later, Christine followed her in.

"All right!" Christine called between panting breaths, "Where are you?"

There was no answer, but she saw a faint orange light at the top of the stairs. She ran up, and saw a familiar burst of orange sparks surrounding her.

The sound of cheers was defeaning, especially so suddenly. Christine was dazzled by bright lights, it took her a few seconds to adjust but she knew she was surrounding by a lot of people. Like, a hell of a lot.

Sure enough, as she was able to look around, Christine found herself standing in the middle of a baseball diamond, a game in progress paused due to her sudden appearance. The stadium was packed to capacity, and beginning to light up with camera flashes. In addition, a jumbotron screen above her was cycling through various camera angles highlighting her breasts, her ass, full body shots.

"I suppose that little witch thinks this is funny." Christine muttered.