Confrontation

Willow fired up the computer and got to work. In one tab she opened her archive of scanned in texts from the library, in another she went to an obscure website she had found useful for occult information.

"Keep a lookout while I do this." She said to Buffy.

"In case more people get to see your tushie?" Buffy nodded to the chair Willow was perched on which had a half-open back and did not cover her plump buttocks.

"Well, there is that." Willow looked round at the pale pink flesh, "But also..."

"You!" The girl Willow had encountered in the textiles room was suddenly stood right by them, looking angry. She was also now completely naked, her face was made up and her dark hair tied up in a plait around her head.

"Angry embarrassment ghost." Willow finished.

"I'll handle her." Buffy said, stepping towards the spirit of Victoria.

The nude ghost ran at Buffy, who threw a punch and passed right through her.

"Ooh, cold!" Buffy exclaimed, looking at her fist.

"You can't punch a ghost!" Willow pointed out.

"Then what am I supposed to do?"

Buffy suddenly yelped as Victoria grabbed hold of the waistband of her floral panties and yanked upwards, pulling them into a wedgie.

"Just keep her distracted," Willow replied, moving through screens as quickly as she could read, "we must be close if she's come to stop us."

Buffy pulled away from the ghost's grasp and spun into a kick, which again passed right through the girl and accomplished nothing apart from causing Buffy's shoe to slip off her foot and go flying across the room.

"She's naked now, changed her appearance." Willow talked to herself as she researched, "The hair and make up, she looks like how she did when she was created at the stage show..." Something on the screen caught her eye, she read it again, then turned to Buffy and called out, "Give her your clothes!"

"What?"

"Give her your clothes!"

"I don't have a lot to spare, here!"

"More than me."

"Is that going to help? She's been taking girls' clothes all day."

"Yes, but no one gave them willingly, just like no one helped Victoria when her dress fell apart on stage. Give them to her, if she takes them without you wanting to then it won't solve this, and she'll keep wandering the school stripping people, never satisfied, like a vampire that keeps drinking tomato juice."

"Okay, sure." Buffy lowered her guard before the ghost, then stripped off her ripped, buttonless shirt. She held it out to the spirit who took it, confused.

"Keep going!" Willow urged.

Buffy reached behind her and unclasped her white bra, her well-proportioned breasts jiggling a little as she removed the bra and handed it over. Finally she pulled down her panties, revealing a firm toned ass and neatly-trimmed blonde crotch.

The spirit held Buffy's shirt and underwear, and the confusion turned to a relieved smile. There was a brief flash of light, and she was gone.

"Is that it?" Buffy looked around.

"That's it." Willow confirmed, switching off the computer and standing to join her friend, "She's gone and this whole embarrassing ordeal is over."

Both of them heard a handle turning and looked at the door of the classroom, where thirty students were about to make their way in.

"Except that we're both in school completely naked." Buffy pointed out.