Danielle Disrobed

Danielle's sleek, straight black hair slunk from side to side gently as she counted beats and measures in her pretty head- eyes sometimes closed with passion, other times wandering the lively crowd- hazel orbs searching for affirmation as she concentrated on the notes and melodies she was supposed to be playing.

She sheepishly looked to the side to get a warm smile from her bandmate Tom who played the bass- and a one handed thumbs up from Joseph who played drums, currently only busy with one-handed snare drum.

The open air felt nice as she was dressed in a fluttery white blouse, jean shorts, and ankle high brown boots. Her slender, pale frame was all but dwarfed by the mahogany toned electric guitar she held, a simple strap around her neck and one shoulder. When moving her head failed, she would tap or stomp one of her booted feet to get her timing back.

And today they didn't sound half bad at all- this was a local event, but a big one at that- and she was optimistic that long hours of practice and just building rapport had allowed her little garage band to bring their best today. They were playing a local fair, and the stage was dead center.

They played a whole lot of familiar classic tunes- and a few original compositions by one particularly creative band member, Adrian, who played the other electric guitar opposite her- he was the lead guitarist, and had a messy but well-cut head of dark blonde hair, blue eyes- and liked to wear t-shirt and jeans. He seemed focused on his playing, but every now and then his eyes would drift in her direction- was it?-

She felt herself getting a little teary- happy teary, mind you-

She fumbled a chord and mumbled a "crap!" under her breath, quickly righting her fingering. And then felt a tickle in her nose. She let out a quick, dainty sneeze away from the microphone- then returned her pretty, half-flushed face, all hazel eyes and brown locks and pink cheeks back to laugh at herself and continue playing.

However- suddenly the steady snare dropped off, and she heard a low voice gasp-

and as she caught herself on her booted foot for another time-calculating stomp-'

she didn't feel so booted at all-

in fact, the impact was a little rough, and cool.

Now that was just silly. She stood up straight-

and noticed that Tom had stopped as well.

"Come on guys! We promised a show, and a show they're going to get!?! Right everybody?!!"

"Dani, um....."

"No ums!"

"But-"

"No buts!!!" She chuckled, expecting them to get right back into it.

Then she heard an unfamiliar voice from the crowd, as someone walking by the stage to some other event remarked. "Well....one butt at least- not a bad one either!"

Um? Strange?!

Danielle chuckled, and straightened-and felt the wholly unfamiliar sensation of the smooth finish on her electric guitar- resting totally against skin- bare- bare skin?!

She looked down for a second, fingers still confusedly dancing the frets, then pulled away, shrieking as she realized she DID feel her small A-cups and rosy nipples pressing against the back of her beloved instrument! As she did so, she pulled it back again, clamping what she could for dear life as she saw her own slender bare tummy and right between her thighs- her actual bare privates- no longer private to the world!?

Below, she recognized her long, svelte legs- and her own bare feet, toes adorned with light blue polish on the nails, standing on a stage she had spent the last hour dancing about in what she was sure were her favorite ankle boots!

She had a few hang-ups to be sure- she was too skinny, her fingers and toes were far too bony looking- her ass was small- none of that mattered now, because now it was up to a panel of her peers who had seen her entire bared naked body firsthand!

She twisted on her ankle and then regretted it, turning so her bare naked hips didn't peek around the instrument, and settling for holding the cool guitar right against her breasts, belly, and thighs with two arms and letting loose a squeal of humiliation.

Her ass- her perky, tiny little butt was pointed right at her three male bandmates- without a single stitch of covering to hide any of its pale glory.

"Tom! Adrian! OH god Adrian don't look at me!!!"

Joe smirked. "It's not the WORST ass I've ever seen."

Danielle nearly charged at him, guitar still clutched close but eyes meaning ****. "Joseph Bradley-!"

"Shit, that usually means she's mad, it's a girl thing, my mom used to do it all the tim-"

Danielle stopped and realized she was flashing that same perfect bottom at a hungry crowd. She sunk down to the stage, holding her guitar close and pulling her knees up, dainty toes flexing with endless nerves on the plastic covering, ass scooting under her as she failed to become comfortable enough to cry.

Suddenly, she heard sneaker-clad footsteps approach, and then a hand on her very bare naked back- and then heard shuffling, and a shirt placed beside her.

She looked up, seeing Adrian, all concern now and big blue eyes and awful hair and-

"Adrian....Adrian I love you....thank you....you're too good...you're-"

She hungrily snatched up the garment, helplessly showing her breasts and front to the audience again as she awkwardly maneuvered it around her instrument.

"Than-kk-achooooo!"

She sneezed a cute, high pitched sneeze once more as the fabric settled around her sculpted bare shoulders....except-

she felt the strap of her guitar once more.

Looking down, Danielle saw what the rest of the crowd saw- what the world would see- what maybe the other students at school would see on Monday, oh god- what work might see-

Danielle saw her nude body, her birthday suit, her natural state.

Was-....was she stuck like this?!!?!

Adrian gasped, and hugged her- and she let him, even in the buff.

She whispered- "WHAT is going on?!! Why....why am I naked?!?! Oh god..."