Episode 1: Locked Out and About

Agatha yawned as she got out of bed, smacking her lips before scratching her left butt cheek. Getting to her feet, she trudged out of the bedroom and into the hall, stopping right outside the bathroom door.

"Ralph! I'm taking a shower before heading out for the day, okay Hun?" Agatha called out. After no response, she shouted again, saying, "Ralph?! Are you - " a look of realization soon appears on her face before she mutters to herself, "Oh yeah. I made up Ralph."

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Wanda smirked to herself at that. While she did make it so that Agatha wouldn't know that she was in a TV show, she did allow her to retain some memories. Mainly the fact that she was a single woman and that "Ralph" was someone that she made up to sell her illusions. Though that last bit was now unknown to the former witch.

And while the series had a VERY lose grasp on continuity, Wanda also made it so Agatha would remember each humiliation after the next in every episode.

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Agatha closed the door to the bathroom before turning the shower on full blast. Once that was done, Agatha lifted up her pink nightshirt and tossed it into the hamper, revealing a white bra that contained her C cup breasts and her round, plump butt clad in a pair of pale gray underwear.

Soon, however, those were removed too as Agatha placed them in the hamper as will, revealing her completely naked body as she stepped into the shower. The former witch sighed blissfully as she allowed the warm water to run down her skin and through her long, dark hair.

Agatha had just grabbed a bottle of shampoo when she heard the doorbell ring.

"Ralph?! Could you - " she stopped mid sentence with a flat expression, "Right. Doesn't exist."

With a groan, Agatha grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her body before making her way to the front door. Upon reaching it, Agatha opened the door to see...

Absolutely no one.

"Stupid kids..." Agatha muttered with annoyance as she stepped out onto her porch, "Let's see how funny they find this little game when I give their parents a - "

Thunk!

Click!

Agatha looked behind her as she saw that her front door had closed. With a groan, she tried the knob, but it wouldn't budge.

"Oh, just great..." Agatha groaned as she turned back to face the street. She then shrugged and said, "I'm pretty sure I left the back door unlocked, I just go try that."

With that said, Agatha took a few steps forward on her porch, stopping in her tracks as she felt a slight breeze across her butt. Her face paled as she looked over her shoulder. Sure enough, her towel was stuck in the door.

"EEK!" Agatha squeaked as she slapped an arm over her breasts and shaved privates, diving behind one of her porch chairs.

She was naked! Butt freaking naked!

Peeking up from behind the chair, the wet and naked former witch saw that she was thankfully still alone, with no cars out on the street yet.

"Okay, Agatha, calm down!" She told herself, trying and failing to keep her cool. "Just find something to cover yourself with and go to the back door. Simple as that."

Agatha gulped as she looked around again for something to cover herself with. She spotted a potted plant on her porch that was a gift from one of her neighbors. She remembered seeing a rerun of some soap opera/sitcom last night that involved a woman in this exact same situation, the woman on the show using a potted plant to cover herself as she tried to get back into her house through the back door.

There was one key difference in these two situations, however. The woman in the show used a big leafy geranium. Meanwhile, the plant on Agatha's porch was a cactus.

It didn't take a genius to explain the problem there.

"Beggars can't be choosers..." Agatha sighed, letting out a whimper as she stood up and walked over to the cactus.

She bent down and grabbed to pot, lifting it up and positioning it over her privates. The barrel left her stomach exposed. Thankfully, the arms and flowers portion was big enough to cover her breasts, though she was careful not to hold it too close to herself.

"This is completely ludicrous..." Agatha whispered to herself as she crab walked next to her house, holding the potted plant in front of her while blushing scarlet as she kept a look out for any cars or people.

Agatha continued sidestepping around her house until she made it to her backyard. She scampered onto the porch and sat the rose bush down carefully, turning towards the backdoor. Much to her chagrin, when she turned the knob, it didn't budge either. She was completely locked outside of her house, wet and naked as the day she was born!

"Oh, this is just - OUCH!" The former witch muttered to herself as she backed away from the door, letting out a loud yelp as her bare butt made contact with the spikes of the cactus.

As Agatha rubbed her sore butt, she was unable to catch the potted plant as it fell off the back porch, the pot shattering into pieces as it made contact with the ground. The former witch groaned as she wrapped her arms around her breasts. Now what?

"Okay, Agatha, think!" The former witch muttered to herself as she leaned against her backdoor. "There has gotta to be a way back in. I know that I locked my windows last night, so those are out. Wait! I gave Ms. Martin a spare key the other day, all I have to do is just go next door and - "

Agatha's face ignited as she realized something. Ms. Martin was one of her neighbors, but she lived across the street as opposed to right next door. Meaning that, in order to get the spare key, she had to cross her street... Butt naked!

"Darn, darn, darn, darn, darn, gosh golly, dang it!" Agatha cursed to herself as she realized that she had no other choice than to leave the relative safety of her yard.

Letting out a small whimper, Agatha kept one arm over her breasts and wedged a hand between her legs as she crab walked around her house again, this time to the front of the house. Once she was at the front, she paused as she looked around once more, not seeing any cars or people yet. The former witch gulped as she steeled herself the best she could.

"Okay. One... Oh, this is humiliating... Two... I can't believe I'm doing this..." Agatha whimpered before muttering, "Three!"

With that, Agatha sprinted across the street, her entire body blazing. Just as she got in to the middle of the street, however, a car came to a screeching halt, stopping a few feet next to the now frozen Agatha. The former witch then screamed before bolting towards the house on the other side of the street.

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In the car, the driver (an old man with pale skin, a gray mustache, and white and brown hair wearing sunglasses, a brown leather jacket, brown pants, a brown sweater and a white undershirt) blinked a few times as he saw Agatha running away, her plump round butt jiggling behind her. The man looked down at his coffee cup and raised an eyebrow.

"What are they putting in this stuff nowadays?" The man asked in a thick New York accent.

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Agatha dove behind Ms. Martin's white picket fence, hyperventilating as laid out on the ground. Whoever that was in the car just saw her naked! She merely prayed that the driver wasn't someone she knew.

Sitting up a bit, Agatha peeked over the fence to see the car driving away, not daring to move until it was out of sight. Agatha got to her feet and scampered towards the front door of Ms. Martin's house, anxiously knocking on the front door with one hand before covering herself again. She pressed her bare butt up against the stone pillar holding up the awning on the porch, anxiously looking around for signs of anyone.

That's when Agatha noticed a piece of paper tacked to the front door. Pulling it off, Agatha saw that it was a note.

"Got a gig over at City Hall. Will be gone for a few hours.

--Wilma Martin"

"City Hall?!" Agatha silently shrieked, dropping the note.

Wilma Martin ran a catering company in town, specializing in hot meals, sandwiches, and baked goods. However, City Hall was located smack dab in the middle of Westview. This meant that if Agatha wanted to get back into her house, she would have to go running around town until she reached City Hall.

While completely naked!

Agatha felt her lip quivering as a whimper escaped her throat. Was she really going to do this? Another whimper. What choice did she have?

Looking around, Agatha grabbed the Welcome mat in front of the door wrapping it around herself. While it did manage to hide her breasts, privates, and mid-section quite nicely, it was unable to cover her butt that well, a portion of her cheeks sticking out. Agatha sighed, it would have to do.

Gulping, Agatha sprinted away from Wilma's house and down the sidewalk, making her way towards City Hall. She looked around, but the streets were quiet. At the moment at least. But Agatha knew that that could change at any second.

As Agatha came to a corner, she stopped in front of a large puddle of dirty water. The former witch scrunched her nose at it as she tried to sidestep around it. Just then, a car sped by, splashing the water all over Agatha, drenching her from head to foot as she spat and sputtered.

So much for her shower...

Unfortunately, what Agatha hadn't considered about this soaking was the effect it had on the doormat. As Agatha started to walk around the puddle, she felt that the now waterlogged fabric was to heavy, almost slipping from her hands and armpits a few times.

Agatha sighed as she made it to the other side of the street, realizing that there wasn't a way to keep the doormat up as it kept slipping from her grasp. Closing her eyes, the former witch dropped her covering, letting it hit the sidewalk with a wet smack.

Looking around nervously, Agatha covered herself with her hands as she raced down the sidewalk, her face so red she looked like she would explode. She stopped when she came to a bus stop, crouching behind the stone bench as she continued to keep an eye out. Just as she was about to stand back up, however, Agatha yelped as she saw a bus coming down the street, ducking back behind the bench as it came to a stop and two people came off.

"See?! I told you that this was the wrong stop!" The first person, a man, said in annoyance.

"Oh, hush will you." The second person, a woman, replied with a chuckle. "The hotel is only four blocks away from this spot."

"Four blocks?!" The man asked, stunned. "Gabby, we could have just rode there on the freaking bus!"

"We could've, yes." The woman, Gabby, said as she sat down on the bench, "But why waste a good opportunity for exercise, Zach?"

"I don't know," Zach said sarcastically, "maybe because we shouldn't let your health nut of a sister try to turn us into her little zombies?"

For the next twenty minutes, Agatha sat behind the bench as she heard the two argue with one another. "Go away..." Agatha whispered through gritted teeth, "Stop arguing and just go away!"

Looking up, Agatha gulped nervously as she saw the couple still arguing with one another. It was obvious that they weren't going to go anywhere. The former witch let out a whimper before steeling her nerves, getting to her feet and bolting down the sidewalk as she covered her breasts and privates.

"Look, all I'm saying is - WHOA! LOOK AT THAT BUTT!" Gabby yelled in shock, unknowingly bringing a blush to the squealing Agatha's face as she continued to run down the street.

Zach looked over his shoulder as Agatha's round, plump butt jiggled out of sight. He rubbed his eyes in shock as he heard a camera snap, turning to see a drooling red faced Gabby lowering her phone. "You know your wife's going to kill you for that, right?" Zach muttered.

Back with Agatha, the former witch kept running until she reached a mailbox, hiding behind it as she hyperventilated, her heart racing fifty miles a picosecond. Those people saw her naked butt! Granted, it seemed like they had no idea who she was, but it was still embarrassing. She had to get to City Hall and get her spare key from Wilma before anyone else saw her!

Peeking out from behind the mailbox, Agatha checked her surroundings. If she remembered right, she was getting closer to town, but she still wasn't out of the woods yet.

A whistling snapped her out of her stupor as she stared wide eyed at the mailman coming towards the mailbox. Letting out a small squeak, Agatha zipped right back behind the mailbox, biting her lip as she waited for the mailman to do his job.

"Oh, shoot!" The mailman said, dropping a small brown package that slid under the mailbox next to Agatha's hand.

The mailman reached down and under the mailbox as he felt around for the package. Thinking quickly, Agatha pushed the package closer to the mailman's hand, letting out a sigh of relief as the man grabbed the package and putting the package back into his satchel. Hearing footsteps, Agatha peeked back over the mailbox to see the mailman get back into his truck and drive away. Agatha closed her eyes as she took a deep breath.

"Hey, did I just miss the mailman?"

Agatha yelped in a mixture of surprise and embarrassment, pinning herself against the mailbox as she turned to her left. Standing there was another woman staring at her in concern. Her cheeks went pink as she smiled sheepishly.

"Oh, yeah. Sorry, you just missed him!" Agatha said with a chuckle as she tried to keep her body hidden behind the mailbox. "But I'm still here. The, um, Mailbox Attendant!"

Agatha wanted to smack herself for that stupid statement.

"The Mail... What?" The woman asked in confusion, raising an eyebrow.

"Um, t-the Mailbox Attendant." Agatha responded, looking around nervously. "What? You don't remember City Council setting up a system where people take the letters and packages of others and place them in the public mailboxes in their neighborhoods for them? It was all over the news!"

"No..." The woman said skeptically, "But as a member of City Council, I think that I would remember voting on something like that."

"Oh crud!" Agatha thought to herself as her face fell. There went that story. "Um..."

"Why are you hiding behind that mailbox anyway?" The councilwoman asked, "You're aware that stealing and reading other people's mail is a federal offense, right?"

"No. I mean YES! I mean - " Agatha stumbled over her words, blushing furiously as she continued to hide herself. "I'm not trying to steal anyone's mail! I'm just... Um..."

"If you're not trying to steal anything," the councilwoman began, "then perhaps you'd like to come out and explain what you're doing behind that mailbox?"

"I'd love to explain, but I... Um... Well..." Agatha stammered, her blush getting deeper as looked around nervously.

"You're not making this easy for yourself, you know." The councilwoman said, folding her arms over her chest. "Now come out from behind there right now, or I'm afraid I'll have to call the authorities."

Agatha gulped. She couldn't get arrested. Not like THIS! And she couldn't just let the councilwoman see her like this either. She had one more option... And she didn't like it.

"Okay, I'm going to - " Agatha began before gasping in "shock", pointing behind the councilwoman. "Goodness! Is that person streaking?!"

"What?! Where?!" The councilwoman asked as she turned around to face behind her. As she did so, Agatha immediately threw her hands over her breasts and privates before bolting out from behind the mailbox and down the street. "I don't see anyone - HEY! GET BACK HERE! I'm calling the police! This is a respectable neighborhood, not a nudist colony!"

Agatha squeaked in humiliation as she heard the comments directed at her from the councilwoman. She continued down the street until she came to the gates of the park. She knew that this was the fastest way to the middle of town, and by extension, to City Hall, but she also knew that people would be coming here as well.

Agatha didn't have time to think this over, however, as the faint sound of a siren rang in her ears, causing her stomach to drop. The councilwoman actually called the police on her! With no time to spare, Agatha ran through the gates and through the park, trying to find a place to hide as her feet hit the asphalt sidewalk.

Unfortunately, much to her chagrin, the park wasn't empty as she passed by several unintentional witnesses to her nudity.

"A little early for a full moon!" A middle aged woman out jogging said to her husband as they both chuckled in amusement.

"Yeah! Right on, Sister! Be free!" A group of college girls cheered.

"Meow!" One college boy said with a smirk and lust filled eyes.

"Dude, she's old enough to be your mom!" His friend said as he shook his head before adding, "Although, she is hot."

"Put some clothes on, you looney!" An elderly woman on a bench snapped, waving her cane in disgust. "I swear, there's no more decency these days!"

Agatha kept running as she tried to ignore all the comments, her entire body glowing neon red in humiliation. The former witch desperately looked around for somewhere to hide for a brief moment.

The park bathroom? No, that was the first place people would look for her.

The empty playground? No. If she was caught there, she'd be arrested for a completely different reason.

The basketball court? Where was she supposed to hide THERE?! Behind one of the poles?!

It wasn't until she came to a foot bridge over a duck pond that she saw the police cruiser pull up to the gates of the side of the park that she had just entered. Panicking, Agatha jumped into the duck pond, squealing as her lower half made contact with the cold water, before wading through it and hiding under the bridge.

She crouched down and hid under the bridge as she heard the two police officers above, shivering as she held her breath. Agatha sat there for about ten minutes before she heard the police officers walk back in the direction they came. Peeking out from under the bridge, the former witch saw the officers get back into their car and drive away, sirens blaring as they continued their hunt for the reported streaker.

Sighing in relief, Agatha came out from under the bridge and waded through the duck pond until she reached shore. She washed the mud off her feet, muttering to herself that she was going to need to take several showers when she got back home, before continuing to sprint towards the other entrance to the park, an arm over her breasts and a hand between her now wet thighs.

Once out the gates, Agatha hid behind a telephone pole next to a trash can, looking around nervously as she eyed the strip mall that was next to City Hall. She was almost home free! She caught sight of a flier that was offering French lessons, smiling a bit.

"Ooh, I've always wanted to learn French." Agatha said to herself as she reached for one of the information tabs. She stopped herself at the last second, rapidly shaking her head. "No, no, no! Focus Agatha! Get to City Hall, get your spare key from Wilma, get a ride home, get dressed, and then you can worry about getting French lessons!"

Steeling her nerves, Agatha looked to both her left and her right before sprinting across the street towards the parking lot of the strip mall. She only saw a few empty cars in the parking lot. But as she looked up at the clock tower and saw that it was noon, she knew that that could change very soon. Agatha hid behind a car and breathed heavily, looking around nervously.

That was when Agatha saw what she believed to be the end of this nightmare for her. Outside of one of the stores was a clothing rack, making the former witch beam in glee. She would just "borrow" something from there and return it once she got dressed again.

Carefully making her way over to the rack, Agatha pulled out a long, brown wool coat and slid it on, buttoning up as she smiled and looked down at herself. The coat came down to her knees, covering everything. Her nightmare was over!

However, Agatha had only taken a few steps past the clothing store when...

"Excuse me, Ma'am? You are planning on paying for that, right?"

Agatha nearly jumped at the voice, turning around to see a fancily dressed woman in her forties walk out of the store.

"This is not a Goodwill, Ma'am." The woman said with a frown, "If you want to purchase that coat, you're going to need to pay for it. And in case you're wondering, that coat is $25,000. It's genuine vicuna wool."

"Okay, so funny story," Agatha said chuckling nervously as her face began to glow, "I really need this coat so I can get to City Hall to retrieve a spare key from my neighbor. But," she sheepishly giggles, "here's the snag. I got locked out of my house kinda, sorta, well... Butt naked. So, I unfortunately don't have the money to pay for this lovely coat, but I need something to wear to cover my naked body."

The woman arched an eyebrow as she tapped her chin, the frown not leaving her face. "Actually, come inside. I think we have something for you to wear that will fit your budget."

Agatha smiled widely as she followed the woman into the store.

About ten minutes later, Agatha walked out of the store muttering obscenities under her breath at the woman, wearing only a brown paper bag with the store's logo on it, the plastic straps hanging over her shoulders. On the one hand, this was better than nothing. On the other, she had to move much slower now to avoid ripping the bag.

"Please visit this fine establishment again soon." The woman said with a faux smile, "And try not to shoplift anymore."

As soon as she closed the door, Agatha briefly flipped the woman the bird. "Fine establishment my naked butt!" She muttered as she continued her trek to City Hall, "Lady, your store is in the middle of a strip mall. Who's going to have the money to buy your clothes? In fact, I'm going to tell everyone to pay good money NOT to shop at your store!"

Agatha continued her walk towards City Hall, only to stop when she saw various cars parked outside of the building. However, she also saw Wilma's catering vans, so she knew that her neighbor was still here. Realizing that she couldn't go through the front, and probably wouldn't have anyway given her current attire, the former witch looked around and saw a ladder leading to and open air duct on the side of the building.

With a sigh, Agatha made her way to the ladder and began to climb it, slipping into the air vents once she reached the top. As she began to crawl through the vent, she heard a loud ripping sound as a breeze blew across her body.

"Of course..." Agatha muttered as she crawled through the vents, leaving behind the remains of the paper bag.

As Agatha continued to crawl through the cold and dirty vents, she could hear loud classical music coming from down below. Stopping at a vent, Agatha looked down and saw Wilma and her employees setting up what looked like some kind of buffet, Wilma herself having just finished frosting a large cake as she wiped her brow.

As Agatha thought about how to get her neighbor's attention, she was interrupted by a creaking noise. Looking down again, she paled as she realized that the vent was no longer supporting her weight.

The music suddenly came to a stop as Agatha screamed and fell from the vent, landing face first into the cake as she sent pieces flying everywhere. Getting to her feet, and covered from head to toe in frosting, Agatha groaned as she heard murmuring. Wiping the frosting from her face, the former witch gasped as she saw the large crowd in front of her.

As well as the banner that read, "Westview 130th Annual Policeman's Ball".

Slapping an arm over her breasts and a hand between her thighs, Agatha chuckled sheepishly, her body turning hot enough to melt the frosting on her body. "Good afternoon, Officers. Um... Dessert's on me?"

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Wanda chuckled as the screen faded to black. The Scarlet Witch summoned a bowl of popcorn as the second episode began...