Episode 2: Wipe Out

Agatha stepped out of her car as she took a deep breath, breathing in the salty air of the beach. She was dressed in a pair of sandals and a small pink bikini with yellow polka dots, something she was almost hesitant to put on after that crazy dream she had last night where she had to streak to city hall after getting locked out of her house.

At least, she thought that it was a dream. On the one hand, she remembered it so vividly, almost like it actually happened. All the humiliations she faced. Not to mention she still felt a little sore on her butt from her cactus prickling her.

On the other hand, no one except her seemed to remember anything about that series of events. When she woke up this morning, she even asked Wilma what she remembered about the other day. Much to Agatha's surprise, her neighbor stated that she stayed home the other day. In the end, the former witch decided to shrug it off as a dream, deciding to take this opportunity to have a day of rest and relaxation. And as the weather reports said that it was going to be the hottest day that Westview ever had in a while, she knew exactly where she was going to go.

Agatha grabbed her beach towel before locking her car, heading down the pathway to the beach. She managed to find a spot in the middle of the beach, laying down her towel before sitting down on it. She kicked off her sandals and was about to lie down when something caught her eye: A nearby hut-like building that read, "Wildflower Meadow's Surf Shack and Free Rentals".

"Wildflower Meadow?" Agatha thought to herself out loud before shrugging. "Parents must have been hippies."

Truthfully, Agatha had always wanted to try surfing. It looked pretty fun, and easy too. Getting up, Agatha walked over to the shack and rang the little bell. A few seconds later, a young woman wearing a lime green dress with a peace sign and a flower in her hair came up to the window.

"Hey, Sun Sister!" The woman said in a mellowed voice, making the former witch rethink her position on the woman's name. "What can I do you for on this beautiful day?"

Agatha stared in confusion for a few seconds before shaking her head and clearing her throat. "Yes, hello." She began politely, "I'd like to rent one surfboard, please."

Wildflower lifted her pink-tinted sunglasses as she looked Agatha up and down. Finally, she shook her head and said, "Sorry, Ma'am. Given the circumstances, I'm afraid that I can't let you, you know, rent a board."

"What?" Agatha asked, raising an eyebrow. "What do you mean, "Given the circumstances'?"

"Well, I hate to sound like "The Man" about anything, let alone fashion," Wildflower began carefully, "but you're not dressed for surfing. Not to mention, and don't take offense please, but you don't look like the surfing type."

"Well, yes. This would be my first time surfing." Agatha said with a frown, crossing her arms over her chest. "And what exactly do you mean by "not dressed" for this activity? I'm wearing a bathing suit. What am I supposed to wear, an evening gown?!"

"Ah, a first timer. That explains it." Wildflower said as she started to explain, only to be cut off yet again by Agatha.

"Oh, please!" The former witch said with a chuckle, "How hard can it be to balance on a board in the water? I've seen it done dozens of times. ANYONE can do it!"

Wildflower merely stared at Agatha, furrowing her brow as she blinked a few times. Shaking her head, the surfer girl/hippy sighed as she pulled out a board from behind the counter and handed it to Agatha. "On second thought," she said, "you go ahead and have fun, Dudette."

"Thank you very much." Agatha said with a smile as she took the board and carried off towards the water.

Once she was out of earshot, Wildflower merely shook her head and muttered, "I tried to warn her..."

Agatha held on to the board tightly as she stepped into the water, shivering slightly from the cold. Nonetheless, the former witch laid down on the board and began to paddle out into open water. Once she was far enough out, Agatha sat up as she looked around, mimicking the surfers that she saw on TV. That's when she saw a small wave coming towards the shoreline, the former witch smirking as she turned the board around and waited for the small wave to get closer.

She decided to stand up on the board like she saw the surfers on TV did, slightly wobbling back and forth before finally regaining her balance. However, Agatha soon heard a loud roaring from behind her as a shadow loomed overhead. Confused, Agatha looked over her shoulder. Her eyes went wide and her jaw dropped.

The little wave she was attempting to ride was now nearly five times larger as it scooped up the board, the former witch letting out a yell as she fell back into the wave, the board slipping out from under her feet. A few seconds after the wave had crashed down, Agatha erupted from the surface of the water, breathing heavily as she floated in the sea before grabbing onto her board as it floated by.

Okay... Maybe surfing was a lot tougher than it looked.

As Agatha took deep breaths, she looked towards the beach and saw two kids race towards the water, picking up two pink pieces of fabric before running back to the sand castle they were working on. Agatha did a double take at the pink fabric with yellow polka dots, her stomach tightening as her blood ran cold. Taking one hand, she brushed it against her body...

Only to feel bare skin against her fingertips.

She let out a humiliated squeak. That was her bikini! Which meant that she was out here in the ocean completely butt freaking naked!

Letting out a whimper, Agatha paddled to shore with her board before reaching the shallower waters, hiding behind a large rock. Steeling her nerves, Agatha stood up behind the rock and lifted her board up to hide behind it. Thankfully, the board was long and wide enough to hide behind as she carefully made her way towards the shack.

Her face blazing, Agatha looked around as she made her way to the surf shack. Thankfully, no one seemed to be paying attention to her, and those who did merely shrugged it off as her wearing a small, strapless swimsuit. As she got closer to the shack, she saw Wildflower at the counter reading a book while listening to the radio.

Which, to add insult to injury, was playing "Itsy Bitsy, Teenie Weenie, Yellow Polka Dot Bikini".

Once she made it to the front of the shack, she slammed her plump butt against the side of the building as she crab walked towards the window, the surfboard covering her shaved privates and C cup breasts. She stopped at the window and looked over her bare shoulder.

"Psst!" Agatha whispered, trying to get Wildflower's attention. "Psst!"

Looking up from her book, Wildflower was momentarily stunned at the sight before her. After a few seconds, however, she gave a knowing smirk. "Anyone can surf, huh?"

"Okay..." Agatha chuckled sheepishly, "So maybe surfing is a lot harder than it looks in the movies and on TV. And on a related note," she blushed until her entire body was red, "I think I now understand what you meant by I wasn't dressed for surfing."

"Lost your bikini top on the first wave, huh?" Wildflower chuckled, "I can't tell you how many times that's happened to first timers."

"Um... That's not exactly what happened..." Agatha replied sheepishly, her face getting redder.

"Lost your bottoms?" Wildflower asked, raising an eyebrow in curiosity. "Gotta admit, that's a first for a customer at my business."

"Well..." Agatha trailed off, her face looking like it was about to explode.

Wildflower blinked a few times, her brain trying to catch up. After a few seconds, she finally connected the dots and giggled in response.

"This isn't funny!" Agatha snapped quietly, glaring at the woman. "Now please shut up and get me something to wear!"

"Sorry, Dude." Wildflower said with a shrug, "I rent out surf gear, not swimsuits. Speaking of which," the woman looked at the clock on the wall, "I believe that your time for renting the board is up."

"Are you nuts?!" Agatha squeaked, glaring daggers at the woman. "You don't honestly expect me to return the board NOW, do you?! I'm naked!"

"And whose fault is that?" Wildflower asked as she grabbed hold of the board. Agatha let out a squeak as she held on to the board tightly, engaging in a little game of tug of war with the surfer girl at the stand.

"Give me the board!" Wildflower grunted as she pulled, "I don't want to call the cops on you for stealing, but I will if I have to!"

"Then give me something to wear!" Agatha responded as she pulled the board towards her.

"I told you, I don't sell swimsuits!"

The tug of war lasted for a few minutes, managing to draw a crowd of onlookers. Suddenly, Agatha lost her grip, letting go of the board as it sent Wildflower tumbling backwards into the shop with the board in her hands as she groaned and sat back up. Agatha, on the other hand, was sent tumbling forward, landing flat on her face in the sand.

Agatha groaned and lifted herself up, spitting the sand from her mouth as she sat up. Just as she was dusting herself off, a wolf whistle brought her crashing back to reality. Looking up in wide eyed horror, Agatha saw the crowd that had formed in front of her. Some where staring at her with lust. Some where covering their children's eyes. Some where laughing hysterically at the sight before them.

And some were filming her and taking pictures as she sat in the sand like an idiot!

Agatha screamed as she got to her feet, her entire body turning scarlet as she streaked past the crowd and beach goers, trying to ignore the cheers, jeers, cat calls, and wolf whistles as she ran to her towel.

Once she got to her towel, she immediately scooped it and her sandals up, placing the cloth over her front half as she ran towards the exit of the beach, squealing in embarrassment as she gave the beach goers one last view of her plump butt.

This was even WORSE than the dream where she was locked out naked!

Running down the path towards the parking lot, Agatha passed an old man with gray and black hair and a gray mustache wearing an old-fashioned swimsuit and sunglasses. As the old man turned to see the woman run by, he looked down at the coffee cup he was drinking from and tossed it into a nearby trash can.

"That's it. I'm switching to decaf." The man said with a thick New York accent.

Agatha had just managed to make it back to her car, finally wrapping the towel around herself and slipping on her sandals. For whatever good it did now. She reached out for the car door handle, only for her face to fall as she found it locked.

How was it locked?! This was her car! She had her keys! They were right there in the ignition where she left them after she...

Uh oh.

Pressing her face against the glass, Agatha let out a whimper as she discovered that, sure enough, she had locked her keys in the car! She also saw that she had left her beach bag in the car, which contained her sunscreen. And as she was completely naked except for a towel on one of the most hottest days Westview had ever had, THAT was a problem.

"Okay, Agatha, think!" The former witch said to herself as she leaned against her car. A smile soon came to her face as she snapped her fingers. "Of course! Because of that stupid dream the other night, I asked Wilma for my spare key back. And I was smart enough to place it under one of my potted plants back at - Oh..."

Her smile fell as she realized that her spare house key was still at home, meaning that she would have to walk back through town to her house. She felt a shiver run down her spine as she felt a weird case of deja vu. Which was weird because that was all a dream, right?

"Well," Agatha sighed as she looked down at her beach towel and sandals, "at least I'm kinda dressed this time."

Taking a deep breath to steel her nerves, Agatha began her trek through the parking lot, her face blazing as she clutched her towel tightly. A few minutes later, Agatha found herself walking down the sidewalk away from the entrance to the beach. The former witch looked around as she saw more people walking past her towards the beach, seemingly paying her no mind. It seemed as if no one knew that she was naked, believing that Agatha was wearing a strapless bikini under her towel. This actually made Agatha feel a little better about her situation, not having anyone know that she was naked underneath the towel. Perhaps she could use this to her -

BEEP! BEEP!

Agatha yelped as she jumped back, clutching her towel tightly. She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't realize that she was starting to walk at the middle of a crosswalk, thanking her lucky stars that the young woman on the motorcycle had stopped at the last minute. She sheepishly stepped back onto the sidewalk and waited, but was confused when the motorist merely turned the corner slowly and pulled up to the curve next to her.

That was when Agatha took another good look at the young woman and her motorcycle. The bike was painted a hot pink with white patterns, matching the helmet and jacket the woman was wearing. On her t-shirt was an image of an army of comic books with angry faces yelling in a speech bubble, "We are literature too!" On the back of the bike were what looked like two (hopefully) plastic katanas crossing over each other in an "X" shape, and the hood ornament was that of a cartoon duck dressed in a pantsuit and fedora hat while smoking a cigar.

"Hey, Ms. H! Wasn't expecting to see you out here!" The young woman asked in a voice that was, unfortunately, too familiar to Agatha. Sure enough, the former witch recognized her when the young woman removed her helmet, revealing two baby blue eyes and short, blonde hair with pink highlights.

"Hello, Gwendolyn..." Agatha sighed, fighting back the groan of annoyance that would've came from her mouth at the sight of her eighteen-year-old next door neighbor, Gwendolyn Poole.

She wasn't a bad person. Far from it! But Agatha had lived next to her long enough to see Gwen as a party animal and a wild child... And slightly annoying.

"So, where you headed?" Gwen asked as she looked her neighbor over once more. "Just about to head to the beach, myself! Heard the surf is really good today."

Agatha desperately fought the urge to laugh sarcastically at that comment. Given her predicament at the moment, she knew that the surf was anything but "good". Nonetheless, the former witch rolled her eyes and responded, "Actually, Gwendolyn, I - "

"Please, Ms. H, we've been neighbors for, like, half a year now!" Gwen interrupted with a chuckle, "Call me Gwen."

"Gwendolyn..." Agatha began again, rolling her eyes once more. "I'm actually on my way back home from the beach. An..." She paused for a second before saying, "Urgent matter just came up."

"Oh, sorry to hear about that." Gwen said apologetically. "Do you want me to give you a ride back home? I haven't installed the sidecar yet, as you can see, but you can hang on to me."

Agatha did not like that idea at all! Firstly, apart from finding her loud and annoying, the former witch also had found Gwen to be too nosey. She had no doubt the eighteen-year-old would be asking questions about her state of dress. Or rather, her state of undress.

Second, Agatha knew that Gwen had a tendency to go a little too fast on her motorcycle. She once got a speeding ticket for backing out of her driveway, something that the former witch didn't think was even possible! If she got on that bike and hung on to the blonde, all it would take is Gwen pressing the gas pedal and her towel would go flying off, leaving her to ride around Westview butt naked without even a helmet to hide her face!

"Um, thank you for the offer, Gwendolyn." Agatha said as politely as possible, backing away slightly. "But I'm afraid that I'm going to have to decline."

"Are you sure? Because I don't mind helping."

"As tempting as that sounds," Agatha said as she stood next to the back of Gwen's motorcycle, "I think I can manage on my own."

"Okay then." Gwen said with a shrug as she put her helmet back on, "Suit yourself."

"A suit is exactly what I need right now..." Agatha muttered to herself as she clutched her towel tighter. She went to back away again, only to feel a slight tug. Looking down, the former witch saw that her towel had somehow gotten stuck on one of the fake katanas on the back of Gwen's bike. As a low rumble echoed through the street, Agatha looked back up with her eyes wide in horror. Agatha opened her mouth to say something, but before she could, Gwen pressed down on the gas pedal and sped off down the street...

Taking Agatha's towel with her, and leaving the former witch in nothing but her sandals!

Agatha stood there in frozen terror for a few seconds, watching as her towel was whisked off back to the beach. It wasn't until she heard a middle-aged woman give her a wolf whistle and see her college aged companion take a picture of her butt with her phone did the former witch come crashing back down to reality.

Agatha shrieked in terror and embarrassment as her arms shot to her breasts and privates. She immediately turned and ran down the street, red-faced as she felt her plump butt jiggling behind her.

"This is a nightmare." Agatha cried out as she passed several other pedestrians who were either laughing, wolf whistling, cat calling, or jeering at her. "An absolute freaking nightmare!"

Agatha continued to run down the street, her entire body blazing as she closed her eyes in shame and humiliation. Unfortunately, closing her eyes had the side effect of causing her to trip on a fallen branch on the side walk, her eyes widening as she tumbled forward into a hole in a wooden fence. She fell forward onto the ground before tumbling into the backyard of a large house, finally coming to a halt as she landed flat on her back.

Groaning, Agatha sat up and rubbed her head, muttering obscenities as she did so. She the staggered back up to her feet, an eyebrow raised as she felt grass underneath her left foot. Looking down, the former witch noticed that she was missing her other sandal, realizing that it must have flown off as she tumbled through the hedge.

Agatha looked around the yard to see where her sandal had landed. Looking to her right, she finally saw where her sandal had landed...

And the large bullmastiff in the doghouse that it had landed in front of!

Agatha gulped as she nervously tiptoed towards the doghouse, carefully trying not to make a sound as the dog slept. As she got closer, she could see that the tag on the collar read "Lockjaw". She slowly bent down to grab her sandal, when the bullmastiff reached out a paw in his sleep and placed it over her shoe.

The naked former witch cursed her luck as she looked around for anything to switch the sandal with before spotting a rawhide nearby. Grabbing it, Agatha carefully lifted up Lockjaw's paw and slid the sandal out from underneath it, replacing it with the rawhide. The dog let out a small woof, causing Agatha to freeze fearfully. But when the dog didn't move, the former witch sighed in relief as she slowly sat the paw back down.

Picking up her shoe, Agatha chuckled quietly as she turned to walk away. But just as she took one step forward...

*Squeak!*

Agatha's eyes shot wide open as she looked down at her feet. Underneath her bare foot was a rubber dog toy in the shape of a duck. The former witch gulped nervously, her blood running cold as she head the jingling of a dog collar and a low growl. Looking over her shoulder, Agatha noticed that Lockjaw was now standing up and looking at her, giving a warning growl to his naked intruder.

"N-nice doggie..." Agatha said with a chuckle, turning around and backing away slowly, "I... I'm going to leave now. I just needed to get one of my shoes. So there's really no reason for you to - "

Lockjaw let out a series of loud barks as he bounded forward, causing Agatha to scream as she ran away from the dog, dropping her sandal in the process. The bullmastiff chased the former witch around the yard a few times before Agatha made a bee line for a tree, climbing it as she felt the rough bark against her naked skin.

Ounce up in the tree, Agatha climbed out onto a branch that was hanging over the other side of the fence. The naked former witch looked down at the dog barking away at her as Lockjaw placed his front paws on the trunk. Agatha inched further onto the branch before hearing the sound of wood snapping.

"Uh oh." Agatha squeaked, her eyes widening as she realized what that sound was. Within a few seconds, the branch snapped as Agatha fell along with it, screaming, "Why me?!"

Fortunately for Agatha, the branch she had been hanging onto was positioned over a swimming pool, which the former witch landed in with a splash. After a few seconds, Agatha erupted from the surface of the water, breathing heavily as she swam towards the pool ladder. As she got on the pool deck, the former witch noticed that she lost her other sandal somewhere in that series of events.

Agatha placed a hand over her privates and an arm over her breasts as she looked around. Fortunately, it seemed like no one was around. Unfortunately, Agatha was too tired from her ordeal to stay focused.

"I'll just rest for a minute." Agatha told herself as she laid out on a deck chair, keeping her privates and breasts covered with her arms. "As soon as I'm dry, I'll continue to try to get home." Agatha closed her eyes, allowing the warm sun to beam down on her skin. Within a few seconds, the former witch fell asleep, snoring loudly before turning onto her front and sticking her plump butt into the air.

An hour later, Agatha woke up with a yelp, hearing the sound of car doors shutting and people walking towards the gate leading out to the backyard. People were coming!

Agatha sat up, only to let out another yelp as she felt a stinging sensation on her butt. Looking over her shoulder, the former witch saw her now pink back... And her bright red, flaming buttocks!

She had been sunburned! And on her butt of all places!

As Agatha heard the gate starting to unlock, she whimpered as she realized that she had a much bigger problem at the moment. Agatha looked around for some way to escape, but over one side of the fence was that dog, and she had no idea what was over on the other side. She was trapped!

"If I can't run, then I'm going to have to hide!" Agatha thought to herself in a panic, looking around for anywhere to hide. Panicking, Agatha bolted towards a nearby shed and hid behind it just out of view, pressing herself flat against the side as she saw a woman in a striped bikini open the gate and walk into the yard. She was immediately followed by another woman.

And then another.

And then three more.

And then five men.

Soon, the yard was filled with about thirty people. Agatha paled in horror as they turned on the radio one of them brought and began to either jump into the pool or lay out in the sun.

She was trapped in this stranger's backyard naked while said stranger was having a pool party!

"Just my luck..." Agatha muttered, her eyes narrowed in annoyance. Even if she could manage to sneak away to the gate to get out of the backyard, there had to be over thirty people here. There was no way that she wouldn't be spotted!

Im the pool, blonde woman in a tiny, blue bikini and a brunette in a lime green one piece where playing with a beach ball when the blonde struck it too hard, sending the ball soaring out of the pool and through the air. And as luck would have it, it landed right near the shed were Agatha was hiding.

"Oh no." Agatha whimpered as the brunette got out of the pool and sprinted over to the shed. The former witch inched her way along the wall, closing her eyes and gritting her teeth as she heard the other woman approach.

"Don't look to the left! Don't look to the left! Don't look to the left!" Agatha prayed in her head as she trembled in fear.

Opening one eye, Agatha saw that the woman merely picked up the ball and returned to the pool. The former witch sighed in relief as she saw the woman walk away. As she peeked out from behind the shed again, she racked her brain about how she was going to distract all these people long enough for her to make an escape.

That's when Agatha felt her skin begin to crawl. No, something was crawling on her skin. She absentmindedly brushed whatever it was off her butt carefully as she tried to think of an -

"Yee-OUCH!" Agatha screamed as she felt a sharp pain make it's way across her already burnt posterior, jumping forward before turning to watch a yellow-jacket fly away. The former witch growled angrily at the insect but stopped as she realized something.

If her hiding spot was right in front of her, then where was she?

Despite her blood going cold, Agatha's entire body turned even redder than her sunburnt butt as she turned around to face the pool party...

Which was now giving the naked former witch every ounce of their attention.

Agatha and the party were quiet and unmoving for several seconds, merely staring at one another. Agatha was the first one to snap back to reality as she chuckled sheepishly and threw her arm over her breasts and wedging a hand between her legs.

"Um... Hi." She said with another sheepish chuckle as she slowly crab walked away. "I'm terribly sorry for crashing your pool party. Especially like this. So I'll just... Um..." Eyeing an inflatable pool toy in the shape and appearance of a donut, the former witch picked it up and placed it over her front half, "I'm just going to borrow this and go. H-have fun with your party."

Agatha gave a mortified smile as she continued her crab walk, pressing the inner tube against her breasts and privates as she inched towards the gate. As she slid out of the yard, she could hear the laughter beginning to form from the other side of the fence.

Absolutely mortified, Agatha pressed the donut tightly to her front as she turned and bolted towards the sidewalk. Her face was blazing as she ran down the street towards her house, constantly trying to ignore any of the comments of the people she ran by. What was worse, as she ran, she could feel the skin on her naked back and shoulders getting warmer, indicating that they were starting to get burned as well. She had to get home now before she roasted!

Finally, after an hour of running, the former witch let out a squeal of delight as she saw that she was running down her neighborhood. This nightmare was finally over! Agatha ran up to her house, tossing the donut onto a deck chair, as she lifted up the potted plant...

Only to find a note under it. Agatha picked it up and read it:

"Borrowed the key to make an emergency copy for myself. Hope you don't mind. Have a good day.

--Wilma"

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no!" Agatha whimpered. She was so close for this nightmare to end, and just as she reached the finish line, it got yanked away. This couldn't possibly get any worse!

Just as Agatha thought those words, a loud crack echoed through the air, followed soon by a downpour of cold water.

"Well," she stated flatly as she narrowed her eyes, "at least I got my shower."

Her eyes then widened as she heard a brief siren and saw red and blue lights shining from behind her...

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Wanda laughed as she shook her head, refilling her popcorn bowl and popping a piece into her mouth as she waited for the next episode...