Her door was locked

(Chapter originally by faith on writing.com)

"Hey, Wardrobe 2, we have incoming. You done with her clothes?" Kanshi is with a note of urgency.

"Almost, sir! Buy me a few minutes and we will be good to go."

The chemicals that had saturated Yukiko's nightgown had been a critical success. As such, each of her outfits was being sprayed with a quick drying, ordorless version of the chemicals and a tiny microchip. When completed Kanshi would be able to dissolve any piece of clothing she owned with the push of a button, giving him the power to strip her bare with a puff of smoke and had the added advantage of double her sense of arousal. But that was a game for tomorrow. For tonight...

With a push of a button Yukiko's room locked with a soft click.

Yukiko was running full tilt for her room, her only objective to get away from her sudden audience. A single moment of relief washed over her as she reached her door. At long last she had reached sanctuary! No more ghosts, no more vanishing clothes, and especially no more nudity! She could put something on and call her friends and forget this whole awful ordeal ever happened.

Her door refused to open.

Yukiko's mind went numb. On reflex she yanked on the door again, and then again, seemingly hoping her sheer horror would negate the reality of the situation. But no matter how hard she pulled the door would not open. Yukiko moaned in despair as running footsteps stopped abruptly and the whispering began. Without looking Yukiko knew that the modest hallway of her Inn had filled to overflowing as a group of guests formed a semi-circle around her. The whispers and exclamations were mortifying to hear, especially the snatches of conversation she heard identifying her as the Innkeeper's daughter or admiring her naked body. Worst of all, though, was the general unintelligible murmur of simple awe and delight. The sound reminded Yukiko of Chie looking over a prime rib just before digging in.

"What an amazing ass." She heard someone say mere feet from her, and to her lasting horror heard a camera phone go off.

"No! Don't look at me!" Yukiko cried as she spun around, shielding her butt from inspection.

It only took a few seconds for her to realize her lovely breasts and tight slit were now fully exposed to the crowd. Those few seconds, alas, were all it took for a legion of cameras to blind her with their flashes. Her hands came up to shield herself from the sea of gawking faces. She was feeling dizzy with humiliation.

Suddenly...