Jean?

Opening her front door, Rhonda discovered a certain petite redhead on the other side, decorated with barcodes much like her and looking very pissed. "Jean?"

"Knew I'd find you asshat." Jean snarled, her arms folded over her smaller chest. "I thought that I had gotten away with those salts and you would take the fall for me-"

"You ditched me!" Rhonda disagreed hotly.

"But now I can't wear clothes anymore all because I left my fucking ID in my fucking car!" Jean continued. "You should've seen how everyone cat-called me when I was walking home after I woke up with these all over me!" She gestured to her slender body and where the barcodes were placed on it. "And when I got home, every piece of clothing I owned was gone!"

"Same thing happened to me." Rhonda tried to sympathize. "You know, I'm still mad as hell over the betrayal, but I also can't help but pity you. Wanna come inside?"

"Ugh, fine." Jean accepted reluctantly. "Anything to get away from all these peeping toms."

Once the other naked woman was allowed inside and settled herself in the kitchen, Rhonda had a few questions to ask Jean. "So if you got the naked punishment like I did, then what happened to Rocky?

"I have no idea." Jean answered while pouring herself some coffee. "I remember waking up on an operating table overhearing how most of the people punished like this are women. Not sure what happens to the men. And the doctor who visited me was the same one you took nudes with."

"Beatrice Gordon?" Rhonda said. "She's actually pretty nice, and has a fuckin' hot bod to boot. I'm actually planning to hang with her today until you came along. In fact, wanna come with?"

"And be watched again?" Jean moaned. "I'm not so sure. I think I'll just stay here and then when you get back, you can drive-" SPANK! "Hey!"

"Sorry!" Rhonda apologized cheekily. "You always had a cute butt and now that you're naked, it's even more spankable!"

"Christ, that was unnecessary." Jean said, rubbing her sore tush just as the doorbell rang again. "Who could that be?"

"Oh, that must be Dr. Gordon!" Rhonda exclaimed and she rushed over to open the door for the doctor.

Beatrice was dressed a lot more casually than Rhonda last saw her, and her clothes looked more skintight. She had a pair of workout shorts and an equally tight T-shirt with a sports bra underneath. "Hello Rhonda. Ready to go out?"

"Hey doc!" Rhonda excitedly greeted her, and Jean sheepishly waved while standing behind her. "Oh, you met Jean Gasman right? She came in earlier because she was sick of being leered at, and is also pretty mad at me for making her end up like this."

"Hello Dr. Gordon." Jean sighed heavily as a form of greeting the doctor. "I'm doing alright so far. No **** transporting here!"

"That's splendid miss." Beatrice beamed. "Now then, would you be willing to join Rhonda and I for a walk?"