Kristen

Twenty-two year old Kristen Krupper was having the worst week of her life. She had just moved to Malibu after bilking a rich octogenarian of his life's savings, but she blew most of it on partying, shopping, and her new town house near the beach. She needed a job, but every time she showed for a job interview, something humiliating happened.

Monday, she had an interview at a rest home for wealthy patients, but when she walked into the director's office, she found her bra was put on over her blouse, and her panties were over her slacks.

Tuesday, she left her townhouse to find herself naked on her front step and locked out. She had to cover herself with a welcome mat and ask her shocked and stupified neighbors to call a locksmith.

Wednesday, she had a job interview as a private nurse at a Beverly Hills mansion, and when the butler opened the door, Kristen was naked with her bra on her head.

Kristen thought she was going crazy. There had to be a reason for all the humiliating things happening to her, but what. Was she really losing her mind?

It was Thursday afternoon. Kristen was going to meet a man for lunch. The man needed someone to sit with his elderly mother during the day while he was at work as a Hollywood agent. She put on a knee-length navy blue skirt, light blue silk blouse, and made sure her dark brown hair was done up tight in a professional looking bun. She smiled at herself in the full length mirror by her front door and left.