Mackenzie goes for a walk

Amanda follows at a safe distance, filming on her cell phone, enjoying every bit of Mackenzie's walk of shame. The poor girl is almost more embarrassed by the ridiculous outfit than she would be if she was naked. The wind keeps her in suspense, stiffening her nipples, raising goosebumps on her thighs and threatening at every moment to lift her skirt and reveal her girly secrets.

A pair of cheerleaders walk past her, glancing her way and grinning. Amanda hears them mutter the words "...almost naked..." to each other. Judging by her whimper, Mackenzie hears it too. Every time she hears the word "naked" a thrill of shame shoots through her body, making her quiver with renewed awareness of her state of undress.

Amanda almost feels bad. Is it really okay to do something like this to a friend? Should she feel bad about using her powers to **** poor, helpless Mackenzie? Probably, right? But, on the other hand, how can anything that feels so good be wrong? Watching Mackenzie squirm and shiver, deprived of her last scrap of dignity, paraded before the whole campus... she isn't sure why it gives her such a rush. She feels like a winner. A goddess. Completely in control.

And Mackenzie is a loser. Poor Mackenzie.

It's almost half an hour before Mackenzie gets to the drama department. A few men and women in black tights are sitting on the steps outside the theatre, smoking. They gasp when they see her, and one or two of them bark wth laughter. A skinny woman with very short dark hair and a nose piercing stands up to meet her. Her dark eyes travel up and down her body, tracing her curves.

"Hi," she says. "I'm Suzanne. Care to tell me who you are?"