Naked

“Naked, of course!” you answer.

Lynn sighs and rolls her eyes. She then gives you the mental image of the Ice Cream girl, Carly in her uniform. Suddenly, in the image, they magically dematerialize from her body. You ‘will’ the image to be true and look to the girl behind the counter. She is wiping the workspace down as, unbeknownst to her, her clothes disappear. She is oblivious at first, but then catches a glimpse of something strange in the reflection of the glass. She stares at it for a second then looks to herself. Slowly the realization that something is missing comes over her.

Carly straightens up and looks down at her naked body. Her eyes grow wide in shock and horror. She pats her hands over her breasts and thighs to make sure her eyes aren’t deceiving her. Sure enough, there is nothing but naked skin where she slaps. She looks up and makes eye contact with you. The realization that others are witnessing her moment of exposure is enough to make her shriek, “AAAAHHH!!!”

The ice cream server covers arms over her chest and she runs into the back room. You tsk in disappointment. You didn’t even get a good view because the display counter was in the way.

“See? If you had gotten her to strip for you, you’d have gotten a better show,” Lynn points out, having observed the same scene.

“Unless you figured a way to mess that up too,” you grumble.

“You’re the one who granted the wish,” Lynn points out. “I had nothing to do with how things went down.”

“Well now we’ll never know, will we?”

“You want a do over?”

Your mind’s eye suddenly goes through the last few minutes in reverse.