Pass

Somehow believing I'd been wearing a school uniform when the dream started I was now worried about what would happen if I dared to spell my next word. So I said "can I pass on this one?"

"You only get one pass. Are you sure you want to use it here" the female judge confirmed.

"Yes please" I said desperately. (Now wondering why dream me didn't think of just running away)

...

"Hmm this is interesting" Jessica said.

"W-what?" Renee questioned.

"Your first instinct while conscious was to run. While in the dream it wasn't even a consideration, correct?"

"Yeah, I guess? What about it?"

"Well it could show a disconnect between the conscious and sub-conscious. It could mean that during these incidents that part of you either doesn't want to leave them or you feel you can't even if you were to try and flee" Jessica explained.

"We-well I definately don't think it's the first one hehe" Renee laughed nervously.

"They were just examples Renee. Don't think to much of it. Besides it's not good to come to conclusions based on one point of evidence, now where was I" Jessica comforted before getting back to her enthralling smu- um... patients dream journal.

...

"Your next word is... Stadium"

Not seeing how that could backfire I continued. "S-T-A-D-I-U-M. Stadium."

Blinded by an influx of light I suddenly found the spelling bee moved to a concert stadium built to hold tens of thousands of people. In stark contrast to small theater like hall with me three or four dozen chairs. "Correct!" A judge said, prompting the now huge crowd to thunderously cheer.

"Your next word is... brassiere"

Terrified I tried to think of a way out "c-can I get another pass?"

"You only get one, please spell the word" one judge answered tersely.

"I uh can I get it in a sentence?"

"Your melons look great in your brassiere" the pervy judge answered.

Still trying to delay I asked "can I get the definition?"

"Full form of bra, a woman's undergarment to cover and support their breasts" the female judge answered with a cheery smile.

With no other way of stalling, as if compelled by god himself, I spelled the damn word. And with the last letter I was left topless. My hands now cupping one boob each. The crowd going wild with cheers, wolf whistles and catcalls.

"Your next word is... restrained"

Again not understanding how this word would effect me I cautiously stalled. Asking for a sentence and a definition. Only to be forced to belt out the letters into the mic infront of me. With the last letter my hands were suddenly ripped from my chest, pinned to my back, and... well restrained. My naked chest exposed for the whole damn crowd and the many jumbotrons.

...

Aroused Jessica rubbed her thighs together. "Desperate to cover, but forced to press my chest out to an excited crowd eagerly ogling the fleshy mounds" she actively rewrote in her head.

...

"Your next word is... thong"

"No please! Any other word just not that one" I begged knowing where it would lead.

"Spell the word Ms. Beaucorps"

"T" burst from my mouth.

"H"

"O"

"N"

With one letter left to go I fought to keep my mouth closed. Even bitting my lip. Eventually though...

"K!" I failed successfully?!

"That is incorrect. I'm sorry Miss but it seems we're going to have to give you a punishment" the female judge said sadly.

"Pu-punishment" I stuttered.

"Yes! Randomly selected from this hat!" the pervy judge said plunging his had into a magicians top hat. "And your punishment is..."