The stripping

That latest comment alone would have once (not all that long ago, really) been sufficient for the speaker to get a piece of Ellie's mind, but now the girl did not have much to say at all. Indeed she hoped that the host was right and her body would meet the audience's approval... But only because she had to expose it anyway, she hastily corrected herself in her own head. She tries to use the same reasoning as she did before on herself, thinking hard that it is her own body to show off if she so wishes and there is nothing inherently wrong with nudity. The arguments sound much more hollow now, though... Or maybe it is the somewhat diminished but still raging on her cheeks pain that dulls any kind of rational thought.

"Do I strip now?", Ellie asks, trying and to a degree succeeding to keep her voice steady. She does not really need to ask, but it would feel too weird to strip without being prompted to and standing around waiting is not an appealing option either, although it would delay the inevitable for some time at least. "Yes, please", the host nods. "No reason to delay, is there". Indeed there is not and Ellie, trying hard to keep herself together and control her sobbing and shaking, reaches behind herself to undo her bra. It takes a few attempts but finally the loose ends are in her hands and with an immense effort the young feminist brings her hands down to a outburst of joy and triumph in the audience. Biting her lips (she discovered in the last few seconds that this keeps worse reactions at bay), Ellie puts the bra down and with a **** gasp yanks down her panties. A few awkward hops later she is fully nude.

To her not insignificant surprise, the world does not collapse around her. What has only previously been seen by a couple of boyfriends in a dimly lit bedroom (women in gym shower rooms do not count) is now closely scrutinised by the host, dozens of staff, the hundreds-strong audience and who knows how many viewers in their homes. She slowly breathes in and out again, trying to tell herself she can get through it. It is just showing some skin. She can do it.

Naked, Ellie resumes her seat... Doing it with a degree of dignity until her striped behind touches the surfaces. She just about manages not to fly up and thus avoids giving even more embarrassing views, but even on the second and much more careful attempt the "landing" is hurting madly. She needs to get out of the seat, even if the only way of doing so is to play the next twisted task. And initiating it will let people see she is not broken. She can still move forward and complete this madness with some remains of pride. Still, she is almost surprised to hear her not quite tears-free voice.

"So, what is the next task?"