Machiko the Unclothed

Young Miyagawa Machiko died far too young. At the age of 19, she lost her life when a car that was part of a car commercial accidently ran her over. She wasn't even part of the commercial, she just happened to be at the wrong place.

When she woke, she found herself in a white, misty room. A young man sat behind a desk, writing down on some papers. Machiko walked up to him, her hands clenched against her body, and spoke to the man. "Sir, where am I?"

The man raised his finger, kept writing for a bit, and finally answered. "Miyagawa Machiko, I'm sorry to inform you that you have passed away."

"This is a joke, right? I'm not dead!"

"I'm afraid not. What is your most recent memory?"

"Well. I was walking down the street, a car lost control, and... and... nothing. Nothing after that." All color faded from Machiko's face.

"That's because you died. But fear not, for I may help you. You see, there are other worlds out there. Worlds that they would call "fantasy" in yours. I have a crisis in one of them. A emperor called Intectus seeks to expend his domain, harming the world. I want you to go to that world, and stop him however you deem fit. You do that, and I'll grant you a single wish. You may even wish to undo your ****."

"Really?" Machiko smiled in relief. "But how can I do that? I have no special abilities."

"That's what this mirror is for." He snapped his fingers, and a mirror appeared in front of Machiko. "With this mirror, you can change your stats. When you are done, it'll pick a class for you, and any potential perks and handicaps. Choose wisely."

She stood in front of the mirror, and looked at her stats. Her defense was only a 5. Not wanting to die again so soon, she put all her remaining skill points in defense, raising it to 9999999. It might not have been the best move, but now she at least would be pretty hard to kill.

"Alright, let's see what the mirror picked for you." The mirror slowly turned brighter, and it read...

Machiko the Unclothed

"Sir, what kinda class is the Unclothed?" She asked.

"Let me see." He grabbed a small blue book from his pocket, flipped through the pages, and said, "The Unclothed is a rare class, for those who put all their points into defense. You're nigh indestructible, nor can you feel any pain..."

"That's great!"

"With the handicap being that you can never wear anything, or it will disappear." He continued.

"What?!" Shouted Machiko. As if on cue, her clothes disappeared, exposing her C cups and shaved womanhood. "What is up with this?"

"I told you there would be consequences for you choices. We can't change it now."

"But... I can't save the world in the nude!"

"I fear you have to. I suggest you find a small party, since you can barely hurt anyone with your attack stats." He looked at his watch, and said, "Well, time to travel to Apertus!" He snapped his fingers again, and the ground below Machiko lit up.

"No, wai-" Was all she could say, before being teleported.