Her friend ( exhibitionist path)

Dana's gaze met Candace, a friend she had known for a long time. They had worked at the same job a few years ago, and had become quite good friends. They were sitting next to each other at the table.

"Wow, Dana! If looks could kill - it's good to see you be more adventurous with your outfits again. Is there a lucky guy we don't know about?", she teased playfully.

"Heh-heh", was all Dana could say. She was not prepared to hold a conversation, especially not when her mind was occupied by the very real possibility of ending up naked in front of all these people. Before she could be teased any further, she decided to excuse herself from the table.

"I-I-need to use the toilet", she stammered, getting up from her chair. She needed some time to think, and she couldn't do it while everyone's eyes were trained on her.

As she walked towards the restrooms, she felt her boobs become...unrestrained. She looked down in horror and anticipation, knowing in her mind what she would find.

Her dress was rapidly fading away, this time both ends. From the bottom, the tops of her stockings were visible. From the top, the material was near her stomach, making what was once her dress appear more like a miniskirt. The shrinking of her outfit showed no sign of stopping, as she realized what was about to be her fate soon.

Dana covered her chest with her hands, increasing her pace. Her state of dress was already attracting unwanted attention. A couple of waiters walking past her did a double take, but she didn't bother to stop. As she walked faster and faster, she heard some gasps from the tables around her, and the occasional click of someone's phone camera.

Dana was mortified. She wanted to see who had clicked the photo, but couldn't bring herself to look at the people around her. She was starting to feel cool air all over her body - she had to hide before she lost what little clothing she had left.

She saw the door to the unisex restroom in front of her. Dana increased her pace of walking.

By the time she reached the door to the restroom, all that was left of her dress was a single thread. She could only imagine how many people were ogling her ass right now. She practically ran inside, opening the door and shutting it behind her.

For a brief moment, Dana sighed in relief. She was hidden at last. Maybe she could just stay here and avoid further humiliation. She moved towards the sink, almost by reflex - that's when her eyes fell upon herself in the mirror.

Except for her stockings and heels, she did not have a single stitch of clothing on her.

Her mind went blank with shock, as the events of the night came flooding back. She still didn't understand how this had happened to her. In the space of a few minutes, her entire outfit had somehow disappeared from her body.

Her erect nipples reminded her of the other things she had felt - someone had been feeling her up. Despite herself, she felt her body betray her as she felt moisture building up in her nether regions.

Dana stood inside the stall for god knows how long. Despair welled up inside her as she realized she had no idea how to get out of her situation. She wanted to cry.

Suddenly, something interrupted her thoughts.