The Pinkwhistle girls are NAKED!

It was the single most mortifying moment of Peggy Jackson's life.

There she stood, naked in public. Bad enough. As an astute politician, the idea of being caught naked in public made Peggy Jackson's skin crawl. She wanted to project a dignified, competent image, a leader who could get things done. So it was very important that she not be seen as a silly little girl who couldn't keep her clothes on, and whose bottom you could probably smack with no consequences.

But there she was. Naked. In public.

And she wasn't alone. Every single important woman in the town of Pinkwhistle stood there with her.

Nina Reyes, the Sheriff, not looking very tough with her heavy dark-nippled breasts bouncing and the dark curls between her powerful thighs on display. Petra Wong, the journalist, her small tits and slim brown body exposed, quite unable to hide the fact that she'd just shaved her pussy. Kitty Davis, the brunette librarian, stripped of her stern dresses to reveal her surprisingly voluptuous curves.

Sandra McCoy, the furious Amazon, using all her strength to try to break free of the magnets, and failing. Lacey Hotchkiss, the pert brunette from the antique shop, her little tits bouncing as she cursed and wailed "How indecent!" Plus every last girl from the high school! All of them totally stark bare nude, in front of all the boys!

It wasn't just Mayor Peggy. The town of Pinkwhistle itself had been stripped bare, publicly humiliated and **** to go naked in front of its most hated enemy. At least, the women of the town, which was the same thing in Peggy's view. Boys didn't really count.

And all their breasts and pussies had been painted with green glitter! One thousand breasts! Five hundred pussies! Mayor Peggy whimpered as she felt thousands of ogling eyes rove over her big, beautiful breasts and her pretty pink golden-thatched pussy, drinking it all in with impunity.

This wasn't fair! She was an intelligent modern woman, not just a pair of tits and a pussy! And so was everyone else in Pinkwhistle! Except for the men, who were all pretty dumb.

But there they stood, all the same. Five hundred red-faced, furious, mortified girls, arrayed on the bleachers, showing everyone their glitter-painted tits and pussies. While the Greenvalley girls and the Pinkwhistle boys, and a whole lot of perfect strangers, laughed and laughed and laughed.