"Don't hold back!"

“Um,” says Meg, thoughtfully, still staring at the mortified Upknott Unicorns. It’s taking the five girls of the basketball team a very long time to shuffle from one end of the Old Quad to the other, since as previously mentioned, their shoelaces have been tied together. “Can I ask you to… do something?”

“Of course! You summoned me to make me your ****. Don’t hold back!”

“Could you, um…” Meg leans over and whispers in your ear, her hot breath tickling your face. One corner of your mouth turns up in a sardonic half-smile. “Are you sure?”

“Um… I think so.”

“Sometimes it’s better to take these things slowly. Don’t go all the way. Remember, the basketball team and I will both still be here tomorrow.”

“Yes, but…”

“What?”

“I?”

“Yes?”

“I… really really want to do it now.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yes.”

“You don’t want to save it for another day?”

“Will it lose its impact?”

“Probably not, to be honest. That’s part of the demon magic. Nobody ever gets used to my little pranks.”

“Well, then,” says Meg, a slow smile creeping across her pretty tomboy face as she cuddles up to you, one arm resting on your leg, eyes still firmly fixed on her seething bra-and-panty-clad nemesis. “Let’s make it happen.”

“Your wish is my command,” you say, as there’s a clap of thunder and a small black stormcloud begins to form in the sky. Curiously, it’s located just above the five basketball girls. There’s a short, sharp downpour, drenching the astonished girls in very cold water and landing not a single drop of rain on anybody else. A chorus of “Eeks!”

And, while the whole campus watches and takes pictures, the underwear of the five girls begins to shrink.

The look on Jo’s face is a sight to behold as her sports bra slides up and over her full jiggly breasts, revealing her chocolate nipples. Her thong gives her a brutal wedgie, drawing tighter and tighter between her toned but ample buttocks until, inevitably, it snaps.

She can’t lower her hands, of course. That would be breaking the rules of the forfeit.

Meg bursts into loud laughter, clutching her sides and pointing at the squirming sportswomen. From every direction cameras are pointing, phones snapping away, smiling faces gleefully ogling the young ladies’ discomfiture.

Tammy’s polka-dot panties, the blonde’s black bikini briefs, the Latina’s grey spandex boyshorts, the redhead’s lime green thong, shrink one by one into nothingness and vanish with a few faint pops as the now utterly mortified girls realise to their horror that they’re stranded stark naked in the middle of campus, shoelaces still tied and hands still planted firmly on their heads. They squeal, squirm, curse and whimper, but there’s no way to escape the grim reality.

“Hey, everyone, look! The Unicorns are NAKED!”

“Jo’s NAKED!”

“Tammy’s NAKED!”

“Everyone is NAKED!”

“What pathetic naked losers! Hahahahaha!”