"You know the drill."

“Alright, girls. You know the drill.”

“Ugh,” mutters Meg, as she and Beth begin shucking their clothes. Amy and the rest of the Occult History seminar watch with smirks on their faces as the two girls stand in their underwear on the banks of Pynchplum Lake, in the well-trafficked park in the middle of campus. “Do we have to volunteer every single time?”

“You’re just so good at it! Now, class, yet another way of testing to see if a girl was a witch was to throw her in the water and see if she floated. Of course, she was always stripped first, since clothing could potentially confuse the issue by adding extra buoyancy. Even underwear.”

“Fine,” grumbles Meg, unfastening her bra. Beth’s big breasts get more attention than her small ones as both pink-nippled pairs pop free, but that doesn’t mean hers aren’t cute. Panties slip down thighs and are kicked off toes.

The two girls are left naked by the lakeside, feet squelching in the mud, adorable scowls on their pretty little faces, arms folded over their breasts and cupped between their legs. It’s completely inappropriate attire for college, a fact which their fellow students are keen to vocally remind them. Amy’s about to say something when her cell phone rings.

“Excuse me,” she says. “I have to take this. We’ll finish the demonstration when I get back.”

“Can we put our clothes back on while we wait?”

“These clothes?” Amy’s already picked them up. “Don’t worry, girls. I’ll keep them safe.”

She wanders off behind a tree, with Meg and Beth’s clothes, leaving the two bare-bottomed girls with their laughing classmates to sulk and tremble. It’s several long minutes before she wanders back.

“Spam call,” she said, brightly. “So let’s get you girls wet!”