"Bondage girls in section five."

“Ugh! Amy makes me so mad!”

You and Meg are in Lacy’s, a department store in downtown Waxford, lurking invisibly in the women’s change rooms. It’s nice to just hang out and watch as much as you want as a succession of lovely young ladies, both college students and wealthy tourists, come in to try on jeans and bras. Meg’s in a temper, though.

“There’s no witch’s mark in my pussy! Why does she keep looking there?” Only this morning, Amy made Meg and Beth lift their skirts in front of the entire lecture theater and spread their pussy lips for everyone to see while she slowly tickled their vulvas with a feather. You thought it was hilarious. “We have to get her back, Sitri! You promised!”

“I’m working on it, Meg. You just have to be patient.”

“Grrr!” Meg, sulkily, grabs all the clothing off the floor of the women’s change room. The current occupant, a curly-haired big-boobed girl named Rachel who happens to live in Meg’s dorm, is checking herself out naked in the mirror, and doesn’t notice as Meg vindictively shreds her pile of cute skirts. She does notice, however, when Meg grabs the dressing-room curtain and rips it down.

“Eeek!” Rachel, suddenly exposed naked to the whole store, gasps and blushes. Luckily, it’s a department store, so there are clothes absolutely everywhere. She sprints to the nearest rack and grabs a man’s T-shirt, pulling it hastily over her head. Nobody’s actually noticed her yet.

“Damn it! Does nothing work today?”

“You just have to use a little imagination. Here. Let me try.”

You snap your fingers. Rachel’s T-shirt disappears. Ropes from nowhere slither around her body, hobbling her ankles, harnessing her breasts, pinning her arms behind her back. A pair of lacy women’s panties flies across the store to land in her mouth, gagging her, held in place by a long strip of cloth.

The curtains to all the other women’s change rooms disappear, exposing the women inside. Some of them are nude except for socks, others in jeans and bras, others in blouses and panties. They squeal and cover themselves comically. Before they can make a move for the clothing racks, more bondage ropes appear.

“Bondage girls in section five,” says a metallic voice over the intercom. “Repeat. Sale on bondage girls in section five. Act now for a great price.”

Shoppers begin to appear between the clothing racks. Two rich tourist women from New York City point and laugh, and there’s the click of a camera as someone immortalizes Rachel’s naked bondage shame. The wide-eyed student has nowhere to hide as she’s suddenly surrounded, unable to snatch more clothing off the rack or move faster than a hop.

“Attention. We regret to inform you that some of the bondage girls are NAKED. Repeat. Some of the bondage girls are NAKED. We apologise for the inconvenience. That is all.”