...and fails miserably. She turns the x-ray glasses to max!

Panting, sweating and slowly grinding against her staff, Marigold turned her x-ray glasses to full power.

Every single pair of underwear around her vanished.

Terri's yellow bra and Union Jack panties evaporated into thin air. Joy's big white bra with snowflake print vanished alongside her equally big, equally white panties. Lynn... well, the teensy bit of pink stuck above her butt wasn't there anymore.

Marigold's friends were totally, one hundred percent naked and she was the only one who could see it.

"Ahaha! Leggo! Stop tickling!" Terri gasped, losing her tickle fight with Lynn. She writhed and wiggled, but Lynn kept a firm grip on her. Terri spun around in a circle, trying to fling Lynn off... and putting her face-to-face with Marigold.

Terri's boobs were tiny. Very tiny. So tiny, in fact, that they barely jiggled at all as she grappled with Lynn. Her nipples were reddish-pink and pointed out prominently out to either side of her chest.

Lower down Terri's body, below her firm athletic tummy but above the subtle curves of her thighs, was the spot Marigold pretended didn't exist. Curiosity and hot, wet heat ate away at Marigold's hesitation until she looked.

Any penance was worth the sight she saw right then.

Terri was completely pink "down there" except for a little racing stripe of light brown hair. It started right above the tiny folds where her sacred spot began, ending just an inch or two higher.

Marigold dropped a finger to that spot, right above her own burning pu- no, her kitty. She slid her fingers underneath Mercy's skirts and ran them along that special place. Even through her long johns and panties, it was enough to make her hips buck.

Joy, meanwhile, stared at Lynn and Terri with a bored look on her face. She had let the boy go and was leaning against a pillar with her arms crossed over her chest.

"Just fuck already!" Joy shouted, getting a few laughs. Marigold found herself staring at Joy and agreeing, but for different reasons.

Under her underwear, Joy was even more curvaceous. Her hips swung out to accent her juicy thighs, leading up to a modest thatch of dark brown hair, darker than the dirty blonde under her wig. Joy kept her bush short and trimmed... But it was thick enough to scratch tantalizingly at Marigold's fingers if she were to run her hand over her friend's mound.

Slowly, Marigold started tracing her fingers around her own privates.

Joy's breasts were firmly held by her invisible bra, giving them a seemingly supernatural perkiness. When Joy shifted her arms, her breasts settled just a bit, and Marigold drank in the sight of her full, wonderful tits. Big, but not too big like hers. Enough to spill over her hands, enough to bounce and play with, enough to bury her face and nuzzle between them while she tugged at Joy's wide, pouty pink nipples. Everything about her breasts was soft, warm, and inviting.

With her other hand, Marigold wrenched the staff upwards, dragging over the peak of her flaming flower. She whimpered as it brushed against a very stiff, very sensitive spot at the very tip-top of her kitty.

Finally, having gotten enough attention for the moment, Lynn released her prisoner and stepped away. "Go back to spawn!" she said with a giggle. "Not good enough!"

It was all Marigold could do to keep from exploding right then and there. Lynn's body was the perfect medium between fit and curvy. Her tummy was firm, but her thighs were soft. Her modest breasts were topped with cute, tiny brown nipples and equally cute, tiny brown areolas; perfect for pasties. Her boobs were perky, but not because of any bra. Lynn was all-natural.

Lynn was the kind of girl that everyone wanted to see naked because she wasn't just a girl: she was the best of all worlds.

And as Marigold leaned on her staff, shuddering and shaking, Lynn took a wide stance and raised her arms for victory pose. Between her legs, her tiny lips spread ever so slightly, allowing her delicate pink bean to peek out.

With that, Marigold had seen all of her friends naked. Even worse, she'd done it without their permission. Even worse worse, she'd liked doing it.

Marigold was no longer a good girl.

Marigold closed her eyes and whimpered one final time. The soaking wet heat between her legs had reached a fever pitch. She couldn't hold back her need any more.