Go to the skyball game.

You take one last, long look at Tamsie before leaving her to the mercy of the boys. She's trying to hop away, small bare breasts bouncing while your new friend gives her ass a few more casual slaps and the other boys whistle and laugh. Her face is red with shame and frustration. You can't resist the temptation to give her a shove and watch her fall in a mud puddle, face first, panties still around her ankles. She surfaces, kicking and spluttering, even angrier than before.

You could stay and watch, but you have other responsibilities to take care of. You race across town to the arcane academy, where the skyball game is taking place. There's a queue for tickets, but you're so fast that not even the wizard on the gate notices you sneaking in. You find a seat in the front row of the bleachers and wait for the two teams take the field.

The local team, the Dragons, is the first to enter. They zoom out of the gates astride their broomsticks, five pretty witches in dark green two-piece uniforms. Tight sleeveless tops and flouncy pleated skirts that fall away when they fly upside-down, exposing the modest pairs of shorts underneath. Asis is tall, with big breasts and long braids and dark skin, just as you were told she was. She's the leader, zipping around the stadium, soaring close to the crowds' heads and whipping them up into a frenzy of cheering as she shouts Dragon battle-cries. The other four girls are equally attractive, of course, but you made a promise to get Asis' panties and you're going to keep it. You wait till she comes close to you, then pause time.

Asis isn't far away. Standing on tip-toes, you're just able to reach up and grab hold of her ankle. You pull her down towards you and remove the broom from between her legs, leaving her hanging in mid-air as if gravity is frozen for her. It's an interesting sight, and leaves you questioning how exactly your curse works. Better not look a gift horse in the mouth, though. You peel the shorts down a pair of long, luscious, coffee-coloured legs, noting with pleasure that she doesn't wear anything beneath them. She keeps her pussy neatly groomed, nothing but a little landing strip of dark hair to decorate it. You give her a kiss and stuff her shorts into your pocket. You put her back on her broom, reposition her about where she was and start time up again.

You watch her circle the arena, zooming just above the faces of the crowd as they crane their necks to look up at her. She hasn't realised what you've done yet, and she gets most of the way back around to you before you have the pleasure of watching her face change. Quickly you pause time again, and run over to get a good look at what the people beneath her are seeing.

You stand below her and look up. The broom is between her legs, so you can't actually see her pussy, but it's obvious she's now naked beneath her skirt. You can get a pretty good look at her well-toned, athletic ass. Her expression of surprise tells you that she's just worked out she's given the whole audience a show. She's been moving so fast that they won't have gotten a good look, but most of them will have seen something. They'll wonder if they imagined it. They'll turn to each other, ask their friends to confirm that the local skyball hero forgot her underwear.

Poor Asis. She'll have to play with no panties, and that's only the beginning of her problems. You're going to give her a very uncomfortable day.