The long journey home

Macy had only made it a street away when time unfroze, and seemed to be permanently unfrozen. She yelped, and ducked into an alley, clutching her arms to her body.

Well this was…

Technically speaking it wasn’t the worst situation she’d been in. With all the demons and magical creatures out there, she’d been in much more danger. It had just never been anywhere near this humiliating.

Someone glanced into the alley, and Macy stiffened, well aware of the sight they’d be greeted with; her, with her clothes aged off of her, left in nothing but her shoes, a mortified expression, and her arms hopelessly inadequate in an attempt to cover up her naked body.

Oh god, oh god, uh…

Macy squinted, focusing on the far side of the street. Muttering an apology to the world at large, she triggered her power to lift a manhole cover up and clang loudly into a car; the strange jumped, turning at the sound.

And Macy used that second to turn around and sprint down the alley, praying he didn’t turn and get a look at her departing ass.

She’d lost her bearings. Macy slowed, beginning to panic; she’d come up from the Haunt, split from Mel there, so this alley had to lead…

She pressed herself against the wall, catching her breath. It didn’t really matter, she still had to get onto the street to try and make it to their house. At least magic would make it easy to get through the door.

Carefully, the nude witch sidled down the alley, constantly glancing back over a bare shoulder. Hopefully she could at least distract attention.

When she reached the next street, it was far from empty. Macy swallowed, snatching her head back.

Ok, distraction, she needed a distraction. She looked out, frantically scanning the street. No obvious manhole covers, nothing she could quickly lift for a sound, or…

She spotted something. Well, she supposed, it was kind of fitting.

There was a woman in a light sundress casually walking down the street. A moment later, and her skirt flared up, revealing garish panties and eliciting a sudden shriek and, undeniably drawing a whole host of attention.

“Sorry,” Macy muttered. She took a breath, and darted onto the street, crouching between two parked cars.

She panted for a moment, cheeks warming. Step one, now she just had to get a bit further up the street, and there wasn’t any distraction she could do on everyone.

She just had to do it. She glanced down at herself, intending to make sure her tits (for starters) were at least vaguely hidden beneath her hand, and immediately regretted doing so.

Best case scenario, no one would see her nipples. That was about it; there was no hiding the curve, and if anything her cleavage was more prominent like this.

She pressed her other hand against her cunt, not content to just hold it in front. So long as her hand stayed in place…

She managed not to whimper, before she sprang out from cover and ran as quickly as she could to the next alley, cheeks burning with every step and getting hotter with each person she passed.

“So, go get closure,” Maggie whispered, still naked and crouching behind the bin. “I’ll wait here.”

“I… I am not exactly sure what would count as…”

“Oh you’ve got to be kidding me!” Maggie whispered. Of all the times to get marooned in Britain. She looked up at Harry, flushing, shifting lower to hug her knees closer to her chest.

She could hear people in the park on the other side of the bin. So long as no one came closer…

It wasn’t right for a Charmed One to regret helping someone, but she really wished she’d found a solution for Niko’s predicament that didn’t entail giving up clothes. Or that she’d at least bothered with underwear that day.

“What did you do before?” Maggie said, looking up desperately.

“I saw my son,” Harry said. “It made things… easier.”

“Do that again!” Maggie said. “Anything. Please.”

“I don’t know where we are relative to there,” Harry said.

“Ask!” Maggie said, then squeaked. “Over there! Not here!”

It was a second before Harry nodded. Ok, good, he’d figure out what to do, then they’d be a step closer to actually getting home.

She watched him walk away. She sighed in relief, and turned-

To see a dogwalker coming towards her on the path. Maggie yelped, then covered her mouth with her hands. That couldn’t have attracted attention, could it?

Oh, who was she kidding? With how her luck had gone today…

She moved away with an awkward, crouched step, the dogwalker looking down at her. It figured someone else would be using the path, now of all times; then Maggie remembered why she didn’t always keep her hands on her mouth, and hastily lowered them again to cover her tits.

She staggered back; she lost her balance, falling onto her back and kicking up uselessly for a moment, legs in the air. Flailing, she struggled to regain her balance, struggled to do anything except show off way too much of her cunt before she rolled onto her side.

Unfortunately it was the side that meant she was facing the park, and the several dozen families now facing the whimpering, flailing naked woman.

Maggie froze for a second, then squeaked and awkwardly pulled her legs back up, finally hiding her tits. They still stared, and there was no way for her to hide now they all knew she was there.

Only one thing for it.

Cheeks blazing, Maggie pushed herself up to her feet, and stumbled off the path and over the grass in the opposite direction, trying her hardest to get out of the park while being seen by as few people as possible.

It wasn’t like it was her first time streaking. Kappa hazing was… something. But at least they had the good grace to not drop her off in a public park in broad daylight.

She sat, ass on the tarmac and legs hugged to her chest, for about a minute before Harry showed up.

“Um,” he said.

“Do you know where he is?” Maggie said.

“I think so,” he said. “Do you want to stay h-”

“No!” Maggie yelped. “Did not work out. I’ll come with, and you can orb us the hell out of here the first second you can control your powers.”

“R-right,” Harry said.

He tried to be a gentleman, but there weren’t many angles with which to look down at the seated, nude Maggie without also looking down her cleavage.

“I’ll just.. get us a taxi,” he said awkwardly.

He walked off to the road. A little later, he came back, and Maggie pushed herself up to her feet and stumbled after him, hugging her arms to her body.

She ducked into the back of the car. Being less out in the open wasn’t much of an improvement though, with Harry sat next to her and the driver glancing in their mirror.

Maggie whimpered. So long as this was over soon.

One moment Mel was talking to Macy.

The next, Macy was long-gone and what seemed like a dozen people were surrounding her with camera-phones out. Mel yelped.

Wait, what? Where had they all come from?!

And then she realised that she’d only been part way to covering up. She finished the motion, then hesitated; she was still surrounded by strangers, by people who’d been seeing, photographing, how she looked stark naked. Mel’s eyes widened.

Screw covering up, she had to get out of there!

She lashed out, and charged, trying to forget that she was barrelling past people with a bare shoulder.

“Hands off!” she squealed, voice embarrassingly high.

And then they… they didn’t stop. It wasn’t like freezing, they just slowed down.

Mel hesitated. She’d seen things like this before, not unaided, but she knew she was capable of it; she could use her powers to make time flow differently around her, so that she moved much faster than everything else.

She hadn’t meant to, but… ok. Her powers were on the fritz. Great time for it.

She ducked and wove through the people on the street, not even bothering to cover up for so long as no one could see her. She’d be too fast to be anything except a blur.

That must have been how she’d ended up freezing herself, rather than everything else. So long as it hadn’t been for too long; her cheeks burned at the memory.

And so long as it didn’t happen again-

She didn’t freeze. No, that would have been too easy; freezing was instantaneous. Suddenly, rather than her powers accelerating her, they did the opposite, but barely changed her perceptions.

It was like she was suddenly running through treacle, achingly slow, and unable to do anything while she stood, nude, in the middle of the street.

She couldn’t even yelp; doing so took almost a minute of opening her mouth to wail, and came out an almost comical, deep sound. It took even longer for her to snap her arms shut, from the position she used for running to covering up her exposed body.

Several minutes standing there, wholly aware, with her tits and her cunt entirely exposed. And even when, eventually, she did manage to get her arms shut, there was nothing she could do about her ass.

Strangers surrounded her on the street. Strangers with cameras, phones, while she was stuck, futilely straining against her own magic.

Bad time for it to misfire. She’d have whimpered if she could.

Magic didn’t react well to personal gain, she’d heard that, though whether the personal gain was trying to maintain some dignity on the run home or what she’d done to Niko, she wasn’t sure. Maybe both.

It didn’t go this badly the rest of the time, though maybe her dates with Jada counted as charity. Jada certainly had a good time.

She didn’t know how long she was all-but frozen there for, moving achingly slowly. But the second she could, she started sprinting again.

Maybe she could make it home before she got stuck again. Maybe.