Chapter 5 by Rowenar

What happens to her clothes next?

She loses her blouse

Lena couldn’t hold back a shriek when she looked down and sawn an awful lot of pale skin. She crossed her arms, now clad in only her bra and skirt, desperately trying to cover up her chest.

Her boobs were hardly the biggest, but she still didn’t want them plastered all over the tabloids.

Panicked, she glanced up, seeing several photographers now craning their heads to get a better view. Flustered, she stepped back.

What was happening to her?!

“I-I,” Lena began, voice shaking. “Press conference over! I’ll release a statement in- when I figure out what’s happening.”

She stumbled, trying to move back.

Where was her blouse?! She wasn’t just going to stand in front of a crowd of journalists only wearing her bra.

There was a whoosh of air, and Lena was hit with a wave of dizziness. As soon as she opened her eyes she found herself facing the crowd again.

Wait, what? She’d turned, she was trying to leave-

She turned again, and was swiftly turned back around, giving the crowd a constant view of her cleavage. On her third attempt to flee, the return to the podium was somewhat rougher, and she felt her bra clasp be undone.

Damn it, whatever was doing this had made its point. Flushing, Lena reached back, hurriedly doing her bra back up and going red as more photos were taken while she couldn’t cover her chest.

“Stop taking photos!” Lena said. “Stop that! I- I can’t- I don’t seem to be able to leave. Let’s try to behave like adults about this, I-”

The back of her skirt was suddenly yanked up. Lena hurriedly pulled it down, grateful it hadn’t been the front.

Still, she glanced over her shoulder, flushing at the prospect of someone seeing her ass.

Wide-eyed, Lena stared at the journalists. She’d gone from hopefully, to crossing her pale arms over her bra-clad chest, wearing a dishevelled skirt, and losing her panties. Fuck.

What on earth was she meant to do about this?!