Someone cuts us off

On our way out of the parking lot, a car pulls up in front of you. The driver and passenger get out, revealing the people you least expect to see together.

Zoe, the class weirdo and victim and bullying. Even you've mocked her occasionally, despite your regrets for it.

Candy, a Asian cheerleader and your former childhood friend. She left you to hang with the popular kids.

"Crap, what is she doing here?!" Rebecca snarls.

"Well , well, if it isn't my favorite target," Dana says.

Candy races up to Rebecca's window. "Holy shit! First your uniform falls off and you go streaking, now you're in an orgy car? What is going on?!"

"It's not an orgy!" Rebecca says. "We can't explain! Just let us go!"

Candy holds up her phone to record. "Come on! Just tell me and my servant!"

"I'm not your servant!" Zoe snaps.

"Hey, you lost the bet, you accept the title!" Candy sneers.

Rebecca opens the door and grabs the phone. "Give me that!"

Candy dives for the phone, but Rebecca slams it on her. Candy falls backward, noticing too late that her skirt and shirt are caught in the door as they tear off her body. Candy screams as she covers herself while her shoes fall apart right there.

"What the fuck?!" She screams. "How am I naked?!"

"Shit," Tammy mutters. "The curse is spreading."

Zoe walks over to Candy and smirks. "Serves you right."

Candy leaps up and pulls her down, pulling on her clothes. Zoe's shirt and pants come off effortlessly as her underwear and bra dissolve to tissue. Her shoes and socks were gone in seconds.

Oddly, Zoe isn't as embarrassed as the others. "Wow. The breeze feels good."

"Fucking weirdo," Candy whispers.

You stick your head out the door to break up the fight. "Look, we think there's a curse on us and we need to undo it. Are you coming or not?"

Candy glares at you and says, "If you're going somewhere with clothes, I'm in!"

She and Zoe push their way into the car, climbing over you and stroking your chest as they fumble for a spare seat. Denise guns the car before you can do anything throwing Zoe into your arms. She grabs onto your for dear life as you rocket down the highway towards the museum.

"So, do all you cheerleader go commando?" Dana mocks.

"Oh, get fucked," Candy snaps.

Dana tosses you a pervy smile. "Hopefully."