Supernatural Stripping (Third Person)

Zoe was alone. That wasn't unusual, as it was rarer to see Zoe with other people than by herself. The odd event was that she was very alone. She stood by herself in the middle of foggy woods just before dusk and true darkness fell. A chill filled the air and a sharp cold that is only felt on the winter nights hit Zoe, a frosty breeze which would be much more uncomfortable soon. Zoe noted (with a crimson blush) that the moon was rising dauntlessly like a weapon.

She snatched the zelcro of her trainers and pulled the straps free, pulling off her trainers and revealing the cutesy patterned socks beneath. Zoe wasn't dumb and she knew that people found her weird, it would be hard not to know as they made their thoughts on the matter clear to her fairly often. She tried not to listen but it was these times, by her lonesome late at night and in the middle of the darkened woods that made her realise how truly different she was from everyone else.

She was tightly wrapped with a scarf, bobble hat and large jacket. Whilst it helped keep her comfy walking out to this isolated spot, it did make the sudden difference in tempature more noticable when she removed it. And much more inconvient to remove. She took off her hat, allowing her choppy hair to fall back and unwrapped her scarf. Then she pulled off her large fuzzy jacket, an instant shiver both from the cool and the fact she was standing outside in just a tie dye t-shirt, sweatpants and socks.

She pulled her socks off, adding them to the neat clothing pile she had made. Her tiny bare feet touched against the patch of grass and mud on the ground uncomfortably. Then with an exasperated sigh, she pulled her shirt off; revealing a cute modest blue bra. Modest for now, at least.

Zoe looked around to ensure nobody was watching this humiliation. She blushed at even just the thought. While she may be odd for her difficulty in finding the correct words, she did have feelings like everyone else. Feelings that would be hurt by things like her crush making fun of her...

She was snapped out of this depressing train of thought by realising her baggy sweatpants had been added to the clothing pile without her realising it. Now her long legs and full thighs were cold. Though her face felt hot despite the fact it was freezing. She stood in the woods, her adorable underwear the only thing protecting both her modesty and body. But she knew she wasn't done yet. With trembling fingers, she moved to her bra and closed her eyes.

Her nearly comically large boobs fell free. Zoe's face went even redder despite the fact nobody was around to see. She knew that some of the cruel comments about her came due to jealousy of these. Even when she was young, they developed fast and that had led to comments and pranks on her during gym class lessons. Zoe knew she had to stand-up for herself more. Her mother had taught her that much. But when she stood out in the middle of the frosty woods with her tits exposed, she also felt ridiculous.

One article left. But it had to be done.

Her small pale bottom came into view as Zoe lowered her innocent panties, butt shining like the moon would moments later. She pulled them off and threw them away like they were hazardous material, letting them be discarded next to the arranged mass of fabric. She cringed and did a small embarrassed dance, standing on her dainty tip toes; the overwhelming thought of being butt naked the only one in her mind.

Her pale skin fully exposed from head to toe, every blemish revealed and each freckle obvious for anyone who looked. Her light pink nipples stood out from the chill, shaming Zoe even more. Yet Zoe did not strip without purpose... With a newfound determination, she looked towards the rising moon which tauntingly made it's ascent into the sky. The weak moonlight beauitfully shining against her nude body as both she and it were fully revealed.

Then her powers activated.