The Naked Knick-Knack of Truth

Witches exist. Magic exists.

Good, that’s out of the way.

Human imagination is a boundless thing- likewise the extent of perversion.

Stories, hush hush, around the world may tell of young, attractive women forced to do things in the nude. Fully nude. Birthday suited kind of nude. No accessory at all.

It’s true.

Sometimes someone out and about in the wrong place steps on a strange object. The object breaks, or is half buried, or otherwise escapes examination.

And the next time our poor beauty does- well, the thing she loves the most, has the greatest passion for- say she’s a songstress and playing on stage- an educator teaching a college class, or informing her friends- instantaneously? She’s nude, barefoot even on the spot. Stark and exposed. She looks down, squeaks (inward or outwardly) and runs away to redress, a blushing mess.

And what if it happened again? And again? Every time?!?

That’s the tale. Every time these circumstantial women bare their truth and their passion- they bare themselves as well in the bodily fashion.

Any stories you’ve heard of this totally proven affliction?