The Nude Mutant

Jean quickly grabbed a freestanding sign from outside one of the shops, bright yellow writing advertising "everything must go!", and held it up in front of her naked body, as she side-stepped along to keep her back to the wall. She felt like someone from a cartoon reduced to nothing and wearing a barrel and suspenders for clothes, although in the cartoons it was rarely an attractive redheaded girl who was exposed.

"Come back!" Jean called to the new mutant, who responded by giving her the finger. Jean looked around her, all of the eyes on her, people laughing and pointing at her nudity. She really wished she had the mutant power of invisibility instead.

A sudden knocking behind her made her jump. She looked around and realised she had been side-stepping past an arcade and diner, and dozens of people, mostly young boys, had gotten a clear view of her naked rear. Jean squealed and without thinking she turned so they could only see her front, protected by the sign she carried, but this then presented her backside to the crowd on her other side. She spun back again, pressing her slightly plump buttocks against the window and provoking a cheer from the audience on that side.

-Looking good, Jean!- she heard Storm's thoughts.

-Storm! A little help?!- she thought back.

-You're not enjoying the attention?-

-Please, Ororo, help!-

-Maybe-

-Maybe?-

-I'm just thinking of what it's worth to save your rather attractive behind-

-Anything!-

-I want your music collection-

-Yes, it's yours!-

-And you're doing my chores for three months-

-Fine, just help me!-

-One cover, coming up-

Jean's admirers were disappointed at the sudden dense fog which settled around them, in seconds obscuring her from view. Jean dropped the sign and ran into the fog, trying to work out where she was going.

She tried to move quietly, avoiding people, but in the expanse of grey clouds she would occasionally brush up against someone- she recieved a couple of pinches to her rear, and one guy got a handful of her breast before she pulled away.

Suddenly Jean found herself out of the fog and in a bright white room; she realised after a moment that she had stumbled blindly into a photography studio, where a young man in a tuxedo and a girl in a flowing dress where having pictures taken.

There was a brief pause, before the photographer smiled and turned his camera on Jean, snapping away madly and getting plenty of shots of every part of her body, from wide shots showing her entire predicament to close-ups of her most intimate and embarrassing areas, before Jean ran through the studio and out the back door.