The park

"Let's split the difference and go with the park," Mackenzie decided. "I guess I just need to go up to someone and take her clothes off, and then she'll be embarrassed and we'll be good, right?"

"As long as there are people around to witness her undressing, and she's embarrassed," Molly clarified.

"What if I get in trouble?" Mackenzie asked with hesitation.

Molly just shrugged, "well, that's just the risk you take if you don't make it look like an accident."

"Well, it's 10," Mackenzie noticed they were in the middle of the morning, "so I think there's still time to go to Wing Park in Barcaville."

"Sounds like a plan, let's hop in," Molly beckoned Mackenzie to her car as the pair made the two-hour drive to Barcaville. Barcaville was another suburb on the other side of town that Mackenzie never felt the need to go to, so it remained innocent of her wardrobe shenanigans.

The girls arrived at the park and saw there were tens of people in the park dispersed among several groups. It was late September, cool enough for people not to be wearing anything revealing, but also still temperate enough for them to go out to the park.

"So, just walk up to someone and start stripping them?" Mackenzie scanned the park for potential victims.

"Again, I'm not a lawyer so I can't help you if the cops catch you," Molly warned her, "but as long as it's within sight of other people it'll do to lift the curse."

"Alright, bet," Mackenzie set her sights on a woman wearing a t-shirt, high-cut jeans, and white keds sitting on a bench and scrolling on her phone. Turning her thinking mind off, she marched over to the woman and grabbed her by the arm to lift her up from the bench, before sheepishly eeping a "I'm so sorry..." before unbuttoning the woman's jeans and pulling them down with her panties in one fell swoop.