They run back trying to find their clothes

Bonnie's shrieks cut through the lively carnival atmosphere, echoing off the colorful tents and rides. She and Susie hurried toward the front of the tent, their faces flushed with embarrassment as they frantically tried to cover themselves with their hands. The once-bustling crowd, alive with laughter and chatter, hushed to whispers, their gazes locking onto the girls, making their discomfort even worse.

As they pushed through the throng of people, Susie and Bonnie felt utterly exposed, each step amplifying their sense of vulnerability and humiliation. When they reached the spot where the tent entrance should have been, they were greeted by a surprising sight: a lone man, casually leaning against an ornate pillar, his eyebrows raised in curiosity. His amused expression suggested he hadn’t expected to see them again so soon.

The man remained calm, almost too nonchalant given the situation. His eyes sparkled with amusement, as though entertained by their predicament. Still, there was a flicker of uncertainty in his gaze, as though unsure how to handle Susie and Bonnie’s sudden reappearance.

Susie's heart raced, her chest tight with both embarrassment and anger. The weight of the crowd’s stares made her skin prickle with discomfort, each glance only heightening her sense of exposure. Beside her, Bonnie stood equally flustered, her hands trembling as she clutched at her body, trying to maintain any sense of modesty.

"Where are our clothes?!" Susie demanded, her voice shaky, laced with panic and frustration. Her face burned under the intensity of the crowd’s eyes, making her feel even more exposed and ****.

The man blinked, clearly caught off guard. His eyes flicked nervously to the growing crowd behind them before settling back on the girls. "Oh," he stammered, recovering his composure. "I think this is the first time someone has come back for their magical makeover clothes. Give me a moment."

Susie and Bonnie exchanged anxious glances, still trying to shield themselves from the curious onlookers. The tension in the air seemed suffocating as they waited, their hearts pounding in their chests. Every second felt like an eternity, their skin tingling with embarrassment.

When the man returned, to their dismay, he wasn’t holding their clothes. Instead, he carried something small and shiny in his hands.

"Here are your magical makeovers," he announced with a mischievous grin. Before either girl could react, he moved swiftly.

In one fluid motion, he slapped pasties onto Susie’s nipples, then immediately turned to Bonnie and did the same. Both girls gasped, their hands instinctively flying to their chests as the sting of the pasties hit their sensitive skin. Susie winced at the slight tug of the adhesive on her bare breasts, while Bonnie squirmed at the sharp sting, her cheeks burning even redder. The **** of his hands had made their breasts jiggle, catching the attention of the crowd that was gathered behind them.

But the man wasn’t done. His hands moved quickly, and he slapped another pasty over Susie’s pussy. The sharp contact made her gasp, her thighs pressing together as she tried to shield herself from the discomfort. The pasty stuck awkwardly, making the sensation even more humiliating.

Before Bonnie could fully register what had happened to Susie, she felt the same stinging sensation as the man slapped a pasty onto her own pussy. A yelp escaped her lips, her body jolting from the sudden, invasive contact. She shifted uncomfortably, her face flushing as she adjusted to the strange feeling of the adhesive on her most intimate area.

"And since you are the first ones to come back for the complete makeover," the man continued cheerfully, ignoring their discomfort, "this one is on the house."

Without giving them a moment to protest, the man spun both of them around to face the crowd behind them. In an instant, their breasts and pussies, now barely covered by the small pasties, were fully exposed to the onlookers. The sudden movement made their breasts jiggle, prompting gasps and laughter from the crowd. Susie’s heart pounded, her body frozen in place as she fought the urge to cover herself. Bonnie instinctively moved her arms, trying in vain to shield herself from the crowd’s gaze.

Then, without warning, the man delivered a loud smack to their behinds, applying the last set of pasties to their bare asses.

"Ouch!" they cried out in unison, the sharp sting causing them to jump. The **** of the slap made their cheeks jiggle, drawing even more laughter from the crowd. The adhesive clung tightly to their sensitive skin, adding to their overwhelming embarrassment.

"That's enough!" Susie’s voice shook with fury and humiliation. She grabbed Bonnie’s arm, her fingers gripping tightly as they turned to flee. The pasties tugged uncomfortably with every step, sending jolts of discomfort through their sensitive areas, making the situation even worse.

The crowd, thoroughly entertained by the spectacle, jeered and laughed as they watched the girls’ bouncing behinds as they ran away. Susie and Bonnie hurried through the carnival grounds, their faces burning with shame as the laughter echoed in their ears.

As they fled, Susie’s mind raced. "I can’t believe that just happened," she muttered, her voice tight with disbelief as she clutched her chest, the pasties still painfully sticking to her skin.

"I know," Bonnie replied, her face equally flushed, still feeling the sting of the pasty on her pussy and behind. "What are we going to do now?"