They strip Alice

Alice held her hands up. "I'm not going to fight all of you. Let's just forget this ever happened. I'll go my way, you go yours." Alice tried to walk away but no one would let her.

"Oh, but it did happen!" Danni shot back at her. "Since you didn't make a choice, I'll make one for you." She looked at her gang. "Strip the slut! I don't want her left in one wearable shred of clothing. Tear it all off of her!"

"Please! Just let me go!" Alice found herself begging as the girls closed in tightly around her, their hands grabbing and tugging at her clothes, ripping them to shreds. Pieces of her top came flying out of the crowd, followed by her skirt, shoes, and socks. They left nothing wearable until they were down to her underwear. They all started giggling and pointing at Alice with delight. She was wearing a pair of granny panties and a very old-fashioned bra. Alice tried to keep them from tugging them off, but it was in vain. Off came the bra and off came the panties. Two of the girls waved each one like a flag, yelling "Granny panties!" over and over again.

Alice was totally humiliated. She tried to hide her nakedness with her arms and hands as she began to sob uncontrollably.

"Look at the little naked crybaby!" mocked Danni. "Anyone have scissors on them?" she asked.

"I do!" one of the girls called out.

"Bring them here!" ordered Danni. She took the scissors from the girl, then snipped them before Alice's wide eyes. "You need a makeover!" she laughed. She grabbed Alice by the hair and began hacking away big chunks of it as close to her scalp as she could get. She left a stripe of hair down the middle of her head, similar to a Mohawk. "There! That's a much better look for you! You'll have to shave those leftover tufts of hair on the sides of your head, but it looks pretty good otherwise. That is, unless someone has a razor?"