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A nervous whimper escaped Dawn's lips as Willow twitched her fingers. And-

Dawn screwed her eyes shut. After a moment she opened them again, breathing shallowly. Willow was smirking at her.

"Much better," the dark-haired Willow said.

Wh-what... Dawn hesitated. Her hair hadn't changed, nothing seemed to have changed, just-

She glanced down, and shrieked, hands immediately going from clutching the curtain to clutching herself. Her clothes! What had Willow- why had Willow-

Dawn whimpered, suddenly finding herself utterly and undeniably naked, the feel of the curtains against her back suddenly much more pronounced. One moment she'd had on jeans and a top and a jacket, the next- She felt long, bare legs brush together, skin against skin, another shriek escaping her lips as she pressed her hips together.

She quickly changed tack, grabbing at the curtain behind her, trying to get enough purchase to wrap it around herself; there wasn't enough of it. She pulled as hard as she could, blushing, managing to hold it over one of her boobs if she gripped tightly, but little else.

She still hadn't stopped whimpering by the time she gave up, opting to return to crossing one arm over her modest tits, hand gripping her other upper arm as that arm dipped lower. Dawn hunched nervously forwards, suddenly bright red.

"W-Willow," Dawn squeaked.

Willow smirked.

And then the door burst open. Dawn yelped as her sister walked into the room; Buffy blinked, Dawn shrieking again as Buffy saw her like this.

"Get away from her!" Buffy said.

Willow turned; Dawn still whimpered, squirming on the spot. Oh god, why- what-

Buffy was still trying to talk Willow down; Dawn wasn't in much of a position to pay attention to what they were saying, mortified both at the fact Willow had opted to use her apparently limitless control over Dawn's shape purely to strip her naked, and at the fact Buffy had seen.

Willow took a step away. Dawn shrieked and started sprinting for the door, eager to get out of that room; there were far too many people in it. She made it as far as the door, only for it to slam shut thanks to more magic; Dawn yelped, banging on it, pert ass shaking a little behind her before she remember her situation.

Dawn screamed again, spinning back around, and yelped to see Buffy heading for her.

"Don't go," Willow said playfully. "We're all friends."

Dawn didn't think she could have blushed any more. She backed into the door, still trying vainly to cover up with her arms, fidgeting every second. Meanwhile Buffy tried talking to Willow, the exchange apparently not changing their friends' mind.

Something- Something was happening. Dawn screwed her eyes shut, swaying slightly. Magic, not more magic. It-

Something shifted. Slowly she realised they weren't in Rack's place any more; no, this was familiar, this was...

Her legs almost gave way, but humiliation somehow gave her the power to stay upright, stumbling briefly, needing to grab onto the counter to steady herself. Wait, this was the Magic Box, why had Willow brought them-

"Sorry, the trip can be kind of rough. If you're, you know, not me," Willow said. She smirked.

And Xander, Jonathan, Andrew were suddenly in the room. The arrival of the trio, but especially Dawn, merited a double take. Yelping, Dawn hastily brought her hands back to her body, skin slapping against skin as she put an end to her brief flashing.

For that moment she was more panicked about trying to hide somewhere than she was about Willow.

The Magic Box, she knew the Magic Box. There was... right! The store room, just back there; bright red, Dawn hurried and gratefully found Willow not shutting that door in front of her.

She darted through, slamming the door shut behind her and hurrying even further into the room, trying not to think about the fact pretty much all of her friends had just seen her bare behind, and had probably glimpsed the rest of her.

Even alone, Dawn didn't relax. Panting she hastily scanned the room. There was always a lot of weird stuff down here, but she'd be content with...

Ah! One of Anya's jackets, she sometimes left them down here when she was doing inventory. Dawn hurried over, giving the various magical artifacts a wide berth. Quickly she pulled the jacket on.

It dissolved into green sparkles; Dawn's eyes widened.

"No, no, no..." she muttered desperately, grabbing at the fading glimmers over her bare skin with both hands.

No! Whatever Willow had done, it seemed... permanent. Or- No, don't think that. Dawn swallowed. Maybe it was just jackets, yeah, it was just jackets she couldn't wear. She wasn't stuck stark naked for the rest of her life, no, no, definitely not, nuh-uh, nope-

A disembodied mummy hand slapped her ass. Dawn screamed, staggering away, arms flailing.

Buffy opened the door at the far side of the storage room, just in time to see Dawn stumbling forwards, arms either side of her, shaking slightly.

"Uh, Dawn, it's safe now, a... friend's here," she said. "Are-"

"AH!" Dawn screamed. "Get out! Get out, get out, get out, get out!"

Still bright red, she clapped her arms over herself again. Someone else being there was the last thing she wanted!