A nudification device

"So?" asked Alice as she gazed at the address on the little piece of paper she held in her hand. "1313 Jaybird Lane. Interesting name for an address. I hope it's not an omen."

"Oh, don't be like that," said her friend Riley. "This city is not that bad. It's not like the place where I used to live where I was always having to wear a cross after sundown and I was always having to fill out a concealed carry permit for my stake and my crossbow."

"Er, what kind of place was that?" asked Alice.

"I forget," said Riley. "I've lived in so many places over the years that I sometimes forget certain place names. But then I was a military brat so moving from place to place is kinda in my blood, so to speak. Though I must admit my one year in Salem's Lot, Maine, was pretty memorable."

"You lasted a year in that place?" asked Alice.

"Oh, it was not so bad," said Riley. "The neighbors were pretty quiet during the day and as long as I ate garlic on a regular basis and carried along a bottle of holy water, I was perfectly okay. It was certainly was not as bad as this one town I visited in California... But hey! I'm keeping you from that job interview."

"I'm not so sure I want to apply here," said Alice.

"Hey, it said you had to be fully dressed," said Riley. "Isn't that the type of job you wanted?"

"Why can't I have a job like yours?" asked Alice. "You seem to be doing okay -- and you obviously get to wear clothes."

"Well, thanks, but right now I'm off work and besides the Coun -- er -- my boss probably wouldn't permit it," said Riley. "So let's go get you that job!"

As the two women stepped inside, she noticed that the place was basically just a small house with a laboratory located in the garage. In the laboratory was a brunette in her thirties who looked at Alice and said, "So you're my one o'clock."

"I guess I am," said Alice, glancing at her watch to make sure that it was in fact one o'clock. "Where do I start?"

"Well, you did fill out the online application, right?" asked the brunette.

"Right," said Alice. "And you are?"

"Lang," said the brunette. "Dr. Erica Lang. No relation, of course. I need you to go behind that curtain and remove your shoes and your jewelry. Please leave behind your watch and your purse as well."

"But I thought that I was supposed to be fully dressed for this job?" asked Alice.

"You are," said Dr. Lang. "But some substances in those items might not agree with the device that I'll be testing on you. And of course, certain forms of radiation cause havoc with the likes of a wristwatch. Which reminds me -- you do have a cell phone, right?"

"Yes," said Alice. "I keep it in my purse."

"Good," said Dr. Lang. "Keep it there. Now do what I said and then join me over here in the center of the lab."

Riley just shrugged as Alice went behind the curtain and took off her shoes, her earrings, her class ring and her watch. Then she put down her purse and walked over to the center of the lab where Dr. Lab was waiting for her with a strange-looking object in her hands.

"What's that?" asked Alice.

"A transformation device," said Dr. Lang.

"But it looks like a gun," said Alice.

"Of course it does," said Dr. Lang. "It looks less suspicious this way."

"Suspicious?" asked Alice.

"Oh, relax," said Dr. Lang. "I'm only joking. I designed it this way to make the device easier to carry. I've successfully tested it on animals and not one of them showed any ill effects. So you should be safe."

"Oh, good," said Alice. "So what does it do?"

"It removes clothing," said Dr. Lang.

"What?" asked Alice.

But before Alice could move, Dr. Lang had already fired the device in her direction. Before she knew it, she was covered with a strange glowing sensation and then -- the sensation disappeared.

As did her clothing.

All of it.

"Okay," Alice tried to say with a bravado she did not quite feel as she stood stark naked in the center of the lab. "That was fun. So when do you test out the reverse function on that thing? You know? The one that restores my clothes?'

"A device like this needs a reverse function?" asked Dr. Lang. "Interesting idea. I'm going to have to invent something like that some day."