Continued to take off more of her clothes

(chapter originally by Phantom Pen on writing.com)

With her blouse fully unbuttoned, all it took was a slight shrug of her shoulders and the garment found itself pooled around Minako's waist. Without missing a beat, Minako's hands continued to move of their own accord, working on the fastenings of her skirt. Minako tried to object, to say something to get Mitsuru's attention and help, but nothing came out. It was as if whatever was making her do this had hijacked her body completely, leaving Minako as little more than a passenger for the ride.

Once her skirt was unfastened, Minako slowly lifted her hips off her seat, giving her the room needed to slip her skirt off her legs and onto the floor. As Minako bent down, she assumed to pick up her discarded skirt, her heart began to race as she realized her arms were instead going behind her back. Her fears were confirmed as she felt her fingers begin to manipulate the clasp of her bra.

_No! Why can't I stop myself?! I can't... not my bra! _Minako panicked, her mind racing as she feared this bizarre series of events.

Minako's protests were for naught, however, as she felt her bra go slack before slipping down her shoulders. As Minako's hands left her back and dangled in front of her, her bra finished its journey, falling in a heap on top of her skirt. Minako simply couldn't believe that, in just a few short moments, she had stripped herself down to her panties and footwear. Even worse, she had no idea what had compelled her to do this, how to stop it, or how far this compulsion would be willing to go.

Minako was still stuck watching this madness unfold as-