Exposed on Stage

"I've got a request" a middle aged woman from the audience raised her hand. "I want to see him naked as soon as possible, but I want him to strip not because he's **** to, but because he needs to."

The request confused and horrified James. He didn't want to be naked in front of a crowd of strangers. Which meant that there was no way that he was going to strip unless ****, right?

"You heard the lady, James," Amy said, smiling at her helpless subject. "I'll make this simple for you. You absolutely hate the clothes you're wearing. They're the tackiest, most uncomfortable, most embarrassing things you could wear. You'd rather go naked than wear what you've got on, but you won't even need to think that far ahead, since you don't care what you'll look like without those clothes, you just need to get them away from you as quickly as possible. Begin."

Amy was right! James immediately felt the discomfort of his clothes. Fuck, why today of all days did he have to pick this outfit? Why did he even own this outfit? It was terrible. He started yanking off his clothes, not caring about damaging the clothes or exposing himself. He simply could not stand to be wearing such horrible things.

Getting the shirt, the pants, and the underpants off were easy. The socks were harder. He had to sit down to properly take those off, after standing up to get the pants and underwear off. Finally, he had rid himself of the nightmarish clothes. They were all in a pile on the stage, but James couldn't even stand to look at them.

"James" Amy called. He immediately turned to look at her. "You are stuck to that chair. Your emotions are normal again. Now look down."

James did as Amy commanded, looking down, and realizing that he was completely naked. He looked back up at the pile of clothes, and the audience beyond. He blushed deep and tried to cover himself as best he could before getting up to retrieve his clothes, but he found that he couldn't get out of the chair. Why did he have to throw the clothes so far away?

Amy let James stew for a few moments, and then spoke again. "James, sit up straight, spread your legs, put your hands on your head, and then freeze." His body obeyed without him, leaving him unable to hide anything from the audience.