Isabel agrees

All of Isabel's natural instincts are telling her to scream no and find cover. She is so terrified of the idea of being seen naked, so the idea of her streaking across a beach full of people would be having her nightmares come true. Her heart beating fast just thinking about it. Despite this, she knows she needs Megan's help to provide her with some cover, and she definitely doesn't want to be on the receiving end of Megan's wrath if she rejects her offer. Plus, part of her really wants Megan to forgive her and rekindle their friendship.

" You promise that if I do this, you'll forgive and help me?" Isabel asks weakly for the last bit of confirmation.

" I solemnly promise to help you," Megan proclaims. "And may I be punished by any deity listening if I break that promise."

Feeling that she needs to answer now, Isabel sighs and says" Fine. I'll do it."

"Great. Now we can get started," Megan replies. " Give me your bikini bottoms."

"What? Why?" Isabel asks a bit surprised by the request.

" You need to be naked. I'm not letting you streak with bottoms on. Give them to me," Megan answers matter-of-factly.

Isabel slowly and reluctantly moves her hands down and hooks her fingers around her black bikini bottoms. After hesitating for a few seconds, Isabel takes a deep breath and slowly pulls her bottoms down and off her body. She can feel the water against her now bare pussy and butt. Using her shaking hands, Isabel hands the bottoms over to Megan.

"Thank you," Megan says as she grabs the bottom. She inspects them a bit to see if they are real. " Victoria's Secret Mid-rise. You have nice taste."

Isabel ignores Megan's comment and faces the direction she is going to be streaking. She can see the changing stall that she is supposed to go to. It looks like a well-made mini wooden shed with a locking door. It is difficult to tell, but it seems like the stall is empty. Sadly, the stall isn't that close, and nearby, several people would get a look at her streaking.

"Remember, streak to that stall. Nowhere closer. No hiding or ducking. Just run straight to it," Megan instructs after putting the bottoms away.

" Got it. Thanks," Isabel responds sourly.

" Good. Better get going before more people show up," Megan replies. She then pauses for a second and then says softly, " Good luck."

Isabel can't help but notice the slight tone change in Megan's last remark. Was it sympathy? Isabel brushes that thought off for now and focuses on the changing stall. Megan is right. She needs to move before more people arrive. Fighting the growing feeling of fear and dread, Isabel tries to steel herself up and gets ready to run.