Moira Banks

During her evening commute, an unknown homeless man accosted her while walking home from work. He slapped her arm and hit her back a few times Moira was sure there would be a bruise there later, the **** almost making her hit the pavement. The guy merely laughed as he was chased off by a couple good samaritans.

Crazy Jack managed to get nine stickers on her or her apparel, only seven taking effect since one required a written label. He had a tendency of giving more stickers to women.

Natural(she will lose her clothes within the hour and no one but her and the one who placed the mark on her will think her complete nudity is unnatural, and will actively prevent her from wearing clothes), her pubic hair fell off and a large fig leaf tattoo is now there.

Flip(entwined male and female symbols with a heart that switches sexual orientation), this tattoo imprinted itself above her heart.

Briefcase(no effect without a label), it faded to nothing so her job did not change.

Intimate Touch(people will touch or caress the bearer of this tattoo in intimate areas, thinking it normal no matter what the bearer thinks), a hand groping a bare ass that looks remarkably like Moira’s is on her outer upper left thigh.

Known(no effect since it was not properly placed), it faded away to nothing.

Money Symbol(Money seems to find the bearer of this tattoo), this green tattoo adhered to her right upper arm.

Jobless(bearer is deemed too pretty to work, will be fired and no one will hire them), a briefcase covered by a no symbol is on her left upper arm.

Breast Expansion( within an hour, a woman’s boobs will double their cup size, on man nothing will happen), a pair of breasts identical to Moira’s is imprinted on her right butt cheek with arrows pointing away from them.

Hand Behind Head(The bearer of this tattoo becomes more gullible, giving off an aura causing people to take advantage. The aura changes its flavor with each sticker tattoo), this tattoo imprinted on her left shoulder is of a hand scratching the back of a head that matches its owner. Moira’s current combination of sticker tattoos makes people want to take care of her by giving her free stuff and cash, and will take any clothes she is about to put on from her and make her think it’s a good idea. She will also think some, not all of the intimate touches of course, will be fine.

Thirty-six year old Moira works as a waitress at a Waffle House and her cheap used car has finally died, thus the bus commute. When getting on the bus that will get her closer to her apartment, the door closes on her shirt.

“Why don’t you just unbutton it?” A female passenger sitting n the front row asks her. Thinking it a good idea, she unbuttons her front, exposing the DD cup black bra beneath. Turning around to retrieve the shirt, the bus has already reached the next stop and the door opens, dropping the shirt to the ground outside and and allowing more passengers on, pushing her back up the steps. She has **** but to find a seat.

Moira then exits the bus and waits for the next bus which will put her only a couple blocks from home. She then hears a loud rip and turns to see a girl with a torn skirt with some friends.

“Damn! Now I need to change.”

“The restaurant is only a couple blocks away. We’ll be late if we have to turn back.” Friend one says.

“All the stores around here are closed.” says friend two.

Friend one then sees Moira’s nice black work pants that look the same size as the ripped skirt girl. “Hey you, bra lady. How much for your pants?”

“They’re not for sale.” Moira replies.

The ripped skirt girls chimes in “I’ll give you fifty dollars.”

Moira turns her down, having paid almost sixty for them , plus not wanting to spend the rest of the trip in her panties.

“Okay here,” she holds out two bills. “A hundred.”

Feeling the greed, Moira strips off her pants and gives it to the girl, who takes off her torn skirt and puts them on. Moira, now in her black bra, panties, and flats, put the two fifties on her purse. Seventeen minutes later, she gets on her final bus.

Ans sits on a chewed up piece of gum.

“Ewww!” She gets up with a wad of pink stretching from seat to panties. The newer unthinking part of herself strips the panties off and flings them out an open window, leaving her in a bra and shoes. She carefully checks a new seat and sits in it , only now realizing she is naked below the waist. Her hand slips over her crotch discreetly, but no one seems to notice.

When finally arriving at her stop, she nervously disembarks and walks the few blocks home. She hears the occasional siren and sees a fire truck, a few cop cars, and an ambulance on front of her burning apartment building. Her shock is so great at seeing the fire she doesn’t notice the snap of her bra coming undone as her boobs’s slowly grow, and it falling off, threading through her arms at the same time she dropped her purse.

Coming back to her self, Moira picks up the purse, only now realizing her girls are free and covers herself. She sees her bra in the gutter in soaking in a what looks like a yellow liquid and decides against picking it back up.

Now wearing only a pair of shoes, she walks to a nearby officer and asks what happened. He responds by saying there was a report of smoke and heat through one of the doors by one of the neighbors coming home and that’s all he knew. Then he really looked at her and smiled.

“Why are you holding yourself like that?” He asked.

“What do you mean. Don’t you see I don’t have any clothes on. Why aren’t you arresting me for?”

“Why would I arrest you? You’re not doing anything wrong. Hey Stevens!” He calls over a female officer. “There anything wrong you see here.”

She walks over and responds. “Yeah, there is. Why are you covering up like that? Unless you want me to right you a ticket for indecent exposure, you need to uncover yourself.”

“What? You’re kidding.” She says thinking it a joke, but they both have serious expressions on their faces. “Okay, okay.” Then she forces her arms to the sign.

“There we go.” The male officer says.

Another officer comes over then, another woman. “What’s going on here, back to your posts. And you.” She directs her attention to Moira, who now thinks her nudity will definitely get her in trouble, only for the opposite to be true. “What are you wearing open toed shoes? It’s barefoot or sandals.”

“What? My shoes?”

“Yes, your shoes. Do you want to get arrested for indecent exposure? Either take them off or I haul your fat ass down to the station.”

“Hey! My ass is not fat.” She them grumbles under about the mean police while taking off her shoes. Her ass, while nice and round, is in proportion with the rest of her body, including the thin waist she has because she often skips the lunch shift to get more tips.

The officer then takes her shoes, then feels a bit generous. “Here,”she hands Moira a twenty. “why don’t you go get a pair of flip flops from the corner store in you want to protect your feet. Just remember, leave your cute little toes bare.” She said with a wink.

“Yes officer.” Moira takes the cash with a stunned expression and puts the money in her purse. Turning around, the female officer slaps her ass while she departs, eliciting a startled Yelp