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Chapter 8 by jw_wjw jw_wjw

Does Samantha get her clothes back, or does she have to take her student ID photo naked?

Naked picture day

Samantha's eyes widened as she stared at her reflection, her blonde hair a stark contrast to her dark skin. She couldn't believe the transformation. Carolina stood beside her, a hint of a smile on her face.

"Like?" Carolina asked, her voice a little softer than before.

Samantha nodded, still in shock. "I...I don't know what to say."

Carolina chuckled and patted Samantha's shoulder. "You look good. Now get out. I need to clean up."

Samantha slowly got up from the table, her eyes still fixed on her reflection. She felt a little dizzy, like she was staring at a stranger. She staggered her way out of the store. Carolina steadied her with a chuckle, her hands grasping Samantha's elbows. Samantha felt a shiver run down her spine as Carolina's hands touched her skin, and she quickly shook off the feeling, attributing it to the shock of her new hair.

Carolina walked with Samantha to the door, flipping the lock open with a loud click.

As the door swung open, a warm breeze wafted in, carrying the sounds of the bustling street outside. Carolina gave Samantha a gentle push forward, her hands still grasping Samantha's elbows. "Go, ghost," she said with a smile, her eyes glinting in the dim light of the store. Samantha took a step forward, her blonde hair catching the sunlight and gleaming like a halo. She blinked in the bright light, her eyes adjusting slowly to the change. As she stepped out onto the sidewalk, the sounds of the street enveloped her - the hum of cars, the chatter of pedestrians, the wail of sirens in the distance.

Samantha's eyes widened in horror as she realized she was still completely naked, her bare skin exposed to the bustling street. She frantically looked around, hoping to find some sort of cover or escape, but Carolina's hands were still grasping her elbows, holding her in place. The warm breeze caressed her skin, making her feel even more ****. Samantha's face burned with embarrassment as she tried to wriggle free from Carolina's grasp.

After a few seconds Carolina let her go, and Samantha's hands instinctively flew to cover her exposed breasts and crotch, her face burning with embarrassment. She took a step back, her eyes darting frantically around the crowded street, hoping to find some sort of refuge or escape from the prying eyes of passersby. But Carolina's smile only grew wider, her eyes glinting with amusement as she leaned against the doorframe, her arms crossed over her chest.

Giving up, Samantha just sighed and crossed the street back to get her picture taken.

How does the photographer react to this?

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