Her costume

Mary stared at the unimpressive rack of ‘costumes’ in front of her, and back at the man glowering down at her.

“Well?” he said.

She could just Shazam, she supposed. If she transformed, she’d be able to **** her way out easily. But he was looking right at her; all that would do would be to expose her identity and likely by extension that of her family.

But if the alternative was exposing…

No, that was selfish. She couldn’t put their identities at risk! There had to be another way.

But there certainly wasn’t any way out from back here. If she made a break for it, he’d catch her easily, and she didn’t want to tussle with anyone in her normal body.

So that left delaying. Nervously, Mary looked through the outfits, trying to find the most substantial. Maybe she could find an opening to get away, once she got out there. Then she could transform, speed home, and deny this had ever happened.

She grabbed at one that seemed to be a dress with the least amount of glitter and cleavage, and the most amount of skirt, and squeaked when she saw what she’d selected.

“That the one you want? Good, hurry up and get into it already.”

It was red, with a striking yellow lightning bolt stuck in the center. Either strippers were already doing parodies of Billy, or her alter-ego was popular even after just briefly showing up at the fairground. Either way she blushed furiously at seeing it.

“I said hurry up!” the man said.

“Right, right,” Mary said nervously.

Shit, that was the next part wasn’t it? To get away from him, she’d actually need to put on that awful dress. She turned, facing away, and pulled her top off over her head.

At least back here she could limit what he saw. Just pull the dress down, and he wouldn’t see…

“Hold it!” he said. “For the love of… you seriously have a bra that generic? Lose it. No point.”

“Huh?!” Mary squealed.

“Don’t play shy now sweetheart,” he said.

She felt a hand flick the clasp at the back of her bra. Blushing, Mary reluctantly slipped it off, and tried hastily to pull the dress down before it too was snatched away.

“Hey!” she said. “I thought you wanted me to wear it.”

“Need to see your panties first,” he said.

“What?!”

“Girl, where do you think you are?” he said, and sighed. “If that’s how your bra looks, I shudder to think how they look. Change them. Something like… this.”

He reached into a bag hug on the side of the rack and pulled out something that could best be described as string. The topless Mary, now facing him, clad in just pants and a hand-bra, stared in horror.

And he still wasn’t giving her dress back. She whimpered, and reluctantly turned around again to slide her pants down her legs, cheeks burning at the sound of derision he made at seeing her panties.

She had to lose them as well, she knew. Shaking, Mary slide her last item of clothing down and off her legs, exposing her butt to the older man.

She turned around, clutching her arms over her naked body and looked pleadingly at him. He cocked his head.

“Not bad,” he conceded, somehow embarrassing her all the more with what could barely be called a compliment.

He handed her the string first. She hated how long she needed to untangle it, figure out where her legs went, fiddling with both shaking hands and leaving everything else out in the open while she did.

She shrieked as someone else came backstage, another dancer done with her rotation. She looked tired and, oh god, as naked as Mary was. Mary whimpered.

She struggled to pulled the string up her legs, only to find it offered no decency whatsoever. The string disappeared between her cheeks from the back, and was too loose at the front, constantly darting to the side and exposing her pussy to the air. Only the bit that went around her was at all tight.

Only then did she get back the dress. **** back tears, Mary pulled it down over her head, staring up at the man with pure desperation.

That was one stranger more than she’d ever wanted to see her naked. She just prayed there was another way out of here before more saw.

“Well? Your turn on stage,” he said.

The short dress didn’t do much to stop her feeling her humiliated, the parody of her costume barely covering her ass while the top hugged her boobs tightly. Nervously, Mary went out onto the stage, desperately looking for some escape.