Proving her beauty.

Serena, an 18 year old trainer hoping to become the pokemon champion had just beaten the Anistar psychic gym and its gym leader Olympia. But as she had left the gym all too suddenly just after her childhood friend and fellow trainer Calem had been congratulating her, her holocast had turned on as she looked at Lysandre the leader of Team Flare.

Before she could even wonder what was happening he had suddenly announced he was going to use an ultimate weapon to wipe the world clean and then turned his broadcast off again as Serena had just been left astonished at such a sudden and abrupt message.

"Oh no!" she could only scream internally as all too suddenly the world was in great peril. "What should I do? I need to stop them!" she thought with a panic as she had no idea how though.

"Where could this ultimate weapon be hiding?" she thought panickedly as she had no idea where Team Flares hideout was despite being a torn in their side for the last few weeks.

But as luckk would have it she found two team flare grunts in Anistar city only minutes later, the two grunts happy to openly be seen now that their plan was all but assured and being arrested would mean nothing.

She decided to overhear these two as they chatted and suddenly the name "Lysandre cafe" was stated as Serena remembered that niche cafe in central Lumiose city existed as she decided that place was her best bet to maybe overhear at the very least where their hideout was.

With one quick flight to Lumiose she quickly hurried into the Lysandre cafe and to her surprise found the place was packed with tourists still unaware of their impending doom and seemingly normal staff serving them.

One waitress was serving drinks as Serena went over to her nervously as she tried to think of what to say.

"Umm... hi?" she began as the beautiful brunette waitress smiled at her. "Yes miss?" she asked as Serena frowned.

"Umm... I was wondering do you know where i can find team flare?" she asked as the woman frowned.

"Hmmm... that twin pigtailed tanned girl earlier in skimpy shorts wanted to know earlier too... do you know her?" the waitress asked as Serena knew Shauna very well, but didn't want to reveal that.

"No" Serena responded as the waitress grinned. "That's good... because theres no way team flare would have let that flat-chested narrow hipped girl in. They only want beautiful women and handsome men" she stated as Serena frowned.

"Oh i see" she stated a bit bashfully as the waitress smirked as she looked at Serena.

"So. What do you want to do with Team Flare then?" she asked as Serena frowned.

"I'd like to join them" she stated as the waitress grinned.

"I knew it, with a body like yours and your fashion sense there's no way you'd want to live in a world with all these ugly bastards" she stated as Serena felt her face blush.

"You think?" she asked as she twirled her hair uncomfortably as she felt the waitress' gaze running up every inch of her body.

"Oh yeah, you're a certified blonde hottie with a killer bosom and hips. You're exactly what Lysandre and team flare stand for... not in a racist way though, we like hotties from all races" the waitress stated as Serena felt her face go as red as her thigh length short pleated skirt and her crimson hat as she felt the waitresses gaze on her braless breasts straight through her sleeveless black shirt as she shifted her legs and black thigh-high socks.

"So... I can join?" she asked as the waitress smiled. "Oh yes... no way we wouldn't want that body of yours dying when we use the ultimate weapon" she stated as Serena smiled.

"So, can i go to the hideout then and I won't have to die to the ultimate weapon and can help repopulate a world with only the beautiful genes? With only hot guys and no lame ugly men bothering me?" she asked with a **** smile, the idea appalling to her on every moral level, but needing to try and seem as vapid and superficial as she could as the waitress frowned.

"Of course you can" she stated as Serena punched the air excitedly, only for the waitress to frown.

"But we've had quite a few people who think they can bluff their way into team flare come here over the last hour. They were all ugly though so we sent them off without any bother. But you're lucky you're beautiful enough to join us... if you can show you truly believe in what we stand for" she stated as Serena frowned.

"Okay... what do i need to do?" she asked urgently as the waitress frowned.

"Then take your clothes off right now" she stated gravely then as Serena felt every muscle on her face simultaneously tense and loosen in shock.

"What?" she asked as the waitress frowned.

"Master Lysandre said that those who wish to join us in this final hour, who rejected our message for too long must show they understand now. That they're proud to be beautiful and willing to show their superiority to the ugly people of this world in their dying minutes" she stated as Serena felt like fainting and her knees were knobbly, but she just about was staying upright.

"You want me to strip... to get butt-naked?" she all but squeaked as she looked around the crowded cafe. "And in here?" she all but whisper squeaked like a mouse as the waitress frowned.

"If you aren't willing to get into your birthday suit with those massive bazongas and wide hips of yours, you're just another fraud trying to stop our plans" she stated with fury as Serena shook her head desperately.

"No please... I want to be saved with all the other beautys and hot guys!" she hissed in shame as the waitress smirked. "Do as you may then" she stated as Serena frowned and covered her breasts in dismayed shame. "But here... can I not even go into a side room to remove my garments at least?" she stated as the waitress just shook her head.

"You don't get it do you?" the waitress all but chuckled as she tutted and turned her face away, leaving Serena standing gobsmacked in the cafe as she couldn't believe what was happening.

"She can't be serious, surely she's pulling my leg" she thought, but she couldn't discount the possibility that the waitress wasn't just messing with her.

"But if she is telling the truth, then I need to do it! I need to!" she kept on pleading with herself internally as she couldn't stop her hands shaking as she looked around at all the tourists who had no idea what she was desperately trying to find an excuse not to do, of the loss of innocence they were all potentially about to see in full-fruit.

'Why this? Why does the world depend on this?" she could only wonder while trying to fight back tears of shame and stop her cheeks reddening as she knew **** was worse than this... but by how much.

"Start off small... and subtle" she decided then as she knew she had to get her face to stop looking like she was about to cry as she walked over to the cafe counter and looked at a random tourist.

"Umm... is this seat free?" she asked as she looked at a stool beside him and he nodded.

"You wanna sit beautiful... I can buy you a nice drink" he stated as Serena shook her head.

"No thanks... I'm already too hot" she stated as her skin was aflame with embarrassment as she reached for her hat, pulling it off and using it to fan herself momentarily.

"There... small but subtle" she stated as she reached down then for her left shoe and pulled it off next as the man looked at her and she frowned. "It's an itch" she stated with a smile as he looked perplexed by this weird girls behaviour and turned away as she quickly reached down and pulled off her other shoe, leaving her standing in her tights skirt and shirt as nobody had noticed anything odd yet as she sat down on the stool then and reached for the hem of her right thigh-high and started to roll it down as she saw an old lady tourist suddenly looking at her as she turned to her group with her and obviously mentioned the blonde girl near their table was acting strange as Serena finished pulling off the thigh high, leaving one of her long slender legs now exposed along with her dainty feet as all too suddenly her thighs felt exposed, her having always worn socks with this skirt to try to hide how big her thighs were as the group of elderly tourists were all looking at her quizzically now as she hastily pulled off the other thigh-high and stood up, putting both of her tights on the chair as she quickly put her shoes back on and waved at the elderlies.

They seemed to think she was done changing out of her tights as she knew now though that this was the make or break moment as the waitress had finished taking her order and turned around as Serena stood up and headed into the centre of the room.

"Oh my god... this had better not go viral when I save the world" she could only plead as she looked at the waitress dead in the eye then, at her smug face and thin frame. "Enjoy this you horrible narcissistic meanie" she thought then as even though her legs were shaking to the point a single stroke of the wind might knock her over, down came her hands trembling worse than a 70 year old parkinsons patient to the hem of her skirt as they sought out the one button holding her box-pleats skirt tight to her hips as she could already hear people whispering to their tables that something strange was going on even as her fingers were writhing about trying to slip the button out of the hole before all too suddenly she felt the button finally come undone as she gripped the hem of her skirt and then with a snarlish smile at the waitress she let her skirt drop to the ground to the audible gasps of everyone in the cafe as she was left standing in a pair of boots, her tight black shirt and her black lace underwear that she was regretting very much wearing today over any other of her more ordinary knickers as she looked at the overly ornate roses and petals on the sides and the frills at every hem.

"Why didn't i just wear plain white?" she could only think miserably as she was at least thankful she wasn't on a period and having a tampon sticking out as the waitress stared at the girl in her briefs and shirt as Serena couldn't stand to look around her for more than a second, already feeling the flashing of photography and videos starting to be recorded of her.

But as with all strips, the late stages were like the final part of a pokemon battle. Removing her hat may have been like battling a magikarp, but right now she wasnt just facing a gyarados in her mind, but a straight up legendary pokemon like Ho-oh as she just had to beg none of her friends or family would see this, that it wouldn't reach any news stations.

"Fuck my life, why does it have to be me?" she had to scream internally even as her hands were reaching for the bottom of her tight shirt. "And why didn't I wear a bra?" she could only think in despair as she started to lift her shirt, feeling every guys heart racing in the room and every woman all but scorning at this weird exhibitionistic slut without any moral decency. But she couldn't stop just because of her shame as she pulled her shirt up to her midriff, showing her skinny twig like abdomen that she had always dieted to keep while trying to be as skinny as her athletic rhyhorn riding mother had been.

"Mom.... thank you for these large breasts and thick thighs you gave to me.. but please don't see this video wherever it goes... dad too" she could only think with her face bright red as it was lift off time for U.S.S Serena's dignity now, her pride being sent up to the stars above like a Rayquaza far beyond her reach as every guys face dropped faster than Serena's massive knockers did upon their release from her tight shirt, her E-cup hooters spilling out like water from a broken damn, jiggling to every guys delight as Serena was momentarily stuck trying to finish removing her shirt up and off her face now and off her body entirely.

But once she had gotten it unstuck and the collar had finished its ascent up and over the circumference of her head, all too suddenly Serena felt frail and exposed like she had never before as her long blonde hair returned back onto her bare back and she instinctively reached for her back for her bra clip. Except of all days the illusion of a phantom bra was quickly shattered and instead she could feel the draught in the room upon her completely shameless bust as she was beset by a type of dizziness and shock like she had never felt before standing there in only her panties and boots as everyone in the cafe was looking at her like they had seen an alien, inspecting her small sized areola on her big mounds, her left breast having quite a few freckles on it as well, something she was begging nobody to notice since it had always embarrassed her along with always having thought maybe her right areola might have been slightly asymmetrical to her left as she was now letting an entire cafe be the judge jury and executioner on whether her tits were great tits or merely good.

But what left her knees all but whacking into each other in complete agonising humiliation was the men who were coming around from her back to take a smug look at her frontal show wolf-whistling at her and gesturing groping motions and motorboating shakes of their heads as she tried to block out the "nice cans" "nice melons" "nice tits" "nice hooters" and "nice knockers" from every one of their gleeful and perverted smirks even as the waitress was staring her down smugly with her hands on her hips and Serena knew what she had to do, but somehow taking off her shirt and exposing one of her three private areas instead of giving her the energy to put her other two on display had made it all the worse as everyone in the room was now in on the action and fully expecting her panties to join the party with the rest of her clothing on the floor now that Serena's body was no longer the hip and trendy place for classy clothing to be found, nor any clothing for that matter at all.

Even the women now were enjoying making fun of her with jeers and whistles cheering her underwear to come off for their amusement. "Come on slut, whip em off already" she heard one giggling woman scream to raucous laughter as she was recording while her friend beside her to Serena's utter humiliation screamed "We're waiting skank" and started a song on poketube Serena recognised as a generic strippers tune as she fumbled for the hem of her panties to everyones giggles and applause.

"Damn you Lysandre... you win this round" she could only think with fury as she kicked off her boots again then and stood out from them and her folded up skirt on the cold wooden floor as she stared at the waitress with a triumphant smirk even though inside she felt like her pride was all but dead and all that was left was a disgusting slut in her underwear, which was going to be gone all too soon as she was only glad she had shaved her pussy in coumarine city only a week earlier as to the cheers and whistling of the cafe Serena firmly gripped her underwears frilly hems and yanked it down her legs to her upper shins, wincing her eyes in complete despair as everyone behind her was treated to a glorious finally complete view of her bared large buttocks, she having always worked out her gluteals as an amateur rhyhorn trainer back home as well as having had a good pelvis shape from birth which was why she had always felt confident when she would wear skirts.

But while those behind her alongside her big butt would also get a nice view of her back as well now to see how well shapen every facet of her body was and how enjoyable it would be to watch her walking away with those alluring hips, it was those at the front who were the luckier ones as she straightened herself in dismay even as her panties were still slowly finishing their sliding down her narrow calves, requiring her to shimmy to keep them descending down to join every other layer of her clothing on the floor as she felt every eye on her pussy, rejecting every urge her brain was shooting at her hands to cover herself as that would leave her just humiliated for no reason at all if the waitress believed she wasn't being sincere.

Instead once her panties had descended to the final checkpoint of her ankles, she stepped out of them before placing one hand on her hips and the other at the back of her head and grinning awkwardly as her legs felt like they were jelly as everyone was getting to see her barbie doll pussy unhidden from the world with only a few emerging stubbly brown pubic hairs across her mound.

"Looks like the curtains don't match the drapes" Serena heard the waitress say with a smirk then as she was running her eyes up and down Serena who just kept her pose, trying to seem like she was somehow proud of this, and not trying to ignore every camera in the room or smirking man running his eyes up and down the body of a young completely mortified woman who wanted to be champion of Kalos, not a common skank as Serena felt like sobbing even as instead she **** her chest out just to make her breasts seem all the larger as she cupped around her spiky short pubes to single them out to the waitress.

"I'm sorry they're brown, but I can bleach them to be blonde if Master Lysandre wishes" she offered, trying not to **** on the sheer submissiveness of that statement as the waitress smirked. "Oh don't worry about that. Just hand me your clothes and you'll soon be a member of team flare" she stated as Serena nodded in abject humiliation, but stooped down to pick up her shirt, skirt and panties as she bundled together her remaining lifeline to modesty.

"Will I get these back? They're expensive and precious to me" she asked desperately as the waitress smirked.

"Oh yes, but only when you're fully in" the waitress stated as Serena winced.

"Am I really not in yet?" she asked as she desperately wanted to writhe and squirm to keep all these people from staring at her orifices and her lustful bust as the waitress smirked.

"Oh yes, we'll complete the initiation soon, but unfortunately... it's my lunch time... so I'll see you in twenty minutes! So be a good girl now!" the waitress giggled as she suddenly sprinted away as Serena yelled for her to stop even as the waitress reached the staff room, holding Serenas unfolded red skirt up like a victory flag and waving it everyone in the cafe realised the hilarity of what had just happened and Serena's predicament even as with the waitress gone Serena suddenly regained the ability to scream and feel embarassment as she crouched into a ball and looked around at all the people sat at the tables and stools staring her down as one customer stood up to pay their bill to the barista, and as she left she dropped a bill in front of Serena.

"It won't cover much, but it might cover your crotch" she shrieked with laughter as did everyone else as Serena just left her head sink in humiliation then, sinking her head into her knees to start to cry as everyone just kept staring at her frail skinny body like there was nothing else in the room and Serena just had to beg that twenty minutes would pass fast.