Tell Janny of your following strippings

"That sounds humiliating!" says Janny.

"Mmm, it was," you say, wistfully. "I had to run through the school for thirty minutes, my girl-stuff bouncing and jiggling every step of the way. Half of the student body saw me naked that day, and the other half would gradually catch up over the coming weeks."

"But you realized that you liked it?" says Janny, her eyes once again fixed on your nipples.

"Not yet! I went back home with thoughts of nothing but vengeance. The next job would be personal, and I wasn't pulling any punches."

"But?"

"But he found me hiding under his bed, stripped me bare, and taped me to a window in the boys' dorms so that everyone on one side could see my butt and everyone on the other side could see my boobs pressed up against the glass."

Janny pinkens and crosses her hands over her tangerine breasts.

"The third time, I tried to poison him. He caught me in the kitchen, chopped all my clothes off with a cleaver, and sent me out to the dining hall with an enticing spread of sushi served up on my naked body."

"That sounds like quite a feat."

"The fourth time, I got tossed into the Girlarium for a night. The fifth time, I got entered into his Elf Breast Showcase and was sent home wearing nothing but a first-place ribbon on my butt. The sixth time, I was his lab assistant in an impromptu seminar he hosted called 'How to Spank an Elf Chick for the Best Sound'..."

"How many times did you get stripped before you got used to it?"

"Thirty-seven. And they're all great stories, too, but should I skip to the last one?