The Naked Knick-Knack of Truth

Witches exist. Magic exists.

Good, that’s out of the way.

Human imagination is a boundless thing- likewise the extent of perversion.

Stories, hush hush, around the world may tell of young, attractive women **** to do things in the nude. Fully nude. Birthday suited kind of nude. No accessory at all.

It’s true.

Sometimes someone out and about in the wrong place steps on a strange object. The object breaks, or is half buried, or otherwise escapes examination.

And the next time our poor beauty does- well, the thing she loves the most, has the greatest passion for- say she’s a songstress and playing on stage- an educator teaching a college class, or informing her friends- instantaneously? She’s nude, barefoot even on the spot. Stark and exposed. She looks down, squeaks (inward or outwardly) and runs away to redress, a blushing mess.

And what if it happened again? And again? Every time?!?

That’s the tale. Every time these circumstantial women bare their truth and their passion- they bare themselves as well in the bodily fashion.

Any stories you’ve heard of this totally proven affliction?