The edge of town

The motionless Fiora was greeted to a chill breeze, and the sight of her teacher Valoi standing near the edge of town. His back was turned, though Fiora couldn't adjust her eyes to look at him anyway.

What does he want all the way out here?

"Fiora! What's the hold up? I made it clear in the note: get over here or I'll teleport you myself! You're not one to take your time..."

Fiora mentally facepalmed. Of course. 'Teleport you', not 'Report you'. That's a... relief, I suppose...

"Well, no matter. Fiora, you've matured as a young adult, and... somewhat as a mage... since I took you under my wing. So, this is not a test or a practice. It's time I trust your magic with a real problem."

He gestured towards... something. Fiora obviously couldn't look. She barely noticed the gesture even, as she was currently thinking about how she felt... oddly cold. She felt her robe blowing in the breeze, but...

"As you can see, this end of town has heen overrun with some odd vegetation. Stronger than a human, somewhat magic-resistant..." He conjured up another paper with writing, and held it up. "Everything you'll need to know about this plant is right here—Wait, what!?"

Valoi turned around to hand Fiora the paper, but was promptly given the sight of her standing as still as a statue. And, as Fiora herself just realized, she was wearing nothing but a mage cloak. Which wasn't covering much from the front.

Immediately, Fiora sprung to life with embarrassment, not turning around so she would continue flashing her teacher, and not moving her arms in the slightest so her breasts and pussy would remain exposed. Wait—Dammit! No!! I-I can't move, I can't—!!

Valoi sent a spell towards Fiora, though much to her annoyance, it was only one of his enchantment-checking ones.

"Hold Person! Hm... but you don't look worse for wear... oh, you... casted this on yourself, eh?", he thought aloud while using the spell.

Yes! Yes I casted it on myself! Please release me from it!!

Valoi beamed. "...Why, I must say, I've never seen you pull off an enchantment so flawlessly! Er, a disenchantment..." His eyes turned downard, and less amused. "Case in point, it seems you didn't get the anti-magic from today's lesson off most of your clothes..."

Valoi started conjuring a new bra for her, fiddling with the size as he tried to eyeball what hers was."Well, Fiora, I did have my doubts, but if you can cast Hold Person so perfectly, you can clear this field. Let's get you dressed and—" But he stopped and made a face. Fiora recognized this face as meaning he just got a telepathic message.

Why right now!?

"Blasted... sorry Fiora, I've got to go. But clear these weeds out and worst case, I'll see you tomorrow!"

No! Please!!

And just like that, Valoi teleported away, the bra he made for her falling uselessly onto the ground. Fiora also felt a piece of paper appear in her hand, which she assumed was the one he conjured earlier with info on the weeds. But she more importantly felt her cloak blowing in the breeze. And she felt super naked under that cloak.

And she felt her instincts telling her—no, begging her—to cover herself up. Put your hands over your breasts. Put a hand on your crotch. Lift your leg. Close your robe. Do a fetal position. Do something. Of course, she wasn't making any progress. She could not even contort her face so that she would at least look embarrassed—although she could blush. Very very hard. But that's not exactly helpful.

When is this stupid spell going to wear off!?