The illusion of clothes... with a catch!

“Oh, good evening Miss Granger, Miss Weasley?” The two obviously nude witches glanced at each other, waiting for Professor Dumbledore to say… well, anything about their lack of clothes. Their nubile young bodies were on full display, though you wouldn’t know from the way the elderly wizard was acting.

“Er, good evening Professor Dumbledore… we have a bit of… an issue… May we come in?”

“Of course, of course, please step inside.” Albus ushered the two young and very confused girls in. “Surely he knows, right?” Hermione thought to herself, her hands still firmly latched onto her pale breasts and her perfect pink pussy. Upon entering, Dumbledore effortlessly conjures a plush leaf green sofa for the two uncomfortably naked witches to sit on while he lights up his wooden pipe. It instantly appears out of thin as Hermione and Ginny wait patiently, their cheeks red with shame as they cover their privates in front of one of the most powerful spellcasters in the world.

“How can I be of service to you young ladies.” Dumbledore takes a puff from his pipe before blowing out the smoke, releasing a misty electric pink dragon that flutters gracefully around the room before dissipating. “Ah, this is always great fun.”

“Professor Dumbledore, Ginny and I um… well we cast a spell from the transmutation spell book from the library and-“ Hermione is cut short when Dumbledore gently raises his hand.

“No need to go further Miss Granger. What you encountered was a small prank the Weasley brothers left many years ago… a self-propagating spell that hides itself in one of the many volumes of books… Nudasmius I believe it’s called? Oh, ho, look at this one!” Albus continues to play, this time blowing out a wispy lime green bird that perches on his shoulder before fading away. He chuckles to himself whimsically, frustrating the **** witches to no end!

“Why hasn’t the school done anything about this!” Hermione angrily fretted, her bare chest puffing indignantly. Ginny silently seethed, making a mental note to electrocute and maim her older brothers later.

“Unfortunately, the magic they used is quite skilled at staying hidden, appearing every year in a random spell book for some poor girl to mistakenly cast. It just isn’t possible to track it down so we simply just help the young witches affected by it.”

“So there’s a cure for this?” Hermione’s eyes lighted up as she heard the news, finally, things were looking up! Her heart took a plunge as she heard Dumbledore’s response.

“Well… no, actually.” Albus sadly replied, finally deciding to stow his eccentric pipe into his robes. “Nudasimus is already a very powerful spell, but when cast by a witch on herself willingly, its potency is increased tenfold. I’m afraid no such spell exists yet to cleanse the curse.”

“No… no, no, no!” Hermione and Ginny felt their hopes cruelly crushed at the same time, their lives forever changed to be much less fabric involved… They would be completely naked for the rest of their lives. Their bare tits would be exposed at dinner, their delicate pink pussies ogled during class, and their firm asses jiggling wildly for everyone to see during graduation. The studious brunette witch felt a panic attack coming on as she realized her threadbare future.

“Don’t fret girls, this happens every few years when someone finds the spell by accident and we’ve developed an easy solution.” Dumbledore reaches into his robes and produces a small jewelry box, where he removes two bronze rings. “These enchanted rings will create the illusion of clothing for up to ten hours per day, during the other fourteen they will not function. Simply put the ring on your finger before class and imagine what you want to be seen wearing.”

“Wha-what do we do after the ten hours? People will still be able to see us naked!” Ginny whined, realizing their her social life was virtually over unless she wanted all her friends to casually see her naught bits.

“Unfortunately this is the best that we can do to counter such powerful magic.” Dumbledore stroked his long beard, “I will also have to attune you to your rings with a short routine. Please stand up in front of the sofa and place your arms straight out. Hermione and Ginny grudgingly stopped covering their breasts and shaved slits, forming the letter T as they stretched their arms. The red-haired witch suddenly gasped as Dumbledore placed his bony hands onto her breasts, gently lifting them and squeezing the soft skin.

“Is-is this the attunement process?” She shakily asked with wide eyes as the senior most sorcerer mauled her chest. Her nipples were shamefully hard due to her embarrassment and exhibitionism, though she hoped that the others in the room would just assume it was because she was cold!

“Yes, just a few more seconds. There. Now please spread your legs.” Taking a big gulp, Ginny certainly did not like where this was going! Her trembling legs slowly split apart as the elderly man runs his middle finger along her wet slit, certainly feeling how aroused she was. As his finger glided across her clit, Ginny was unable to hold back her erotic moan, instantly feeling like she was going to die of embarrassment. Thankfully, Professor Dumbledore said nothing as he closely inspected their young flesh and handed Ginny her ring.

“Now onto you Miss Granger, arms out please.” Hermione tried to put on the most stoic and neutral expression she could, but her twitching face and blushing cheeks betrayed how humiliated she felt as Dumbledore casually fondled her chest. “Well, at least it doesn’t look like he’s enjoying it…” Hermione thought to herself, trying to think of anything to make herself feel better. Finally moving on to her crotch, she spread her legs apart as she felt his hand run along her seam, sending a shiver up her spine.

“Th-thank you Professor…” Though she felt incredibly violated, Hermione did appreciate the magical ring she was given, though it wasn’t a perfect solution.

“Now listen carefully Miss Granger, Miss Weasley… there are three side-effects you should know about the rings. Firstly, you can never hold your hands, or anything else for that matter, against the attuned parts of your body, it will disrupt the intricate weave of magic and cause the ring to immediately stop working, forcing it to have to recharge.” Their jaws drop as they implications materialize in their mind. Although their classmates wouldn’t be able to perceive them as naked, they couldn’t cover up their breasts and vaginas, or else the ring would stop functioning! They would have to wander the heavily populated halls and resist the urge to bar their arms across their private parts in front of all the other students.

“Two, the rings are all inter-connected and anyone that possesses a ring can see the others in their- Ahem, true form.” Hermione and Ginny glanced at each other, this was certainly not a problem since they’ve endured the past few hours together.

“Lastly, if for whatever reason you two come to an agreement, know that you are able to use the other’s ring… Though obviously the other witch will be left without her own.” Interesting! Hermione began to feel a little bit of relief… at least they may be able to form some kind of arrangement where they borrowed each other’s ring for a day so that they could actually get something done. She certainly wasn’t interested in going on an adventure with Harry and Ron and end up in her birthday robes! Her dainty toes wiggled in embarrassment at just the thought!

The girls put on their rings and each imagined House Gryffindor’s uniform, feeling the magic spread through their body. Looking down, both of them still see they are completely naked. “D-did it work? I still see my, erm… naughty bits.” Ginny blushed, refusing to talk directly about her genitals if possible.

“Yes, they seem to be working just fine. Now, before you leave it may interest you that although most of your body cannot wear clothing, you can still wear some accessories and footwear. Sandals, bracelets, jewelry, gloves, all of those are fair game.” The two girls began to walk out the door, their hands firmly planted at their sides to resist the urge to cover up. Wearing just shoes and gloves wasn’t much, but at least it was something! Hermione and Ginny said their goodbyes to their respected professor and made their naked trip back home, this time with their bare breasts and pussies out in the breeze where hopefully no one would see them…

In his quarters, Dumbledore approaches his personal "Pensieve" draws out the memory of this delightful encounter, placing it in his collection of a dozen others. Though he did not browse through the montage of naked witches coming to him to aid with the Nudasimus spell very often (after all, he had no interest in them), he did enjoy utilizing it in exchanges for powerful artifacts. Many an artificer and enchanter would give much to Hogwarts for a chance to view these perverted memories. It was justified of course, these stripped witches were a huge boon to their school!