The magnet ambush

Anne snatched a towel away from Susie one final time, hastily wrapped it around herself, and made a dash for the exit. The other girls followed suit, including Susie, who had no wish to be stranded in the gymnasium, completely naked and alone.

As they sprinted through the doorway, onto the wide grassy field outside the gymnasium, the small metal balls that had been sewn into the lining of their towels, and which none of them had noticed until now, were taken hold of by the powerful electromagnet that had been suspended above the other side of the door, high in the air.

And so as each girl ran out into the field, her towel was magnetically snatched off her body, far too quickly for her to respond to it. Leaving her stark naked, soaking wet and bare-footed in the grass. Twenty or thirty lovely ladies, cheerleaders and tomboys and volleyball players and nerds, stumbling to a stop in the field without any of their clothes on.

Nude.

Before what seemed like it might be the entire population of Greenvalley High School, all pointing and laughing and cheering and recording every last second of the show on very high-definition cameras.

It had all been a set-up. Every last second of it had been planned, every last move had been calculated, to trick the girls of Pinkwhistle High into running outside naked. And they'd fallen for it.

Hands flew to cover tits and pussies. Girls crouched on the ground, tried to hide behind each other, took off squealing for the trees at the edge of the field. But there was no escaping the reality. The Pinkwhistle girls were naked. And they'd been very, very successfully pranked.