Tommy's Retribution

[Blondie]

The following is applicable to all chapters of “Tommy's Retribution:”

© February 2003 by Blondie.

This is a work of fiction and is fantasy only. Names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author's imagination and are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

For ages 18 and older only.

Author's note (3/16/25): Chapters 12 and 13 have mysteriously vanished. I will work on adding them back in as time permits. Also, I have deleted chapters 14 through 21 in order to keep the chapters sequential and will repost them later.

Chapter 1: Tommy Meets His Mentor
Chapter 2: Stripped Topless by the Pool
Chapter 3: Sally Forced to Bare All
Chapter 4: Chaos in the Classroom
Chapter 5: Cindy's Classroom Humiliation
Chapter 6: Stripped Naked in a Movie Theater
Chapter 7: The Naked March
Chapter 8: The Humiliation of the Lexus Lady
Chapter 9: The Cheerleader's Comeuppance
Chapter 10: The Topless Twelve
Chapter 11: Carlene's Frenzied Flight
Chapter 12: Tormented Teachers on the Bus
Chapter 13: The Dog Ate My Panties
Chapter 14: Eight Blushing Hostesses
Chapter 15: Let the Party Begin!
Chapter 16: The Can-Can



Chapter 1: Tommy Meets His Mentor

It had been a little over two years since that regrettable day when Tommy was debased to the extreme degree. It was a day he would never forget. For that matter, it was a day he didn’t want to forget, for to forget might be to forgive, and at this point in time the word “forgive” was not in Tommy’s vocabulary. Someday, somehow, his tormentors were going to get their payback.

Last year, a few days before his fifteenth birthday, Tommy took his first, and most important step towards getting even with Sister Ruth, Miss Richards, Karen, Sally, Cindy, Linda, Nancy, Carlene, and whomever else he decided was deserving of his punishment. He had heard rumor of a lad named Owen, who supposedly had mastered the use of telekinetic powers. Tommy was justifiably skeptical, but he didn’t have to dig too deeply into his creative mind to understand the ramifications involved if he could somehow learn how to use such a power. He had to seek out Owen and pick his brain.

With a little research, Tommy learned that Owen lived in the next county. One summer day he reached out to Owen by phone and set up a meeting. Tommy, with hopes aroused, hopped on a bus to meet with the blessed Owen.

It was a very fruitful meeting. It turned out he and Owen had quite a bit in common. Owen explained that his power came from within after a very humiliating experience that took place a few years before at his eighth-grade school picnic.

As the story went, he was ambushed by several of his classmates right next to where many of the girls were playing volleyball. They stripped off his tee shirt, shoes and socks and tied his wrists to a branch above his head. Of course, the commotion and the scene attracted the attention of the girls. Then one of his classmates told Owen that he was going to strip off his jeans, and that if he offered any resistance then his underpants would come off, too. Owen was in no position to call his bluff, so he watched helplessly while the sadistic boy unbuckled his jeans and slowly, methodically pulled them down his legs and slipped them off. Owen was left squirming, clad only in his white briefs while the girls, though continuing their game, seemed much more interested in the near-naked boy tied to the tree.

About ten minutes later one of the girls, a tallish blonde, whispered to some of the others. They looked over to Owen and giggled, and to his extreme apprehension the tallish blonde approached him as the others watched with keen interest.

“Sorry, Owen baby, but these are just begging to come down,” she said.

Before Owen could utter even a word of protest she grabbed the bottom of both sides of his briefs and yanked his underpants down to his knees in one swift motion. Owen’s genitals were on display. The mortified victim frantically but futilely alternated lifting each leg in a furious effort to maneuver his underpants upward. The spectacle had his audience in a state of hysterical laughter.

“To this day I can still hear the shrieks of laughter,” Owen told the empathetic Tommy.

Owen was forced to remain in his sorry condition for over an hour while the entertained girls half-heartedly continued their volleyball game. They dispersed when they saw a faculty member rushing over to rescue the wretched Owen.

Needless to say, he was thoroughly humiliated, and it was an experience that left a large impact. It was soon after that when he developed his special power, and he used it to the utmost to vindicate himself.

Tommy, now feeling a bond with Owen, opened up about his experience two years prior. He told the whole story of how Sister Ruth initially made him strip and throw his clothes out the window. After recounting the entire events of the day of his hideous debasement, Owen was full of compassion. Owen’s experience paled in comparison to what Tommy had to endure. After hearing Tommy’s account, he was quite certain that he would have no problem acquiring the special power of telekinesis.

Owen was a very good teacher, and Tommy was a bright, willing, (and motivated, of course!) student. Owen’s best advice to Tommy was to dig deeply and relive his humiliation on that ill-fated day, while at the same time using mind control to move whatever matter he willed. Whenever Tommy concentrated in this manner, he achieved a modicum of success. It wasn’t long before Tommy was able to tip over a bottle of coke from forty yards away just by willing it to happen. Owen assured him that with practice, the power would become second nature.

At the end of the session, Tommy and Owen embraced. Tommy thanked his mentor profusely and promised to keep him apprised of his retaliations on his adversaries. Tommy boarded the bus home, grinning freely in anticipation of utilizing his new ammunition.

Though a youngster, Tommy had the patience of a veteran. His plan was to perfect his newfound power before exacting his revenge. For the next few months, he practiced by himself with objects around the house. Slowly but surely, he gained confidence in his power of mind over matter. He used it to his advantage, carrying out mundane tasks such as making his bed or cleaning his room, all accomplished with his hands in his pockets. Yes, he was just about ready for his enemies, but first he would test his new ability out on a stranger.

His first opportunity to “go live” came one Saturday at the local mall. He was standing in line at a Burger King when an attractive young lady cut in front of him just as he was about to order.

“Excuse me, but I was here first,” said Tommy.

The rude young lady looked at Tommy briefly and dismissed him without a word before turning her attention back to the clerk and placing her order.

For Tommy, it brought back memories of his helpless feeling on his day of humiliation. Only now he had some recourse, and it was the perfect time to employ it.

“Time to teach this bitch a lesson,” he whispered aloud to himself.

He let the young lady purchase her burger and soda, then he followed suit. He took a seat across the aisle from her and watched her eat for awhile. She was wearing a white tank top and jeans, and Tommy could tell by the way her breasts jiggled when she walked that she was not wearing a bra. He watched as she picked up her coke to take a sip. As she brought the full cup to her lips, he concentrated very hard.

Much to his delight, the tilted cup pulled away from her lips, causing the liquid to spill. Most of it landed on her chest. Instantly her nipples and areola were visible through the soaked-through material.

The startled girl let out a yelp as she scrambled for a napkin in a futile attempt to dry herself off. She looked up to catch Tommy’s grinning gaze and blushed crimson. As she reached for her purse, obviously intent on exiting the premises as quickly as possible, Tommy wasted no time in focusing on her tank top. It was short enough so that an inch or so of skin was already exposed above her jeans. He was elated when it quickly began to rise up her torso. His glee increased as her shapely breasts became completely exposed while the gathering of her top came to rest under her armpits.

Again she let out a shriek, much louder than the first one, attracting the attention of the other patrons. She frantically grabbed the hem of her tank top and pulled downward, but to her utter distress and bewilderment she ran into an uncontrollable resistance and was unable to pull it down.

Tommy couldn't help but laugh out loud as the now near-hysterical girl grabbed her purse, covered her chest with crossed arms, and made a mad dash for the exit as her half-eaten hamburger splattered to the floor. As she disappeared from view into the mall, her shrieks of anguish could be heard over the laughter of the customers.

There was a buzz in the air as Tommy finished his lunch, feeling quite satisfied with himself. “Ah, yes, life is good—and it's about to get even better," he said aloud to himself while smiling in anticipation.

[TeenFan]

Instead of "Carrie" taking out her vengeful thoughts on the high schoolers, it will be "The Revenge of Tommy". It seems his revenge will be
cold and calculated to bring out the most humiliation possible. The people who picked on Tommy two years earlier are in for trouble.

[Blondie]

Chapter 2: Stripped Topless by the Pool

Even though over two years had gone by since that fateful day of humiliation, Tommy was still haunted by the memory. Not that he had much choice in the matter—his classmates weren’t about to let him forget it. The primary classmates involved (Karen, Sally, Cindy, Linda, Nancy, and a couple of the guys) attended the same high school as Tommy, and it seemed like at least once a day one of them would tease him about his forced nudity on that infamous day.

And, of course, he lived with his sister Sally, who was relentless with her teasing. Just the other morning, over a bowl of cereal, she had chirped, “I’m having a couple of girlfriends over this weekend, Tommy. Maybe we’ll make you strip and dance naked for us so we can watch your tiny little dick bobbing around again.”

She giggled into her spoon while Tommy turned the shade of a ripe tomato, which only made her laugh harder.

At school, it wasn’t much better. Sometimes he’d catch a few girls pointing in his direction, whispering and snickering as they glanced him up and down, figuratively undressing him. Every so often, one of them would hold up a hand with her thumb and forefinger spaced an inch or two apart—clearly making fun of his little penis that was on display for them that day.

Scenes like that embarrassed him to no end, making him feel like they were seeing him naked all over again.

But Tommy, with his knowledge that he had his newfound telekinetic power, was enjoying life now more than ever before.

They can tease me all they want. But we’ll see how much teasing they do after I have my fun with them. He smiled to himself at the prospect.

It was a lazy summer afternoon when the next game-changing moment occurred. Tommy was lounging by the backyard pool, soaking up the sun and idly sipping a soda. Sally was nearby, flirting shamelessly with two boys from school under a tree just beyond the patio. She wore snug denim shorts and the top half of her bikini, her hands gripping a branch above her head in an oh-so-casual pose as she giggled at their attention.

Tommy eyed the scene when a wicked thought crept into his mind. What if he used TK to pop her bikini top right off?

But then, another thought—more absurd and exciting—took shape.

What if I could just freeze time right there and do anything he wanted to her? He realized it was a ludicrous notion, but he continued to fantasize, nonetheless.

He concentrated very hard, using Owen’s advice to key on his own past humiliations, and the damnedest thing happened: Everything stopped! Sally and the boys stood motionless, and could no longer be heard.

Tommy blinked, stunned. Beyond the fence, a neighbor and her dog stood motionless. A passing car sat stalled mid-roll. Not a sound. Not a single leaf moved in the breeze.

Tommy, after recovering from his initial shock, let out a loud, “HOLY SHIT!!”

After taking a few moments to adjust to the eerie silence, he grinned widely. It was real! He could stop time!

Eager to test this new gift, he strolled over to his sister. Carefully, he untied the knot at the back of her bikini top, then walked around to the front and pulled it away, revealing her chest in all its now-unmoving glory. It had been ages since he’d seen her topless—back when they bathed together as young kids.

He stood and enjoyed the sight of his now well-developed sister for a moment.

Rather than discard the top, he found a better use for it. He wrapped it around her ankles and tied a snug double knot. For a brief moment, he considered tugging down her shorts too, but decided against it—for now. There would be plenty of time in the future to carry things out much further.

He returned to his lounge chair, sat down and observed what he had wrought. He was grinning from ear to ear, and he considered himself the luckiest 15-year-old on the face of the earth.

After taking in this wonderful scene for a few minutes, it was time to improve on it by starting time again. He concentrated very hard. In a short time, to Tommy’s relief and delight, time restarted.

* * * * *

Sally was enjoying her interaction with Paul and Stan, her two friends from school. She had a crush on Paul, and it seemed to her like he was building up the nerve to possibly ask her out.

She was mid-giggle when something felt….off. Then suddenly both boys’ jaws dropped, and they were gawking at her chest.

Sally was slow to react. Her hands were still above her head holding on to the branch. “What?” she asked, blinking.

Then she felt it: a breeze on skin that was definitely supposed to be covered.

She looked down.

“AAAAAGH!!” she shrieked.

Her hands flew to her now-bare breasts just as she noticed the bikini top knotted firmly around her ankles. She frantically reached down to untie it, giving the two boys a pleasurable view of her breasts dangling downward, bobbing about in their freedom.

The knot wouldn’t budge.

Panic-stricken, she made a run for the house—a run that much more resembled a hop since her bonded ankles restricted her gait considerably. She shrieked the whole way, quite a sight as she hopped toward the house, desperately trying to cover her naked breasts.

“OH MY GOD!” she howled repeatedly, flushed with horror.

As she hopped past the pool, she caught a glimpse of Tommy—lounging like a king, soda in hand, grinning like Christmas had come early.

Paul and Stan, still rooted in place, finally broke from their trance. They exchanged stunned looks, then walked off, still dazed.

As they walked by Tommy, they were shaking their heads and grinning.

“Dude….that was un-fucking believable,” one of them muttered. "Thank you, there is a God!”

“You’re welcome,” Tommy said without looking up.

They both turned and looked at him quizzically as they continued on their way.

[Blondie]

Chapter 3: Sally Forced to Bare All

Tommy was just getting warmed up.

After stripping the top off his sister using his recently discovered time-stop power, he realized something incredible—he had the world wrapped around his finger. His tormentors from two years ago? They had no idea the tables were about to turn. The phrase "sweet revenge" would take on a whole new meaning before all was said and done.

And as for his sister Sally? She was about to learn that her little brother had all the power now—and there wasn’t a thing she could do about it.

Two events, in particular, would make that painfully clear.

About two weeks after her involuntary poolside exposure, Sally and Tommy were sitting in the living room watching TV when there was a knock at the door. Sally answered, and it was Paul, one of her friends who witnessed her naked breasts in the aforementioned incident. She blushed when she saw him, and her first reaction was to close the door and run away. But she was interested in him, so she would do her best to pretend her unfortunate "accident" had never happened. She took a breath, smoothed her hair, and leaned casually against the frame with one hand on the door and the other braced on the jamb.

"Hey, Paul," she said, voice bright but slightly strained.

Tommy decided this might be a good time to take his sister's humiliation to the next level. He focused, locked in….and just like that, time stopped. Everything froze. Sally mid-smile, Paul mid-nod.

Tommy stood up, stretched, and wandered over.

Sally looked like a mannequin—perfectly posed, arms lifted, lips parted slightly in whatever she’d been about to say. She was barefoot, wearing her favorite pair of worn cutoff shorts and a snug halter top that showed off her tan belly.

The shorts were about to come off. He circled her once, then crouched to unbutton them. With a quick tug, he slid them down, then gently lifted each foot so he could pull them free. He marveled at how easily her body moved—light, pliable, like she was a life-sized doll.

He carried the shorts upstairs and placed them neatly on her bed.

Returning to the scene, he sat in his chair, looked at his sister and smiled. Her panties were a lacy, peach color, and he felt a stirring in his pants as he took in the sexy vision.

He was just about to start time, but then he had another whimsical notion.

"What the hell," he said aloud with a mischievous grin. "Let's give her friend an extra thrill."

He returned to her side and gently lifted Sally's halter top completely off. He repositioned her hands so both arms were raised and stretched high, giving Paul the best possible view. He let out a soft whistle as he admired his sister, now posing sexily, clad only in her panties.

Giddy with laughter, Tommy jogged back upstairs and placed the top beside the shorts.

Again he came downstairs, sat in his chair and appraised the scene he had created.

He was just about to restart time when another idea hit him. He stared at his panty-clad sister, and though it was a stimulating spectacle, there was something else he could do to add spice to the scenario. Up until now, Tommy had shown a lot of patience, preferring a gradual escalation to his sister's humiliation. But we are talking about a 15-year-old boy here.

The temptation was irresistible. Grinning, he jumped up and he walked back to Sally, squatted, then tugged her panties down to her knees. He paused briefly in his crouch to appreciate his close-up view of her dark-blond triangle of pubic hair.

He stood up and took a slow walk around his victim, taking in the frontal and rear view of what he thought was a perfectly shaped figure. He unabashedly reached down and adjusted the growing protrusion in his pants (clearly, there was no concern of anyone noticing!) before taking his seat.

Tommy realized that there was one more thing he needed to take care of while the opportunity presented itself. He went into his bedroom and retrieved a towel and some lubricant. Again he plopped into the chair, but not before lowering his jeans and underpants to his ankles. He raised his shirt partially up his back and for the next few minutes, using the vision of his near-naked sister along with the knowledge of her impending humiliation as stimuli, he proceeded to avail himself of the pleasure of self-gratification.

Now a very satisfied young man, Tommy, who had cleaned himself up and repositioned his clothes, was ready for the next portion of his most enjoyable morning. He started time and watched with fascination as, like before, Sally didn’t immediately react. It was a good three or four seconds before she followed her friend’s wide-eyed gaze..

Sally blinked. “What?”

She followed his gaze downward.

“OH MY GOD!!!” she shrieked, her hands diving to cover herself as she scrambled to pull her panties back up. "OH, NO!" she continued as she slammed the door in Paul's stunned face.

“SON OF A BITCH!!” she howled, as she bolted past a very relaxed and very smug Tommy and made a mad dash up the stairs.

Tommy casually sipped his soda. “That went well,” he said softly to himself with a smile.

Upstairs, Sally slammed her bedroom door and collapsed against it, her face burning. She was feeling many emotions—mortified, stunned, and bewildered, for starters.

Then she saw them: her halter top and shorts, neatly folded on her bed.

Her jaw dropped.

She hurriedly put them back on and, after taking a few minutes to gather herself, she came back downstairs to question her brother. Tommy didn’t even look up from the TV.

“Do you know anything about this?” she asked with exasperation. Her cheeks were still a bright shade of red, much to Tommy's delight.

Tommy finally turned, his face the picture of smug innocence. "Well, I do know that if I were you, I’d be super embarrassed right now. I think you’re coming on a little too strong with your new friend. You should think about easing into this relationship instead of tearing off your clothes every time he comes by for a visit,” Tommy teased. “And I have a pretty good feeling that he will be back.

He chuckled to himself, and paused to enjoy her expression.

"But in case I did have anything to do with this, my advice to you would be to be very nice to me from now on.”

“Fuck off, you little twerp,” she snapped.

Tommy shrugged and stood up. “Okay, don’t say I didn’t warn you. Let’s just say that I might make literature class veeeery interesting for you tomorrow afternoon.”

He started to walk off, but took a final glance over his shoulder.

“Just something to think about.”

Sally stared after him, feeling more than a little ill at ease.

Tommy whistled as he disappeared down the hall, his grin growing wider.

* * * * *

Literature class was the one class that Tommy and Sally shared. Sally was seated in the row by the window, in the second seat from the back, while Tommy plopped down in the very last seat a row over, already imagining how interesting the class was about to become.

Sally, uneasy after Tommy’s cryptic comment about making class “interesting,” had stolen a few nervous glances back at her brother. She had no idea what he might do—or how—but the memory of twice finding herself suddenly and inexplicably missing a few articles of clothing was more than enough to send her anxiety soaring to unprecedented heights.

About ten minutes into the lecture, Tommy made his move. He stopped time. He approached his sister, and was about to unbutton her blouse when the thought occurred to him that her humiliation would be much more exquisite if she could experience her own disrobing.

Tommy concentrated hard, focusing his will on pulling Sally out of time-freeze while keeping everyone else locked in stillness.

At first, nothing happened. Tommy was just about to give up on the concept when Sally suddenly blinked and looked around.

“What the hell…?” she whispered.

Tommy looked around and to his utter delight he saw that everyone was frozen except for Sally and him.

He stood over her, beaming at his success. “Welcome to my world,” he said.

She jumped slightly. “What’s going on?”

He leaned in, enjoying her confusion. “That’s right, Sally, I was indeed responsible for your missing clothes. And guess what? Everyone else here is completely frozen in time. Except you and me. Pretty cool, huh?”

Sally was agape as she slowly took in what was transpiring. “You—you did that?”

“Oh yes. And now, you’re going to do something for me.” She listened in horror as her brother continued. “Here’s the gig, Sis. You’re going to take your blouse off for me right here and now. In fact, from now on, you’re going to do everything I tell you. If you fail to obey me, I will freeze you as I have before and remove all of your clothes myself, then restart time and watch how you react to being naked in public."

Tommy watched the disbelief spread across Sally's face and smiled, thoroughly enjoying her stunned silence. Unfazed, he pressed on.

"Now take your blouse off, please.”

For Sally, the reality and magnitude of her dire situation was slowly starting to sink in, but she couldn't quite believe that her brother was capable of performing such a supernatural feat, even as she sat amid the eerie stillness.

"You...you can't really do that, can you?" she asked, with a hope that was rapidly deteriorating.

"Tell you what, Sis, why don't I give you a little demonstration of what I'm capable of."

Without waiting for a response, he walked over and began removing the clothes of a guy Tommy had never liked—loud, arrogant, and dismissive. Under Sally's stunned gaze, he undressed the student completely, then placed his clothes in a pile by the back wall.

Under normal circumstances Sally, who had already exhibited her predilection for humiliation—so long as it is imposed on someone other than herself—would be salivating over the impending fate of the naked boy. But the horrified look on her face revealed her comprehension of the ramifications of what she was witnessing.

"So, what do you think, Sis?" asked Tommy. "He's got a pretty big dick, doesn't he?"

Tommy had pulled the student's legs apart so Sally could get a full view of his nakedness, and indeed Sally was staring at the lad's rather large member.

"But I'll bet he's not anxious to show it off to everyone here."

Sally, who could now foresee herself in the same ill-fated predicament, was at a loss for words.

"Okay," he continued. "You asked if I could really have you stark naked in the middle of the classroom. As you can see, the answer is, 'absolutely!' Are you ready? Now, as you watch his reaction, I want you to picture yourself in his place. You're sitting there minding your own business, then, in a split second you suddenly find yourself completely nude, with your clothes nowhere in sight. How do you think you would react?"

"Oh, Tommy, please, don't do....."

But she cut off her words when class suddenly resumed as normal. Well, normal save for one panic-stricken young student who was thrashing about in his seat as though he was possessed by a mad demon. He seemed to be looking around for something he was missing, as though his life depended on its recovery.

Almost as quickly as the bizarre scene started, it came to a halt. Tommy had stopped time again. He had let it play out only for a couple of seconds, which was long enough for the frantic lad to experience his nakedness, but not quite long enough for it to register for anyone else. Tommy was saving his best for his sister, who was sitting stunned at her desk. If Tommy didn't know better, he would have thought she was frozen in time with everyone else.

“Pretty convincing, huh?” Tommy said as he began redressing the poor guy. Sally sat in stunned silence, processing the magnitude of what she’d seen.

"He'll probably think it was some weird panic attack or something," said Tommy as he went about his task. "Imagine how relieved he'll be when I start time, and he'll have his clothes back on."

Tommy started to put the underwear on his victim when a thought occurred to him. He shoved the underwear into the desk of the student in front of him.

"I'll give him something to think about. When he realizes he's going commando he may have doubts about it being a panic attack," he said as he pulled the student's pants on. "Especially after he sees what happens to you."

Tommy tied the boy's shoes. He was ready to move on, and turned to his sister.

"So, my dear sister, what's it gonna be? Are you going to take your blouse off for me, or do I have to stop time and strip you completely nude?" he asked almost nonchalantly, as if he was asking her if she'd rather have pizza or a sandwich for lunch.

Sally's breathing became faster as she considered her imminent fate. Her arms crossed instinctively over her chest.

“Oh God, please don’t do this to me, Tommy. Please. I’ll do anything. I'll do your chores and your homework for you whenever you want! Anything!” she pleaded desperately.

"That's a very nice offer. Thank you. I'll probably take you up on that. But I'd still like you to take off your blouse."

"Tommy, pl...."

“Last warning,” Tommy interrupted.

Sally had no alternative. Sniveling softly, she began unbuttoning her blouse, her fingers trembling.

“Good,” Tommy said. “This is going to be fun.”

She slipped the garment off her shoulders and down her arms, revealing a plain beige bra—modest, maybe a C-cup, Tommy estimated. Without hesitation, he plucked the blouse from her grasp.

“I’ll take the bra too,” he said calmly.

Sally flinched, but she wasn’t surprised. With slow, reluctant fingers, she reached behind her back and unhooked the bra. She slid it off and watched in stunned silence as Tommy walked over to the window with her blouse and bra and, with deliberate flair, tossed both garments outside, where they fluttered two stories down to the lawn below. Tommy had no doubt that his sister had to remember how he was forced to throw his own clothes out the window just over two years before.

She hugged her arms tightly across her chest, her voice cracking with panic. “Please, Tommy, I’m begging you, please, PLEASE let me go get my clothes before you wake everyone up.”

Tommy's response gave her momentary hope. “Alright, I’ll give you a chance. We’re going to play a little game. Stand up and clasp your hands behind your head.”

Sally hesitated, but complied. To her dismay, Tommy reached into his desk and produced two large feathers, very similar to the ones Sally used to torment him two years before, contributing to the ultimate loss of his underpants. She recognized their significance instantly.

“Here’s how it works,” he said, twirling the feathers between his fingers. “All you have to do is keep your hands behind your head for three minutes. If you can do that, you win, and you get your clothes back. If you lose, you lose all your clothes. Pretty simple—it's all up to you."

Sally didn’t answer, but the dread in her eyes spoke volumes.

Tommy stepped closer. “Okay, here we go. Try to stay like that, Sis. Otherwise....you’ll be naked.”

He began gently, stroking the feathers across her ears, letting them trail down her cheeks to her neck. Sally squirmed almost immediately. Then he traced slow, teasing circles around her breasts. Tommy toyed with her, brushing the feathers across the tips of her nipples, stroking them back and forth with maddening softness

Her face tightened. Tears welled in her eyes. Only a minute had passed.

Tommy moved the feathers up her sides, drawing closer to her armpits. When he finally reached them, Sally let out a gasp and instinctively pushed the feathers away with both hands.

Tommy leaned back and sighed in mock disappointment. “Aww, that’s too bad. Looks like we all get to see you naked after all.”

He grinned. “You can take your jeans off now—and toss them out the window.”

Sally stood there, dumbstruck and motionless. Tommy was starting to lose patience.

“Okay, here’s the deal. You do as I say right now, or you’ll be naked tonight at center court at the basketball game against Jefferson, in front of both student bodies. Trust me, I can make that happen.”

He took a step closer. “So....this classroom, right now, or a much bigger stage?”

“Please, To…” Sally started to plead, but realized it would be futile. She swallowed. Her lips trembled. She bent down, took off her sandals, and handed them to Tommy. Without a word, he pitched them out the window.

Sally, with tears starting to drip down her red cheeks, reached for her jeans. She unfastened the button, unzipped, and slid them down her legs, revealing a pair of hip-hugging, white nylon panties. After slipping her jeans off, she clutched them to her chest, looking at Tommy pleadingly.

He simply pointed to the window.

“Oh, God,” whimpered his sister as she dropped her jeans through the window and watched helplessly as they drifted to the ground.

“That a girl,” Tommy said. “Now the panties.”

Sally stood still, her body trembling. Then, with a deep breath, she slipped out of the last vestiges of clothing she had. She covered herself with her hands, cheeks blazing with shame, and let the panties dangle loosely from her fingers.

“I’ll take these,” said the smiling Tommy as he snatched the panties from his sister and stuffed them in his pocket. “We’ll find something creative to do with them.”

(Sally wouldn’t see her panties again until the next morning. By then, word had spread. Students gathered outside to see them triumphantly displayed—hanging from the top of the school flagpole, flapping in the wind. And by then, everyone knew who they belonged to.)

“Take your seat now, Sally,” Tommy said cheerfully. “It’s time to get things rolling.”

Covering her sex as best she could, Sally shuffled back to her desk. She was extremely embarrassed for her brother to see her this way, but she knew this was like a walk in the park compared to what she was about to endure. She tried one last time to gain her brother’s compassion.

“Tommy, please don’t wake them up! I’ll give you anything. I’ll do anything! Please!"

Tommy’s face hardened.

“Number one—you should’ve thought of that two years ago. Number two—yes, you will do anything I want you to. Because now, I own you. And one of the first things you’ll do....is run out of here naked. For everyone here to see. Are you ready?”

He grinned.

“Here we go...”

“NO!” Sally screamed, dropping to a crouch behind her desk.

But instead of restarting time right away, Tommy froze Sally. There was still a bit he needed to tend to first.

He reached into his desk and pulled out a coil of rope and a pair of scissors.

“Time for Sally to bond with a few classmates,” he muttered with a smirk.

Chuckling to himself, he took a few minutes (well, in real time it was a grand total of exactly zero minutes) to complete his task, then took his seat. He started time for everyone except the instructor.

[imanewb]

It's a winner - nice to see someone out for, and achieving revenge. OK, the whole 'powers' concept threw me for a bit of a loop initially but hey, it's a story (well written and hilarious) so I'll just sit back and enjoy the ride.

[Blondie]

Chapter 4: Chaos in the Classroom

When Sally took her seat, she was fairly certain she knew what was coming. Her one objective was simple: to limit her exposure as much as possible. She had planned her exit strategy: Grab her books, slip out of her desk and make a beeline for the door, and do it as quickly and quietly as humanly possible.

Three seconds, tops, she told herself. With my athleticism, I’ll be gone before they even notice.

But when time restarted, Sally could tell right away that something was terribly wrong. Well, aside from the fact that she was completely naked among three dozen or so fully clothed classmates. When she reached for her books, her arms wouldn't budge. Panic flared as she realized her left arm was stretched out and immobilized—bound by a rope tied tightly around her wrist. The other end was secured to a metal pole situated by the window through which Sally's clothes had so unceremoniously exited.

Even more alarming to Sally was the realization that her right arm was also immobilized. The desk to her right had been shoved flush against hers, and to her horror, she discovered that her right wrist was handcuffed to the left wrist of the girl beside her. Even worse, the chain of the cuffs looped tightly around the backs of their desks, anchoring both of their arms in place.

For the reader's edification, it’s worth noting that while time was stopped Tommy was an industrious young man. Armed with rope and a pair of scissors, he’d carefully measured and cut five lengths, ensuring each had just the right amount of slack. The classroom was organized into five rows, and Sally sat in the far-left row by the windows. Tommy began on the opposite side of the room, in the second desk from the back—parallel to Sally’s.

Starting with a boy in that desk, Tommy tied one end of a rope to the boy’s left wrist and the other end to the right wrist of the girl seated to his left, stretching both arms outward. He repeated the process, tethering each successive pair of students by their adjacent wrists. When he reached the girl seated to Sally’s right, he used a rope slightly longer than the others, then pushed her desk until it was flush with Sally’s. Finally, he handcuffed their wrists together behind the desks.

Tommy knew this girl a little bit—her name was Molly—and he just had an inkling that having her up close and personal with Sally would add a little spice to the whole experience—a perception that would prove to be even more spot on than he ever could have imagined.

To complete the arrangement, Tommy tied Sally’s left wrist to the conveniently placed pole by the window. Of the five students he’d selected, only the boy on the far right retained the use of one hand. And only one of the five was naked, and it was not the one with the free hand.

For his final touch, he’d placed the handcuff key squarely on Sally's desk, well out of reach of both girls’ bound hands.

With everything in place, his work was done. All that remained was to restart time, sit back, enjoy watching the scene unfold, and let the chaos begin.

* * * * *

As time resumed, Sally immediately began to struggle frantically, yanking and twisting against her restraints to no avail. Beside her, Molly—initially startled by her own limited mobility—suddenly noticed something that made her forget her discomfort entirely. A wide grin spread across her face.

"You're naked!" Molly keenly observed, eyes sweeping over Sally with delighted disbelief.

"I know! Oh, shit!" cried Sally as she looked at both of her wrists in a desperate hope that she could find a way to free herself. She bent over and clenched her knees together while recklessly trying to pull her arms free. Her athletic three-second exit plan had gone out the window with her clothes.

Molly, unfazed by Sally’s panic, leaned in with mock curiosity. "Why are you naked?

“It’s not my choice, you stupid cow!”

It was a statement that did not aid in gaining any sympathy from her new seat mate, but it did contribute to her increasing enjoyment of Sally's dire situation.

Then Sally saw the key. Sitting right in the middle of her desk like a taunt.

“The key! For the handcuffs! Get us loose!” she shouted, twisting toward Molly in desperation.

"I can't," said Molly, with a certain amount of pleasure. She tilted her head to the right. “Take a look.”

Sally followed her gaze—and when she discovered what her brother had done, she nearly lost her mind. “What the...? Oh my God! This can’t be happening!”

The bizarre sight of five students tethered wrist-to-wrist had drawn curious stares, but so far only Tommy, Molly and Sally were aware that one of those five students was sitting naked at her desk. That was about to change.

"Look! She's naked!" a guy shouted from the middle of the room, leaping to his feet and pointing directly at her.

Over thirty pairs of eyes whipped toward the mortified, crimson-faced girl near the back corner of the classroom. Gasps and laughter erupted as students stood up for a better look at the naked girl writhing at her desk.

Sally was on the verge of a total breakdown. Then, finally, a glimmer of hope—she saw the guy in the far-right row loosening his rope, and the girl next to him working on hers. Eventually, she reasoned, Molly’s right hand would be freed, and she could grab the key. But things were moving at a glacial pace, from Sally's perspective. And the girl on her right wasn't helping matters.

"You have really nice tits," Molly observed, completely unfazed.

Sally’s mouth opened, then closed. She had no idea how to respond—and absolutely no desire to have this girl admiring her breasts.

“Everyone can see them,” Molly added, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. “"They're just hanging out there, and you're helpless to cover them up."

Again, Sally had no response to the obvious but biting remarks.

"You must be really embarrassed," she continued.

Sally clenched her teeth. “You think?” she muttered.

"I'm sure glad I have all my clothes on."

Sally was fit to be tied (yes, pun intended).

“Help me! Please, can somebody help me?” Sally cried, her voice rising with panic.

She turned to look—progress. The girl in the fourth row was now free, and the guy in the middle row was tugging at Tommy’s elaborate knot. Slowly, painfully, the line was working its way toward her.

“I mean,” Molly mused, voice practically sing-song, “this has to be your worst nightmare. But it’s real. It's actually happening.”

"Shut the fuck UP, would you? Please, somebody help!"

Nearly everyone remained frozen in place—either mesmerized by the unfolding spectacle or reveling in it with voyeuristic delight. Most fell squarely into the latter camp.

But there was one Good Samaritan in the crowd. A girl in horn-rimmed glasses quietly slipped from her desk and began making her way toward Sally. From his seat, Tommy raised a hand and wagged his finger at her like a disapproving parent. She met his gaze, saw the warning—and kept walking.

Sally's eyes widened in disbelief. “Oh God, thank you!” she gasped as the girl reached down for the rope.

But before she could begin untying it—time froze.

Tommy stood with a sigh, strolling toward the would-be rescuer. “Eventually,” he muttered, “people are going to start listening to me.”

He crouched down, unsnapped her jeans, and slid them to her ankles, revealing ice-blue cotton panties and pale, skinny legs.

Figuring that should do the trick, he sat down and restarted time.

The Good Samaritan had just bent down to work on the knot when she felt a coolness on her legs.

“What the—?” she gasped, glancing down to find her pants pooled around her ankles. Her face turned scarlet. Eyes darting around the room, she couldn’t tell if everyone was looking at her....or still staring at Sally.

For her sanity’s sake, she assumed it was Sally.

Shaking off her embarrassment, she yanked her pants up and turned back to the knot. She caught Tommy’s eye again—same look, same finger wag.

She ignored it. Determined to help her nude classmate, she got back to work.

Tommy was starting to get annoyed. It was time to step up the humiliation.

“Unbelievable,” he muttered, rising from his seat once more as he froze time again.

He was getting into the habit of talking to himself during time-stops—maybe just to break the eerie silence. “Well,” he mused, “if she really likes my sister so much….maybe I'll let her get up close and personal with her.”

The Good Samaritan was about to find herself in a Bad Situation. Tommy again lowered her jeans to her ankles, but this time he stripped them all the way off, along with her sandals. He decided to leave her panties on—after all, Sally was to be the star of the show—but for good measure he pulled off her long-sleeved sweater. He was surprised to discover that she was not wearing a bra, though her breasts were small enough that Tommy figured she probably didn't really need one.

He was pretty sure that she would not be particularly thrilled to put them on display for her already raucous fellow students.

He dropped the discarded clothes on the floor by the window and lifted Good Samaritan up. She probably didn't weigh a hundred pounds. He set her on Sally's lap, so they were facing each other. There wasn't a lot of room between Sally and her desk, but there was just enough to wedge her in. It was a snug fit.

"Perfect," said Tommy. "It'll take a little effort for her to get out."

Before stepping away, he carefully arranged Good Samaritan’s limp arms around Sally's torso, wedging them snugly between her back and the chair, creating the illusion of an intimate, lover’s embrace. He positioned her face so that she and Sally were mouth-to-mouth. Their breasts snuggled together. Tommy thought it was quite an erotic sight.

He sat back in his chair, smiled, and restarted time. He was very much looking forward to watching the scene unfold.

* * * * *

Sally's sense of pending relief had suddenly taken a drastic turn. It took a few seconds for the altered setting to sink in for her. Her Good Samaritan was no longer attempting to untie her wrist. In fact, she was sitting on her lap. Wearing only her panties. Their naked breasts were touching. Was she kissing her? She pulled her mouth away in disgust.

"GET OFF! GET OFF! GET OFF ME!" she screamed. Her shrieks could barely be heard over the eruption from her shocked, but thoroughly entertained fellow students.

Meanwhile, it took even longer for Good Samaritan to comprehend her most awkward situation. Her first sensation was a draft on her backside, which was in complete contrast to the warmth she felt on the front of her torso. She could feel her lips in contact with something and could feel and smell the breath of another human being, up close and personal. A split second later she heard the screaming in her ear. She looked down, and to her horror, discovered her state of undress, along with her intimate proximity to someone even more naked than she.

"AAAGGH!" was as profound an utterance as she was capable of as she feverishly tried to extricate her arms from behind Sally's back. Sally was hindering this maneuver, as she was leaning back as far as she could to separate herself from her involuntary partner. It was now her turn to yell in Sally's ear.

"Lean forward!" the girl cried.

“I am!” Sally snapped, wiggling forward with a sharp squeak of desk legs against the tile.

With a gasp of relief, Good Samaritan managed to yank her arms free.

"Get off me, goddammit!" screamed Sally, but Good Samaritan's frenzied attempts to extricate herself went for naught, much to the amusement of her classmates.

"Oh, God! I'm trying! Oh! Lean back!" she implored. "I can't squeeze out of here! Ohhhh!"

"I am!" Sally answered. “You lean back!” Sally yelled, still wedged at an awkward angle.

"I can't! This desk...ohhhh!"

Good Samaritan tried to lean forward from the desk to free up some space, but there was interference on her other side, too.

"And your big...oh!...your tits are in the way!"

To the delight of the witnesses, the two girls continued to wriggle and writhe against each other, squirming and thrashing in a frantic bid to break free from their thoroughly humiliating entanglement.

“This is amazing,” Molly said cheerfully, her grin widening with every second. From her front-row seat, she had a perfect view—and she was drinking in every moment. “I don’t know what the hell is happening here, but I sincerely hope it never stops.”

At long last, Good Samaritan managed to plant her right foot on the floor, finally gaining enough leverage to wriggle out of Sally's lap. In the process, their nipples brushed lightly against each other—an accidental touch that made both girls freeze and lock eyes in mortified silence.

“Aww,” cooed Molly with syrupy sarcasm, “such a tender little moment for you two.”

Good Samaritan snapped her gaze away and spotted her clothes crumpled in a heap on the floor. Without another word, she bolted toward them.

Meanwhile, Sally, whose own situation was not nearly resolved, noticed the handcuff key still sitting untouched on her desk.

“The key! Please, come get the key!” she called out in desperation.

But the Good Samaritan—who had no intention of sticking around for a third round—was about to leave the party. As she hastily pulled on the last of her clothes, she shot one final glance at Sally and gave a disbelieving shake of her head, realizing that her best bet would be to get as far away from her as possible. Grabbing her backpack, she bolted toward the door.

One last hurdle remained: for reasons known only to the prank gods (and Tommy), the teacher’s desk was wedged directly in front of the exit. Undeterred, she scrambled up onto it, twisted the doorknob from her hands and knees, slid off the far side, and disappeared into the hallway.

It would be a full two weeks before she would find the nerve to return to school.

Meanwhile, the stunned and spellbound classroom slowly turned their attention back to the far corner—where the thoroughly frazzled Sally remained at the epicenter of the chaos. She looked to her right and, to her relief, saw that the guy seated in the middle row was untying Molly’s wrist.

When she saw the rope fall away, she saw a light at the end of the tunnel.

"Oh, thank God!" she said. "Quick! The key! Unlock the cuffs!"

But Molly didn’t seem particularly interested in following Sally's desperate pleas. Instead, she used her free hand to reach into her desk for her cell phone. Then, with a mischievous glint in her eye, she turned toward the anguished Sally.

“I simply must capture this moment,” she said, holding the phone out at arm’s length and aiming it squarely at Sally's blushing face and chest.

Click. Click. Click.

Sally squeezed her eyes shut and turned away as far as her restraints would allow. "NO! Please, stop! Stop it, you bitch! Get me out of here!"

Molly lowered the phone and calmly scrolled through her new collection. “Oh, these are nice,” she said brightly. “Very nice. Wanna see?”

She held up the screen, but Sally didn’t even glance.

“No! I’m begging you—just get the key!”

Molly ignored her and flipped through the photos again for her own entertainment. “Honestly, you have really nice tits. Did I mention that? They're really photogenic.”

Sally was beyond exasperation. "Just get this fucking key, would you?! PLEASE!"

"Oh, you mean this key?" she asked as she reached over and picked it up from Sally's desk.

"Yes! Please, now unlock the cuffs!

"Hmm," said Molly as she held up the key and stared at it with a confused look on her face. "I'm not sure I'd know how to do that. After all, I'm just a stupid cow, remember?"

Sally groaned. “Oh please—I didn’t mean that! I’m sorry! Just get me loose!”

With a tilt of her chin and a glint in her eye, Molly leaned in. “So….who’s the stupid cow now?”

Sally knew what she had to do, and she was willing to do whatever it took to escape from the room as quickly as possible

"I am," said Sally.

"Say it."

"I'm a stupid cow."

"Good girl. Actually, you're a stupid naked cow, aren't you?"

"Yes. Please...!"

"Say it."

"I'm a stupid naked cow! God, please!" screamed Sally as she eyed the key in Molly's fingers.

"That's not quite right. You forgot to accentuate the word 'naked'."

"Oh, Jesus! I'm a stupid naked cow. Alright?"

Molly was enjoying her control over the anxious girl immensely and wasn't quite ready to relinquish her dominance. "I believe you also called me a bitch."

"Oh, shit. I'm SORRY! Please, just do it! I'm begging you!"

Molly cocked an eyebrow, enjoying every second. “Alright,” she said, twirling the key between her fingers. “If you get down on your hands and knees and properly beg, I’ll unlock the cuffs.”

Sally let out a strangled noise of frustration. She would absolutely have been willing to do just that, but of course they both knew that was impossible.

"I ca...please, you know I can't! Oh God, please just....please!"

"Did I mention that you have really nice tits?" Sally, on the verge of tears, had no response. "Can you say it?"

"Oh jeez...I have really nice tits!"

"And you're naked."

"Yes! Please!"

"Say it."

"I'm naked!" Sally yelled in exasperation.

"You forgot the really nice tits part."

"Oh, for Christ's sa...I'm naked and I have really nice tits!"

"Yes, you do! said Molly as she reached over with her free hand and tweaked one of Sally's nipples with her thumb and forefinger, causing her to jerk her body as much as her binds would allow.

"Okay, let's see what we can do here," said Molly as she inserted the key into the keyhole.

Sally watched with wide, desperate eyes as Molly finally turned the key, freeing her right wrist. She wasted no time sliding out of her chair.

"Hey, where are you going?" asked Molly. "Is it something I said?"

Ignoring her antagonist, Sally spun around and went to work on the rope binding her left wrist to the window pole. Realizing it would go faster with both hands, she awkwardly turned her back to the class and began tugging at the knot with frantic fingers.

"Oh God, please! Oh God, please! Oh God, please!" she chanted to herself over and over, her breath catching as her fingers scrambled desperately at the knot.

With her naked backside to her captivated audience, her hips wiggled with each tug as she shifted her weight from foot to foot in anxious rhythm, unwittingly giving her delighted audience a show they wouldn’t soon forget.

At last, the rope slipped free. Sally bolted up the aisle, abandoning her books and covering herself with both arms. She hit the turn like a running back (albeit a naked one with bouncing breasts).

She was slowed by the defense, though—the teacher's desk. She would have to climb up there, as did Good Samaritan before her. Only this time around it proved to be much more entertaining for her fellow students.

With a whimper of resignation, she scrambled up onto it on all fours, giving her enthralled audience an unguarded display of her secret charms. She reached down awkwardly, fumbled with the knob, then slithered off the desk and disappeared.

She could be heard blubbering freely as the splattering of her bare feet echoed down the hallway.

Outside, she hurriedly scooped up her clothes and began dressing with shaking hands. As she pulled her top down over her head, a sudden eruption of noise made her flinch. She looked up—and there they were, a full gallery of faces at the second-story windows: Tommy, Molly, and the entire class, whooping and clapping like they’d just witnessed a curtain call.

In the aftermath, Tommy sat back at his desk, hands clasped behind his head, basking in his latest triumph. His eyes drifting to Molly, who was still chuckling to herself. She seemed to really enjoy her role in Sally's humiliation. He made a mental note to potentially include her in some of his future plans. He thought she might make a great accomplice, and a pretty one at that.

And who knows? We have a lot in common. Maybe it could lead to even more?

“One down, many more to go,” he said out loud, affording himself a wide smile of fulfillment.

[Blondie]

Chapter 5: Cindy's Classroom Humiliation

Tommy didn’t have some grand master plan for avenging all his past humiliations—no meticulous list or sequence. In fact, much like Sister Ruth’s spontaneous takedown of him years ago, he found delight in the unpredictability of it all. Even he didn’t know what he might do next, or who would be his next “lucky” target. With his newfound powers, he could simply ride the moment—trusting his whims and indulging whatever inspiration struck next.

One thing was for sure—he was really enjoying himself since his most worthwhile meeting with Owen. The scars from his debasement were gradually becoming less painful as he continued settling his old scores.

* * * * *

It so happened that Cindy and Tommy were in the same geometry class. Readers might remember Cindy as a central figure in Tommy’s humiliation two years before. Tommy had known for a long time that she’d be getting her turn eventually. That day was fast approaching.

It was a Friday morning, and Tommy lounged in his seat while Mr. Dalton droned on about the angles of an isosceles triangle. Tommy had been riding high since the Sally payback over a week before in literature class. He was still savoring the delicious scene of her sitting naked at her desk, pleading with him not to start time, and how terrified she was about having everybody witness her forced nudity. It felt good to be in total control, and he planned to ride the wave to the finish.

Word of Sally's complete humiliation had traveled around the school, though most of the students were still unaware of Tommy's involvement. But Cindy knew. She and Sally were best friends, and Tommy could sense that Sally had informed her of his newfound talents.

For the past two years, Cindy had tormented him with cruel, mocking glee. “Tommy, when are you going to walk around naked for us again?” was one of her favorite lines. Just a month ago she’d smirked and glanced at his crotch, purring, “Do you still have a hairless little pee-pee?” She seemed to revel in Tommy's inevitable embarrassment and his blushing cheeks.

But this past week? A total 180. Suddenly she was friendly. Almost suspiciously sweet. She smiled at him in the hallway. She offered help with homework.

Tommy wasn’t buying it. If anything, her sudden kindness just reminded him of the betrayal.

After a week of being subjected to Cindy’s patronization, Tommy was ready to claim his next victim.

And he was quite looking forward to this particular act of vengeance, for more than one reason. For one thing, Cindy had taken quite a bit of pleasure in and had played a major role in his humiliation.

Also, Tommy had always had a secret affection for Cindy, although since that day he had no intention or interest in pursuing that fancy. Even now, despite everything, he couldn’t deny how much he’d admired her beauty—her confidence, her body, the curve of her hips, the sway in her step. Of course, that attraction was buried under layers of resentment. But purely from a voyeuristic standpoint, the thought of seeing Cindy naked and at his mercy—confident, teasing, untouchable Cindy—sent a delicious shiver down his spine. The fact that it would be against her will would only add to his pleasure.

It was a warm spring day, and Cindy was wearing a yellow, flowery summer dress that clung flatteringly to her slim frame. Her white high heels accentuated her long, slender legs.

She sat in the very front of the middle row, and Tommy was watching her with quiet intensity from his seat by the window.

Then he casually froze time.

He rose from his desk and strolled toward the oblivious blonde. Moving behind her, he delicately unzipped the back of her dress and slowly peeled it down over her shoulders, letting it gather at her waist. He stepped in front of her, a low whistle escaping his lips as his eyes lingered on the newly revealed expanse of her smooth skin.

But when he unhooked the front clasp of her white bra—heart pounding in anticipation—something unexpected happened.

Two foam pads dropped from the cups and plopped onto Cindy’s lap.

Tommy blinked. He stared.

Her bra was clearly marked as a C-cup, but upon close inspection, Tommy figured that her breasts would have trouble filling out an A.

“Holy shit,” he muttered to himself, dumbfounded.

* * * * *

Cindy Goodwin had always seemed to lead a charmed life. Born into privilege, raised in a posh home, she was the golden girl who got everything she asked for. At school, she was popular, earned good grades, and had an active social life.

But beneath her polished exterior lay a single, gnawing insecurity—the one imperfection in her otherwise flawless image: her chest.

She was so obsessed with her small chest that she persuaded her mother to take her to a doctor. The doctor's verdict was clinical and cold: There was nothing wrong. She might develop later, or she might not. Either way, she'd have to accept it.

But Cindy couldn't.

Since early adolescence, she had watched other girls blossom while she remained heartbreakingly flat-chested. By thirteen, she was padding her bras—subtly at first, then with increasing boldness. Now, just two months shy of her sixteenth birthday, she'd mastered the illusion. To everyone around her, she looked perfectly proportioned. Her secret was safe.

Until now.

Tommy stared at the bra, then at the pads in her lap, then back at Cindy’s exposed chest.

Tommy decided to have some fun with this most surprising discovery.

Grinning, he carefully replaced the bra and zipped her dress back into place. Then he placed the two foam pads on top of her desk

He returned to his seat and resumed time.

The effect was instant. Tommy smiled when he heard a gasp coming from his victim as she quickly snatched the foam pads from the top of her desk. He watched Cindy shift uncomfortably in her seat and as surreptitiously as possible reach down the front of her dress and return the pads to her chest.

She scanned the room, heart racing, praying no one had seen.

But then she saw Tommy. He was watching her—smiling.

A chill ran through her. The look in his eyes made it clear: This hadn’t been an accident.

Trying to compose herself, she quickly gathered her books and stood to leave. But Tommy wasn’t done.

In an instant, time stopped again.

He approached, and his time, he reached down the front of Cindy's dress and removed the pads. Then, rifling through Mr. Dalton’s desk drawer, he found exactly what he needed: a box of safety pins.

A few quiet minutes later, the pads were no longer hidden—they were proudly pinned to the outside of her dress, one on each breast, held in place by silver pins.

He stood back and chuckled to himself at the farcical display.

He returned to his seat.

And time resumed.

* * * * *

Cindy knew the moment she saw those foam pads sitting on her desk—her secret out in the open—that she was in deep trouble.

She knew how deeply she’d humiliated Tommy—and she hadn’t let him forget it, teasing him relentlessly. But everything changed when she heard what had happened to Sally. Since then, a chill of foreboding had settled over her, and now, it seemed that unease hadn’t been misplaced.

Her instinct screamed at her to get out—now. She quickly stuffed the pads back into her bra, gathered her books, and began to rise.

But then, to her alarm, the pads were no longer hidden. They were pinned—to the outside of her dress!

She nearly dropped her books in panic and plopped back into her chair. Her face was burning as she leaned over, fumbling to unpin the pads. But they were secured tightly. She tugged and twisted, breaths coming faster.

She looked around anxiously and turned bright red when she saw the girl next to her staring at her chest. The girl was grinning, wide-eyed in disbelief.

Though extremely mortified, Cindy felt somewhat fortunate that only this girl and Tommy seemed aware of her situation—so far.

It took her almost two panicky minutes to unhook all the pins, remove the pads, and sneak them back under her bra. She was sweating, trembling, desperate to escape.

Once again, she gathered her books and stood.

Tommy waited for that moment—and once again froze time.

He approached the petrified blonde and gently pried the books from her hands, setting them neatly on her chair. With calm deliberation, he unzipped Cindy’s dress and lifted her arms high in the air. He was amazed how cooperative her body was in this state.

He slid the dress up and off over her head.

Leaving her arms raised, he reached behind her and unfastened her bra. With the pads still inside the bra, he stashed the bra and pads inside the empty desk behind her.

Tommy took a step back and admired the sight.

Cindy stood there—arms to the sky, clad in only her skimpy white cotton panties and white high heels. Her long legs were golden tan, and she wore no nylons to cover her flawless skin. Her chest, small and delicate, was now fully on display. She had a beautiful body—an hourglass figure, with a perfectly rounded ass. Tommy was becoming aroused at the delectable vision.

He considered going further—perhaps slipping off her panties—but decided against it. For now, the sight of her exposed chest in front of the class would be humiliating enough.

He spotted a coat hanger near the door, hung Cindy’s dress on it, and placed it prominently on a hook above the blackboard at the front of the room.

Then he returned to his seat and restarted time for everyone except Mr. Dalton.

* * * * *

Cindy’s scream was music to Tommy's ears.

He watched as she instantly threw her arms over her chest, her eyes wide with panic. For a moment, she stood frozen, disoriented and exposed. Then her gaze locked onto the dress hanging limply from the blackboard—and she bolted for it.

But just before she could grab it—time froze again.

Tommy chuckled to himself as he casually took the dress off the hook, walked to the very back of the room and hung it up against the wall.

Time resumed.

* * * * *

Cindy had dared to hope that she could leave quietly after replacing the pads. She had her books in her hands and was out of her chair.

Then the next thing she knew, she didn't have her books. Not only that, she didn't have her dress. Or her bra. Or her fake breasts. She was standing there almost naked, with her arms high in the air.

She screamed out and instinctively covered her breasts, the breasts that only she and her doctor had seen for many years.

Momentarily befuddled, she stood there until she saw her beloved dress and darted to retrieve it. But just as she reached to grab it—it vanished, seemingly into thin air.

“No!” she cried. “Oh no! Please, no!”

She spun around. There it was. Hanging all the way at the back of the room.

For a fleeting moment, she considered making a break for the hallway—but dismissed it immediately. She could hear voices outside. Running out like this wasn’t an option.

She streaked toward the back of the room, arms wrapped tightly across her chest. She could feel the room reacting—gasps, laughter, the buzz of disbelief. Everyone was watching her.

Tommy watched too. She was getting close to the dress when he again stopped time and returned the dress to the blackboard hook before returning to his seat and starting time again.

“Oh, SHIT!” screamed Cindy when she grasped at nothing but air.

She whirled and saw her dress hanging from the front blackboard. Having no alternative, she again bolted up the aisle towards the front of the room.

Again Tommy stopped time just before she reached the dress. He hung the dress in the back of the room and walked back toward Cindy. He concentrated, and brought her out of the time-stop, leaving everybody else frozen.

Cindy blinked. The world was still.

She turned to Tommy, astonished.

“What....what is this?” she gasped, still shielding her bare chest. “How...?”

But there was no time for questions, as her state of undress was her primary concern.

“Please, Tommy, I’m begging you, please! I’ve suffered enough!” she said while continuing to cover her breasts.

Tommy crossed his arms, unconvinced. “Are you kidding? This is nothing compared to what you put me through."

He smirked. “Besides….you’re putting on quite a show. Look at all the happy faces on your audience.”

Cindy hesitated, then looked. Every face in the room was frozen in various stages of delight and astonishment. Tommy noticed one young gentleman with his hand on his crotch.

“Look at this guy, you’ve got him so excited he’s playing with himself. Maybe you should give him your panties and really make him happy.”

The thought of being completely naked appalled her. “Oh, please, Tommy, don’t do this to me!” she whimpered, curling her arms tighter around herself.

But Tommy wasn't done with her yet. He utilized a tactic he had learned from Sister Ruth on his own day of humiliation.

“I’ll let you put your dress back on, Cindy,” he said smoothly, “but only after you’ve been a little more attentive to your audience. You’re rushing down the aisle way too fast. I want a nice, slow walk so everyone can appreciate you.”

Cindy’s lip trembled.

“And let’s add a little flair. Put your left hand behind your head with your elbow sticking straight out, and your right hand on your hip. Your tiny little titties will be on full display. And I want you to shake your pretty ass back and forth all the way down the aisle. If you perform to my liking, I’ll let you get your dress, put it on and walk out of here.” Tommy paused to let it all sink in for the horrified Cindy. “But before we put on the main event, I’d like you to give me a sneak preview.”

“Tommy, please,” she whimpered. “I've been through enough.”

Tommy arched an eyebrow. “Not even close.”

Realizing it was useless to argue, Cindy slowly assumed the pose, her face burning as her left arm curled behind her head. Her exposed chest thrust forward involuntarily. She took one tentative step, then another, hips swaying as she made the slow, sultry walk down the aisle in nothing but panties and high heels. Tommy licked his lips in satisfaction.

When she finally reached the back of the room, she reached for her dress—only for Tommy’s voice to stop her cold.

“Uh, uh, uh. Turn around, sweetheart, and walk back toward me.”

Cindy winced. Turning slowly, she began the humiliating walk toward him, her head bowed in shame. With her hands not covering her breasts she could really feel her nudity.

But she was only halfway up the aisle before he stopped her again.

“Sorry,” Tommy said, shaking his head. “That just won’t do. Go back and start over. This time, keep your head up, look me in the eye, and try to smile. You know—like you’re actually enjoying yourself as much as we know your audience will.”

Cindy turned and repeated the walk. She kept her head high, eyes locked on Tommy, who was staring at her lasciviously. She was at the peak of her mortification. Almost.

When she reached the front again, Tommy leaned in and said, “Okay, now I’m going to return to my seat and restart time. If you can perform like that for a full audience, you get your dress. If not, we'll keep trying until you get it right. I think you’ll agree that you probably only want to do this once."

Tommy smiled in anticipation, while Cindy stood in trepidation. He lowered his gaze to her underwear.

"Oh, and take off your panties.”

Cindy just stood there aghast, totally taken aback at this new turn of events. She thought that she would be able to maintain at least some semblance of modesty.

“Please, Tommy, no!” She was now on her knees, in the classic begging pose with her hands folded in front of her. “I’m begging you, please let me keep my panties on.”

Tommy smiled at the delectable sight in front of him. He reflected on his own past humiliation, and had no compassion.

“Remember when you told Sister Ruth that I wasn’t looking you in the eye and I had to sing to you while I was naked? Remember when I had to wear a skirt in the girls’ bathroom, and you made me take it off in front of everyone? Remember when you and Sally pulled down my underpants and spanked me in from of everybody in the gym? Enough said. Now please remove your panties and put them on the lap of that happy guy holding his crotch.”

Tommy’s eyes drank in the scene as Cindy, now whimpering openly, bent slightly and, with trembling fingers she slid her panties down her legs. The sound of her shaky breath was just audible in the quiet room. She stepped out of the panties and was now naked except for a pair of white heels, which for Tommy only added to the sexiness of the scene. He took his time looking her over, letting her feel every second of it

Then, without a word, she walked to the soon-to-be-excited student and placed the warm, crumpled fabric in his lap. Tommy’s gaze fixed on her like a magnet, soaking in every movement.

“Okay, Sweet Cindy,” he said at last. “Let’s see the pose one more time.”

Miserably, Cindy struck the stance—hand behind head, elbow jutting out, the other hand posed at her hip like a reluctant showgirl. To Tommy, she looked stunning.

Tommy stepped back and slowly returned to his seat. Before restarting time, he left Cindy standing under the lights, in full pose, marinating in her shame.

"It's time, Cindy," Tommy finally said. "And you better go slowly, or you'll have to start all over again."

Just as Cindy was beginning her walk of shame, Tommy momentarily stopped time for her and retrieved her breast pads from inside the desk. He then pinned them to the back of Cindy’s dress in a strategic spot.

Then he returned to his desk and hit play.

Cindy began her slow, humiliating march down the aisle, each step deliberate, every muscle tense. She was careful not to walk too fast—she was only going to do this once. The classroom erupted around her in disbelief: gasps, laughter, howls of stunned amusement.

She could feel it all—dozens of eyes glued to her naked body, following every sway of her hips. The chorus of catcalls and whistles grew louder with each step, punctuated by actual applause that made her skin prickle with humiliation.

Along the way, she noticed the student rubbing his crotch with her panties, furthering her mortification.

The aisle stretched endlessly before her, each slow, swaying step turning the room into a circus of whistles, catcalls, and howling laughter. Her hips rolled with forced allure, and the louder the crowd roared, the deeper her shame burned.

She clenched her jaw and pressed forward, head held high and tears streaming down her scarlet cheeks. It seemed like her walk of shame would go on forever. She swayed her hips seductively with forced allure, and the louder the crowd roared, the deeper her shame burned.

To her immense relief, when she reached the back, the dress was still there. She snatched it like a drowning woman would grab a rope.

But just as she started to unzip it, the zipper zipped itself back up, all on its own.

“Oh, please, no more!” she cried out, turning to see Tommy smiling in his seat.

Finally, the zipper relented. She stepped into the dress, pulled it up, and zipped it closed—completely unaware of the ridiculous sight she now presented from behind, with the padded humps comically jutting from her backside.

She didn’t wait for a dismissal. She bolted up the aisle as fast as her heels allowed.

The moment she slipped into the hallway, the roar of laughter from the classroom erupted behind her, echoing down the corridor. Cindy didn’t stop running until she reached the girls’ bathroom.

It was then—catching her reflection in the mirror—that she screamed one last time.

[ValerianXIII]

Cindy is definitely my favorite!!!

[Blondie]

Cindy is definitely my favorite!!!

Like those small-breasted women, do you?

[Blondie]

Chapter 6: Stripped Naked in a Movie Theater

It had been a couple of weeks since Tommy had utterly humiliated Cindy in literature class. Since then, he hadn’t turned his attention to any new members of the group who had tormented him two years earlier—but that didn’t mean he wasn’t still enjoying the perks of his newfound powers.

He wasn't close to being done with Sally, for myriad reasons. She had played a major role in his own very public, very painful humiliation—an event she’d taken more than a little pleasure in. Plus, practicing his new skill was so convenient for him since they lived under the same roof. And if Tommy was being honest with himself, he didn’t just enjoy the payback—he genuinely liked looking at her naked body.

Because she had already been a victim of Tommy’s time-stop revenge, she was completely under his control. On more than one occasion, if their parents weren’t home and the mood struck him, Tommy would exercise that control.

One such evening, he was sitting in the living room, half-studying, while Sally busied herself with her usual chores—dusting and vacuuming like the dutiful daughter she pretended to be. Out of the blue, Tommy said to his sister, “I think I’d like to see you do that naked.”

Sally froze for a beat, visibly flinching. She flushed, kept her eyes down, and continued dusting, hoping if she ignored him, he’d drop the idea.

But Tommy persisted.

“In fact, I know I’d like to see you do that naked. Kindly take your clothes off for me, Sis.”

“Tommy…” Sally’s voice trembled. “You’ve already gotten back at me. Please. Let’s just call it even.”

Tommy smiled coldly. “Ah, but we’re not even, my dear, soon-to-be-naked sister. I had to strip and dance in the gymnasium in front of the seventh and eighth grade classes. You were naked in front of one class, and you didn't have to perform for them. Though it was certainly the most humiliating experience of your entire life, when you think about it, you got off easy. So no, Sally. This isn’t over. Not by a long shot.”

“Now make your choice,” Tommy said coolly. “Get naked right here and now—or find yourself naked when you least expect it. And if that happens, I guarantee the audience will be a lot bigger.”

Sally closed her eyes for a moment, cursing the day of Tommy’s original humiliation—and her role in it. Resigned, she chose the lesser of two evils and turned toward the stairs.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Tommy asked, already knowing the answer.

“You win,” Sally muttered. “I’m going upstairs to get undressed. I’ll be right back.”

Tommy chuckled. “Nice try, but no. There’s no reason to be shy now. I just saw you strip last week, remember? You can do it right here.”

Sally’s shoulders sagged in defeat. She turned away from him, cheeks already flushing with dread, and began peeling off her clothes—first her T-shirt, then her shorts, her bra, and finally her panties. She was barefoot to begin with, so now she stood completely nude, her back to him, trying desperately to shield what little modesty she could.

“Carry on with your dusting, Sis,” Tommy said, settling back in his seat. “Don’t mind me.”

Face burning, Sally obeyed. She resumed dusting the shelves and tables, acutely aware of how exposed she was under Tommy’s gaze. Though he had seen her nude before, this felt different—more deliberate, more degrading. She had a helpless feeling and could really feel her nudity while performing her duties under her brother’s watchful eyes. With each motion, she felt the vulnerability of her situation more intensely. She was utterly under his control—and they both knew it.

Tommy relished the absolute control he now held over his sister. With his time-stop and telekinetic abilities, there was no need to raise his voice or argue—just a quiet threat was enough to reduce Sally to submission. With minimal effort he had persuaded her to surrender her clothes and carry out her chores in the buff while he sat and enjoyed the naked display.

Sally had a beautiful body, and even though she was his sibling Tommy couldn’t help but to be stimulated. He took unfiltered pleasure in watching her move through her tasks. She looked most delightful while she vacuumed, particularly when she leaned over to clean under the furniture. Her face was blushing brightly, and he took extreme delight in her embarrassment, especially when he reflected on how he felt constantly shamed during his own day of humiliation.

* * * * *

On another occasion, Tommy was seated at the kitchen table, casually eating a bowl of cereal. Their parents had already left for the day. Sally, half-asleep and cranky, stood at the stove, cooking her eggs. Without looking up, Tommy asked, “Grab me some more cereal, would you?”

Sally didn’t even turn around. “Get it yourself,” she muttered.

Tommy just smiled. He waited until she sat down to eat her eggs. Nothing creative here—he simply stopped time, removed every stitch of clothing from her body, and casually tossed the pile into the living room. Then, with a smirk, he returned to his seat, lifted his spoon, and resumed time.

The effect was immediate. Sally gasped as her bare skin met the cold kitchen chair. She looked down in horror and instinctively covered her chest with both arms.

“Now,” Tommy said, “would you please get my cereal?”

“GOD DAMN YOU!” Sally shrieked, her voice half-fury, half-mortified squeal. But she stood, retrieved the cereal from the cabinet, and placed it in front of him—still covering herself as best she could.

Tommy made her finish her breakfast in her naked state, occasionally looking up from his sports section and smiling at his downcast, blushing sister.

* * * * *

On yet another occasion, Tommy’s patience wore thin when Sally spent too much time in the bathroom one morning before school, making them both miss the bus and forcing them to split a cab. His retaliation, while not particularly imaginative, was deeply satisfying. Midway through the cab ride, he stopped time. In the stillness, he stripped Sally completely naked and casually laid her clothes on the front passenger seat beside the driver. Then, with a smirk, he restarted time.

“OHMIGOD!” Sally shrieked, jolting upright and startling the cabbie.

The driver’s eyes darted to the rearview mirror, his jaw dropping before curling into a grin. Sally, crimson with embarrassment, grabbed Tommy’s arm and shook it desperately.

“Please, Tommy, where are my clothes!?”

Tommy shrugged. “Well, they’re not back here, so you might want to check the front seat.”

Since neither Tommy nor the cabbie moved to help, Sally was forced to lean over the front seat to retrieve her clothes, giving Tommy an unobstructed view of her round buttocks and the delighted cab driver an eyeful of her exposed chest. She snatched her clothes, quickly dressing while well aware of her entertained audience.

When they reached their destination, the driver refused the tip, thanking the humiliated Sally for “the most entertaining fare I’ve ever had.”

As they walked toward the building, Sally finally exploded.

“You sick little asshole!” she raged, unleashing every foul word in her vocabulary.

Tommy just smiled coolly. “Thanks for that. I’ll be filing it away for later.”

* * * * *

Sure enough, he got his chance that weekend. Tommy overheard Sally telling their mom that she was heading out to catch a solo matinee at the local theater. His eyes lit up. A private outing. A public place. The possibilities made him grin.

Even better? His friend Brian just happened to be running the projector and house lights that day.

“Perfect,” Tommy murmured to himself.

Tommy then came up with another idea, one that would serve him well in his personal life. The reader might recall Molly, the pretty girl who’d once been handcuffed to naked Sally and took great pleasure in her humiliation. Molly subsequently approached Tommy, and they gradually developed a friendship. Tommy had even confided in her—first about his powers, then about the humiliation he’d suffered two years before. To his delight, Molly was quite intrigued. Enthusiastic, even. She told him, with a playful grin, that she’d be happy to help if he ever wanted a partner in mischief.

Tommy liked Molly—a lot. And now he saw the perfect opportunity to further their relationship.

He picked up the phone. “Let’s go to the movies,” he said.

Molly accepted, and when Tommy filled her in on his plans for Sally, Molly's interest shot up another notch.

The two of them met outside the theater five minutes after the movie had begun. Just enough time for Sally to have settled into her seat. And, after all, the movie itself was the least of their interests. Sally would be the show.

Once inside, Tommy froze time—Molly watching the effect unfold in awe—and they strolled into the theater together. It was sparsely filled, maybe a quarter of the seats occupied. Sally sat alone in the center of a row, eyes focused on the screen, oblivious to the looming danger behind her.

He restarted time, then leaned forward, eyes narrowing in concentration.

* * * * *

Sally desperately needed a break. Her humiliations at the hands of her brother were preying on her mind. A quiet matinee seemed like the perfect escape—a darkened theater, a decent film, and, best of all, some time away from Tommy’s reach. Or so she thought.

She had just started to lose herself in the movie when something odd and unsettling began to happen.

Her tee shirt began to rise, slowly, the hem creeping its way out from the waistband of her jeans. She instinctively tried to push it back down, but her arms wouldn’t move. It was like they were pinned to the armrests by an invisible force.

A flicker of panic crossed her face as she looked to either side. Thankfully, her row was empty. But relief quickly gave way to dread as her shirt slipped further upward, lifting clean over her head and arms, and folding itself neatly on the seat beside her.

Sally’s breath quickened. She knew what this meant.

Unnerved, she tried to get up, but was unable to extricate herself from her chair. She was also unable to prevent her jeans from being unbuttoned and the next thing she knew they began to slide down her hips and thighs, inch by agonizing inch. Around her, the scattered audience remained blissfully engrossed in the film, unaware of the private show in their midst.

Her sandals loosened and slipped off, and with a final tug, her jeans slid down her calves and joined her shirt beside her. Still, she couldn’t move, and she just sat there, flushed and trembling, clad only in her bra and panties. She was utterly helpless, her body on display to anyone who might glance her way.

Then, time froze. The theater fell silent and still—except for Tommy and Molly.

Molly rose with a grin and quietly made her way to Sally’s row. She collected the pile of discarded clothes and returned to her seat. Time resumed.

Sally looked to her side and gasped. Her clothes were gone.

Her heart began to race in full panic now, but things were only getting worse. Without warning, the clasp on her bra snapped open. The straps slipped off her shoulders and slithered down her arms before the bra flopped onto the empty seat. She could only watch, wide-eyed and horrified, her arms still fixed to the chair.

“No... no, please…” she whimpered, her voice barely a whisper.

She braced herself for what she knew would ensue, but a full fifteen excruciating minutes elapsed before she felt the soft, sickening tug at her panties.

“Oh God, please, no,” she whispered into the darkness.

But they slid down just as the rest had—past her hips, her thighs, her knees—until they fluttered to the seat and landed on top of her bra.

Sally was now completely nude in the middle of a public movie theater.

Tommy watched from a distance while he methodically stripped his sister. When she was naked, he concentrated and released the restraints he had on her arms. When he saw her immediately reach for her underwear he stopped time, and Molly retrieved the bra and panties. She returned to her seat, smiling smugly.

Time resumed.

The naked Sally was quite relieved to discover that she could finally move her arms. But much to her horror, just when she was about to grab her underwear, “poof!” they disappeared.

“Oh God, no!” she gasped, her voice cracking. “No, this can’t be happening….please, have mercy!” she whispered to herself.

But the gods of mercy had clearly gone out for popcorn.

She instinctively hugged her torso, with her hands wedged between her legs and her knees pressed tightly together. She was shivering, partly from being exposed to the cool temperature of the large room, but more from the fear of the very real possibility that her fellow patrons would discover her state of naked humiliation.

Sally was on the verge of breaking down. She looked anxiously about the theater. On the one hand there was a sense of relief that it was dark—for now—and the other patrons were too absorbed in the movie to be aware of her condition. But that tiny comfort was overwhelmed by a growing dread. She had no idea where Tommy was, and without him, she had no hope of escaping this nightmare.

She nervously considered her options, which were dismal. She could dash to the restroom, but it was all the way on the other side of the building and crawling with people. She could get up and search the theater for Tommy, but that would only bring attention to her nakedness. And even if she found him, he'd probably just laugh in her face.

She squirmed fretfully in her seat, at a loss for what to do. She sat there, feeling a chill, definitely feeling her nudity and mostly feeling a sense of profound dread over the scenario of the movie ending and the lights coming on before she could recover her clothes. She felt her face burning at the prospect.

"Oh God," she whispered under her breath, clasping her arms around herself. "Please, please help me!"

From the corner of her eye, Sally spotted someone entering her row. Her heart leapt—maybe it was Tommy? For all her fear, he was still her only hope.

But no. As the figure drew closer, Sally could make out enough to see it wasn’t Tommy—it was a girl. Sally curled in on herself, trying to become invisible.

Then, much to her horror, the girl sat in the seat right next to her and casually placed a hand on her upper thigh.

"Naked again? In a movie theater this time, no less? You really are quite the exhibitionist, aren't you?" Molly whispered, her breath warm in Sally’s ear.

Sally flinched at the sound of the voice and twisted to get a better look. Her stomach dropped.

"You!" she exclaimed in a loud whisper. "What the fuck? Do you have my clothes?" she asked desperately.

Molly grinned. "I'm sorry, I don't. But I can get them for you. Do you want them?"

“Yes! Please!” Sally whispered with a surge of hope, almost lunging toward her.

“Well,” Molly said sweetly, “I’m willing to help. But you’ll have to earn it.”

Sally's eyes widened in fresh terror, fearing what the devious girl next to her had in mind. "Please," begged Sally. "Oh God, tell me, what?"

Molly tilted her head forward, gesturing subtly. "See those two guys?"

Sally followed the direction. Indeed, there were two young teenage boys directly in front of them, two rows up. It seemed they were together, but an empty seat separated the two.

Sally nodded, with a look of panic on her face.

"Good," said Molly. "I'd like you to go over there and take the empty seat right between them."

Sally’s mouth dropped open. "Are you insane? I can't do that!"

"Suit yourself," Molly said, standing. "I guess you'll be naked when the movie ends, and the lights come on. Have fun with that."

"Wait!" Sally grabbed her arm. "Okay! I’ll do it! Just....promise me I get my clothes back."

"Cross my heart," Molly said sweetly, settling back down. “Don’t worry, sweetie. The movie’s almost over. You’ll be able to get dressed before the lights come on. But you must do it now, or you'll be putting on a nudie show for everyone here. Also…” she leaned in, voice honey-smooth, “….you have to do exactly as I say. Sit up straight. Arms on the armrests. No covering up. I'm sure the boys will want to see your lovely tits."

She gave Sally’s bare thigh one last pat—way too high up for comfort—then rose and sauntered off, giggling as she slipped back into the shadows with Tommy.

The two of them sat back and waited in anticipation.

Sally sat paralyzed, her mind racing. She had no good options. If she wanted to avoid being caught naked by the entire audience, she had to do the unthinkable.

"Oh, shit!" she whispered to herself.

Biting her lip, she slowly rose, hunching forward as best she could to hide herself. She scurried across her row, then back across two rows up and slipped into the vacant seat between the unsuspecting boys. Her bare skin met the cold vinyl seat with a jolt.

Tommy and Molly giggled freely as they watched the scene unfold. After Sally sat down, a few seconds passed before they could perceive any reaction from Sally's new seatmates. When one of them realized there was a naked girl sitting next to them, Tommy and Molly heard one of them say, "Derek! She's naked! She's naked!" They were shushed by a couple of patrons, but it fell on deaf ears.

"Oh my God!" said the boy named Derek.

They stared, mouths agape, then scrambled for their phones. Over the next few moments there were flashes going off left and right on either side of Sally. The boys weren't about to let their good fortune pass by without saving their eye candy for posterity. Plus, they would have proof for their unbelieving friends when they tell them of their incredible experience.

Tommy smiled as he imagined the extreme mortification his sister was feeling. He let it play out for a couple of minutes, and then, showing just a wee bit of compassion, he decided to carry out the rest of his diabolical plan.

With a nod to Molly, Tommy stopped time again. The theater froze. Together, he and Molly strolled to the front, climbed the stage, and tied a string across the screen. Tommy then took two clothespins and hung a piece of Sally’s lingerie that he had taken from her drawer. It was a lacy, black teddy. Then, giggling, they returned to their seats. Time resumed.

The murmurs began immediately. Then Sally looked up. She gasped.

"Oh Christ!"

Sally immediately knew what she had to do, and she recognized that she had to act quickly. She bolted from her seat, her hands trying in vain to shield herself as she dashed down the aisle, her breasts bouncing wildly, her breath coming in sharp sobs.

There was just enough light to make out a naked, teen-aged girl—a well-put-together one, at that—climbing onto the stage.

The theater erupted in gasps, whispers, and stunned amusement.

The thunderstruck audience watched in amazement as a spotlight zeroed in on the hysterical girl just as she reached up for the lingerie. The sight of Sally, frozen mid-reach like a deer caught in headlights, was met with a ripple of delighted laughter.

She snatched the teddy from the line and turned to face the crowd, stunned and exposed. The room roared.

The laughter continued as the enthralled audience watched the girl hop along the stage while frantically and clumsily stepping into her skimpy teddy and pulling the spaghetti straps over her shoulders. The spotlight trailed her as she dashed down the steps, raced up the aisle, and burst out the side door, the slam of the closing door punctuating her dramatic exit.

* * * * *

The laughter slowly faded, the spotlight dimmed, and the anticlimactic conclusion to the movie played out on the screen. By then a fifteen-year-old boy with a bundle of clothes under his arm was walking down the aisle, hand-in-hand with his new girlfriend. They exited the theater together, both grinning ear to ear, ready to follow their favorite exhibitionist home.