“Aww! Life is unfair!” Ron whined. “Girls can get away with being naked and guys can’t!”
“He really is an idiot, isn’t he?” Bonnie said, yanking away the rack of clothes Monique was hiding behind.
“Hey! Leave that there!!” Monique squeaked, hunched over, an arm across her boobs the other thrown out for it, but a leg lifted in an attempt to hide her pussy. Balancing on one leg, the other 'nude' girl won, and now there was nothing between her and everyone looking in through the large storefront windows of Club Banana. “Yelp! Is that a TV camera crew out there!?!”
“Bonnie,” Kim frowned, “are you trying to leave through the ventilators?”
“I’m not staying here to be interviewed. Can you imagine?! ‘Oh, and how does it feel to be stuck being naked?’, the reporter asks inanely.”
“Then don’t give an interview. And as far as what we tell the police, we have truth on our side!”
Bonnie eyed the ceiling, and nudged the rack into alignment. “Is the truth ever believable?”
“She should know,” Monique said. “She’s always spreading gossip about people -Hey! Look, the rack isn’t disappearing! Maybe that aura-thing is wearing off!” But, no, some of the clothes swinging on the moving rack brushed up against Bonnie and were taken away by the green glow.
“I think it just takes longer for some substances to become invisible,” Kim said. “Probably the denser, the longer.”
“Then I’m with Bonnie!” Monique said, scurrying over to the escape route. “Let’s get to a museum and get us suits of armor! Or a comcon and Iron Man costumes!”
Bonnie used her ballerina skills to find her balance on top of the rack. "Yeah. Everybody's going to believe you are naked by accident. -You hang out with a guy with a naked mole-rat!"
Kim sighed, deciding she had no choice but stay with the girls. “Ron, turn off the store lights for us. The controls under that counter.”
“Right, KP! Oh, I see it” It was “suspended in midair”, a large area was missing in front of the switches. “-Gaeh! What happened to the counter!? It looks like something nasty was spilled on it and ate it away!”
“It’s not nasty!!” Kim told him, blushing, fighting back her shame. “And it’s why you can’t follow us!! Do you understand: Don’t get into the ventilators!!”
“Okay!! But I don’t understand!!” He at least got the lights out, putting the store in a dimness that was diminished only by the bright lights of the mall outside (and the TV camera lights, and those who had flashes on their personal cameras, and…)
Kim was somewhat relieved knowing that there wouldn’t be the best of camera shots of three girls climbing, allowing “skirtless up-skirt” views. “Look at what’s happening to the rack, and you’ll, hopefully, understand.” The metal of the rack had finally begun to disappear from Bonnie’s touches. More disappeared from Monique’s. And from Bonnie’s. Pussyjuice was flowing down Monique to join the black girl’s own cream. The floor beneath the rack had a growing invisible puddle, allowing the floor beams to be seen.
Ron saw and did understand one thing: “Rufus! You scout out ahead of them! Find an exit where there’s not too many people around! It’ll be okay; you’re already naked!”
The naked mole-rat saluted, and jumped to Kim and then the rack, and then - Both Monique and Bonnie screamed and almost fell at the feel of a “rodent” crawling over their naked skins! The feel of clothes the aura left for them was very thin.
Fri Jun 10 08:28:15 2016