CHAPTER TWO
Paige's ears pricked up at the prospect of a paying client. Prank or no, she decided to
hear this lady out. As it happened, she was actually a professor at the local college.
Although they were all recent grads, she and several other instructors had decided to
break the "glass wall" and bring civilization to the male side of the campus. They set up
a trial program, where they would replace some of the male professors in their class
lectures. Most of the classes were hard sciences and technology, but the women
insisted on injecting what these poor eggheads needed most: some good old-
fashioned liberal arts. At first everything went well. Of course the men complained
about the "wasted time" and "interruption to their course work." But that didn't matter;
the feminists were getting their point across, and that was the important thing.
Then some... strange occurrences began to creep in. At first it was nothing. Wanda
would notice a favorite bra or pair of panties had been misplaced. Then it was
sweaters and whole pantsuits. But eventually, her wardrobe consisted of nothing
except her very shortest skirts and sexiest panties. Then the REALLY inexplicable
things started happening.
While at school, professor Simms suddenly realized that their panties had vanished -
right off of her sensitive little tushie! Wanda distinctly remembered putting on the
scandalous thong -- it was the last one she could find in her otherwise barren negligee
drawer. She never even knew exactly why she had the thing -- which she despairingly
referred to as a piece of "butt floss." All morning, she had been aware of the
sensations that left her constantly fixated on portions of her anatomy which no
professional lady should dwell on while she is trying to mold the minds of
impressionable 18-year-old boys.
But then, inexplicably, she noticed that the wispy lingerie was no longer in contact with
her highly sensitized private places. Amazingly, she had absolutely no recollection of
removing the garment -- all she knew was she felt vaguely liberated and more free, and
after a while she suddenly realized why that was: cool, fresh air was gently caressing
her delicate backside (and frontside); in front of her all-male students; right in the
middle of a lecture on the proper respect due, and decorum expected of, a proper lady!
Freezing in mid-word, she awkwardly patted herself down, but she felt no trace of the
wispy little "tramp panties." No, she was sure they were gone, and not just nestled into
some forgotten crack or other.
As crazy as it sounds, Wanda was so discombobulated by this sudden nether exposure
that, just for a second, she imagined that the fresh faces of her innocent young
students were leering at her -- almost as if they were all aware of her very private
shame.
Blushing profusely, the befuddled teacher excused herself and frantically retraced her
steps. Could the panties have simply slipped without her noticing as she walked down
the hallway? Had she absent-mindedly left them behind in the ladies' room? But, try as
she might, she couldn't for the life of her riddle out what had happened to her wayward
undergarments.
Wanda had been far too embarrassed to tell anyone else about her stultifying
conundrum before now. At first, she had assumed she was just being absent-minded.
But now she started to wonder if she was losing it altogether. In desperation, she finally
approached one of her female colleagues. Now that she stopped to notice it, Carol and
the other girls had been dressing a lot more floozily lately. Only, Wanda had been too
preoccupied with her own problems to notice. And when she saw how flustered Carol
seemed - constantly checking her hem - Wanda decided to risk sharing her dirty little
secret, and tentatively broached the subject.
It turned out that Carol had also just lost her last set of underwear! Emboldened, they
went up to each of the other girls and asked them if they'd noticed anything unusual.
After a lot of embarrassed hemming and hawing, they finally found that every women in
their test group found herself inexplicably "going commando" today! But the shared
nature of the plight didn't explain anything. This only served to make the mystery even
more confounding.
The women left campus early, and resolved to all stay in the same house and keep a
watch over each other to find out what was happening. They gathered at Wanda's
home. They all reported that when they had gone by their places, they had no problem
packing for the sleep over - because every remaining article of clothing they owned had
disappeared from their homes! There were no signs of break in, and nothing else was
missing. Only the clothing; every last stitch of it; even items that would have been hard
for an invader to find. Sadly, Wanda's home was no different. Aside from the outfits
these eight professional women were wearing at the time, they didn't own so much as a
single hair net among them.
And there wasn't much at all to the outfits they did have left. By this time, the women
had all been reduced to the sexiest miniskirts they owned. All left over from their
undergraduate days. Certainly not anything they would be caught dead in now that
they were respected university professors - if they had a choice in the matter. But
someone, or something, had taken the option of any more respectable attire away from
them. Fortunately, they had all managed to stay close to their college weight. But even
a few extra pounds in some of these slinky numbers meant the difference between
being risque, and possibly getting arrested. What's more, some of the women even
swore up and down that their skirts had been taken in - as crazy as that sounds.
What's worse, after the events of this afternoon, the entire group had not a single shred
of underwear among them!
The nervous young women finally settled in. They realized they might have to wear the
same clothes until they resolved this mystery, so they all got together and washed what
they had on. Of course, that meant they had to strip down totally nude. Taking no
chances with these now-precious articles, they carefully washed the delicate frocks by
hand and then, since the slinky little numbers could never survive the clothes dryer,
they hung them out to dry outside. Wanda's back yard was fenced, but it was by no
means completely private. The naked women crouched down as best they could and
snuck around the yard, hanging their clothes with trembling fingers.
Once they were all back inside, they broke out in hysterical giggles. As humiliating as
this situation was, it was also turning into quite a lark! And an exciting one. Truth be
told, Wanda had never felt so titillated. And she suspected some of the other women
felt the same, but no one dared mention that out loud. The women resolved to stay in
the living room and keep an eye on their precious remaining clothing. They turned the
lights off so no one outside could peak in, and lit some candles. Finally, someone
broke out the wine and the girls started to wind down. They stayed up telling ghost
stories, most of them involving fanciful theories about who had purloined their clothing,
and who they might catch when he finally showed up to try and nab the rest. Finally
they all drifted off to sleep.
They awoke to a scream. Foolishly, they had forgotten to set a watch. The first girl to
awaken saw that all of their frocks were gone from the line. The women stood in mute
shock, staring at the empty clothesline, as it sunk in that they were now as just as
hopelessly bare as it was. And it looked like they might remain that way until they could
figure out who kept nicking all their clothes!
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