Dawn had noticed an invisibility spell earlier. It seemed like the perfect way to get at her boss without anyone knowing. She hurried to the bathroom to have privacy to do the spell. The spell involved a simple incantation, and the burning of sage. She was worried about the sage indoors,but the smoke alarm luckily didn't go off. She completed the ritual sitting in a stall. She looked down at herself eagerly. As expected she was invisible. Unexpectedly her clothes were still visible. Her shirt and skirt appeared to be floating over a nonexistent figure. Well that poses a problem, Dawn thought. The solution was obvious, if not a little risque. The pulled off her clothes, her underwear included. Now she was fully invisible. Shoving the clothes and book into her bag she hid it carefully behind the toliet. Then, bare feet on cold tile she exited the bathroom.
She entered the crowded mall, fully naked. She was terrified at first. What if the spell went wrong? But, when no one turned to her laughing and pointing she knew she was successfully concealed from the human eye. It felt strange, being naked in public. Frightening, but strangely exciting. She felt a surprising dampness between her bare thighs. With her hands she played with her unseen breast, tweaking her nipples and barely suppressing a squeal.
As she approached the Hot Topic Dawn knew she had to reign herself in. She dodged through the crowd, carefully avoiding touching anyone. Vicky was behind the counter, helping a customer. There was a long line of awkward teenage outcasts, all buying the appropriate cooperate merchandise to display their angst. Dawn went around the crowd and got behind the counter with her boss. Still unseen she admired her bosses backside. Her legs were encased in fishnet stockings, her skirt stopping right below the curve of her butt. Dawn carefully pulled up her skirt. Vicky was wearing a bright red thong which wedged between her two perfect cheeks. Dawn ran a hand over Vicky's exposed backside.
Vicky, in mid sentence with a customer suddenly gasped loudly, her eyes going wide. She felt someone grab her butt! She whipped around angrily, but was alone behind the counter. Strange, she could've sworn...
"are you okay?" the fifteen year old customer asked, confused.
"uh, yes, yes. You're total will be twenty five dollars..." she went back to work, assuming she must have brushed against something.
Dawn was trying her best to hold back laughter. Carefully she raised her bosses skirt once more. This time she carefully pinched each side of Vicky's thong and began sliding it down.
Vicky, still trying to run the register began to wriggle uncomfortable. She felt a strange slippage in her nether regions. She glanced down quickly. To her surprise her thong was around her ankles! Her jaw dropped. What was going on.
"excuse me?" The rather bitchy customer asked again. "I thought you were going to help me find the new AFI album."
"oh, that's right." Vicky said, flustered. She knew she couldn't leave the shelter of the counter with her thong around her ankles. So she stepped out of it and kicked it under the register. I'll put it back on when I'm done with this bitch, she thought.
She led the other girl over to the CD's Dawn followed unseen. When Vicky leaned over to thumb through the discs Dawn reached foward and lifted Vicky's skirt, revealing her snow white butt. Dawn wedged the back of her skirt under her belt, leaving her backside fully revealed.
Several customers noticed. No one said anything, they just stared at the two exposed cheeks as the jiggled with Vicky's every movement.
"here it is!" Vicky said, pulling out the CD and handing to the customer. The customer just stared, covering her mouth wide eyed.
"...what?" Vicky said in confusion.
"I can totally see your butt you crazy skank!" the customer said disapprovingly. Vicky looked over her sholder. She was greeted by her own full moon!
"OH!" She exclaimed, getting the attention of every customer in the store. She reached back and pulled her skirt down.
"Ever heard of underwear?" the bitchy customer said sarcastically. "it's totally gross that you're running around half naked."
Vicky was at a loss for words. A flush had begun to appear on her pale face, showing through her white makeup. while Vicky was preoccupied with her backside Dawn snuck a hand under the front of her skirt, quickly sliding her fingers over Vicky's lips, her index finger slipping into her vagina for a quick second.
Vicky, feeling this, drew even more attention as she trusted her hips back, away from the unseen groping. She looked back and forth for whoever was touching her, but couldn't see anyone. Keeping one hand firmly over her ass she pressed the other over the front of her skirt, causing her to look even crazier to the growing crowd.
So, she's going to hold her skirt down? Dawn thought. Well, I can help with that! She grasped the hem of the skirt with both hands and pulled as hard as she could. Vicky gasped as her skirt slid out from under her hands, her belt not even holding it up as it flew down her legs, landing in a pile around her ankles.
Vicky froze, staring at the store full of her customers. From the waist down all She had on was fishnet stalking and boots. Not only was her fine ass fully displayed but now her vagina was fully visible. The teenage boys and girls stared at her crotch, clean shaven except for a carefully manicured racing strip (blond, her natural hair color).
Vicky screamed loudly. Bending down she tried to pull up her skirt. Dawn held it firmly against the ground, causing Vicky to appear to be having a tug of war with her own clothes. The crowd watched her tight ass gyrate as she stood hunched over, pulling at the ground.
Finally the skirt could take no more and ripped in half. Vicky rose with a useless wad of black fabric. She pressed it to her crotch and pressed her other hand to her butt crack, concealing herself as best as she could. Unable to face the store full of people she ran to the back of the store, jumping into a changing booth.