Summer needed to set up their base at the hotel, and they all agreed that Chris staying with Amy was less awkward than Jamie. Summer made her promise to keep the uncouth comments to a minimum, and they agreed to pick her up tomorrow at 8, before Amy went to work.
Summer woke up at 6:20, to her phone buzzing. It was a text from Amy.
"COME RN ITS CHRIS," it read.
Summer quickly woke up Jamie, put on some street clothes, and fifteen minutes later, they were there. This time, Amy opened the door for them, still completely naked. She hurried them in, not really trying to cover up, and led them to the guest room where Chris was sleeping. The door was closed, and behind it Chris was laughing uncontrollably.
They burst into the room, and they were greeted by the most unexpected sight. Chris was alone, lying on her mattress in fetal position, still laughing - and just as naked as Amy.
"What happened?" Summer shouted at Amy.
Instead of answering, Amy put a hair trimmer in her hand.
"We have to shave her," she said.
"What?"
"The hair is tickling her. We have to shave her."
Instead of bothering with Amy, she crouched down to Chris.
"Chris! What's happening?"
"MAKE IT STAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP," Chris pushed out between fits of laughter. "IT TICKLEEEEEEEHEEEEEES!"
"What?" she asked, then realized how little sense the question made. "Where?"
"MY PUSSY!!!! Something is tickling my PUSSY!" she shouted.
Summer's mind raced. Maybe it was some sort of substance? Itching powder in someone's underwear was a cruel trick some of Summer's high school foes used. Maybe this was a similar powder but it tickled instead of itched?
"We gotta wash it off," she told Chris. "Jamie, keep an eye on Amy," she said. She had a feeling they could trust her, but she also had no idea who else could've done this to Chris.
She led Chris to the bathroom, and closed the doors behind them.
"I think someone put something in your panties," she said. "You have to wash it off."
She got in the bathtub, and reached for the shower head, but before she could reach it, her hands flew back to her crotch, and she doubled down again.
"I CAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAANT," she cried, "IT TICKLES TOO MUCH!"
"Get in here," Summer shouted. Jamie and Amy rushed in. "Hold her arms," she said, while she herself climbed between Chris's legs, stopping them from closing with her body. Jamie and Amy held her arms down. Summer could only imagine how embarrassing all that must've been; with her legs spread and arms above her head, Chris was as exposed as she could be.
"Sorry about this," she said, and she turned on the shower head, aiming it at Chris's crotch. "I'll have to wash it out." She tried to help with her hand, trying not to think about how she was stroking her best friend's crotch.
After minutes of scrubbing - and laughing, from the part of Chris -, Summer had to admit it wouldn't work.
"What happened to her?" she snapped at Amy.
"The hair is tickling her," she shouted. "We have to shave her!"
"What did you do to her?" Jamie asked.
"Nothing!" She was already holding shaving cream. "Hold her down, I'll do it."
"Fine," Summer decided. "Chris, try to stay still. Hopefully this will help."
It wasn't easy, and required the both of them holding her down, but after some long minutes, Amy managed to whisk all the pubic hair away, without any nicks.
Summer wasn't even sure if she was surprised that it worked.
"Tell me everything," Summer told Chris, once everyone was dry, and sitting comfortably.
"I was here, we had dinner, talked a bit, then went to bed," Chris stared. She was still naked. She was sitting with her legs crossed, but not really attempting to cover anything - she probably figured after the fiasco in the bathroom, everyone already saw everything. "I was wearing a tank top and panties. I went to sleep, and then woke up, when it was already light outside. The blankets felt uncomfortable, so I threw them off, and tried to go back to sleep.
"Then I felt something... like... move... under my shirt. At first I got scared that like a spider got in there, or something. But I checked, and there was nothing. But then... it was like something was inside it. Several somethings. And they started to tickle. Lightly, at first, then it got worse. I took it off. Panties, too. Then it stopped. But if I put something on, anything at all, it started again. So I snuck out to the shower. Figured the same as you: that it was some sort of powder. Nothing. When I was naked, there was nothing.
"For a while. And then... I felt something moving again. On my... you know, my pussy. It went from barely noticable, to annoying, to unbearably ticklish. Then Amy heard me laugh, came in, and told me she'd get you."
"What about you?" Summer turned to Amy. "Is that familiar?"
"She must not like clothes anymore," she said.
"You did it again!" Summer shouted.
"Did what?" Jamie asked.
"Yesterday, she said something similar. And she had the same blank expression that she had just now."
"You think... what?"
"Don't know yet. Time for some experiments."
She took one of her socks off. She handed it to Chris.
"Okay. I've head this on since morning. Felt nothing. Try it on."
"Nothing," Chris said, after she did. Then... "Oh. No. It's like something's in there. Hih... oh... ohhaaaahhaaa... it tickleeees..." She wrestled the sock off of herself.
Summer put it back on. Nothing. She took the other one off. Threw it to Amy.
"Your turn."
As soon as it fell into Amy's lap, she stood up, lifting her arms, like she was disgusted to touch it.
"No!" she shouted. When asked why she did that, she would not elaborate.
The next hour or so was spent with much stripping and laughing. Summer, Jamie, and Chris all tried on various articles of each other's - and Amy's - clothes. The effect was consistent: whatever Chris put on, she felt it tickle her, or like something was under the clothing tickling her. The longer she had it one, the worse it became. None of the clothes had any effects on Summer or Jamie.
"So I think it's safe to say there's nothing wrong with your clothes," Summer finally concluded, after awkwardly putting her bra back on under her shirt. "But you think it is; and I'm willing to bet a lot of other people do too."
"So what is this?" Jamie asked. "Some kind of mind control? Mass hysteria?"
"Or hypnosis," Summer added. "I don't know yet. We need more information. It seems to affect Amy and Chris differently. I don't think Amy doesn't want to help us; I think she genuinely can't talk about it. That's why she gets that blank expression. Which either means there's something different about them, or that whatever they have is progressive."
"So what? We just sit around waiting for Chris to get worse?"
"Or we go out and find more victims. See how long they've had it for, and what condition they're in."
"And how is that going to help us stop it?" Chris interjected.
"I don't know. But we can't really do that, unless we know more about what it is we should be helping."
"I'm not sure about that," Jamie said. "I mean, we know some. We know it's in their head, right? That means all we have to do is convince them that they're not being tickled."
"And how do you do that?"
"Tickling," Jamie said, after some thinking.
"You want to convince me I'm not tickled... by tickling me," Chris said, sarcastically.
"I want to convince you you're not being tickled by your clothes," Jamie said. "Make your brain concentrated on the actual tickling instead."
"And that's good for me because?"
"Once it works, we stop the actual tickling, and you can put on some clothes."
"Okay," Summer said. "If Chris and Amy are okay with that, you three stay and try. I'll go out and visit Amy's coworkers, and anyone else I can find. I'll come back here once I'm done."
The gang is split in two. Whose story are we following?
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