Thread: Sheer [Trample and Sigr]

Alice quickly yanked the sheet off Nick's hands, using it to half cover herself, half clean the paint while wet. Now she had to look like a ghost out of an old movie, a dirty white piece of cloth floating in thin air. Even if she was nervous cleaning herself, Nick's words about how he caught her echoed in her mind, two clear facts resounding loud and high. One. He knew who she was, surname included. One of the most popular guys at school knew who she was. That would be baffling enough if it wasn't for... Two. He had noticed her missing. Like, what? Everybody knew that people like Nick only had eyes for starving blonde models like Rachel. Alice knew that noticing her absence wasn't the same as caring for it, but it was something else to process on top of everything else going on. Luckily for her peace of mind, Nick backed off to a wall, giving Alice some space. Even if he now was dressed, she had never been anywhere that close in the locker room, out of fear of stumbling upon some other dude. Of course, the showers would be a telltale if she even dared to enter there, creating a void in the water drops. Most of the paint was off Alice's body, and now just a few smudges remained here and there, enough to give more a sense of where she was than a particular shape, as they were hard to clean while already dried out. The result was disorienting, as if someone had dry brushed the thin air without much paint, and the canvas used was only obvious if you knew what you were looking at. Solving the who part of the mystery wasn't enough for Nick's curiosity though, and he soon asked about the how, including the sleazy detail in both their minds. Yes, I'm naked Alice said, mortified. She thought it wouldn't be a big deal since her form couldn't really be seen and he clearly knew it, but just voicing it, admitting it out loud was embarrassing. I'm going to explain everything, just... just let me get dressed? she said. The remains of the paint on her were dry enough to not smudge her clothes much, and they all were in parts that would get covered soon. Alice turned around and walked towards her clothes, miraculously untouched by the paint spread, causing a ripple of abstract yellow shapes in the air. Soon her clothes started to dance in the air as she grabbed them, so focused on covering her body that she wasn't aware of the effect on an outsider. First, those black lace knickers floated around, halted for a moment while she put her legs in and then pulled upwards, conforming into her generous backside, stretching the embroidered flowers that revealed a partially sheer pattern. Then the sizeable bra received a similar treatment, blurs of yellow on the move as she maneuvered her arms to put it around and used her hands to make sure the cups fitted properly on her generous breasts, a feat that was harder when you couldn't see yourself. With it clasped, the bra who shared the panties' patter stayed on place, producing a strange effect while seeing from the backside, as being wore by a transparent mannequin. The jeans were less of a trouble, even if getting her thighs and as in there required a small jump or two, something that had to be a shop seen from outside. The loose black blouse was the easiest part, it's color picked to conceal the underwear of choice as well as her assets, and then her figure was almost complete. Alice turned around, seeing a strange expression in Nick's face that she couldn't quite make out. He was probably impatient, waiting for the answers to the questions he made. A couple of quick slips, and she was barefoot no more, resembling a girl without a head. Here it goes she said, taking her hands to the choker's clasp on her nape. A metallic click resonated in the room, silent as they hold their breath, and suddenly Alice was visible as if nothing of note had happened, holding a metallic golden choker in her hands. This is it. It doesn't work on anything but itself, hence the... disrobing Alice admitted, her usually clear skin betraying a blush. I know that I shouldn't have... she left the sentences in the air, but you won't tell anyone? Right? Please? she begged, looking at Nick with wet green eyes. I'm already enough of an outcast as it is... lamented.