Thread: Sheer [Trample and Sigr]

The sound of her bare feet could almost be heard in the empty corridor, silence reigning through the almost empty school. It felt cold to the touch, strange on every step, but even then she was feeling warm. Just the notion of walking naked through school was exciting enough to heat the shy girl, but if anyone came into the corridor there was nothing to be seen, her invisible figure leaving no trace. ... It was a few weeks ago when Alice walked into the strange antique shop. He was looking for a birthday present for her father, and since he loved old clocks and to repair them, she thought that such a place was a good one to get some bargain. The inside of the place was mayhem, a smorgasbord of trinkets and junk, cluttering up to the ceiling, a chamber of useless treasures. In the way to the end, where she though an ancient shopkeeper out of an eighties movie would be, Alice stopped in front of a full body mirror. In the image there reflected, meaty legs ascended from some nondescript black flat shoes until the hem of a pleated skirt that ended above the knees and continued covering her ample hips, her bubbly bottom. A shirt and a cardigan did their best to cover a little bit of belly and ample breasts, the highlights of a figure she wasn't proud of. The reflection in the mirror frowned her freckled round nose, green eyes peeking through her black rimmed glasses, almost covered by wavy red bangs. She didn't like that image, and yet she had to live with it day after day. In an attempt to leave herself behind, or at least her reflection, Alice continued, finding that the one tending the shop wasn't some cliched wise old man, but a lanky thirty something year old girl, looking at her amused. She could label her as a goth chick, with her straight black hair and liberal use of dark makeup, but she was oddly wearing a flowery one piece dress. Oh, my client one million she said smirking, making Alice doubt if it was a joke or not. When Alice left the shop, the doubt still persisted. Had she fooled her or did she just got a bargain? It didn't matter much, she was used to getting mocked and she got a nice and big cuckoo clock for her father. What disoriented her was the golden choker the woman added as an extra. A gift, she said with a smile. It wasn't her style, but even then she still tried it when she got to her room. That was when she disappeared. ... Alice continued through the corridor to the barely used storage room in the last floor. The mysterious gift had allowed her to walk around unnoticed, spying here and there, looking at things she shouldn't be. The catch was that she had to do it naked, as the choker didn't extend its magical power to anything she wore or hold except itself. Being in such a state of undress and peeking in the boys dressing room had the expected outcome, a shameful exploration of her own body wasn't unknown for the shy teenager, but doing so there in the open? With the stimulation of her naked classmates? Sadly that day didn't have a physical education class, so she had to settle with a naked stroll. She had to be careful, a couple of incidents with objects that fell off and people who stumbled into thin air had created the rumor of a ghost, and the shame of getting caught was something she couldn't even imagine. But just a bare walk was fine enough, the feeling was liberating. She, who didn't even dare to talk to the boys for long, walking around school naked. The storage room had only dusty tools and old equipment, and in a school as big as that, such places often passed by unnoticed, unused. In her case it was a perfect place to hide her clothes before each walk, a hideout and private changing room. There at the end were her clothes, neatly folded. Some jeans that hugged her figure too much for her liking and a loose fitting black blouse that did its best to disguise her breasts were resting atop some red Converse. Lately she had been starting to grow bolder in her attire choices, but just for her, just on the inside. She used to err on the more practical side of underwear, favoring boyish shorts and sport bras that helped contain her body, but the matching set that lied above her clothes was black and frilly, something that felt entirely unlike her. Getting dressed was almost bothersome in those warm days of spring, but she didn't want to walk the streets barefoot so she had to. Before she could even reach her underwear a sudden noise startled her, as the door of the storage room slammed shut behind her. Expecting the wind as guilty of the scare, Alice froze on the spot, barely distinguishing a male figure between the door and her.