....Nothing, really. But as you come to, you can't help but notice the glimmer in the old man's eye. And why has
it become so chilly? Thinking, you tap your foot-and feel the frigid slap of contact with cold cement. With a
gasp, you look down, hardly able to believe the sight! Where once were sensible shoes are ten very bare toes,
and two pale, shapely feet. You freeze on spot for several moments, flexing your toes as you notice that even
the turquoise nail polish has simply vanished. You reach to touch them, and two things strike you dumb with
fear. First, you can see now that your fingernails aren't painted either. Second, you feel that chilly air move
in some unexpected places. Your hair falls with you and lightly tickles the small of your back. You slap your
hands to your sides, and feel only two bare hips. It dawns on you at last. Your eyes snap forward, and you
scream, not missing the sight of your dainty feet, luscious legs, alluring hips, smooth navel,or glorious
breasts. It can't be true but it is. You are 100 percent, totally and utterly, without a doubt, butt naked. One
arms snaps around your breasts, the other holds with your hand in place above your smooth crotch. As your hair
falls over your pale bare shoulders you can think of nothing to do. Standing there without a stitch from your
head to your toes, you cry, desperately covering yourself, even though as you hunch over it accentuates your
beautiful derriere. But it isn't over yet...