She was shrieking and beginning to cause a general commotion. I tried my best to see how exactly she looked from my relatively poor vantage point across the street. My view was also blocked by the people who had stopped to see the cause of the commotion. All I could tell for sure was that the woman was had black hair that extended past her shoulders. Other than that I couldn’t make out much of anything. A wall of people now blocked my line of sight. It occurred to me that what I had done was not an incredibly nice thing. Of course I didn’t think it would really work, but even so I was going to get this poor woman in trouble. I figured if I could make her clothes disappear I must be able to make them reappear.
I looked down at the ring and was about to wish for it to make the woman’s clothes reappear. But just as I was about to do that, everything around me stopped. Literally. All signs of movement stopped. I looked around to see people, cars and all manner of objects completely frozen in position. There was no sound, either. It was as if the world had actually stopped moving. However, I found that I was able to move. I took a couple of steps to my right just to make sure I could.
Suddenly I heard a voice shout out, “Young man!” It came from across the street. I jerked my head in that direction. I was greeted with the sight of the woman whose clothes I had made disappear rapidly approaching me from the other side of the street. I was stunned when I saw that she was still naked. Rather than being intrigued I was suddenly terrified. Without a second thought I moved to run away. But my legs wouldn’t move! Now I was stuck in place just like everything else, only I could move above my waist.
I looked again at the fast approaching naked woman. I finally got a good look at her. She appeared to be early 40’s, maybe late 30’s. She had a fairly athletic looking body, as she was toned but not really muscled. Because of that her body wasn’t extremely curvy but she still appeared to have ample sized breasts. As much as I would have liked to admire her body, the look on her face plus the condition in which I found myself did not allow me to do that.
“Just what do you think you are doing, young man?” the woman said as she reached my side of the street. “Having fun are we, young man?”
Her constant use of the term “young man” had already annoyed me to no end. I was 25, I wasn’t a little kid. So I made a probably dumb move and called her on it. “What do you mean, ‘young man?’” I asked with attitude.
She reached me and stood practically nose to nose with me. This was the closest I’d ever been to a naked woman and not been about to fuck her. Her expression remained constant. “What do I mean?” she repeated with a tone of disbelief. “I am addressing you, and you are both young and, unless my eyes very much deceive me, a man, are you not?” I answered her not verbally but with a look of aggravation. “Do not get fresh with me, young man. You are in enough trouble as it is.”
I found it odd that she was still carrying a purse over her shoulder. It certainly made her nakedness all the more noticeable. But then something caught my eye. Her purse was slung over her left shoulder and her left hand held tightly onto the strap. I looked at her hand and saw that upon one of her fingers rested a ring. However, this was not just any ring. It was the exact same style of ring that the old woman had given to me. I began to ask, “Is that the…”
But she interrupted me and finished my question when she said, “…exact same ring that you have? Yes, it is. I know that means you have a lot of questions, but first you are going to answer mine. I would strongly advise against lying. I have a keen talent for detecting lies. Now then, why did you make me naked?”