Vestiphobia

Chapter Six: Unfinished

When Shelly returned to the roof carrying the various items of clothing that Lisa had thrown off, she found that Debra and Claire had exchanged outfits. Claire now wore Debra's skirt, and Debra was as naked as Lisa.

"She's going to try it 'skyclad' this time," Claire said, taking her leggings from Shelly's arms. "Something about absorbing more of the moon's energy."

Shelly deposited the rest of the clothes on the ground, along with the few garments Lisa hadn't thrown off the roof. She glanced over at Debra and Lisa, who stood in the middle of the roof, hands clasped, eyes closed, deep in thought. Debra's thin, small body was different from Lisa's toned hourglass figure, and her coloring much lighter, making her appear almost like a dim reflection of vital, primordial Lisa. Nonetheless, both looked beautiful bathed in moonlight.

Debra opened her eyes and released Lisa's hands, stepping away from her. The other girl remained motionless, her arms staying out in front of her like a zombie's.

"I've put her in another trance," said Debra. "Trances are my best spell, honestly. Really useful for annoying younger siblings."

"Remind me not to get on your bad side," said Claire. "Now what do we do? Please don't tell me you're going to try the same thing again!"

"No," replied Debra. "Despite my, uh... extra power... I don't think I could make that work." At the words "extra power", she gestured towards her nude body, blushing furiously. "God, I don't know how Lisa does this all the time. This is so weird!"

"Should we take off our clothes too?" asked Shelly, reminded of how uncomfortable Lisa had been around her at first.

Debra pondered this. "Well... let's see how much power I need for this next spell. I don't want to overload myself."

"Okay?" replied Shelly, not really understanding.

Debra turned to Lisa, who was still in zombie statue mode. "Okay," she said, taking a deep breath in and out. "If I'm going to break this curse, it would probably help to actually know something about the circumstances in which it was cast. Recall magic was never my strong suit, but here goes!"

Debra's face contorted into ugly shapes as she spoke the words of the recall spell. As the spell advanced, she began to move her body, stepping backward and forward, then grounding herself in a warrior's pose, then raising her arms above her head, and then, with a final yell, pointing her arms directly at Lisa.

Nothing happened.

Debra's chest rose and fell with her panting, and she tried her final move again. Again, nothing happened. Lisa remained as still as before.

Debra stood up straight again. "Ugh, I wish I'd practiced this spell more. I'm afraid I was always more interested in getting people to do embarrassing things than in getting them to remember stuff."

"Don't tell me you can't do it..." said Shelly. After everything they'd endured tonight, this would be a disappointing conclusion.

Debra set her face in determination. "I just need some more power. That's how it goes with spells I don't know well. Trance and mind control I can do without even moving much, but for this we need a bunch of nude dancing to kick it off. Claire, get over here."

Claire rushed over to her friend's side.

"Get that skirt off and put your hand on my shoulder. I need a bit more surface area."

Reluctantly, Claire hiked her borrowed skirt down, exposing her firm ass to the night air once more. She put her hand on Debra's left shoulder.

"That's more like it," Debra said, a fire lighting in her eyes. "Now let's do some recall."