Chapter 6: 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.”

Debra repeated her performance, with Claire’s hand firmly clasped over her shoulder the whole time. At the final utterance, a spark jumped from her fingers to Lisa’s chest. The zombie statue became animate at once, and started running around in circles.

“Ha ha ha ha, you can’t catch me, you can’t catch me!” shouted Lisa, her body bouncing joyfully as she pranced around the roof.

“Come on now, young lady,” said Debra sternly, following Lisa at a slower pace, her shoulders slumped in exhaustion. “Don’t you want to put on your nice pink dress?”

“No no no!” Lisa screeched, increasing her pace.

Shelly looked at Claire quizzically. “What’s going on now?”

Claire shrugged.

At this point, Lisa was running in tighter and tighter circles around Debra, who stood in a sighing slump. Eventually, Debra reached out a hand and grabbed Lisa by the ear.

“Ow ow ow!” shouted Lisa. “You’re hurting me!”

“You are going to put on your dress, young lady, whether you want to or not.” Debra was already dragging Lisa to the pile of clothes, where she grabbed the olive dress with her free hand.

Lisa cowered and whimpered as the shorter girl hoisted the dress over her head and pulled it down.

“Arms through!” Debra shouted.

Lisa meekly complied, though by this time her whimpers had turned into full-blown wails.

The dress came all down, and naked Debra took a step back, putting her hands on her hips and smiling wearily at her handiwork. “There we are, all ready for Cindy’s birthday party. Now, now, dry your eyes. You look very pretty, sweetheart.”

Lisa sat down on the floor in a sulk, still sniffing.

“Now, let’s get going,” said Debra. She started patting her legs. “Where did I put those ... wait, where are my ... whoa...”

Then a change came over both girls. Lisa’s sniffing stopped, and she straightened up and looked at Debra in confusion. Debra dropped her arms to her side and shivered with her whole body.

“What the hell was all that about?” Claire asked.

“This is why I don’t like recall magic,” said Debra. “It brings past events to life, using the people nearby as actors. You feel like you’re being possessed by something when it happens. Like, you can look out at things, but you have no control over your body.” Debra shivered again.

“Surprise, surprise, Debra doesn’t like her own medicine,” Lisa said wryly. “It was different for me. Kind of ... nostalgic, really. Although I’ve really tried to forget about that particular incident.”

“Incident?” asked Shelly.

Lisa sighed. “My mom likes to embarrass me by telling the story about my nudist phase. It was like a week in preschool when I didn’t want to wear clothes for some reason. I always told myself she made it up, or was exaggerating, but I guess Debra’s just confirmed that it actually did happen.”

“It was very exasperating for your mother, let me tell you,” said Debra. “I can’t remember the last time I felt that annoyed.”

Lisa fidgeted with the fabric of her dress. “Was that when I was, uh, cursed?”

“I don’t think so,” replied Debra. “I’ve never heard of a curse that works for a week and then comes back after more than a decade. This was just an incident from your past that made the curse easier for the caster. She must be quite an experienced witch to do something so sophisticated. And you must have really pissed her off.”

“I wish I knew how!” Lisa’s voice was muffled through the fabric of her dress, which was already half-way off. “I can’t ever remember meeting a witch before.”

“It’s okay, my next recall spell will remember it for you. But I’m going to need a bit more power for this one. Claire, lose your top as well. Shelly, time to get naked.”

Claire pulled off her tank-top, under which she was not wearing a bra. Her breasts were small, but firm like the rest of her body. “Let’s get this over with,” she said, resisting the urge to put her arms across her chest.

Shelly blushed deeply as she removed the blue dress she was wearing. She was acutely aware of the eyes of the other three girls as the dress came over her head and she stood, nervous, in just her underwear. She blushed and bit her lip.

The other three were fully naked, Lisa was unable to wear anything for more than ten minutes, and here she was feeling bashful about her modest underthings. This, after all four of them had been streaking together. Get a grip, Shelly, she told herself, before reaching shaking hands up to the clasp of her bra.

All six eyes were rivetted as Shelly’s ample bust dropped from its confinement. She felt a momentary pride in this, and this was enough to push her through to removing her panties, which soon fell about her ankles. The appearance of her dark, thick bush also brought about some stares, but these were shorter and more discrete. Lisa and Debra both had trimmed landing strips, and Claire was fully shaved.

Lisa walked up to Shelly and put a hand on her shoulder. “Thank you for doing this for me.” Then she turned to Debra and Claire. “And thank you as well. Hopefully, once this is over, we can all get dressed.”

“That’s the plan,” replied Debra, flashing a winning smile. “Claire to my right, Shelly to my left. Lisa, stay right where you are. Let’s recall.”

Debra muttered a quick trance spell while Claire and Shelly were still getting into position, and Lisa froze up once again. Then, with the other girls’ hands on her back, she took a strong, grounded stance, and prepared to cast a second, stronger recall spell. “The witch who cursed Lisa has definitely put some wards around the moment of the curse. That’s why we only got a related memory last time.”

Shelly tightened her grip on Debra’s shoulder. Claire did the same.

Debra smiled. “With all of us skyclad under this full moon, I can feel a power like I’ve never felt before. Let’s go!”

Once more, Debra spoke the inhuman incantation and moved through the physical motions of the spell. On the final step, three sparks shot out of her finger tips and hit Lisa directly in the stomach. For a moment, Lisa’s whole body appeared to glow, and then a wave of light exploded outward from her.

The wave of light felt like a physical shock-wave. Shelly lost her grip on Debra’s shoulder and stumbled backwards, tripping and landing on the roof. She winced as her bare bottom hit the rough floor.

In front of her, the recall scene was now playing out.

Lisa strode casually across the roof, approaching the pile of discarded clothes, which had grown quite large with the full outfits of Shelly, Claire and Debra, as well as Lisa’s two outfits. She looked one way and then the other. Then, biting her lip, she knelt down and gingerly picked up an item of clothing. It was Shelly’s bra.

Lisa straightened up, and then once again looked both ways. Then, with a quick, furtive movement, she wrapped the bra’s straps around her stomach and tied them at the back. Looking completely ridiculous, she straightened up, turned on her heels, and strode off again, to the other side of the roof.

As Lisa walked away, Debra slowly walked towards the pile of clothes, approaching it from the opposite direction. There was a scowl on her face and her eyes were fixed on Lisa. When she reached the pile, she stopped and looked down. The scowl deepened.

Debra made her spell-casting face again, reaching a hand out towards Lisa. But this time, instead of making loud, guttural noises with her mouth, her lips moved silently. When she was finished, she lowered her hand.

Lisa, on the other side of the roof, stopped briefly, and a visible shudder crossed her body. But she quickly regained control of herself, and approached Claire.

“It’s done,” she said, untying the bra straps from behind her. “I got that top you wanted.” Lisa held the bra by the strap, dangling it from two fingers like it was something dirty.