It was seventeen minutes past ten in the morning when Misty Lublin's clothes disappeared. She was sitting in her economics class taking notes on her professor's lecture, when suddenly every thread of clothing covering the twenty-two year old coed's nubile young body vanished into thin air. There was no warning, or flash of light, only the sudden and unexpected removal of her clothes from reality- leaving Misty stark naked in the middle of the classroom.
Misty didn't even feel it when it happened. She was sorting through her notes when she felt a cool draft against her skin, which prompted her to look down and find herself in the nude. The students seated to her right and left noticed immediately, and let out a gasp. Misty felt herself hit by a wave of panic and a rush of blood to her head.
"What the hell just happened?" she thought. She stared at her classmates, then back at herself, unable to believe what had just happened.
Dropping her pen, Misty crossed her legs and covered her breasts with her hands, but that didn't stop her from catching the attention of every person in the classroom- including the professor.
"Misty, what are you doing?" she heard someone ask.
"Why'd she take her clothes off?" someone on the other side of the room asked.
"Yeah baby, take it off!" a loudmouthed boy in the back exclaimed.
The professor stopped the lecture and turned his attention to the commotion in front of him.
"What's going on, young lady?" the professor demanded. "Where are your clothes?"
Misty looked to her right and left. Her book bag was slumped on the floor next to her desk. The rest of the floor immediately surrounding her was as bare as she was.
"I- I don't know," Misty said. "They just disappeared."
Misty's face turned bright red. She could feel her heart pounding inside her head.
"I don't have time for this," the professor said. "Put them on now or get out of my classroom."
Misty frantically searched the floor once again but found nothing.
Misty tried to utter the words "I better leave" but mumbled them so softly no one heard her. As much as she didn't want to rise from her seat, she couldn't bear to remain where she was a second longer. Misty grabbed her book bag, quickly stuffed her notes inside it, and hurried out of the classroom. Several of the boys admired her round, firm ass as she quickly exited.
"This is disgusting behavior, young lady!" the professor shouted. "I will report you to the Dean!"
Misty shut the door behind her, breathing rapidly. This was the single most embarrassing thing to ever happen to her, and she had no idea how it happened.
Misty's hopes that the hallway would be empty were crushed when she spied a small group of boys gathered near the stairway at the opposite side of the building. They immediately spotted her.
"Whoo! Nice outfit, honey!" One of the boys shouted. Mortified, Misty ran for the nearest stairway. Her classroom was on the third floor of Basil Hall, leaving her no choice but to scurry down the stairway and pray that no one else would see her.
Misty was relieved to find the stairway was empty. She hurried down the steps, with her large breasts bouncing with each step she took.
"This is like a bad dream," Misty said to herself.
Indeed, Misty had dreamt of being nude in public many times in her life. But this was different. It was vivid. It was real.
Misty pinched herself on her arm, and once she felt the surge of pain, there was no more doubt in her mind that what she was experiencing was actually happening. What she couldn't fathom, was how something like this could happen.
The truth was, that the person responsible for the disappearance of Misty's clothes was a boy named Max Paulson. He was seated at the desk one row over and one row behind Misty's, and had been staring at her for most of the lecture.
How he accomplished making Misty's clothes disappear was something even Max did not fully understand. It was a sort of gift he'd had his entire life.
He first discovered it when he was a young boy. His mother baked a batch of chocolate chip cookies, Max's favorite. She'd made a batch of twenty-four, to bring to her coworkers for a function the following day, and to Max's extreme disappointment, his mother expressly told him he was forbidden from eating a single one.
When the cookies cooled she packed them into a Tupperware container and placed them high atop the refrigerator, where Max couldn't reach them. Young Max simply sat at the base of the refrigerator and stared at the forbidden cookies, thinking of nothing but how much he wanted one, just one, and how happy that would make him.
To Mrs. Paulson's surprise, she entered the kitchen to find Max sitting on the floor with the Tupperware container in his lap, and a half eaten cookie in his hand and the other half smeared across his face.
"Max, how did you get those cookies?" she said, angrily.
Max shrugged. Mrs. Paulson snatched the container from her son and placed it onto the top shelf of the cupboard, looking around fruitlessly trying to figure out how her son had managed to get them down in the first place.
When Max stared at the cookies in the cupboard he tried to repeat his telepathic summoning, but to no success. He realized that after eating one of the cookies, the cookies no longer seemed forbidden to him, and he no longer had any hold over them. In any case, the fact that he was able to eat one of the cookies let him feeling satisfied; not just of hunger, but that he was able to overcome the obstacle he faced. Max felt he had some control in his life. He liked that.
Max found many times throughout his childhood and teen years that often, when he wanted something, when he truly craved it, he tended to get it.
He prayed one night to pass an exam that he barely studied for, and oddly enough, when he took the test, the correct answers seemed to come to him. He had a hard time explaining to his parents how a Ferrari appeared in the Paulson family driveway, the same car that Max had been admiring in a catalogue the entire afternoon, and it appeared the same day it was reported missing from a dealership 1,200 miles away. The car had to be returned but not after Max had taken it for an afternoon spin.
So Max wasn't entirely surprised by what happened to Misty Lublin at seventeen minutes past ten.
The professor had been droning on and one, and Max was bored out of his mind. The only thing that had Max remotely interested was the girl one seat in front and one row over whose name he was pretty sure started with an M.
She was wearing sexy tight jeans and a pretty pink top, and Max could not stop himself from staring at her. Her tits looked big, maybe it was just her bra, but Misty had the best looking breasts in the entire class. Max watched her every move as she took her notes on the lecture, admiring her luscious body. He could see the small of her back, in the empty space between her top and her jeans. It was a beautiful bit of skin that Misty had exposed, and he wanted to see more.
Max wanted to see Misty naked. There were a lot of pretty girls in the class, but Misty was straight in his sights, and Max had nothing to look at but her or the lecture about flexible dividends and he made his choice. He'd been staring at Misty's beautiful body for 47 minutes before he realized he wanted nothing more than to see her with her clothes off, and that's when it happened.
Max was the first one to notice. He actually felt a panic not unlike the one Misty felt. When he saw what happened to Misty he knew it was his fault. As much as he wanted to see Misty in the buff, he knew that by leaving her nude in the middle of class he had crossed a line.
While the rest of the class burst into uproar over what had happened, Max remained quiet. He didn't want to draw any attention to himself. While he knew where Misty would be able to find her clothes, he declined to tell her lest he reveal his guilt. It was far from the most honorable thing he'd ever done, but Max decided to let Misty resolve her situation on her own.
Misty was indeed in dire need of help. She removed her cell phone from her purse and briefly considered calling her mom. Although she trusted her mom more than anyone else, Misty was too embarrassed to bring her into this. She instead called her best friend Kimberly Foxton. Given Kim's love of late night partying and drinking, Misty felt she would be the most sympathetic to Misty's predicament.
Misty only hoped Kim would not tease her too much, being that Misty had always been the "good girl" in their group of friends. The previous summer, Kim, Misty, and their friend Lindsay stayed at Lindsay's parents' cabin at a lake up north. One afternoon, they had gone swimming on the lakeside, when a young man with a camera came by and asked the girls if he could photograph them.
The man seemed friendly and the girls were in a lighthearted mood and so they agreed. The man took several snapshots of the three of them. They were all wearing bikinis, and did many seductive poses for the man's camera.
They'd been having a lot of fun posing, so the man suggested the girls take their tops off. Misty and Lindsay shared embarrassed glances, but to their surprise Kim reached behind her back and untied her bikini top. She tossed it aside and flaunted her breasts at the man, who proceeded to snap several shots of them.
Misty and Lindsay stood aside shyly as Kim flaunted her figure for the camera.. He photographed Kim sucking her finger, crossing her arms across her stomach so her breasts were squeezed together, and he shot a pose of her placing her palms on her butt with her face looking to the sky with her eyes closed.
Kim's poses were so sexy, it should not have come to a surprise to anyone that Lindsay had now stepped forward from the sidelines eager to let the photographer have a little peek at her goodies as well. Once Lindsay's top was off, the man proceeded to snap several shots of both girls. He took one shot of Lindsay sticking her butt at the camera as Kim grabbed it seductively. He took another of Kim and Lindsay standing face to face, with their nipples touching. Things began to heat up even more when he took a shot of Kim slipping her tongue into Lindsay's mouth as Lindsay slid her hand in Kim's bikini bottoms.
At this point, the photographer noticed Misty standing alone, and the fact that Misty, despite being the shy girl, had the largest breasts out of the three girls had not escaped him. He encouraged Misty to take off her top, but Misty coyly declined.
