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 �>�Hi  -" I -(TM)m Stephanie Sharp from England.

   I joined this community because I get a kick out of embarrassment and my
husband and I enjoy situations where I sometimes lose my clothes in public.
I am a genuine 32-year-old female who likes to chat on this subject and
attached is one of my stories.  If you like  -" I will add more as the
weeks go past. If you have any ideas or just want to chat about things  -"
write to me at stephsharp46@hotmail.com Thanks

   Here is something that happened to me when I visited the supermarket
earlier in the year during the summer.  I had finished getting the week
-(TM)s groceries and was heading back through the car park to get to the
car.  There was another girl coming towards the store.  I noticed she was
wearing a very nice summery dress.  She was blonde, had a nice figure and I
could see the men in the car park looking at her as she walked past them.
Just as she came past me, the heel on my shoe went and sent me stumbling. I
reached out to grab anything before I fell and I grabbed hold of this poor
blonde girl  -" unfortunately as I did so I caught the top of her dress and
there was terrific ripping sound.  I fell to the ground.  As I looked up I
saw the girl standing over me. She was only wearing her bra and panties.  I
had ripped her dress completely off.  I stood up to apologize, but I could
see she was not in the mood to listen and she looked really angry.  -�You
bitch, you did that deliberately -� As I was getting up she knocked me back
to the ground, which was a bit embarrassing because I fell down with my
legs wide open and there were men walking past that stopped to look.  They
could see right up my skirt and probably see my panties. Some other people
had stopped to look at this girl.  She did have a nice figure and her white
underwear was very sexy and there she was standing in a supermarket car
park in front of a lot of men.  She was not pleased at all with me. As I
lay on the ground she said  -�right  -" let -(TM)s see how you like it -�
Next thing I felt my skirt being pulled down.  It was an elasticised waist
so it came off easily.  I yelled  -" but she whisked it off and the next
thing I knew it was in her hand and all the men were cheering.  As I was
still trying to get up she grabbed my blouse and I could hear it rip. 
Again the men cheered and at last I got to stand up  -" but she had already
grabbed my bra and I could feel it loosen.  Trying to defend myself I
reached out and grabbed her bra, which fell off really easily.  She had big
breasts  -" much bigger than mine.  She looked down and screamed and tried
to cover herself from all the men and boys who were watching.  I started to
run to the car but as I did I could feel my bra fall off and all the men
cheered and laughed at me.  I looked down.  I realized that today I had
worn my tiniest panties and there I was standing in front of a load of men
wearing nothing but them. I -(TM)m not sure what happened next but I felt
myself being grabbed by this girl who was quite strong. She dragged me over
to her car and then I heard her order two of the men to help her.  As I
struggled to get free she grabbed my panties and pulled them down in front
of everyone leaving me naked.  I screamed as I felt the air rush around my
vagina, which was now on show.  Then, with the 2 men, they threw me on top
of the car and on to the roof rack and before I knew what had happened, I
was being tied to the roof rack.  The men who tied me were quite rough. 
She instructed them to pull my legs apart and tie me to the roof rack by
the ankles.  I felt really humiliated because there were loads of men now
looking at my wide-open legs and looking up my fanny.  The girl, who had
managed to slip on a coat she had in the car - then went into the car,
started it up and drove off.  I felt the breeze blow up my crack as she
slowly drove round the car park.  I thought the ordeal would be over soon,
but she then drove out into the main road and started driving along the
street.  There were people at bus stops, college boys at windows all
getting an eyeful.  Even a double deck bus drew up beside us and everyone
on the top deck looked at me.  Eventually she stopped the car in a pub car
park.  She said she would let me go on condition I walked into the pub
stark naked as I was.  I had to agree, so as soon as she untied me.  She
forced me to walk to the door  -" but she obviously knew the pub was full
of rugby players having some sort of stag do, so I walked in and all these
men saw me naked.  I felt so embarrassed and humiliated.

   Love from Stephanie









   STEPHANIE SCRATCHES! There are people in life you get along with  -" and
people you don -(TM)t.  I never did get along with Louise Crossley and even
if I live to be 200, I don -(TM)t think I ever will. In theory we should
have got along.  We were both in our early 20s and we worked in the same
office  -" but there the similarity ended.  I mean she was pretty enough
and always dressed well in black skirts and white blouses and sometimes
knee length boots.  She had those big eyes that men go wild for and
shoulder length hair.  What I did have over her was my height  -" I was
five foot four and she barely came up to five feet and my bust size, which
is a healthy 38 whereas she looked as if her underwear drawer only boasted
of 32A bras.  She had joined JCN Computers a few months before and had been
really crawling round after everyone; making it so obvious she wanted to
get on.  I had been in there for a couple of years and got where I was on
merit.  Girls like Louise Crossley were bad for girls everywhere.  It had
all started off with what I thought was a rather cruel joke that she played
on me.  I was struggling to walk through the office one day carrying a load
of files  -" all the boys were standing by the coffee machine watching and
doing nothing to help.  She came towards me and I thought she was going to
help, but she shouted to the boys  -�What do you think of this guys? -� I
went to turn round to see what she was talking about when I felt my skirt
being tugged and fall to the floor.  The guys at the coffee machine couldn
-(TM)t believe their eyes. I was standing in front of them with my skirt on
the floor, my white panties on show through my tights.  Louise stood
laughing at my embarrassment and I struggled to put down the files and pull
my skirt back up again.  The guys in the office kept ribbing me about it
for the rest of the day and I decided I was going to get even with the
stuck up Miss Crossley. My chance came just a few days later.  She had come
back to work one lunchtime with her holiday snaps and I saw her going
through them quietly at her desk and taking some out which she placed in
her handbag.  Then she started walking all around the office talking to all
the men and sitting at their desks distracting them asking if they wanted
to see her pictures.  Of course like the bunch of suckers they were, they
all came swarming like bees round a hive.  She showed them pictures of her
in a nightclub with a low cut dress, on the beach with her bikini and by
the pool.  The guys were all leering and asked her if she had any topless
pictures, but she kept smiling and saying they couldn -(TM)t see anything
like that.  She loved every bit of attention being lavished on her. Her
telephone went and she went off to answer it leaving the yellow envelope
with the pictures on a desk.  I picked it up and looked inside.  The
negatives were still in there.  I discreetly took them out and put them
into my trousers pocket then headed off to the ladies.  Once in the privacy
of the cubicle I took out the negatives being careful to handle them only
by the edges.  I held them up to the light.  All very routine holiday
stuff, then bang.  I liked at one more closely.  Even though I was seeing
it in reverse, it looked like Louise coming out of the shower, stark naked!
I checked the rest.  There was one where she was in her bedroom just
wearing her panties and another where she was on the beach with her bra
off. These must have been the ones that she was so keen to take out of the
envelope earlier.  This seemed too good an opportunity to miss.  I took
these negatives out and slipped them into my bag.  The others I placed back
in their holder and returned to the office.  Louise was still on the
telephone and no one noticed me slipping the remaining negatives back in
the envelope. That afternoon I left early and went to one of those 
-�pictures developed in an hour -� booths.  I handed over the three
pictures and asked for blow-ups.  Next morning Louse arrived in after nine
as usual and she could not figure out why all the boys were looking at her
in a different way.  They were nudging each other and then on her way to
the coffee machine she saw a crowd round the notice board.  She went over
and took a look and then almost jumped in horror when she say three 8 by 10
pictures of herself on the board.  The first one was her on the beach with
her lying back making her look totally flat chested with just her little
pink nipples sticking up.  The second she was standing smiling at the
camera wearing only tiny white panties and topless, again with her boobs
looking really small.  The third picture was the best one.  She looked like
her boyfriend must have taken this by surprise because she was in the
shower turning around and looking surprised.  It was a full frontal shot
and so all the guys were treated to a view of her little black twat that
had been neatly shaved to accommodate her bikini bottom.  She screamed and
started ripping the pictures down.  A minute later she was at my desk. 
-�You did this didn -(TM)t you -� she shouted. I looked puzzled  -" but I
am sure she could see I was laughing on the inside.  -�I don -(TM)t know
what you mean. -� She stomped off swearing revenge.  I felt that her
humiliation had more than made up for my skirt being pulled down.
Unfortunately, Louise was not one to forgive and forget as I found out the
following day.

   I was very careful the following day knowing that Louise would probably
still be sore, so I spent most of the morning in another part of the office
where she would not be dealing with me.  The day was fairly uneventful
until I was asked to go to the stock room to do some checking.  When I got
there, I found some typewritten instructions telling me to check all the
materials on the top shelf.  This seemed a bit unusual and I was less than
keen to do it as I was wearing my shortest skirt and did not want to be at
the top of a ladder if any of the boys came in.  It was quiet though and a
couple of minutes later I was on top of the ladder stretching for all I was
worth to make sure that everything was checked out.  Once I finished I went
back into the office where all the boys were gathered round a screen having
a good laugh at something.  I went over to check it out and saw they were
looking at some video of some tart in a mini skirt climbing a ladder and
showing off her panties.  I shrugged shoulders and went to walk away when I
took a closer look.  The panties looked familiar.  So did the legs.  So did
the shelves she was climbing to.  It was me!  They were all laughing at me,
making comments about my legs and my  -�cute little ass. -� I couldn -(TM)t
see how they had managed to make a video, but a moment later Louise came in
holding high the tiniest, miniature camera I had ever seen.  She had
obviously hidden it on the floor disguised in something and all the guys in
the office had been broadcasted pictures of me climbing the ladder and
showing off everything I had.  I stomped out of the room furious and very
embarrassed.

   Things finally came to a head in the cafeteria.  I was walking in to get
a sandwich and there in front of me was Louise with, as usual, a crowd of
boys.  She was carrying a tray in front of her and she was wearing a little
floral skirt with an elasticised waist.  I looked around.  There must have
been about thirty men all seated at tables all looking at her.  She had
both her hands occupied carrying a tray so she could not do anything.  I
thought I would take the opportunity to get one last revenge.  I walked up
behind her, stuck both hands inside the waistband and pulled it downwards
as far as I could.  Louise -(TM)s scream could have been heard for miles. I
stood back to view my handiwork and all the men were looking as well. 
Unfortunately, I had done my job a little too well.  As well as getting her
skirt down, I had also accidentally pulled her panties right down as well
and as she turned around to see what was being done, I could see her little
bush for the second time that week  -" this time though the hair had grown
back from her vacation and she was a lot hairier than in her holiday
pictures.  She bent down leaving her tray on the floor and started
recovering herself, first hitching up her little black panties then her
skirt.  I have never seen anyone -(TM)s face so red.  She screamed at me
-�You bitch -�Faster than I could realise she had a handful of my hair in
her left hand and she was delivering a mighty slap to my face with her
right.  I fell back stunned into a couple of people making them spill their
trays.  She continued pulling my hair and it was painful.  She dragged me
down to the ground and started scratching my face.  I realized I was being
whacked, but as I was on the ground inspiration hit me  -" with the hand
that was not trying to fight her off, I reached out and gave her skirt
another sharp tug.  It had the desired effect and it plummeted to the
ground.  Louise let go and looked down at her panties being on show again.
I took this opportunity to get up and deliver a slap of my own which sent
her back and because her skirt was round her ankles, she fell over
backwards landing on the floor.  She had unwittingly stepped out of her
skirt and so I took the opportunity to grab it and throw it as far away as
I could.  She got up and launched herself at me and this sent me flying to
the floor.  I was totally winded and was only vaguely conscious that as I
was lying there, she grabbed my skirt and started pulling it down.  I tried
feebly to stop, but I was really floored.  As I stood up I saw my skirt
being thrown in among a crowd of men.  They were all having a good look at
my white panties, which were not covering much and today of all days I had
chosen to wear my stockings.  I got another thump in the face but when she
went to follow through, I ducked and she overbalanced and spun round.  She
had her back to me for a brief second, I reached out to scratch her, but
instead grabbed her blouse and hauled it towards me.  It was thin and the
sound of it ripping right off of her body made the men watching cheer.  She
stood in front of all of us wearing a pink bra and black panties  -" none
of which matched at all.  Undeterred, Louise tried to land another blow,
but I grabbed her by the arm and sank my teeth into it  -" that made her
yell.  I then hauled her by the back of her bra round and made her spin off
into the crowd that had gathered.  The elastic on her bra must have given
way and when she emerged from the crowd, she was coyly covering her nipples
with her hands.  She looked totally embarrassed.  It -(TM)s as if she just
realised where she was and what she was showing.  She tried to walk towards
the exit, but I was determined to finish it.  Those slaps were still
stinging. I strutted over to her.  -�No  -" no more please, -� she said.  
-�I need to get my clothes. -� I was having none of it.  I knew that if the
situations had been reversed she would be doing the exact same thing. 
Everything had gone quiet.  There were lots of people watching us.  She
looked down at the ground.  I shouted at her.  -�Take off your pants. -�
She looked at me in horror.  -�What? -�  -�Take off your pants or believe
me, you won -(TM)t like what happens next. -� She looked at me frightened
and with tears in her eyes.  She looked around at all the men looking at
her as she still tried to cover her nipples.  She looked down to the ground
again and started pulling her pants down.  She stepped out of them  -"
still staring at the ground, looking totally ashamed.  -�Right  -" now walk
out of here and don -(TM)t ever let me see you again. -� She didn -(TM)t
argue.  She walked quickly towards the exit, her hands trying to cover her
nipples and vagina as she went.  There was an almighty cheer from some of
my male colleagues.  -�Well done Steph. -�  -�We think you -(TM)re great.
-� I found myself being hoisted on to shoulders.  -�She -(TM)s been asking
for that for a long time. -� As I was atop their shoulders, someone had
told me that Louise had apparently been upsetting just about everyone she
had come into contact with and she had been due her come uppance.  Now that
she had been totally humiliated and embarrassed in front of everyone, it
was unlikely we would ever see her again. It was great to be the centre of
attraction and for all the men to be looking at me admiringly.  It was only
when they let me down and I saw them all looking I realised, I didn -(TM)t
have a skirt on.

   Love Stephanie



   Hi  -" I -(TM)m Stephanie Sharp from England. I have amazing bad luck
some times when I try to keep my clothes on and over the next few weeks I
will tell you all about the various things that have happened. I am a
genuine 32-year-old female who likes chatting like this  -" and if all men
are like my husband  -" I think you will enjoy it too. If you have any
ideas or just want to chat about things  -" write to me at
stephsharp46@hotmail.com Thanks

   The following is a true story.  I have changed a couple of things (like
my name!) so that the innocent as well as the guilty are protected. This
goes back to when I was 16.  I went to a mixed school in the UK in
Manchester. One day late in the summer towards the end of term, we had a
physical education class.  Normally we didn -(TM)t do anything too
strenuous, but that day we had to go for a run which was not a lot of fun.
After 8 laps round the track, we were ready to go back to the changing room
to freshen up.  I was never so glad to get into a shower in my life and
stayed on long after most of the girls had gone when all at once  -" the
fire bell sounded.  Normally when the fire bell goes there is no problem,
everyone just heads straight out into the playground in an orderly manner,
but I ran into the changing room and all the girls were there in various
stages of undress.  We just looked at each other not knowing what to do. 
The teacher made our minds up for us very rapidly.  She came in and ordered
us to get out of the room immediately and grab a towel to cover ourselves.
Any thoughts of protest we had were gone when we began to smell smoke, so
we all grabbed the nearest towels and headed outside.  Despite the fact
that it was sunny, I didn -(TM)t feel very warm and I could feel my face go
red as we all trooped outside.  Some of the girls had managed to get
dressed and a couple had managed to get their bras on as I could see their
straps.  I was the only one who had not managed to put any clothes on at
all and I felt very vulnerable covered in just a towel. The bell continued
and the other classes came out and when the boys all saw us standing there,
there were lots of whistles and shouts and whistling of  -�The Stripper -�.
I was looking straight at a group of these boys, a lot of whom I shared
classes with, and I thought it was the most embarrassing moment of my life,
but that was still to come.  They started cheering and I noticed one of the
girls next to me had accidentally let the top of her towel fall and her
white bra was on show.  I felt happy that they were now looking at someone
else when all of a sudden I felt a massive tug at my towel, so strong that
it made me almost fall.  As I steadied myself and stood up, I noticed my
towel was being whisked away.  One of the boys had come up behind me and
pulled it with all his strength.  He ran away holding the towel in the air.
I stood up and looked around.  All the boys in the school seemed to be
there in front of me and their eyes were all popping out of their heads.  I
looked down.  There on show to everyone were my nipples and my pubic hair.
I just screamed.  I looked at the boys again and immediately turned around
although that didn -(TM)t stop them cheering.  I looked for something to
cover myself with and there was nothing.  The boy with my towel had
completely disappeared and all of the other girls were holding their towels
as though their lives depended on it.  I looked back at the boys.  I looked
at the faces.  Some of them were laughing, some of them looked in shock and
some of them looked like they were thinking what they would like to do to
me. I turned round to go back into the building but the smoke was still
coming out of the door.  I started running towards one of the other doors,
but just as I did the door opened and another crowd of boys came out and
again, they couldn -(TM)t believe they had ran into a naked girl. Finally I
felt a towel being placed over my shoulders.  The PE teacher had retrieved
it and I grabbed it and covered my boobs.  It only took me a second to
realise I was still showing my twat to everyone and my bottom was on show
to everyone in back of me.  I took a gulp and took the towel off again
knowing that all the guys would get to see my goodies again, but this time
I wrapped it around me really tightly

   After what seemed like a year, we were all allowed back into the
building and I was able to retrieve my clothes, which I put on really
quickly.  Some of the other girls were sympathetic, but some laughed which
I thought was a bit mean.

   There was quite an aftermath.  It turned out that the fire bell had been
triggered by a smoke bomb which had been placed by the boy who crept up
behind me and pulled off my towel.  He was always in trouble and it was no
surprise when he was expelled for his misdemeanour.  My life in school was
never the same.  All the boys always gave me knowing looks and on several
occasions, one I remember particular, I was walking along the corridor and
2 boys came up behind me lifting up the hem of my skirt and showing my
panties to all their classmates.

   To this day I remember every detail of what happened and every now and
again if I ever see one of the boys from school  -" I always think to
myself about the time he saw me standing naked in the playground.  I was so
embarrassed.

   Love from Stephanie



   Hi, The following is based on a 2 true stories.  I was not the girl in
question, but I have written it in first person as I prefer it that way,
and from the notes you all send me, I think you do as well. If you want to
comment on this or any of the other stories, write to me at
stephsharp46@hotmail.com Let me know what you like or don -(TM)t like about
them. Love Stephanie

   STEPHANIE -(TM)S SCHOOL SKIRT AND STRIP SHOW

   It was a routine sort of morning like any other.  I had gotten out of
bed and packed my school books for that day, then made sure I had socks and
hockey skirt for PE which was due that day.  I wore my new matching pink
underwear and I opened a new pair of tights and put them on.  They were
only 10 denier and really sheer and I felt pretty cool as I admired myself
in front of the mirror.  I bet so many of the boys in school would love to
see me like this, but they never would because I always made sure I was
covered up with my sensible thick white blouse, black blazer and wrap over
skirt.  Mum cried up from downstairs.  I was going to miss the school bus
if I wasn -(TM)t quick.  Then I shuddered.  The school bus!  The journey
had become a nightmare over the last few weeks.  Some gypsies had started
living locally and the council had forced them to send their obnoxious
teenage sons and daughters to come to our school in the hope of putting
some sort of knowledge into their heads.  Their unruliness, bad behaviour
and bullying had become a regular part of the journey and most of the
decent people from the area no longer looked forward to taking the bus. Mum
shouted again.  I was going to be way at the back of the queue now going
for the bus.  I finished dressing, grabbed some toast on the way out and
listened to a brief lecture about eating healthily delivered by mum as I
left. When I got to the bus stop the queue was massive.  I was going to be
lucky to get on the lower deck.  The gypsy morons always went upstairs and
most of us tried to avoid that. The bus came along and the lower deck duly
filled up with a lot of the younger kids.  Me and some of the other 16 year
olds had to go upstairs where already the gypsies were verbally abusing
some young kid.  I sat as far away from them as I could, but it was still
closer than I wanted to be. The first part of the journey was quite, but as
we got within a mile of school they started up.  They started exchanging
blows with each other and one of them came flying down the bus as a result
of being shoved.  The bus rounded a corner as it happened and he fell
headlong into my lap.  His friends just laughed.  He said something
unintelligible to me and I pushed him away and said something about him
being a moron.  He got up and swore at me.  One of the girls in his crowd
moved down from the back.  -�You think you -(TM)re something don -(TM)t you
-� I ignored her.  The other moron stood beside her as she carried on
ranting.  Why did she have to pick on me?  I decided to stand up to her.  I
said a couple of choice things but had hardly started when she slapped me
down into my seat.  Two of the other boys came running at me and before I
knew it they all seemed to be piling on top of me.  I felt my hair being
pulled and my back being thumped, but then I felt my wrap over skirt ties
loosen.  I pushed them back.  I went to stand up but as I did the girl,
seeing the ties were loose reached forward and grabbed hold of my skirt. 
With one mighty tug she pulled it off leaving me standing there in my
tights. You could hear the gasps from all around.  I stood rigid to the
spot.  She threw my skirt to the boy next to her.  He was staring at my
legs intently and without looking away, he threw it to the boy next to him
who immediately stuffed it out of the open window.  I gasped.  It was gone.
It was as if everything went silent for a minute then suddenly they all
started laughing and pointing at me, saying that I didn -(TM)t look so high
and mighty now and saying what nice pink knickers I had on. I was looking
for the ground to open up and swallow me.  I looked around at my fellow
passengers for help.  Some of the boys looked like they wanted to help, but
they did not want to run up against the four big gypsies.  Every one of
them was staring down looking at my pants, which were so clearly visible
through my tights. I could hear the sound of feet clambering up the stairs.
Some of the younger boys from downstairs had seen my skirt go flying out of
the window and had come up to get a closer look.  I tried to sit down, but
the strong gypsy girl held me up and dragged me towards the stairway.  -�Go
on  -" have a good look at her in her knickers, -� she laughed.  The young
boys looked their eyes almost popping out of their heads. I felt so ashamed
and embarrassed. Just then the bus stopped.  We were at school. Everyone
started to pile off including the gypsy mob.  One of the guys  -" I think
his name was Dave, handed me my bag.  He looked down.  I think he wanted to
say something but couldn -(TM)t.  I glanced down.  His trousers were almost
bursting.  He had obviously enjoyed looking at me.

   The upshot was that the gypsies were expelled and shortly afterwards, I
am glad to say, they left the area.  My embarrassment stayed for ages.  I
was always being pointed at in school and the boys always used to whisper
when I walked past talking about the day they all saw my panties. After a
couple of years when I had left school and put the incident behind me, I
went out one nice summer evening with a couple of the girls I worked with.
We went to a funfair  -" something I hadn -(TM)t done for years. We rode
the bumper cars and the ghost train and the mini roller coaster.  We
screamed our heads off on almost every ride.  We scrambled from ride to
ride like a bunch of kids and then we entered something that I didn -(TM)t
even know what it was.  I just saw the words  -�Fun House -� in neon
lettering.  It was weird.  We got rocked from side to side in a strange
room and then there was a little narrow corridor so we had to go in single
file.  I led the way and headed for a door that led to the outside.  As I
opened it, I could see we were up high and there was a big crowd of
spectators below.  As I walked forward I suddenly felt an almighty gust of
wind that took the hem of my dress up and over my head!  I tried to pull it
down, but no sooner than I had than it blew up again showing everyone below
my panties.  I realised that a light summer dress was not the best thing to
be wearing on this attraction.  I turned to go back which was a mistake as
the door had closed behind me and I couldn -(TM)t move back.  As I did, the
wind lifted the back of my dress and showed everyone below that I had
chosen to wear a g-string that day, so my bottom was the subject of
attention.  I turned to try and get away, but my heel had caught in the
grating and this wind jet just kept blowing my dress up.  At one point it
blew up so much it took it over my waist and showed off my bra as well! 
The crowd cheered.  I held my dress down as best I could but as soon as I
held down the back the front went up and vice versa.  By this time the
crowd had grown to about 50 people including people with cameras all
watching and capturing my embarrassment.  With a thump I was suddenly free.
Sharon, one of my friends had got through the door and had pushed me on. 
She was wearing a skirt that blew up revealing that she was wearing black
panties, but her show was not as lengthy as mine.  Alison came through
behind.  She was wearing jeans which did not cause her any problems, but
she was wearing a very light summer top which immediately went skywards
revealing that she was not wearing a bra.  This brought an extra big cheer
from the crowd.  We soon headed for the exit.  I was a bit annoyed at
having shown so much to so many people, but the girls just laughed the
whole thing off. We headed for another ride.  I am not sure what it was
called, but it was very violent and threw us from side to side and I was
glad to get off.  Sharon looked terrible.  She started saying she was going
to be sick and we started rushing her off to the toilet.  Alison took her
inside and I stayed outside, more keen to get some fresh air.  I was
standing next to one of those stalls where you win a coconut when the boy
running it looked at me.  -�I don -(TM)t believe it, -� he said. I looked
at him.  He was a stranger to me.  He shouted to some other people and only
when they came over and stood together, it dawned on me that it was the
same band of gypsies who had pulled my skirt off when I was a schoolgirl. I
felt a real shudder.  I looked around for assistance but found I was very
much alone.  The girly gypsy moved towards me.  Even though she was only my
age, she looked like an overweight grandmother already.  -�We -(TM)ve got a
score to settle with you, -� she said.  -�You got us kicked out of school,
-� said one of the boys.  I started trying to back away to get ready to
run, but as I turned, I was stopped by a huge figure whom I recognized as
another of the gypsy crowd, but not one I had seen before.  -�What goes on
here, -� he said.  They explained the story of what they had done and what
the consequences had been.  His face drew a wicked smile.  -�So you all got
to see what she looks like did you? -� said the man.  They laughed and
nodded.  -�Well I haven -(TM)t been so lucky  -" how about a show? -� The
others crowded round me and forced me into a corner.  Everyone in the
funfair seemed to have disappeared.  It was just these people and me. 
-�That -(TM)s a nice dress she -(TM)s wearing Donna, do you think it will
fit you? -� The gypsy girl laughed.  I would have laughed had the
circumstances been different.  She was at least 3 sizes bigger than me. 
She spoke though.  -�Yes, just what I need  -" OK, take it off. -� I stood
frozen to the spot.  From somewhere inside I heard myself saying no. 
-�Look  -" either you take it off or the guys here will give you some
assistance. -� I looked at the four rough looking men that stood around me.
I did not like the idea of being attacked by them.  I started unbuttoning
my dress and then pulled it up over my head and held it in my hands.  She
snatched it away from me and the men all laughed as I stood there I my
white bra and g-string trying to cover myself up.  I just wanted them to
go.  -�Come on, and the rest, -� said one of the men.  I stood rigid again
until she threatened me and then I started slowly removing my bra.  I
handed it over and the men made comments about the size of my breasts.  One
of them had an enormous erection that I could see through his trousers. I
stood with my hands over my boobs trying to retain what modesty I could.  
-�Get them off, -� said the huge man pointing to my panties.  I did not
hesitate.  I pulled them down immediately and stepped out of them.  The
girl gathered up all my clothes and laughed.   -�I -(TM)ll look very nice
in all of these, -� she said walking off. I stood naked in front of the
men. I was terrified of what they were going to do.  I felt myself being
grabbed from behind.  My arms were forced back and I was frogmarched along
a little alleyway behind some of the attractions.  I was beginning to fear
the worst when one of the men opened up one of the doors and I was hauled
in to a dark area.  I couldn -(TM)t see what was going on, but I was being
manhandled and was being forced down on to something cold and metallic.  I
then felt my hands being tied roughly together and my legs were spread
apart and then tied to something.  As I wondered what was going on in the
darkness, it suddenly became light.  I looked up at my captors.  They were
grinning their heads off still looking at my naked body, which was totally
spread-eagled and tied to a mini train.  They exchanged a few words and
then one of them pushed a lever.  Suddenly I was moving slowly down a
track. The train bumped into two big doors at the end and suddenly I was
outside on one of the rides  -" naked and tied to this damned train with my
legs wide apart.  I was now in view of the public and the first thing I saw
was a crowd of boys who could not believe what they were looking at.  They
craned their necks to get a good look between my legs.  Then I heard
laughter.  More and more people came over to see what was going on.  The
train was moving slowly round the track and everyone from young boys to
older men with their wives were all staring at me  -" laughing because they
thought it was some sort of attraction.  I saw the gypsies who had done
this to me.  They seemed pleased with their handiwork.  The girl who had
walked off with my clothes was shouting to everyone,  -�Roll up roll up,
see the incredible naked lady that just loves showing off.  Is she real or
is she a fake  -" all the men are welcome to touch her and inspect her. -�
With that the train stopped.  About half a dozen men leaned forward and
started feeling me, touching my nipples and one of them put his finger into
my twat which made me squeal.  He sniffed his finger and proclaimed to
everyone that I was real.  As I wriggled, I found that the ropes had
loosened and with one bound I was able to get up and start running away. 
Obviously running through a carnival naked was still attracting attention,
but eventually I got behind one of the stalls, found some old sacks and
covered myself with them and made my way back home.
   Never again did I want to visit a funfair!