Part I.
Locking up for the day, the grocery store owner flashed an awkward smile at the bizarrely dressed man loitering outside. Looking something like a genie with yellow open vest and matching corduroy pants, the Telekinetic seemed out of place in the quaint burb. Thankfully, he was usually mistaken for a touring circus performer, so most folks didn't bother asking too many questions. “You have a good day, sir,” the proprietor said with genuine courtesy, walking away from the store.
The Telekinetic had only been in town for less than an hour and was painfully underwhelmed by the suitable fodder for undressing. It didn't help that he had arrived during the afternoon rush hour when many of the young, comely women would be back at their cookie cutter middle class houses, having just spent two hours on dinner for their husbands. Perhaps it was sour grapes, but the purveyor of perverse physics was less interested in the Stepford Wife types anyways. While they were nice to look at, they brought a level of sexual experience that made them somewhat less guarded of their modesty. They just didn't gasp the same when their skirts began to hike up or squeal as loudly when their belts popped. Don't misinterpret his tastes—the Telekinetic would still savor disrobing a June Cleaver if the opportunity presented itself, but there was something thrilling beyond belief in stripping a Laura Petrie. Yes, it was a nuance of difference between two seemingly similar housewives, but is a nuance that a true connoisseur of vintage femininity such as the Telekinetic could appreciate.
But despite the slow start, it didn't take long to hit pay dirt. The Telekinetic immediately saw them, four young women, stepping off of the bus. They were the only ones getting off at the stop—and that meant they were unchaperoned by any clean cut gent who could spoil his fun. Each exuded the naive femininity that intoxicated the Telekinetic's stripping sensibilities. An artist to his craft, he lived to take women like these and create his own smutty scenes like those adorning many of the pulp men's magazines in the 5 and 10 stores. The were each wearing a dress that hugged their busts in a way that never ventured into naughty territory but still subtlety advertised their assets. Their waists slimmed and each woman had long legs. The most mature looking one's skirt went to her ankles, but the other ones wore dresses that stopped at their knees. Even one of the women—a younger looking blonde in a beret that matched her dress—was wearing white gloves! The women, being fully clothed, made the Telekinetic's imagination run wild. Looking at their silhouettes, he could take an educated guess as to what type of underwear was hidden away underneath their dresses, but the central thrill of unleashing his telekinesis was finding out for sure. Now was the time to make his move.
The women slowly approached, their heels clicking on the sidewalk, as they engaged in frivolous chatter. The Telekinetic looked back at the lock grocery store door. While he had publicly stripped many women, four such hotties really deserved to be stars in a private show. They would have to do a walk of shame home naked, but they would first be taking off their dresses and lingerie for his eyes only.
“Pardon me, misses,” the Telekinetic said, stopping the gaggle right in front of the store. They looked at each other, holding hands over their mouths to contain laughter. The Telekinetic did look quite bizarre to their naïve and sheltered eyes.
One of the women spoke up, the most mature-looking one, dressed in the ankle-high shirtwaist dress that was green with white polka dots. “I'm sorry, sir. My friends have never been to a circus, so they are being rude. They don't realize sometimes you need to wear your costume during the day.”
“Well then, why don't I show you all a magic trick.” The Telekinetic's voice dripped with a sinister tone , bubbling just underneath the surface. He threw his left hand toward the grocery store door, never taking his eyes off the four women. An invisible force shot from his palm, busting the door padlock and flinging open the wooden screen door.
The women jumped back with a nervous gasps. “Tha...that is something else, mister,” the woman in the green dress said, her mind not keeping up with what her eyes just saw.
“Oh, you haven't seen anything yet. Or should I say, 'I haven't seen anything yet?' And so why don't we change that?” The Telekinetic held his right hand out in a half-cupping motion. The woman stared down at her waist, mouth agape. Something had taken a hold of her.
“Are...are you holding me?” She felt a tight pressure around her mid-section. But nobody—and nothing—seemed to be touching her. The Telekinetic didn't answer her question. He simply waved his hand to the side, causing the woman to stumble beyond her control into the empty grocery store.
One of the women—blonde and dressed in a sleeveless pink dress—looked dumbfounded. “Did you just push her into that store?!”
“Yeah, and you all need to join her,” the man said, reaching his hand out toward the blonde woman. She too felt a pressure grab her sides that pushed her stumbling into the store. “All of you, get in there.” With two more waves, the Telekinetic shoved the remaining women inside.
The Telekinetic strode into the store, seeing the women try to collect themselves. The blonde, just having been tossed, had fallen on her ass and she was just picking herself up. The other three were dazed, attempting to put themselves back together. With a fast wave of the hand, the screen door slammed shut behind The Telekinetic, causing the four ladies to give a collective gasp.
“Now that I've got all of your attention, where to we start?” The Telekinetic looked the group over, who stood among the produce, their faces still trying to grasp the situation in which they found themselves. The Telekinetic loved group stripping, especially when he had the chance to strip each woman one at a time. The horror of watching one another have their clothes torn off in sequence only added to the humiliation as each woman would inevitably realize that her eventual turn would come. Whenever there's a group big enough, there will always be one haughty woman who thinks, however irrationally, she can overcome the telekinetic powers that have nudified her fellow femmes. This particular group had a lot of potential for sexy stripping action. For the Telekinetic, it was just a question of who to strip first, who would be set as an example of his pervy powers. His first choice would unknowingly volunteer herself.
“Excuse me, but I think we've had enough show now with your circus tricks. Could you please let us get home!” She spoke in an affected attempt to sound authoritative but a crack in speech belied her assertiveness. The Telekinetic cocked a half smile. She wore a blue dress with a boat neck collar featuring a white detail running shoulder-to-shoulder. The same design wrapped around the waist of the dress that tightened at her stomach. She had a short, brown hair style. She was hot—really hot. All four women were hot, though, and could have equally served as the introductory warm up for The Telekinetic's show. But the thing that sealed this woman's fate as number one was the proud air with which she carried herself. There was a supercilious, self-satisfied look across her face. Her name was Gertrude. Not that it mattered much to The Telekinetic; he just recognized her chaste type and the arrogance that she radiated. He'd enjoy taking down her dress. And with that, taking her down a peg or two.
“You'll do to start,” he said spinning his wrist into an underhand cupping motion.
“What ever are you talking ABOUTTTTTTTTT!” Her sentence ended in an abrupt lift. She bent at the knees, lurching slightly forward.
The woman in the green dress reached forward. “Gertrude, are you alright?” But Gertrude was mum. She stared down, expecting to see a hand reaching out.
There was nothing.
But Gertrude clearly felt it—pressure—right between her legs. The Telekinetic closed his hand, causing a strained moan to escape the woman's lips. She couldn't believe it, but it was happening. An invisible force was groping her most intimate place. She may had been prideful a few moments ago, but now her precious pussy was being completely owned.
“So Gertrude, is it?” The Telekinetic maintained his grip. “I take it you've figured out this isn't a simple circus trick.”
The woman bit her lip.
“Your body is responding, aching to be free. That dress looks really tight.” The Telekinetic smiled. Gertrude's mind first started to venture into what the man was driving at—and she didn't like it. “And I bet your underwear...I bet it's even tighter.” And it was true. Gertrude's mind immediately recognized just how tight her foundational wear was underneath her dress. It squeezed her, shaped her, even helped defined her as a woman. Yet, it was something she closely guarded. Revealing it would be essentially be giving away something of value for free.
“Oh gawd...is he...is he going to strip me down to my underwear?” Gertrude tried to push the thought from her head. But it was almost impossible, because everything was tight—her dress, her lingerie, the grip on her mound. It only reminded her that she had become a sexy little damsel in distress.
The Telekinetic took his free hand and pushed it down in a waving motion. Gertrude snapped forward. A button on the back of the dress popped off and the sleeves of her dress pulled down.
Her shoulders were bare. The Telekinetic grinned, seeing that Gertrude truly was a woman who took pride in her appearance, ensuing she'd never have an embarrassing strap poke out from a boat neck. Lucky for him, she'd be baring much more than an tacky bra strap this afternoon. Her ravishment had just begun.
The growing consciousness of her predicament and her growing realization of being a damsel swelled in Gertrude's mind. She quickly took stock of just where she was in the peaking order of her friends when it came to size. Sally, her friend in the gloves and hat, had the smallest chest. On the other hand, Brenda, the friend who thought the man was from the circus, had the biggest set. No matter what she wore, there just seemed to be no way Brenda could minimize her maidenly breasts. Then there was Betty, whose chest was about the same size as Getrude's, but had a sultry weight and bulge to it. Gertrude's tits were...just right in a way that even Robert Southey wouldn't have been able to articulate. The woman's face became flush at the thought. Her boobs were going to be the appetizer out of the four pairs.
No sooner with this thought hitting Gertrude did The Telekinetic once again make a pulling motion. It was quite clear that the first yank was only meant to show her shoulders, make her feel just a tad bit slutty. But Gertrude knew without a doubt that this second yank was intended to pull her dress the rest of the way off. Back buttons violently split off, smacking on the store floor behind the woman. In a clean pull, the front of the blue dress slid down. She tried to grab the neck hem, but it quickly escaped Gertrude's grasp. The whole time, she still felt the firm pressure on her mound, which only amped the humiliation she felt with her dress coming off.
Once the bodice of the dress fell off Gertrude's chest, the rest of the garment easily slid down off of her hips. In a few quick moments, the proud woman was reduced to her tight, silhouette-shaping lingerie.
“Oh gawd!” Gertrude looked down, too shocked to conceal herself. The other three women covered their mouths in disbelief. The Telekinetic was quite pleased with his work. Gertrude was no longer proud, and neither were her boobs that were now revealed in an ivory white strapless bra. Much lighter than Betty's similar-sized chest, Gertrude's easily held up the slightly conical, multi-stitched cups of her brassiere. But what really turned Gertrude from a prim and proper young lady into a hot little fetish doll was the matching open-bottom girdle she was wearing. It had a diamond panel on the front and the hem stopped just below her crotch (which was still aching with unwanted pressure from the man's psychic hold). Six straps connected to the woman's nude nylons on either leg. The Telekinetic was sure a nice prim and proper pair of panties were hidden underneath the girdle.
“Your dress was tight, but I bet your undies are all REALLY tight,” the man mocked. Gertrude looked away, mouth agape. Her face and chest had turned beat red. She had just never been undressed like that, her clothes pulled from her body like she was in some scandalous Lana Turner movie.
“Let's try this” The Telekinetic snapped his wrist around. With a loud clacking sound, one of the stocking clips on Gertrude's girdle popped open. Gertrude gasped. She had never felt this vulnerable before. She was The Telekinetic's plaything—just a dainty young woman to be undressed in whatever way he pleased. He flicked his wrist again, causing another strap to severe. Gertrude's stocking began to sag, a look most unbecoming of a proper lady. And then he flicked his wrist one more times, causing the last strap on Gertrude's left side to come off. She instinctively reached down to grasp her nylon. But it was too late. In a moment, the Telekinetic caused the stocking to slide completely down the leg. Before she could reach down to pull it up, the man snapped his wrist a finale time, causing all three of the straps on the other side of the girdle to pop from their stocking. It too slid down.
With the stockings pulled off, it was now time to get the whole girdle off. Gertrude found some damp relief between her legs, giving her modesty in exchange. The Telekinetic would need both hands to pull the shaping undergarment off. Gertrude covered her mouth with both palms the moment she felt two points of pressure slip into the top of her girdle. Hips rocking back and forth, the top of the cincture started to jerk down, each side in alternating succession. The motion of Gertrude's lower body popping back and forth made a spectacle out of her stripping. The top of the girdle pulling down, the woman's waist expanded out into a much more natural shape. She was still a trim woman, but with a certain pleasingly softness in the mid-section. As the top of the shaper pulled further down, the wavy off-white band of Gertrude's full briefs came into view.
The tight garment roughly dragged, bunching up during its descent, showing more and more of Gertrude's proper panties. Soon, the entirely of her underpants were revealed, complete with a small wet spot from The Telekinetic's initial hold. Once down to her legs, the girdle easily slid off, crumpling around her high-heels.
Gertrude was heavily breathing, chest pushing in and out in humiliated succession. “You've gotten me down to my bra and panties! Are you happy now?!” The proud arrogance in Gertrude's voice was now embarrassed indignation. The Telekinetic was getting a free show, something no random man would ever get from her.
The Telekinetic looked bemused. “Surely you jest. Do you honestly think I'd strip you this far and just stop?”
Gertrude gasped, feeling tightness across her bra band. It was the familiar tightness she felt every evening, ever since she graduated from a chemise to a bra. It was the tightness that accompanied the lift of the band when undoing the hooks. Wearing a strapless bra, Gertrude knew there was little to keep her boobs hidden the moment those three hooks and eyelets came undone.
Then there was the all-too-familiar end of day relief.
Instinctively, Gertrude grabbed her bra cups with both hands before the garment fell down. The Telekinetic wagged a finger in disapproval. He could have easily ripped her hands from her chest, letting the bra fall away, but he had a seasoned knowledge of how to truly strip a woman. Taking his attention away from Gertrude's bra, The Telekinetic arced a hand downwards, causing the woman's big, beautiful plain white briefs to start pulling down from her hips.
Womanly instinct kicked in. She needed to guard her feminine treasure above all else. With no thought, Gertrude released the hold of her unhooked bra, letting it fall away, in an attempt to grab the top of her quickly descending panties. But in that moment, with one hand gripped on the waist of her panties, she realized what she had just done! There they were in all of their glory: two egg-shaped boobs, each tipped with small light pink nipple and areola. Now, even without the structure of a brassiere, they had little sag. The once proud Gertrude was horrified.
Sensing a time to strike, The Telekinetic unleashed a strong psychic force on Gertrude's remaining modesty. The panties pulled from Gertrude's hand, the waistband ripping from the soft cotton that fell down her hips and legs to join the discarded girdle on the ground. If there were any doubts as to whether Gertrude were a natural brunette, they were certainly alleviated in that moment. And would anyone doubt that she were the type to take feminine grooming seriously? The Telekinetic admired the perfectly coiffed bush.
The power of the Telekinetic was undeniable. He had just taken a proud, well-dressed woman and rendered her a quivering mess, completely nude with the exception of her white heels. Getrude pulled her legs together and put a hand across the arch in an effort to hide her slit, while covering her rack with the other free arm.
The other women stood in disbelief. It was only a question of who would be next.
