"I think there is enough room in these bags for a few more items," Lisa said.
"What items?" I asked.
"You know," Lisa said.
I really didn't want to lose my clothes in this bookstore, but I knew that was what Lisa was implying. "No," I said, attempting to express that I didn't want this to happen.
Alicia came up behind me and held me in a hug, comfortingly. That changed quickly when I found that she had trapped my arms at my side. "Just let it happen," she whispered into my ear soothingly as Lisa reached for my jeans.
"No," I reiterated, but I couldn't stop her. The sound of the snap on my jeans being undone was deafening to me, as was the zipper being lowered. I flailed my legs and attempted to spread them apart to prevent my jeans from being pulled off, but Lisa was stronger than me and was able to pull my jeans and panties down bit by bit down my legs. She wrenched at the mess of clothes tangled around my feet, causing my shoes to fall off.
As I processed that I was standing there in a shirt and socks, Lisa grabbed at my feet, and Alicia adjusted her grip to pull my shirt off over my head. I started crying as Lisa and Alicia started placing the clothes I had been wearing into the bags they took from me.
"Wait here," Lisa instructed. The two of them disappeared, along with all of my belongings.
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