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Aimee was relieved.  She had been one of the women that had been pulled into that horrific alien nightmare, but strangely, the aliens had let her go.  With that poor Jessica girl on all the TV stations and more girls being found every day, she considered herself lucky.  Still, she had to wonder -- just why hadn't they done anything to her?

...

One day, just as her weekend from University started, Aimee was walking across her campus when she paused, a not unpleasant tingle starting in her breasts and spreading through her body.  Seconds later, she found herself literally stepping out of her shoes as they, along with the rest of her clothing, turned to dust and vanished.

Before she could even react to this, she found herself placing her hands behind her head, a half-remembered pose from the alien ship coming to mind even as the tingle in her arms and legs was turning into a strange buzzing.  She sat down gingerly, her legs seemingly moving on autopilot as she found herself subconsciously pressing the soles of her feet together.

The buzzing stopped even as she felt something squishy between her fingers and toes.  She tried to pull them apart to look, but found they were stuck fast.  She tried to gasp in shock, but even as she did so she felt a strange squishy feeling spreading across her lips, like a fluid lipstick.  She could do nothing as the strange feeling seemed to spread across her mouth and around her hands and neck.

The crowd panicked, some good Samaritans rushing forward with coats or shirts, which vanished the second they draped them over her.  Still others screamed and ran, thinking the strange situation was now somehow contagious.  A few, both men and women, tried to hide the lewd glances and flushed cheeks as they made no effort to help, but also no effort to leave.

Aimee paid them little notice.  Her mind was elsewhere, as the strange but not unpleasant tingle had only grown stronger, focusing itself in the most scandalous of places.  Places that Aimee was now acutely aware she couldn't reach.

...

Days later, just before her classes were set to restart, Aimee found the strange tingles stopping just as soon as they had begun.  She was still on campus, although someplace decidedly less public.  Fortunately, she had found several dozen nice people to help her with the tingles, although they had been unable to help remove the strange goo.

But even as she began to focus again, her mind clearing after two days of nonstop bliss, she found her arms and legs suddenly free, the goo slowing melting away into her skin as she watched.

Her clothing still missing, Aimee quickly slapped her arms over her nudity, running for the safety of her dorm room and it's fresh clothes, thankful that whatever this strange event was, it was now over.

... Until next weekend.