Dear friends,

I have a very special tripping video to present to you! The script was inspired by a talented writer. I am most proud of this video. If you love tripping and embarrassed woman fetish, this is the ultimate video. I have spent a lot of time and love to make it feel as if you are inside the studio audience, within the scene, a front row seat. You will hear lots of sound effects, see lots of scenes, and you'll love this character's tease! Thanks for supporting my undressing videos, it is one of my favorite kinks!

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Includes: Conservative woman undressed, clothes shrinking, public humiliation.

I'm Melissa Smith. I am an ultra-conservative politician that needs funding to run for office. My main campaign is a crusade to eliminate vulgarity on television and in the media: I dislike skimpy outfits on women, tasteless antics, and anything rated over "G" on television.

The popular TV show, Distraction, is giving away 1 million dollars to the winner! I am determined that I can win this money. I seen the type of people who have won in the past, and I am much savvier than any of them.

The show begins! My team, 6 men/my employees, and I are to find a KEY that unlocks the box for the MILLION DOLLAR check! The studio, and live studio audience, is set up inside a swanky hotel. We are to find the key, look for clues, it's a scavenger hunt, and we only have 30 minutes!

I assemble my team. I want them to do the searching while I direct them. "No need to have the cameras on me," I explain to the TV host, "keep your cameras on my men-- that's where the action will be." A green cloud of g*s billows around me! I cough.. what is this some sort of laughing? I guess the show is called "distraction," but I will not be distracted. That million dollars is mine!

I notice that my stockings have a couple of runs. I think to myself, that's unusual, they are brand new. I then notice that my jacket is getting tighter, tighter, and the top button pops off. I reach down to pick it up, and my skirt tightens around my tush. "Oooh!"

The host asks if "everything is okay?" "Of course, it is." I leave to go help my men. I walk down the corridor and I see David. I get annoyed, "Are you even looking? Don't you have any clues?" He is focused on my tight blazer, forming rips in the arm seams. I see the studio's camera scan over towards us.. I change my tune from strict and stern to sweet and caring. I don't want them seeing me come off bitchy.

We leave to find my other two men in the Convention Center. "The key could be in one of these booths," I explain, "it's good to look in every nook and cranny." The arms of my jacket shrink off and disappear onto the floor. I am embarrassed, that's the last time I buy something so cheap!

I see the men looking at the lace from my slip, peeking from underneath my shrinking skirt. I try to pull the hemline of my skirt down. It's no use.. but time is ticking.. and I NEED that money for my campaign. "Let's go check the hotel room!"

Inside the hotel room, Mark says he read a clue. "Look NORTH," it says. I think that they must mean "UP!" I look up and see a tall shelf. I get on my tippy toes trying to reach the shelf. My skirt shrinks up even more, exposing more of my slip. My stockings run even more!

My skirt shrinks, tears, shrinks, and tears. I stop to clutch my skirt to my body! I lean over, my skirt rips right up the middle! My slip is totally exposed, my lingerie! "Wait a minute," I c*ll out, "somebody better start talking.. I NEED to know what is going on here!"

I remember the game is "distraction," this p*rverted show is trying to distract me. The g*s.. it must have been something to shrink the fibers in my skirt and jacket!" Time is running out, the ticking is making me so uneasy. Once I win this money, I will be able to shut this entire show down, along with all the other filth that is on television now.

Phil, my other employee, says that the key could be at the b*r. How will I go to a crowded b*r in my slip, my shrinking top, and my nylons running every second? "Ugh!" I muster up all of my courage and energy and approach a man with a smiling face at the b*r. His eyes greedily roam my body. I apologize for my dress and explain that I am looking for a key. He calls over his buddy, and says, "some b*r maid is stripping for us, come look!"

I stiffen my back, clutch my exposed bra and slip, and say "I am NOT some stripper. I am.." my slip starts to rip! "OOOH! Hurry, just please tell me?" Both of the men look at me, along with my employees.

I rush out into the corridor, and start to think about where could be another clue. The man follows me and explains that he knows where the key is! "PLEASE, tell me!" He wants money in exchange. He delays telling me how much to see me writhe in shame, humiliation, as more of my clothing shrinks. We finally agree on a price and I have David write the man a check in exchange for the location of the key.

I can feel my bra tightening, my panties ripping! I run into a different hotel room door! I hide behind the curtain. "The man from the b*r said the key is in the coat check room! Bring a coat to me PLEASE!" David comes back with a dress, which is unexpected, but I am happy to cover myself with ANYTHING.

I tell David to look inside every pocket of the guests' coats! "HURRY!" Unbeknownst to me, a large h*ok is coming down from the ceiling. It grabs the hem of my dress and lifts it up, up, and tears off my dress!

David finds the key! "YES, YES!" We are just a minute away from winning the million dollars! I stand in front of a studio audience feeling my bra and panties shrink, TEAR, shrink, TEAR. I yell at David to unlock the box!

He puts the key in and it won't turn! My bra rips off my body. "Whadaya mean it won't turn?!" My panties rip off! I clutch my nude body, horrified!

The announcer explains that David grabbed the wrong key and time has run out. My face shows the horror within: I have lost. I lost the money and my pride.

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