Vestiphobia (Complete)

[FinchAgent]

Chapter One: Uncomfortable

Sitting in the back of the lecture hall, Lisa pulled at her top and fanned herself. It was suddenly very hot, and she felt cramped, suffocated. She'd been feeling vaguely uncomfortable all day, and now her discomfort had become acute. It was as if a giant hand was squeezing her, pushing out the air in her lungs. And it was so hot!

She glanced at the other students. None of them seemed uncomfortable, just bored. And no-one else was reacting to the unbearable heat—many of the students seemed happy in their jackets and sweaters and long pants. The lecturer at the front wore a suit jacket and his brows betrayed no trace of sweat. Meanwhile, Lisa had removed her sweater at the start of the class and just gotten hotter from there.

A bead of sweat dripped from her nose and splashed on the desk. She took slow breaths, in and out, and filled her minds with thoughts of snow and cold winter days.

The lecturer's droning voice had stopped and everyone around Lisa was rising to their feet. She'd been so absorbed in her discomfort that she hadn't heard a word of the lecture, or even noticed when it ended. Relieved, she pushed her chair out, grabbed her green sweater and satchel and speed-walked to the exit door. What was wrong with her? Did she have a fever? She should see the nurse.

The soft breeze outside made Lisa feel a bit cooler, but now the constricted feeling returned with a vengeance. She was being squeezed and felt like she might burst. Bile rose to her throat. No time to get to the nurse's office—she had to find a bathroom. Now.

Fortunately, there was a ladies room off the narrow hallway in front of the lecture hall. She went back inside the building, and rushed into the thankfully deserted bathroom.

Lisa splashed some water on her face at the sink and looked up at herself in the mirror. Her dripping face was red and her dirty blonde curls were in disarray. There was panic in her light blue eyes. She tried to take more deep breaths, but her throat just made horrible choking sounds. She couldn't breathe!

Lisa grabbed at her top, forcefully shaking the fabric to generate a momentary air flow. The brief sense of relief from doing this told her that it was her clothes that were the problem. She was suffocating under all this fabric. It had to come off.

Glancing worriedly at the entrance to the bathroom, Lisa retreated into a stall and swung the latch closed. She dumped her sweater and book-bag on the floor behind the toiler. After making very certain that the stall door was locked tight, she began to disrobe.

First came her sleeveless black top, up and over her head and on top of the sweater. That felt better. Sweat glistened on her flat stomach and the tops of her round, firm breasts. She breathed in and out but still felt constricted. The bra had to go.

She unhooked her black bra and dumped it on top of her shirt. The next few breaths felt even better. But still, there was a tightness. Her feet were hot and cramped inside her black boots, so she loosened their laces and stepped out of them, pulling off her socks for good measure. She sat on the toilet seat, wiggling her toes in relief.

Lisa's legs felt as though they were gripped by a vice. She had to go all the way. Sighing, she unclipped her belt and pulled her tight white jeans down, catching her panties in her fingers. She kicked them off and winced as the belt buckle glanced off the stall door. Then she breathed. In and out. In and out.

The heat was gone and so was the suffocating feeling. Sweat glistened across her long, slim body. She placed the back of her hand against her forehead. It was cool. Lisa felt normal again. Well, apart from the sensation of sitting in a public bathroom stall totally naked. That was anything but normal.

A knock on the stall door made Lisa almost jump out of her skin. "You okay in there?" asked an unfamiliar woman's voice.

"Y-yes," Lisa squeaked, drawing her arms over her breasts as though the knocker might be able to see through the floor-length stall door. "Just fine."

"Okay then..." replied the voice. Lisa heard footsteps, running water, and then the bathroom door. She breathed a sigh of relief.

Her jeans and boots lay by the door and her sweater and shirt lay on the other end of the stall, with her satchel. After taking a few more breaths, she reached for her panties and pulled them out of her jeans. The material was coarse against her hand and she felt her chest tighten. The thought of sliding these panties up her legs, snapping them on her waist, made her hyperventilate, though she desperately wanted to. With an involuntary jerk, she flung the panties against the stall door. Her breathing returned to normal.

Okay, she was still feeling a little weird. A bit hot. Slightly uncomfortable. Maybe if she just gave this time to pass, she would feel better and would be able to get dressed and go. Yes, that was it. Time.

Lisa sat back down on the toilet lid, the plastic cool on her bottom, and rummaged through her satchel for one of her assigned readings. She would read a few pages of this, allow herself to calm down, and then she would be ready to put her clothes back on. Everything would be fine. She took her reading glasses out of their case and put them on, still feeling fine.

Sitting naked in the toilet stall, she completed her reading. It actually went by rather quickly, and by the end of it she was feeling totally normal, if a little chilly. She put her book away and reached for her panties again. They felt... fine. Relieved, Lisa stepped through them and pulled them up over her crotch. The waistband made a satisfying snap.

Lisa pulled on her bra and then her jeans, shirt and even sweater. She pulled her socks and boots on without any incident. Whatever she'd been feeling before must have been temporary, she decided. Maybe it was something she ate. You never knew what was going on with the meat in college cafeterias.

Lisa slung her satchel over her shoulder and exited the bathroom, headed for her dormitory. She was feeling fine and had even got a head start on her reading. All was right with the world.

Or so she thought, until she was woken by her roommate the next morning.

"Woah! Someone had a violent night!" Shelly said. "Here, take this. You must have thrown it off."

Confused, Lisa blinked the sleep out of her eyes and looked around. Her bed-sheets lay in a tangled heap at the foot of her bed, and Shelly was holding out something lacy and pink to her. Shelly's face was turned away and her eyes were scrunched up. The thing in Shelly's hand was familiar.

Lisa glanced down and saw she was naked. With an "eep!" of surprise, she snatched her nightgown from Shelly's outstretched hand and hastily pulled it over her head. "Th-thanks," she said. "Y-you can look now."

Shelly turned towards her, blushing. "Did you have a nightmare?" Her hazel eyes were full of concern.

Lisa cast her mind back. She recalled her dream. The details were already fading from her conscious mind, but she could remember a vast ocean. She was swimming, seemingly without the need for air, and she'd been chasing a school of colorful fish. The chase had felt urgent, had had a good reason that she'd now forgotten. And there was a squid. A giant squid tentacle, wrapping around her, blocking out her senses. And squeezing. Squeezing her until she thought her eyes would pop out of their sockets.

"Y-yes," said Lisa, shaking her head to clear it of the awful memory. "A nightmare. I was... suffocating."

"Ah, okay, that explains it then," said Shelly, brightening up. "But you're normally such a quiet sleeper. Are you feeling okay? Did something happen yesterday?"

Lisa thought about telling her about the strange feeling in the lecture hall, but felt shy and embarrassed about it. No-one but her knew about what had happened, and she preferred to keep it that way. "Probably something I ate," she said, half-believing herself.

"Those pies were a bit funky," Shelly admitted. "Anyway, I've got an early lecture today, so I'd better get going." She was already fully dressed and ready, her dark bob combed and immaculate as always. It bounced as she headed out of the room after a quick goodbye.

Shelly was a gracious individual, and Lisa knew that they already had an unspoken agreement not to talk about this again later. She felt a little embarrassed about her roommate seeing her naked, but knew that Shelly wouldn't make fun of her or anything like that. And besides, when you share a room with someone, you're bound to end up in this kind of situation sooner or later. Though a part of Lisa wished it had been well after the second week of her first semester.

Lisa checked the time. Her first lecture for the day wasn't for another hour, so she didn't have to rush off anywhere. There was time to take a shower. She pulled off her nightgown and tossed it on her bed. Wrapping a towel around herself and grabbing her toiletry bag, she exited her room and headed for the dorm's showers.

The hot water was completely used up by the time Lisa got there, so she had a brief, unpleasant shower and gratefully wrapped herself back up in her towel when she was done. She returned to her dorm room and fished in her toiletry bag for her key. After a few seconds of increasingly frantic fishing, she pulled everything out, one by one. Her key wasn't here. She'd locked herself out.

With an annoyed grunt, Lisa walked down the hallway and knocked on the door of her RA, an older girl named Wendy. She prayed that Wendy was in, but there was no response to her knocking.

But then, just as Lisa was getting ready to camp outside Wendy's door in just her towel, she heard some shuffling noises from inside the room and the door opened a crack. A bespectacled, freckled face topped with a mop of curly red hair stuck out, a few inches below Lisa's own head. Wendy looked at Lisa with a bored expression.

"Let me guess, you've locked yourself out."

Lisa nodded meekly.

Wendy sighed. "Room number?"

"F-fifty-seven," said Lisa.

Wendy disappeared inside her room and a moment later, held out a key for Lisa to take. "Bring this right back after you get in."

Lisa took the key thankfully, and turned swiftly, just as Wendy's door shut behind her. She felt a tug against her chest as she stepped forward, and suddenly her towel unraveled.

Panicking, Lisa clutched the towel to her chest, managing to preserve her modesty, though her naked side was exposed. The towel was stuck in Wendy's door! She tugged at it, but it refused to budge.

Mortified, Lisa knocked on Wendy's door again.

"What is it now?" shouted Wendy, her voice muffled through the door.

"M-my towel! I-it's stuck!" cried Lisa. "Please open the door!"

A low chuckle reached Lisa's ears. Then there was silence.

Many long, painful seconds later, the door opened.

"Thank you, thank you, thank–"

Lisa's profuse thanks died in her throat as a freckled hand grabbed her towel and yanked. Caught entirely off guard, she didn't react until the towel had disappeared behind Wendy's door, which immediately slammed shut.

Lisa's face went white and then bright red. She collapsed into a low crouch and started banging on Wendy's door, pleading with her to open it again. Naked but for her shower sandals, she was too shocked and embarrassed to vocalize anything more than strangled cries.

The door opened slightly, and Wendy stuck her head through again, now looking down at Lisa. She was smiling viciously. "You're a freshman, right?"

Lisa looked up at her and nodded, her vision blurred with tears.

"Well, I think you could use some practice for the Freshers Streak coming up. As well as an object lesson in bringing your room key with when you go for a shower."

"B-but but I'm–"

"Yes, naked, I can see that. Run along to your room now. If you're fast enough, maybe no-one will see you."

The door slammed in Lisa's face.

There was no point in arguing with Wendy, or in spending any more time at her door. The best course of action was, as she'd suggested, to make a run for it.

Lisa turned around and dashed, covering herself with her arms as best as she could, spare key clutched tightly in her right hand and toiletry bag in her left. Thankfully, no-one was roaming the halls at this time of the morning, and Lisa's dorm room was only a short distance from the RA's. She reached it in a time that would have made her high-school track coach proud.

Her hands shook as she fumbled the key into the lock. Finally, she turned it, open the door and jumped inside, slamming it behind her. She slumped against the back of the door, breathing hard.

Just outside, she could hear muffled male voices. "Was that chick naked?" one asked.

"Nah man, you've been watching too much porn."

"I swear she was! Nice ass too."

"Fuck off, dude, that doesn't happen."

Lisa's face turned red at the thought of some unknown boy seeing her like this. She was still a virgin and had never shown her body to a boy before. Hopefully he hadn't seen her face.

Having regained some of her composure, she dried her body and hair with her spare towel and then opened her dresser and pulled out today's outfit. White bra and panties, blue jeans, frilly purple top, white socks, black boots. She'd originally been planning to wear a skirt today, but after the morning's two (!) nudity-related incidents, was looking forward to something that provided a bit more cover. These jeans were thicker and a bit looser than the white ones she'd worn yesterday, and the purple top had sleeves and was a bit looser and longer than yesterday's black one.

She pulled the panties up her legs and snapped them on, but immediately felt wrong. The waistband of the panties dug into her flesh. Were these too small? She pulled them off and tried on another pair, only to get the same result. Maybe she'd put on some weight. She glanced at her butt in the floor-length mirror beside her bed. It was round and firm, and certainly didn't look any bigger than she remembered it being.

After going through every pair of clean panties she owned, Lisa resolved that the mirror must be playing tricks on her. Second week and already she was putting on the Freshman Fifteen. She pulled on her original pair of panties, resolved to tough it out. But after a minute the pressure became unbearable and she had to pull them off again. This was insane! How much weight had she gained?

Lisa glanced at the panties scattered around her and sighed deeply. She would just have to go commando today. She hiked up her jeans and did them up. They felt fine, so she couldn't have gained too much weight.

Next was the bra. Lisa was very particular about getting the correct size, and so her bras were usually comfortable, but not today. The underwire cut into her and her breathing felt constricted. Within a couple of seconds, she pulled it off and tossed it on the floor. What was going on today?

She took a hard look at her chest in the mirror, cupping a breast in each hand. They might be a little bigger? Or maybe her eyes were playing tricks on her. But if she was putting on the Freshman Fifteen in just her boobs and ass, well, maybe that wasn't such a bad thing.

Even if her breasts had grown, she could still go bra-less without it being too obvious, as long as she was careful. She put on her purple top and dug up an over-sized sweater to go over it. That should hide anything that poked, she reasoned. Maybe after lectures she would go buy some new underwear and get fitted for a comfortable bra.

Lisa pulled on her socks and boots, grabbed her satchel and original room key, and left her dorm room. Not wishing to speak to her tormentor again, she slid the spare under Wendy's door. She heard a cackle from inside the room.

"Can't wait to see you at the Freshers Streak, kid!" Wendy shouted.

Lisa rolled her eyes. After the last twenty-four hours, streaking was the last thing she wanted to do with her free time.

To be continued...

[FinchAgent]

Chapter Two: Unwell

An olive green streak burst through the dormitory entrance and shot towards the staircase. It was Lisa, back from lectures, the soles of her bare feet propelling her towards her room. Her face was flushed red from discomfort and her breath was hard and ragged. Her dress flowed out behind her as she ascended two steps at a time, dodging confused bystanders and ignoring their indignant cries. She needed to be in her room now. Or else she might... she tried not to think about it.

Finally, she reached her room. With shaking hands, she fumbled her key into the lock and turned it. The door opened, and she slipped inside, slamming it behind her. As the lock clicked, her fingers dug into the fabric of her dress and she hoisted it violently over her head and threw it across the room, as though it were a poisonous snake. The olive fabric hit a wall and fell into a crumpled pile among a host of blouses, jackets, sweaters and pants.

Lisa leaned against a wall, chest rising and falling with her breathing, redness slowly draining from her face.

"Uuh... hi?"

Redness instantly returned to Lisa's face as she finally noticed her roommate Shelly, who had been quietly lying on her bed reading a book, but was now gaping at her totally naked body. Lisa squealed and covered herself with her arms.

Looking even more embarrassed than Lisa felt, Shelly tried to return her gaze to her book. But clearly the writing of Jane Austen could not out-compete the novelty of her naked roommate, as much as she obviously didn't want to violate Lisa's privacy.

There was a sharp knock on the door. Lisa shrieked and dove for her bed, hiding herself underneath the covers. From her huddled position, she heard Shelly get up and open the door.

"Hi," said a girl's voice. "Do you know a blonde girl who doesn't wear shoes? She left this behind in one of her lectures, and I saw her walking this way. I stay on the floor below."

"Y-yes," Shelly replied. "She's my roommate. Thanks, I'll give this to her."

The girl said goodbye, and Lisa heard the door close and the lock click. She tentatively poked her head above the covers to see Shelly holding her book-bag, a quizzical look on her face.

Shelly cleared her throat and said, "Uh, guess you forgot about this in your hurry to get home and, uh... strip." She placed the book-bag on Lisa's desk.

Lisa hid her face beneath the bedcover again, and the room was silent for a long moment.

"You can go get your dress, I won't look."

Lisa peeked above the bedcover again. Shelly was standing in the middle of the room with a hand over her eyes.

But the sight of the crumpled olive fabric in the corner of the room made the bile rise in Lisa's throat. The other clothes that lay strewn around it had the same effect. Being naked in front of Shelly was mortifying, but she couldn't face the idea of putting clothes back on right now. Not after a full day of suffocating lectures. Even the bedclothes felt like they were strangling her.

She needed to recover. So she screwed up her courage and tossed the bedclothes aside, feeling instantly better as the cool air touched her skin. Instead of fetching her dress, she walked to her desk and plonked her butt down on the swivel chair in front of it, making its hinges squeak.

"Are you decent yet?" Shelly asked, dutifully keeping her hand in front of her face.

Lisa sighed inwardly. Ever since the morning she'd woken up without her nightgown, it had become increasingly difficult to hide her condition from Shelly, especially as it seemed to be worsening. That day, she'd made it through a whole morning of lectures in jeans and a sweater, despite mild discomfort. But every day since then, she'd needed to wear progressively looser and lighter clothing. Jeans had been swapped for baggy shorts, then skirts, and cute blouses replaced with baggy t-shirts. Three days ago, she'd found herself unable to put on any kind of footwear, and had strolled across campus barefoot. Finally, for the last two days, she had attended lectures in this ugly olive dress from the back of her closet, and even then she'd had to dip into a bathroom stall multiple times during the morning to take it off. If this kept up, soon she wouldn't be capable of wearing any clothing at all.

Right now, she needed some time to decompress before she could face clothes again. And ultimately, trying to hide her condition from Shelly was a losing battle. There was no way she could keep a secret like this from her roommate. Especially not after she'd whipped of a dress in front of her.

"No, I'm not," said Lisa, her voice cracking. "But it's okay, you can open your eyes."

Shelly clasped her face tighter. "Please, Lisa, put some clothes on."

"I can't."

At this, Shelly's dropped her hand, eyes still closed. "What do you mean, you can't?"

Lisa bit her lip, pressed her thighs together and folded her arms across her chest. "It's... I think there's something wrong with me, Shelly. It's like I'm allergic to clothes, or something. I've been like this for a week, and it's getting worse."

Slowly, Shelly opened her eyes, and Lisa caught her gaze. She must have looked a pathetic figure just then, red-faced and wrapped around herself.

Shelly's expression softened. "That... would explain some things. I was wondering why you weren't wearing shoes anymore. Or bras, for that matter."

Lisa blushed. "It was that obvious, huh?"

"Well, it's more obvious now," Shelly replied, with an aborted giggle.

"I don't want to be like this, Shelly," said Lisa, swallowing the beginnings of a sob. "I'm not a nudist or a flasher or anything weird like that! Being naked in front of you is really embarrassing for me, but putting on clothes makes me feel like I'm actually dying! It really sucks!"

"I understand," said Shelly, looking away from Lisa. "Well, not fully, but I sympathize. I mean, I don't know what that's like, but it must be horrible."

"It is." Lisa slumped against the back of her chair, her arms falling at their sides. She figured that she may as well get used to exposing herself to Shelly. "I don't know how it happened, and I don't know how long it's going to last. But it's going to be difficult to go out in public with this condition." At this she turned her chair to face Shelly and looked her straight in the eyes. "I-I'm going to need your help, Shelly."

Shelly held her gaze and nodded vigorously, moving a little closer to Lisa. "I'll do anything I can." The intensity with which Shelly held Lisa's gaze scared Lisa a little.

* * *

True to her word, Shelly was prepared to do anything to help her roommate. This included keeping her comfortable and productive now that she was unable to leave their room for extended periods, as well as working on ways to cure her strange illness.

The window blinds in their room were now permanently drawn, to avoid prying eyes. Even on the third floor, one couldn't be too careful. Shelly smuggled canteen food for Lisa into their dorm room and took careful notes in all of her lectures, and coordinated with their mutual friends to cover subjects that Lisa took and she didn't. She was vague about Lisa's condition, mostly telling people that her roommate just needed some time away from the world. Her own personal lockdown, like they'd had to do a few years before for COVID.

Lisa left only to visit the bathroom and take showers, wrapped in a towel. But her condition was worsening. Even a fairly loose towel was now making her feel the same as a tight clothing did. Inside the room, she was completely naked all of the time, even sleeping on top of her bed rather than under its suffocating covers.

Shelly was less successful at curing Lisa's condition than she was at helping to manage it, though not for lack of trying. One afternoon, she and Lisa tried investigating the effects of different fabrics.

"No, I can't wear these silk pajamas of yours either," Lisa said, sadly pulling down the purple pants Shelly had lent her. "I feel like I'm being squeezed to death by a really smooth snake. But apart from that they're lovely!"

"That's polyester, cotton, canvas, hemp, wool, denim, leather, spandex, velvet, mohair and now... silk," said Shelly, crossing the last item off the checklist on her clipboard. "I'm starting to think this might not be about the fabric."

"Perhaps not," said Lisa flatly, her shoulders slumping. She looked forlornly at the large pile of discarded clothing on the bed beside her. The mere sight of clothing did not repulse her, nor did handling. But when she contemplated wearing it, she began to shake, and when she put it on, all of her various symptoms returned.

Bed-sheets, blankets and towels were similar. Touching them or lying on top of them, she was fine, but when they encased her, she could think of nothing but throwing them off.

Another day, the girls investigated tightness. It appeared to make some small difference. Lisa could barely get a pair of yoga pants halfway up her thighs before she needed to rip them off, but she could last a while longer in a loose, light sundress or large t-shirt.

"Interesting," said Shelly, taking down some notes as an over-sized shirt flew past her head. "Now let's look at coverage."

With some considerable effort, Lisa pulled on her most conservative underwear. Granny panties and a full-cupped bra.

"How is it?" asked Shelly.

"Awful!" Lisa shrieked, already pawing at the bra clasp.

They then tried a very open bra with a G-string thong. "Very sexy," said Shelly.

Lisa smiled weakly, her hand fiddling with her thin waistband. "It's a little better, I think. But not much."

Toplessness and bottomlessness seemed to elicit about the same reaction, though Lisa found it a little easier to breathe while topless. The next item on Shelly's neat checklist was "accessories".

Lisa lowered her sunglasses. "This is... fine, honestly." She had on a floppy sunhat, a scarf, a pair of gloves, as well as socks and black boots. She looked at the expanse of her bare white flesh in the mirror. "I can't help but feel like there's something missing, though..."

Shelly handed her a string bikini bottom, and she tied in place. A flush went across her face. "Ooh, my feet are cramping, and this scarf—ack!"

There was a flurry of activity and flying fabric, and then Lisa stood naked once more.

Shelly crossed another item off her checklist and chewed on her pen thoughtfully. Then her eyes lit up, and she darted to Lisa's closet and found a short skirt. "Put this on," she said, handing the garment over. "But wear it like a top."

A few minutes later, Lisa was dressed as follows: short pink skirt around her neck, exposing her midriff. Two long-sleeved shirts tied around her waist, one in front and one behind. A pair of shorts as a hat—this garment was unnecessary, but Shelly was having too much fun. Below the skirt, to keep her breasts covered when she lifted her arms, Lisa wore three belts.

"And?" Shelly asked expectantly.

"No luck," said Lisa, face reddening. "It feels the same as a normal outfit. Except more prone to wardrobe malfunctions." She wiggled her hips, shaking the shirts and exposing thigh flesh.

Shelly made some more notes as Lisa disrobed yet again. "I think that's enough for today," she said.

Lisa collapsed onto her swivel chair, exhausted.

The next day, Shelly tried to counteract the symptoms Lisa described. Heat and constriction seemed to be the main ones. She tackled constriction first, with some help from a wealthy student who had a 3D printer in his dorm room, in exchange for a dinner date. Stephen was curious about what the strange implements Shelly had him print were for, but a few batted eyelashes ended that line of questioning.

"Honestly, Shells, I think I'd look less ridiculous walking around campus naked." Lisa's voice was muffled by the sheet that made her look like a cheap Halloween ghost. "And this plastic is really digging into me."

The front of the sheet flipped over and Lisa grinned apologetically. Shelly had 3D printed a number of sturdy plastic rods, which were attached with tape to her shoulders, stomach, hips and legs. Around these, she'd draped a lightweight bed-sheet. This way, the hypothesis had gone, Lisa could wear something without any fabric actually touching her skin.

Lisa felt bad for being so negative about her friend's most elaborate idea yet, and one that she'd gone to such lengths for, but there was no way she was going to walk around inside this ridiculous contraption.

"Yeah, I guess this one worked better in my head," said Shelly, helping Lisa remove the tape and plastic. "Back to the drawing board."

Constriction was out, so next was heat. Their dorm building was very new and had individual and quite high tech air-conditioning units in each of the rooms, a luxury unheard of in the older buildings that made everyone else incredibly jealous. In the service of science, but against manufacturer recommendations, Shelly turned theirs down to the lowest setting.

An hour later, Shelly was bundled up in a sweater and scarf, teeth chattering. Lisa, on the other hand, felt fine in just her skin. As soon as Shelly wrapped a coat around her friend, Lisa started sweating.

"How?!" screamed Shelly, staring in disbelief at the beads of sweat on Lisa's reddening forehead. "I-it's freezing in here!"

Lisa shrugged. "Can I take this off now?"

Shelly sighed and nodded, crossing another item off her checklist. Lisa sighed in relief as she doffed the jacket, experiencing a brief moment of relief before remembering she was naked in front of her roommate and they still hadn't found a cure. It had been a week now, but she still couldn't quite get used to it.

Shelly smiled sympathetically at her as she turned the temperature back up. "Don't worry, Lis, we'll figure this out yet. It's like Edison said—if we eliminate all the things that don't work, we'll find the cure!"

"I sure hope so, Shells. I'm starting to forget what the outside world looks like. I'd really like to be normal again." With that, Lisa sat down at her desk and turned to her notes. She had an essay due for the next morning.

Some hours later, Lisa was putting the finishing touches on her essay when a tap on her shoulder disrupted her concentration. Startled, she spun around on her chair to a faceful of skin. It was Shelly. Naked Shelly. She was a little plumper than Lisa, and the dark bush that matched her hair was a dense nest. But the main focal point of her figure was her breasts, heavy, round and much bigger than Lisa had expected. She wasn't into girls, but the twins still mesmerized her.

Shelly was blushing all over and her arms were frozen in a position that made it clear she was fighting not to cover herself. "Tada!" she said, forcing her arms wide, and then blushing again as her boobs jiggled.

"What are you doing?" Lisa asked, trying to look away from her roommate's chest. "Oh no, don't tell me I'm contagious!"

"No, no, no, nothing like that!" Shelly said, putting a reassuring hand on Lisa's shoulder. "Look, I'm fine." At this, she darted across the room, grabbed the bra that was hanging over the back of her chair, and put it on. "See? Fine!" She then took it off again, though her hands were visibly shaking.

Lisa understood. "Shelly, this is very kind of you, but you really don't need to do this on my account. This is my pain to bear. Though, speaking of pain, you should really get fitted for a bigger size."

A confused look crossed Shelly's face. Lisa cupped her boobs in her hands.

"Oh!" Shelly blushed and wrapped her arms around her chest. Then her blush deepened and she forced her arms away.

Lisa could see that her friend was doing her utmost to be bravely naked for her, to make her feel like she wasn't a lone freak. But she could also see that Shelly was really modest, and this wasn't easy for her. Lisa wasn't exactly an exhibitionist herself, but she'd had a week to get pretty comfortable in her own skin, at least here in her room, with just Shelly around.

"Shelly," she began, getting up from her chair. "I really appreciate this. But I can see it's killing you. Please, this is your room too. I want you to be comfortable here."

Shelly forced her hands behind her back. "I want you to be comfortable, too. At least, as much as possible. I've tried so hard... so many things... all failures! This was all I could think of to do next." Her eyes faced the floor and Lisa could see the beginnings of tears.

Lisa thought about the many experiments and outfits she'd tried over the last week with Shelly. About the meals she'd brought her and the time they'd spent recapping the lectures Lisa missed. About the really awkward date Shelly had been on with Stephen the 3D printer guy. And all this, when they still barely knew each other.

"Shelly, it's okay," Lisa said. She stepped towards her friend and raised her chin with a hand, her light blue eyes fixed on Shelly's watery hazel ones. With her other hand, Lisa took the bra from the back of the chair. "I know you've tried your best, and I'll never be able to repay you. But at least let me allow you to be comfortable. Comfortable and normal. I need to see you being normal. Clothed. It gives me... something to aspire to. Some link to the world."

As she spoke, Lisa placed the bra on Shelly, suppressing a wince at its bad fit, and brought the straps behind Shelly's back. She clasped them together, and then fell into a hug. Shelly reciprocated.

"You've been the best friend I could ever have asked for," said Lisa. "With your help, I know I can beat this thing, whatever it is. We can beat it."

Lisa pulled back from their hug, and looked across the floor for Shelly's panties. They were lying beside her feet. She motioned for Shelly to sit, and then she pulled the panties over her feet and up, stopping at her knees to let her do the rest. Then she went to Shelly's closet and picked out a blouse and skirt, which she dutifully put on her friend, like the servant of a medieval princess. Though as far as she knew servants generally didn't go naked.

Lastly, Lisa motioned for Shelly to lift her feet, and she cradled them in a pair of sandals. Then the naked girl hugged the clothed girl again. Lisa savored the feeling of fabric against her skin, not covering her. For now, it was the closest she could get. But one thing still bugged her.

"I'm serious about the bra fitting," said Lisa, killing the moment. "That thing must be torturing you."

To be continued...

[barelin]

Please continue and be extremely excited to read the following installments. Regardless of the directions, you take this, her life will be getting more interesting.

[Executionus]

Glad to see this discussion subject finally in story form. Looking forward to where it goes from here.

[FinchAgent]

Chapter Three: Uncovered

In the two weeks since Lisa had stopped attending lectures, she and Shelly had become very close. They talked for hours on end about everything, and Lisa would forget her nudity for long stretches. If Shelly resented anything about her role as Lisa's caretaker, she didn't show it.

One afternoon, as Shelly was telling her a story about something that had happened over lunch in the canteen, Lisa realized that she could not picture any of the faces of the people whose names Shelly had mentioned. Some of them were people she'd never met, but others she had, and those were the most distressing. She had been at college for four weeks now. Two of those weeks had been spent in her room, with just Shelly for company, and during the week before that, her every thought had been about what clothes she could comfortably wear and how long she could go between stripping. So far, she'd had exactly one week of normal college life.

Her condition was worsening. She had found herself taking longer and longer showers to avoid putting her towel back on, and then sprinting back to her room to get it off again. Soon she wouldn't be able to wear anything for any amount of time, and would be forced to streak to her shower and back.

Lisa burst into tears.

"What's wrong?" asked Shelly, placing a hand on her friend's shoulder. "Was it something I said?"

Lisa wiped her eyes. "N-no. Well, kind of. It's just... you're having all these fun experiences with all these cool people, and I... I can't even leave this room. It's not exactly what I thought college would be like."

Shelly looked down at her feet. Then, after a pause, she said, "I'm sorry none of my ideas have worked so far. How's the counselling going?"

Lisa had signed up for sessions with the college psychologist a few days before, following the latest failed experiment. "I'm too embarrassed to say anything about this... clothes thing. It's too weird. She just thinks I'm a shut-in."

"Lisa..."

"I know! I know! I'll tell her in my next session. But she'll probably just tell me that my lifestyle choice is valid and I should continue being a nudist hermit. She's... really open-minded."

Lisa got up from her position, lying on top of her bed, and stomped across the room, limbs filled with restless energy. "I need to get out and do something, Shelly! I hear all about your friends and I really want to meet them! I'm going crazy in here by myself..."

Shelly put a hand to her chin. "How long can you stay clothed right now?"

Lisa glanced at the open notebook on her desk. "Ten minutes, roughly." At Shelly's suggestion, she'd been timing herself with a towel on every day.

"I could invite some of my friends to the room, and then you could meet them?"

Lisa considered this. "I'd be too focused on my discomfort to really pay attention to them, probably. And it would be hard to think of a reason to chase them away after ten minutes. Just another reason to call Shelly's shut-in roommate a weirdo!"

Shelly paused for a moment before speaking again, a pensive look on her face. "Um, if I invite just girls over, then maybe you could be, well... maybe you could stay comfortable?"

Lisa's eyes widened and her face reddened. "I really don't know about that! All those people meeting me for the first time... either they'd be offended, or they'd think I'm a freak."

"I would definitely tell them about your condition first!"

"Then they'd just spend the whole time feeling sorry for me."

"Uh, I could have them strip too? To make things more equal?"

"Then they'll really think I'm weird!"

Shelly bit her lip. "I guess. If only there were a way for you to be comfortable without people thinking... oh, of course!"

A light seemed to have gone on in Shelly's brain. Lisa leaned towards her, eager to hear what she'd come up.

"It's so perfect, I don't know why I didn't think of it before!" Shelly exclaimed. "We can all meet at the Freshers Streak!"

Lisa's whole body turned red at this suggestion. "Oh no, no no no no!" she said, waving her arms in front of her. "If I wanted the whole campus to see me naked, I would just do that. There is no way I'm going to volunteer to streak."

The expression on Shelly's face told Lisa that she was engaging logic argument mode. "Lisa, just think about it for a minute. You won't be the only one streaking. It's going to be most of the college freshmen, guys and girls. We can also go together as friends, and run with each other. You'll get to meet the girls in a way that makes you feel comfortable, without calling attention to your situation. To them and everyone else, you'll just be another streaker."

"But what about videos getting out? I know there are going to be videos..."

"That's true, but one of the Freshers Streak traditions is that we all have to cover our faces."

Lisa and Shelly's experiments had already determined that masks and other non-central clothing items did not trigger her symptoms when worn on their own. She would feel just fine in a mask and running shoes. Well, apart from the embarrassment... but, to be honest, that paled in comparison to the torture of clothing.

"You'll need to wear a dress for a few minutes between leaving the dorm and getting to the start line, but then you can take it off. I'll be at your side the whole time."

Lisa detected a hint of unease in Shelly's voice and recalled how embarrassed she'd been when she tried to get naked as well. Since then, Shelly had kept her clothes on, but was making an effort to wear less in their dorm room as a sort of compromise. Right now, she was barefoot and had no bra on under her tank top. Even this had clearly been difficult for her, and Lisa noted the self consciousness that manifested in Shelly's face when her boobs moved a little too much.

That her very shy friend Shelly was prepared to streak with her, all so that she could get out of the dorm room and maybe make some new friends, was reason enough to do it. However nervous Lisa felt about running naked across campus, Shelly must have felt even more nervous. She would need her friend Lisa, the unwillingly experienced home nudist, to support her.

"Okay, let's do it," Lisa said.

"Hooray! I'll get some things for us to wear. On our heads, I mean. This is going to be fun!" Shelly's enthusiasm was a little too exuberant, her smile just a little too wide.

* * *

Four girls stood in a cluster at the Freshers Streak start line, with a few minutes to go before show time. Lisa checked that her plastic full-face owl mask was secure and then took two clumps of olive fabric in her hands. She couldn't wait to pull the horrible dress off.

On her right side stood Shelly, wearing a black balaclava. She also had on exercise clothes, an old t-shirt and yoga pants. Despite Lisa's recommendation, she was also wearing a full set of underwear.

The girl to Lisa's left was an athletic brunette named Claire, who was wearing a short top that showed her toned midriff and a miniskirt that showed her muscular legs. To cover her face she had a pair of sunglasses and a medical mask. "Nice to finally meet you," she'd said to Lisa, taking her hand in a remarkably strong grip. "Shelly's told us all about you."

On Claire's left was Debra, a petite blonde in a floral dress, looking ridiculous with a costume monkey's head over her own. "Hey, don't be nervous," she'd whispered to Lisa. "You're not the one making a monkey out of yourself. Haha!"

All four girls wore running shoes. Lisa's feet were cramping horribly, but she knew they'd feel better as soon as she pulled her dress off. She thought back to one of Shelly's more recent experiments, where she'd worn elbow-length gloves, knee-high boots and balaclava with no problems.

Some way in front of the girls, beside the starting line, stood Bethany, a tall and elegant girl with flowing auburn hair and deep brown eyes. She had on a cheerleader's short top and skirt. Being a little older than the prospective racers, she was not wearing any kind of mask and would be keeping her clothes on. In her right hand, she held a starting pistol.

"Three..." Bethany began, raising her pistol in the air.

Lisa tugged at the fabric of her dress, breathing heavily.

"Two..."

The air nipped at Lisa's thighs as she drew the fabric upward.

"One..."

All she could think about was the sweet release from fabric.

"STRRRIPPPP!"

The pistol went off with a BANG and the dress sailed over Lisa's head, landing in a crumpled heap on the ground. She was the first one naked.

The air was alive with rustling as dozens of college freshmen removed their outfits. Debra had her floral dress off and was kicking off her panties. Claire was carefully peeling her top off so as not to dislodge her glasses. Shelly had her shirt off and was shaking her leggings down, face already beet red.

Lisa reached over and undid her friend's bra strap, as she finally wrestled her leggings and panties to the ground. Then all clothes were gone, each left in a pile, and the girls began jogging.

"Woo-hoo!" cried Debra, her pale and skinny little body providing a bizarre contrast with the monkey's head covering her face. "Feel that wind!"

Lisa focused on the sensations. The wind whipping across her bare skin. The eyes of onlookers. The cheerful camaraderie with Shelly and her two new friends. She ran with them, and with the other freshmen, a fleshy throng flowing through the campus.

As she ran, Lisa caught sight of the other bodies on display. Tall, short, fat, thin, all colors and dimensions. The crowd seemed about evenly split between male and female, and many of the men around Lisa caught her eyes. Broad chests, chiseled abs, strong arms and legs, firm, cute butts. And, of course, penises, flopping side-to-side as the men ran.

For the first time in many weeks, Lisa felt normal, and part of something. It was all a little surreal, but far preferable to sitting on her own in her dorm room.

Lisa found herself keeping pace with Claire's long powerful strides as Debra and Shelly fell behind them, audibly panting behind their masks. She was taking deep, full breaths, but comfortably jogged on.

"You're pretty fit for a girl who spends all her time in her room," said Claire, her voice straining. "You should join my running club."

"It must be the adrenaline," Lisa replied, "I'm feeling really wired!"

"Nothing like that cool night air," Claire said, raising her voice as she started to fall behind Lisa. "I just wish I could feel it on my face!"

Claire was right. The night air felt good. Lisa smiled as she overtook her new friend, and continued apace. She hadn't been an active runner in years, but today everything she loved about it had come back to her. And she felt fitter and stronger than she'd ever felt before. If she'd run like this on her school track team, she would have been a champion rather than middle of the pack. But then, they were pretty strict about uniforms.

The streak continued through the campus, across fields and down roads. They ran across the outdoor dining area of one of the cafeterias, which was sprinkled with cheering and wolf-whistling spectators. "You're so sexy!" shouted a male voice as Lisa ran by, and she blushed behind her mask.

She was coming near to the front of the pack now, with still no feelings of fatigue. She was surrounded by lean, muscular men. She heard a couple of them whistle at her as she overtook them. "Nice ass baby!"

Finally, the end was in sight. The Freshers Streak had taken a circular lap around the campus, returning to the starting point, where scattered piles of discarded clothes greeted the streakers. Lisa felt nauseous looking at them. Soon, it would be time to put on that awful dress again, and then she would have to go back to her dorm room. She sighed deeply, savoring the feeling of the wind on her skin and the sight of the athletic male bodies around her in her last minutes of normalcy.

"Congratulations!" shouted Bethany, as Lisa jogged past the finish line and slowed to a walk. "You're the winner of the female race, and fifth place overall! That's really good!"

"Th-thanks," Lisa replied, feeling awkward and shy now that she was in direct communication with a clothed person.

Bethany looked her up and down, which made it worse. "That tummy is goals! What's your secret, girl? Diet? Exercise?"

Lisa shrugged. "I, uh, like to live... natural." She left Bethany in a perplexed silence as she went to look for her dress.

The olive monstrosity was where she'd left it, near her friends' clothes. She ambled towards it, feeling increasingly uncomfortable as she contemplated the prospect of having to put it on. The run had only taken about thirty minutes, and she normally required at least three hours of nudity between wearing anything.

All around Lisa, men and women were pulling on their clothes. Standing around naked would soon make her stand out in the crowd.

"Hey girl," said Claire, appearing alongside her, Debra and Shelly in tow. "Well done on the run! So kind of you to wait for us here. Let's get our things on, I hear there's an after-party!"

Lisa smiled at her, and then, remembering her mask, nodded vigorously instead and crouched down to retrieve her olive dress from the ground. She was interrupted by a high shriek.

"W-where are my clothes?" cried Shelly. "I swear I left them right next to yours, Debra!"

"I don't see them," replied Debra, stepping into her floral dress.

"Yeah, they're not over here either," said Claire, pulling her top over her head.

"W-what?" Shelly was becoming increasingly distressed as more and more clothing moved from the grass to the bodies of other freshmen, being replaced by discarded masks. Before long, she and Lisa—still in a crouch, fingering the fabric of her dress—were the only ones naked.

Lisa glanced around, unable to see her friend's clothes. Someone must have taken them! But she also couldn't see any obvious culprits. She looked at her friend with deep sympathy, and then back at her dress. Shelly was visibly shaking, and the dress still made Lisa want to hurl.

"Here, Shelly, take mine," Lisa said, dress in hand. Shelly looked at her eyes, eyes wide. "B-but then you'll be—"

"It's okay," Lisa lied. "Please, put it on."

Shelly thanked Lisa profusely, then took the ugly olive dress and pulled it over her head. It looked a bit better on her, Lisa decided. Definitely more Shelly's style than her own. But then, her own style these days was... natural.

Lisa realized that she was now the only person not wearing clothes. Heat rose to her cheeks, and she wrapped her arms around her boobs and squeezed her thighs together. She could feel eyes on her butt. What now?

"How sweet," came a syrupy voice from behind the girls. It was Bethany, walking slowly towards them, hands in an exaggerated slow clap. "Our streaking champion is not just an excellent runner, but a loyal and self-sacrificing friend."

Bethany's sarcastic smile transformed into a genuine scowl. "Unfortunately, there are no prizes for that. On the contrary, the Freshers Streak organizing committee does not appreciate unauthorized changes to our plans."

Bethany stepped up to Lisa and stared her down. A shiver ran down the naked girl's spine. Through her peripheral vision, she saw her three friends stepped in to back her up.

"Stay right there, ladies," said Bethany, raising both her arms. "Every Freshers Streak, we pick one... lucky... individual to extend his or her streak. This is based on an extensive psychological evaluation of the freshmen class and intense deliberation between members of the committee. We spend weeks coming to a decision on the perfect candidate."

At this, Bethany reached out a manicured hand and grabbed Shelly by the forearm. With surprising strength, she yanked her sideways, bumping her into Lisa. She glared daggers at one and then the other.

"Now, Shelly," she said, putting on her syrupy tone again. "I need you to give Nature Girl here her dress back, and then I need you to streak back to your dorm room. If you run fast enough, maybe no-one will see you."

Shelly gulped, and Lisa put a protective arm around her friend, keeping the other over her breasts.

"If you don't get that dress off in five seconds, I'll make you take your balaclava off too," Bethany threatened.

Lisa could feel her friend shaking under her arm. Suddenly she was filled with burning rage. She brought her other arm forward, not caring about exposure, and stabbed an index finger in Bethany's face. "Leave her alone you bitch!"

Bethany's eyes widened momentarily, but then she regained control of herself. She took a couple of deep breaths, and then said, coldly, "Fine."

Lisa breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed her grip on Shelly.

"But on one condition," Bethany continued, her gaze focusing on Lisa, lips turned up in a cruel smile. "You will take her place."

"Fine," Lisa replied. She wasn't looking forward to streaking back to her dorm room alone, but she would be able to handle it in a way that Shelly never could.

"Wait, that's not all," said Bethany. "Because you've disrupted our plans, a simple streak won't be good enough. We're going to need a little more."

With a shaking hand, Lisa reached for her mask.

"Oh no, you can keep that on," Bethany continued. "I'm not that cruel. Quite the opposite, I'm really generous. I want to give you a special invitation to the Freshers Streak after-party. To make you the guest of honor, really."

Lisa raised an unseen eyebrow.

"We want to celebrate our race winner and her amazing sacrifice, don't we, girls?" The three girls laughed nervously. Lisa remained silent.

Bethany's eyes flashed dangerously. "To save your friend from streaking to her dorm room, you must attend the after-party"—here she paused to look Lisa up and down—"like that. No covering up.

Lisa felt shell-shocked. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. Her friends let out cries of horror.

"I'm feeling generous," continued Bethany, "so I'll let you keep the mask."

Lisa's heart pounded against her ribs. A college party. Naked! What was wrong with this bitch?

Bethany gazed at her nails nonchalantly. "It's only fair, really. If you're happy to give your friend your only dress, then surely it won't be a problem?"

Lisa's throat was dry, terribly dry. She still couldn't believe what was being suggested. Surely this was all a joke? Bethany couldn't really expect her to go through with it, could she? It was bad enough standing here, the only one naked in a dispersing crowd. But to be the naked guest of honor at a party? All eyes would be on her body.

Out of the corner of her eye, Lisa noticed Shelly fiddling with the shoulder of the olive dress, hands shaking. That was enough to snap Lisa out of her reverie, and she shot out a hand to hold Shelly's. It was cold to the touch.

"It's okay, Shells," Lisa said, squeezing her friend's hand.

Then, turning to Bethany, and ignoring Shelly's desperate silent pleas, she said, "Fine, I'll do it. Just leave Shelly alone."

A wicked grin spread across Bethany's face. "Very brave, Nature Girl."

Lisa's face burned behind the owl mask.

To be continued...

[Hooked6]

Nicely written and most interesting story. I love your title - Vestiphobia, an incredibly original word to use in an erotic story and I applaud your selection of it to make it a basis of your work.

Spoiler alert Stop reading here to avoid potential spoilage of the plot.



For those unfamiliar with this word it is a real and rare disorder and unlike other phobias often requires many years of counseling and treatment to overcome the panic attacks and anxiety associated with this syndrome.


Vestiphobia is defined as an overwhelming, irrational fear of clothing. The vestiphobic person can experience anxiety and emotional turmoil that is completely compromising to their ability to function. There are two known versions of vestiphobia: Objective and Subjective. Objective is where the persons has a fear of clothing other people are wearing often resulting from some emotional trauma a patient has repressed but remembers the clothing the person or persons were wearing (eg, a clown suit, black dress, bathing suit, etc.) which subconsciously elicits a panic attack or emotional disfunction. The Subjective is where the fear occurs when the patient wears clothing of any kind as a result of some repressed past emotional incident.

It will be most interesting to see how the story here plays out. Kudos for your originality.

Hooked6

[FinchAgent]

Chapter Four: Unforeseen

Walking naked across campus felt surreal, in a wholly different way from the streaking across it. If not for all the physical sensations, Lisa would have fully believed she was dreaming. Her three friends arranged themselves around her in a protective shell, for which she was grateful, but that didn't stop the catcalls and wolf-whistles, though Debra and Claire had choice words for anyone who stared too long. At least Lisa still had her mask, and could use her arms to cover herself, however ineffectively.

After Lisa had agreed to Bethany's terms, the girls had headed off in the direction of Debra's dorm room, to get ready for the after-party. Claire had offered to strip off in solidarity with Lisa, but Bethany had overhead and made it very clear that the party's guest of honor needed to stand out. "No girl wants someone else to copy her outfit, am I right ladies?" she'd cackled.

Once safely inside Debra's room, Lisa had flopped face-down on the nearest bed, exhausted from the run, but even more exhausted from the walk back. The other three girls scurried around her, fussing with clothes and makeup. They all had outfits picked out for the party. Earlier that day, Shelly had helped Lisa pick her own outfit—a short, loose-fitting, backless dress that she'd been able to keep on for a record fifteen minutes. But there was no need for that now.

Debra tapped Lisa on the shoulder, and she looked up. "No friend of mine is going to her first college party in trainers," she said, pointing at Lisa's feet. "I think we're about the same size, you can borrow my heels."

"They'll make your ass look really good," Claire added.

"Thanks," said Lisa, taking the heels from Debra. Now sitting on the bed, she reached down to untie her shoe laces. Did she really need to give anyone more reasons to stare at her bare ass tonight? Not really, but she also didn't want to go to the party in her trainers. At least with these heels it felt like she was dressing up for the party, to the extent she was allowed.

Shelly was dressed up in a classic, modest purple dress that was nonetheless flattering. She would have looked very beautiful, Lisa thought, had she not been squirming, staring at her feet, and deliberately avoiding contact with Lisa.

"Shells," Lisa said, placing a hand on her shoulder so that the girls were staring eye to owl mask. "It's okay, really. I made my choice. All we can do now is try to enjoy it." Then she whispered, "Look on the bright side: this way, I can stay at the party longer than ten minutes."

As the words came out of her mouth, Lisa wasn't so sure that was a bright side. She was physically comfortable, in a way that she wouldn't have been with clothes on, but she was also acutely aware of the sensation of sitting nude in the dorm room of a girl she'd just met, while everyone around her was wearing clothes. She squeezed her thighs together and folded both arms across her chest.

Dressing done, the girls applied their makeup. Lisa kept her owl mask on, and was thus unable to join. There was, in any case, no way she would be showing her face at this party. Finally, the girls all applied perfume.

"I'll lend you some of mine," said Debra to Lisa. "I don't have any Chanel Number Five though." She winked, and Lisa blushed at the comparison. What would Marilyn Monroe have done in this situation?

A few drops later, the girls were ready to party. Debra's skirt was short, Claire's cleavage plunging, and Lisa's body pink and fragrant. Shelly lent the group a touch of class.

"Are you sure about this?" Shelly whispered to Lisa, as the door shut behind them.

Lisa's heart was thumping in her chest. She felt nervous, but also somehow excited. After weeks of hermit mode in her room, she was going to a college party! Where everyone would see her totally nude body, but she tried not to focus on that part.

"There's no other way," she said. "I don't want to think about what Bethany will do if I don't show up. It will probably be worse than a couple hours of public nudity."

"It'll be fun!" said Debra, overhearing the tail end of the girls' conversation. She linked her arm in Lisa's and exuberantly led her forward. "We're gonna have an awesome time!"

"Don't worry, Lisa, we'll protect you," added Claire. "I'll punch out any guy who tries to get handsy with you. Nudity is not an invitation!"

"Amen sister!" shouted Debra.

With that, the four girls departed the dormitory, with Lisa's friends once again forming a shell around her, like secret service agents around the president. She felt a little unsteady on her heels at first, having mostly gone barefoot for weeks, but quickly gained her footing. It was odd, wearing just heels and an owl mask. Somehow it made her feel less clothed than she had being totally naked in her room. This was in-your-face nudity, not mere nakedness.

The four walked across campus to the sorority house were the after-party was being held. Music pumped through the walls, rattling the windows, through which multicolored lights strobed and flashed. Students milled about outside the house, drinks and cigarettes in their hands.

Before coming to college, Lisa had harbored a lot of different expectations for the parties she'd be attending, most of them based on movies she'd seen. Red cups, loud music, lots of drinking and dancing. It was all here. But the one thing she hadn't been expecting was that she'd attend her first college party wearing an owl mask, high-heels, and nothing else. Did this make her a slut?

The girls tried to proceed discretely, but once a few heads turned to acknowledge them, there were shouts and murmurs. "Woo! Yeah! You go girl!" "What a hottie!" "Is she really doing this?" "Nice pussy!" "Slut!" People started to gather, but kept some distance out of respect for her friends' icy glares.

Lisa's face flushed under her mask. She had goosebumps across her whole body, and hard nipples, though it was a warm night. The whole thing seemed unreal, but she was really doing this, as the cool breeze around her nethers constantly reminded her.

"Let's just go inside and get this over with," Claire said to the others. "You can make an appearance for Bethany, and then we can go."

Her body shivering, Lisa walked through the front door and plunged into the party. Nervous energy had made her walk faster than her friends, so she was the first to enter. In the low light and loud music, nobody seemed to notice her at first, but then a familiar voice rang out.

"Welcome, Nature Girl!" shouted Bethany, running up to Lisa and giving her a big, insincere hug. "I was starting to think you wouldn't show up, and that I would need to come up with another punishment. But here you are, slutting it up with those giant heels!"

Lisa glanced down at her feet. The heels were high, but not absurdly so. Bethany was exaggerating somewhat. But then, was there a sluttier outfit than what she had on right now? She keenly feel the eyes of the party-goers around her. People were whispering, asking each other what she was wearing, and if their eyes were right.

Bethany put a hand on the back of Lisa's shoulder and led her from the front hall to the bar. A handsome blond barman approached them, his eyes bulging out of their sockets at the sight of Lisa, who demurely brought an arm across her breasts.

"Two vodka shots," Bethany said.

The shots were quickly prepared and set down on the bar. Bethany took one and placed the other in Lisa's hand. "You've gotta have a shot if you're naked," she said. "I don't make the rules."

Lisa brought her shaking hand to her face, and lifted her mask slightly to put the shot glass to her lips. Bethany did the same, sans mask. Then they both tilted their heads back.

The vodka burned as it went down Lisa's throat. She'd had alcohol before, but not that often. She coughed and spluttered, and some of the vodka dripped from her chin. Then she looked back at Bethany, who was still holding a full shot glass.

"You've gotta have another shot if you spill," she said, handing Lisa her glass.

Lisa obediently downed the second shot, with more care this time. Bethany nodded in approval, and grabbed her wrist to lead her away.

The house's living room was thronging with people dancing and lying on the furniture with each other. As Bethany and Lisa entered the room, Bethany shouted, "Hey everyone! Say hello to the girl winner of the Freshers' Streak! She was so excited about winning she forgot to put her clothes back on!"

All eyes turned to Lisa, and a cacophony of voices whooped and cheered and shouted. Lisa folded her arms across her torso, careful not to look too much like she was covering up. The eyes of a skinny young man in front of her were clearly glued to her boobs. Her skin rapidly shifted between bright red and pale white in her embarrassment. Where were her friends?

"Enough talk, let's dance," Bethany said to Lisa. "I want to see you shaking for all your new admirers." At this, Bethany put her hands in the air and thrust the side of her hip against Lisa's.

Feeling warm and a little fuzzy from the vodka shots, Lisa started to dance. The owl mask still securely attached to her face gave her a sense of anonymity. The room was dark and the dancers seemed pretty drunk, which also helped. And then there was the sad fact that she hadn't been out of her room in weeks, with not much time to be seen around campus before then.

As she thought more about all of this, she felt herself falling further into the music, swaying and shaking with more conviction than before, getting into it. She was accustomed to the sensations of nudity by now. Being in public was an additional shock, but she did have a mask on at least.

What had she worn at the last party she'd been to? A dress, shimmering silver, sleeveless, almost too short to be decent. This was... well, it was still pretty weird and different, but she was starting to have a bit of fun. Behind her mask, she was like some kind of nude superhero. No-one could suspect that her secret identity was the mild-mannered recluse Lisa Fletcher.

Lisa's dancing had taken her across the room, away from Bethany. The dance floor was filling up, and Lisa could feel clothed bodies brush and bump against her. Surprisingly, she didn't feel any wandering hands—perhaps her full nudity intimidated the usual creeps.

"There you are!" shouted a familiar voice, right in her left ear. "Are you okay?!"

The owl face turned to stare unblinkingly at Claire, who wore an expression of deep concern. The faces of Shelly and Debra appeared to each side of her, with matching frowns.

"Y-yeah, I'm fine," Lisa said. "Bethany just wanted me to do a couple of shots and some dancing. So far it's, uh, not really that bad. I can't believe she let me keep this mask on!"

"Who knows what was in those shots?" Shelly remarked darkly.

Lisa chuckled. "Chill, Shells, she's just a sorority bitch, not some kind of human trafficker."

"Incoming!" shouted Debra, pointing away from the group to a path that was being cleared through the dancefloor for none other than Bethany herself.

Bethany strutted up to the four friends and stopped right in front of Lisa, so close that their noses almost touched. "So nice that your friends found you. It looks like you're all having a really good time!" Her fake smile threatened to spill off her face. "But you know what would make it even better?"

The music thumped loudly as the girls looked from one to the other, saying nothing.

"Snacks!" Bethany shouted, throwing her arms in the air.

At the word, two girls who looked like blonde and brunette clones of Bethany appeared behind her and swiftly stepped towards Lisa. Bethany snapped her fingers, and the girls pushed Lisa towards the door out of the room. Maybe she was some kind of human trafficker after all.

"Hey! What are you doing?!" Claire lunged for one of the girls, but a surprisingly quick and strong Bethany caught her arm, letting her lackeys and their naked prisoner melt into the dancing crowd.

Bethany grinned ruthlessly. "Don't worry, girls, you're coming to. You three and Nature Girl are invited to join us in the VIP area."

Debra's eyes went as big as saucers. "The VIP area! Wow!"

Shelly and Claire glared daggers at her.

"Uh, oh, I mean..."

"Yes, that's right, little freshers," said Bethany. "Welcome to the big time."

* * *

The VIP area of the party was one of the upstairs rooms, a large area that may once have been two separate bedrooms, but was now missing a wall that had previously divided them. In place of that wall was a large, long table. On top of that table was a naked woman wearing an owl mask. Pieces of sushi were artfully arranged across her body, and she was trying very hard to remain as still as possible.

"Dinner is served, ladies," said Bethany, spreading out one arm with a dramatic air.

In addition to Bethany and Lisa, the room was populated by Shelly, Debra and Claire and Bethany's two lackeys. Bethany and her friends smiled cruelly, and the other girls looked less pleased.

"Remember, ladies, no hands," said Bethany, glancing pointedly at the handcuffs that secured Lisa's three friends' hands behind their backs. "You first," she said, pointing at Debra.

Debra shuffled towards the table and stood over it for a long moment, mouthing apologies to Lisa's masked face.

"It's okay," whispered Lisa. "Let's just get this over with."

"What are you waiting for?" Bethany snapped. "Eat up!"

Debra looked down at her friend's body, calculating which piece of sushi would be the best choice. Some were more delicately positioned than others, but ultimately they would be forced to eat all of them.

Debra apologized again, dipped down, and used her tongue to scoop a piece of sushi off Lisa's right breast. She could feel her friend flinch and writhe at the touch.

Bethany and her lackeys shouted words of encouragement, and then it was Claire's turn. Feeling that the audience was getting too excited, she chose a piece from Lisa's tummy. But Lisa was ticklish, and her body quivered deliciously at the touch of Claire's tongue.

The applause continued.

Now it was Shelly's turn. The most reluctant of the three, she staggered uncertainly towards Lisa, unable to even look at her friend. Then, finally, she turned her head and peeled open her eyes, searching methodically for the least offensive bit of sushi. There was, of course, nothing on her arms or far below her hips.

"Having trouble choosing?" asked Bethany, sidling next to Shelly. "Let me choose for you, then. You're going to eat that one."

Shelly's eyes followed the arc of Bethany's manicured index finger with horror, all the way to the piece of sushi balanced directly below Lisa's trim blonde landing strip. She gasped and looked pleadingly at Bethany.

Bethany's gaze was of triumph. "Maybe next time you'll think twice about letting your friends take the fall for you."

A silence fell across the room. Lisa's friends were horrified, and Bethany waited with cruel anticipation. Shelly mumbled something below her breath.

"If you don't want to do it, maybe I will," Bethany said, flashing a smile full of teeth at Shelly.

That decided it. Lisa whimpered softly as Shelly lowered her mouth towards the piece of sushi. "It's okay, Shells," she whispered. "I understand."

Shelly tugged uselessly at the handcuffs behind her back as the reality of what she was about to do sunk in. And now her nose was less than an inch from her best friend's sushi-covered pussy. She closed her eyes and stuck out her tongue.

Claire and Debra averted their eyes.

Bethany smirked, arms folded smugly across her front.

Her lackeys cackled.

Lisa gasped and her whole body tensed and shuddered.

Shelly tasted skin and sushi.

* * *

Twenty long minutes later, Debra, Claire and Shelly had eaten all of the sushi. They had, at least, prevented Bethany and her lackeys from joining in. Lisa still lay on the table, her body glistening in the light.

"Your performance was... satisfactory," said Bethany. "For that, I give you the reward of clothes." She produced a small, rumpled black dress from her bag and tossed it on top of Lisa. "You and your friends are free to go. I hope you'll all think about this next time you're tempted to mess with our plans."

Lisa sat up on the table, taking the dress in her hands. She longed for the relief it would give her from constant public exposure, and this latest ordeal. But at the same time, she dreaded the nausea, the heat and the tightness that she knew would come with being clothed. Half-reluctantly, she pulled the dress over her head and climbed off the table.

The fabric was tight on her body. Bile rose in her throat as she smoothed the bottom of the dress down, bringing it below her ass.

Bethany's lackeys had unlocked the handcuffs, and Lisa's three friends were standing around rubbing their wrists. Debra had a vacant look in her eyes, and Shelly was studiously avoiding eye contact. Claire was boiling with anger, having taken a swing at one of the lackeys just after being released.

"Let's save the cat fights for next time," Bethany said to her.

Claire scowled and raised her fists, clearly about to knock Bethany's lights out. It took the hands of Lisa and Debra on either of her shoulders to calm her down.

"It's not worth it, Claire," whispered Lisa. "She'll just make us do something even worse."

Claire lowered her fists, shooting a last spiteful glare at Bethany, who had turned away from the friends and was busy doing something on her phone. "Run along now! Your VIP passes have expired!"

The four friends shuffled out of the VIP room and down the hall, passing closed doors of bedrooms from which many amorous sounds were escaping. Still forming a protective shell around the now-clothed Lisa, they descended the staircase, stepping over the bodies of passed out drunks, and finally left the house. No-one paid attention to them.

Once they were some distance from the house party, they could no longer hear any music. The campus was dark, silent and empty, and the girls walked silently through it. They silently agreed that they needed to stay together, and so all four headed for Shelly and Lisa's dorm.

With every step, Lisa felt fabric rub against her skin. Although the dress was made of a light, thin material, it may as well have been sandpaper. She could feel sweat dripping down her face.

"You okay, Lis?" asked Debra, noticing that Lisa was falling behind the others.

"Of course she isn't!" snapped Claire.

Debra looked away, embarrassed. The group returned to silence.

The walk to their dorm room was long and agonizing, but finally they made it. As Lisa stepped through the door, she grabbed the bottom of the owl mask and pulled it off, tossing it in a corner. The air on her face provided a brief, minor relief. She kicked off her heels, and again, felt a moment of relief as she wiggled her toes. But it wasn't enough.

The door clicked closed behind Shelly, who brought up the rear. Debra had already sat down on Shelly's desk chair, and Claire was pulling out Lisa's. They would be there for a while.

Lisa's breaths were coming out short and sharp. Her face was red, and her whole body shook. She glanced from Debra to Claire and then to Shelly, who gave her a sad, knowing look. Then she couldn't take it anymore. The dress had to come off.

Without saying anything, she grabbed the dress by the shoulder straps and yanked it off her body. In one movement, she crumpled it into a ball and tossed it against the wall of the room, and then collapsed naked on her bed.

When Lisa looked up again, Debra and Claire were looking away from her, while exchanging confused glances with each other. Shelly was still avoiding eye contact, but somehow managed to hand Lisa her towel and toiletry bag.

Lisa smiled at her roommate's quick thinking. Wincing, she wrapped the towel around herself and quickly dashed from the room. There was nothing she needed more right now than a long, hot shower.

The dorm bathroom was mercifully empty. As the hot water poured down Lisa's body, she could feel the cold, damp pieces of sushi on her body and the tongues of her friends on her skin again. They had all been so careful, so gentle with her. Lisa's hand slipped down towards her crotch.

When Lisa returned from the shower, Debra and Claire were still in her room, chatting with Shelly. The mood had lightened somewhat, and they greeted her pleasantly. She nodded curtly as she shut the door behind her, desperate to remove her towel.

"I haven't told them anything," Shelly whispered to her as she walked past. "It's your decision."

Lisa was grateful for that and shared a smile with her friend. "Thanks Shells. And don't worry about earlier. You had to do what you had to do. We all did."

Then she stood at the end of the room, clean pink skin wrapped up in a towel that felt like sandpaper. She could, if she chose, dismiss Claire and Debra, tell them she wanted to get changed. But that would be a lie. Lisa decided she needed all the friends she could get. So she reached a hand up to the top of her towel and pulled. The coarse fabric unraveled and fell about her feet.

"It's okay," she said, as Debra and Claire were already averting their eyes. "You can look. You've already seen it all anyway." She stepped out of the towel, kicked it away, and then sat down on her bed, arms at her sides, a slight flush on her face.

There was a moment's silence.

"Are you... going to get dressed?" asked Debra.

Lisa sighed. "No."

Claire's forehead wrinkled in confusion. "After all that, I would've thought that the last thing you'd want is to get naked again... If it were me, I'd be showering in a swimsuit!"

"There's a reason you haven't met me before," said Lisa. "It's the same reason that I chose to come out of my room for the first time in weeks specifically for the Freshers' Streak. It's also the reason I was able to take Shelly's place."

"Are you a nudist?" asked Debra.

"No, I actually don't like being naked all the time." Lisa brought her legs onto the bed and leaned against the wall, bringing her knees up to her chest. "I just can't stand wearing clothes. It's... some kind of condition."

"She started showing symptoms a few weeks ago," added Shelly. "We've tried everything we can to cure her, but it's not getting better."

"That's why I've been staying in my room for all this time. Ironically, I wouldn't have been capable of going to that party if Bethany hadn't made me do it naked."

Claire raised an eyebrow.

"But it was really embarrassing! I couldn't have done that without my mask. Which doesn't seem to be affected by my condition. I can wear masks and shoes and glasses and scarves and stuff like that, but not real clothes. At least, not for very long."

Debra and Claire nodded sympathetically. Both seemed deep in thought.

Finally, Debra spoke. "So you say you've tried... everything?"

Lisa and Shelly nodded vigorously. "Just take a look through that notepad on my desk, Debra. We've been exhaustively scientific about this."

Debra flipped through the notebook, a sly smile forming on her face. "Well, I may have an idea for something you haven't tried."

"Please, anything!" cried Lisa. "All I want is to live a normal college life and wear clothes again."

Debra reached a hand down the front of her dress and pulled out a small pocketwatch. "What do you ladies think of... hypnotherapy?"

To be continued...

[FinchAgent]

Chapter Five: Unbelievable

"Explain to me again why we had to wait for a full moon to do this," Shelly asked Debra.

"And why do we... have to be... outside?" added Lisa, through clothing-induced grimaces.

"Just... trust me, okay," was Debra's unsatisfactory answer. "You do want to be able to wear clothes comfortably again, don't you?"

Lisa nodded desperately and Shelly bit her lip. Having to wait for a full moon night had given them enough time to do some experiments that satisfied Shelly about the psychosomatic origin of Lisa's condition. Despite reporting extreme discomfort when wearing clothes, Lisa did not exhibit a fever or any physical symptoms apart from occasional sweating. If they could fix her psychological aversion to clothing, she would be normal again. And maybe Debra had the solution for that. Shelly was naturally skeptical of the efficacy of something like hypnotherapy, but she believed strongly in placebo effects.

It was midnight, a few nights after the Freshers Streak. Lisa, Shelly and Debra were standing in a circle on the flat roof of Lisa and Shelly's college dormitory. Claire was a few feet away, securing the lock on the roof access door. She pulled on the handle a few times and then gave the girls a thumbs up, a heavy key-ring dangling from her fingers. "No-one's coming up here now."

Lisa stalked over to the door and gave the handle a hard yank herself to be sure. Then, with a sigh, she pulled the nasty olive dress over her head and deposited it on the ground.

As always, her relief appeared instant. She visibly relaxed as soon as the fabric was off her body, and her mind was clear. But at the same time, she was naked outdoors, among a group of clothed people. The cold night air whipped across her skin, giving her goosebumps. She looked around sheepishly towards her friends.

Shelly caught Lisa's gaze with a reassuring look, holding easy eye contact. Claire and Debra, not yet quite accustomed to Lisa's nudity, tried to look everywhere else.

"Okay," Lisa said, padding over on bare feet to join her friends in the middle of the roof. "Let's get this over with. Hypnotize me!"

Debra pulled out her pocket-watch and started speaking to Lisa in a calm, even voice. Before coming up to the roof, she'd advised Claire and Shelly not to listen too closely to what she was saying when she did this, to try to occupy themselves with other activities or just think about something else. While Claire stared off the edge of the roof, Shelly gathered up Lisa's dress and put it down on top of a towel, where she'd laid out some of Lisa's other clothes. If Debra's hypnosis stuff was as effective as she claimed, Lisa would be coming down off this roof in a full outfit.

Picking the outfit had been an emotional affair, and the first time Lisa had opened her closet in weeks. Ultimately, she settled on the same outfit she'd worn on the day her condition manifested. Black bra and panties, tight white jeans, black sleeveless top, boots, and a fitted purple sweater. Exactly the tight, head-to-toe covering that would really put this cure through its paces.

"Okay ladies, you can come back now," said Debra. "She's primed."

Lisa stood completely still, arms at her sides, staring blankly into space. The only movement she made was the slow rise and fall of her chest, breathing in and out, and the occasional blink of her eyes. She didn't react even the wind picked up and whipped her blonde hair up behind her.

"This is kind of creepy, Debra," said Shelly. "Where'd you even learn to do this?"

"I could tell you," replied Debra. "But then I'd have to kill you."

Menacing silence hung over the group for a brief moment before Debra let out a peel of too-loud laughter. Shelly and Claire nervously joined in. Lisa did not react.

"So, what do we do now?" asked Claire.

"Anything we want!" said Debra, spreading her arms theatrically. "Lisa, give us a spin."

Instantly, Lisa twirled around on the spot.

"Do some jumping jacks!"

Lisa started doing rapid jumping jacks on the spot, boobs bouncing and ass jiggling.

"Now twerk!"

"No! Stop that!" interrupted Shelly. "Lisa, just relax for now."

Lisa glanced up at Shelly, her body already bent in a twerking position, ass in the air. For a moment, she froze, and then seemed to suddenly deflate. Her muscles all relaxed at once and she dropped onto the floor, lying in a splayed out position.

Debra smiled sheepishly. "Sorry, I get a little carried away sometimes."

"We're not here to mess around with Lisa and make her embarrass herself," Shelly said. "We're trying to cure her. Lisa, you can stand up now."

Lisa pulled herself to her feet. Her body was streaked with dust from the floor.

"Dust yourself off."

Lisa methodically brushed and patted her body until it was relatively dirt free.

"Now, Debra, what should we say to her so that she can wear clothes again?"

Debra put a hand to her chin. "Well, for a start, we should probably have her get dressed, and see how that goes."

Shelly nodded. "Okay. Let's go with the dress first, and then have her put on the full outfit if that works."

Claire frowned. "I think we should try the outfit first. We already know she can wear that dress for about ten minutes at a time, so we'll have to wait even longer than that to see if the hypnotherapy is working. You said she really struggles with tight clothing."

"Hmm, yeah, I guess that's a good point," replied Shelly. "I'm just worried she'll have a panic attack. It's happened once or twice during our experiments that she's just gone catatonic and I've had to undress her."

"That won't be a problem," said Debra. "She is completely under my control, and will not do anything unless explicitly ordered to by one of us."

Shelly side-eyed Debra. She thought there was a hint of overconfident bluster in the amateur hypnotherapist's voice. But she owed it to Lisa to at least try this. "Okay," she said. "Let's go with Claire's plan."

"Lisa," said Claire, relishing her turn to issue commands, "please walk over to that pile of clothes and put on the panties."

Lisa obeyed, trooping robotically to the pile of clothes. She bent at the waist, scooped up the black panties, and stepped into them. Expression still blank, she pulled them up over her crotch. Then, having run out of orders, she stood still with her arms at her sides.

The other girls stood just as still for a long moment, watching Lisa for a reaction. There was something incongruent about the black panties and how they divided the smooth, even skin of her torso from that of her legs. Having been constantly naked for weeks on end, occasionally wearing only a towel or a loose dress, she looked decidedly odd in panties. It was like putting a collar on a wild animal, Shelly mused, immediately chastising herself for the comparison.

"How do you feel, Lisa?" Debra asked.

"Fine," Lisa replied sharply. "A little cold."

A little cold! The girls' eyes widened and they let out whoops of joy, high-fiving each other. Lisa hadn't mentioned being cold once since this ordeal started.

"Okay, okay," said Shelly. "Let's not celebrate prematurely. It's great that she's feeling cold, and even better that she's standing calmly without fidgeting or trying to pull her panties off, but she's not even decent yet."

"And she's still in a trance," added Debra. "Remember, we can do whatever we want now. The real trick is to get her to do things after she comes out of it."

Shelly and Claire nodded sagely. "Lisa, put on the bra," said Shelly.

Lisa reached down and picked up the black bra. She put it on, did the clasp, and returned to her zombie-like stance.

The girls waited a full minute to make sure she didn't have any adverse reactions, and then Debra ordered her to put on the rest of the outfit. Shelly's experiments had shown that Lisa's private parts seemed most acutely affected by her condition, perhaps another indicator of its psychological origin. If she could put on underwear, she could probably handle the rest.

Lisa pulled her jeans on first, and then her top. She sat down on the ground to put on her socks and boots, and then pulled the sweater over her head. As she pulled her hair from the back of her sweater, Shelly recognized the confident, self-assured girl she'd known for a week as her first college roommate, Lisa Fletcher.

Standing there in an ordinary outfit, Lisa seemed an entirely different person from the demure, nervous room-bound involuntary nudist Shelly had gotten to know so well. But then, her natural confidence had shone through on numerous occasions, especially the night of the Freshers Streak. She had stood up to Bethany and saved Shelly from a humiliating streak, at great personal cost. Shelly hoped one day to repay her.

Claire put a hand against Lisa's forehead. "Her temperature feels normal to me. I think this is working."

"Okay girls," said Debra. "Now comes the hard part. In a trance like this, Lisa has no problem wearing clothes. But if I were to end the trance now, she'd instantly revert to her old self. She'd go into panic mode and rip the clothes off, probably. What I say to her now is crucial for preventing that."

A solemn silence descended on the rooftop. Debra stood in deep thought for a while, and then finally opened her mouth, looking directly into Lisa's vacant eyes. "Lisa, when I clap my hands, you are going to come out of this trance and return to normal. Once you come out of the trance, you will notice that you're wearing clothes. This is normal for you. You're comfortable with wearing clothes, and it's something you normally do. As soon as I clap my hands, you will feel comfortable, relaxed, at ease, perfectly happy. You will no longer feel hot or claustrophobic when wearing clothes. You will feel normal."

Debra looked to Shelly and Claire for approval. Both nodded. Then, ever so slowly, she brought her hands up in front of her. She spread them wide, and then brought them together in a loud clap, which seemed to reverberate through the night air.

Lisa slumped out of her trance, blinking rapidly. She brought her arms up in front of her and stared at them with disbelief. Then she looked down at her body. Her eyes met an expanse of purple wool and white denim. Finally, she looked up at her friends.

"How do you feel, Lisa?" asked Shelly.

"I feel... normal." Lisa's tone was flat. She sounded a little bored. "Pretty normal." She started swinging one of her feet, kicking the ground with her boot. "Nothing out of the ordinary."

The other three looked at each other quizzically. Frankly, they had been expecting a very different reaction.

"Don't you... notice something different about yourself?" asked Claire. "Something that didn't used to feel normal?"

"Yeah, I guess," Lisa replied, pointedly staring off the edge of the roof. "Something's a bit different, but it's very normal."

Shelly couldn't contain herself anymore "Lisa, you can wear clothes again! You're fully dressed and not freaking out! We did it, Lis! Debra's hypnotherapy worked!"

"Of course it did," Debra added smugly. "You're welcome."

Lisa glanced at her friends. "Yeah, I guess so. Everything's back to normal."

"Aren't you happy about this?" asked Shelly. "You can go outside again!"

"I was outside this whole time."

"I mean, in public, among people!"

"I went to that party, didn't I?"

"But now you don't have to be naked! Isn't that... isn't that what we've been trying to do for weeks on end?"

Lisa's gaze was fixed on something out in the night sky. She had walked to the edge of the roof, and her back was turned to her friends. "I don't have to be naked," she repeated. "I can be normal."

Then she pulled her sweater over her head and tossed it off the roof. "I hate normal! It's boring!"

The other three girls rushed to Lisa's side as she fiddled with her right boot, pulling her back before she threw anything else off the roof. Debra and Claire held her arms, and Shelly stood in front of her, making confused faces.

Lisa pulled off her right boot and sock, and the left soon followed. Both boots bounced on the ground as she threw them aside. Then her hands were on the waistband of her jeans, undoing the button. Her hands moved in a controlled, methodical manner quite different from the usual frantic pawing. Once her jeans were loosened, she hiked them down along with her panties in a single, fluid motion.

"It didn't work!" Shelly cried.

"Oh no, Shelly, it worked." replied Lisa. "I can wear clothes now. I just prefer not to."

Debra and Claire stared in horror, still gripping each of Lisa's bare forearms. She shook them off with a single, effortless shrug. Then her top was over her head and down on the floor. Her bra soon followed. Once again, Lisa stood naked on the rooftop. But there was strange, triumphant look in her eyes now, one that Shelly had never seen before. The way Lisa puffed out her chest, stood with her legs apart, hands firmly on hips. She was reveling in this.

"Thank you, Debra," she said. "You did cure me. I don't feel anything when I wear clothes anymore. But, at the same time, I would prefer not to. I mean, look at me. I'd rather be free and beautiful than commonplace and stifled."

Lisa's hair billowed out behind her in the wind, and Shelly thought, with some embarrassment, of the way she'd compared her friend to a wild animal earlier. She really was beautiful, and it seemed in some way a shame to cover her lithe body, a body that made Shelly green with envy, having to look at it in all its perfection every day. When she was having a particularly bad body image day, the vision of sculpted and toned Lisa brought to mind her every unsightly deposit of cellulite.

Once she tore her eyes away from Lisa, Shelly grabbed the other two girls and made an impromptu huddle. "What do we do now?"

"Well... she's kind of cured, right?" said Debra. "Like, she even said she doesn't feel anything when wearing clothes. Maybe she's got in touch with her inner nudist or whatever, but that's not too bad. Lots of people are nudists."

"Yeah," said Claire. "As long as she can wear clothes around campus, she can be a normal student again."

Shelly was quiet for a moment. "I guess you guys are right. I mean, it's a little weird that her personality would just— Hey, what's she doing now?!"

Lisa was violently rattling the roof access door handle. "Why won't this open!" she shouted.

"It's okay, Lis, I've got the keys," shouted Claire, breaking up the huddle. "Just get your clothes back on and we'll leave."

Lisa stared contemptuously at Claire. "No. I don't want to wear clothes anymore."

"But... but you have to!"

Lisa tossed her hair back. "Who says?"

"It's, like, the law!"

"Law, shmaw. I wear what I want. And right now, that's nothing."

The three girls returned to the huddle.

"This isn't going to work," said Shelly. "I don't know what you did to her Debra, but I don't think this is what she really wants. And anyway, she can't just go around naked on campus!"

"Well, there was that party..." Debra said.

"Don't make me remind you how that ended," Shelly snapped.

"Maybe she could go around on campus though," Claire said. "Naked, I mean. I was trying to do some research on her condition, and I read about this naked college student in Vermont. She was like, a religious nudist, or something, and the college had to allow it."

"You can't believe everything you read online," Shelly replied. "I really don't like this, guys. This isn't the Lisa I know. We need to get her back to normal."

"Hey ladies, what are you whispering about?"

The three girls almost jumped out of their skin as Lisa appeared behind them. She had moved very silently, and very quickly from the door to the huddle. There was an air of menace to her presence that made everyone quite uncomfortable.

"You know, there are a lot of benefits to going natural," she said. "I did some reading online, and they say it improves your blood-flow, and makes you more aware of your body." At some point, she had grabbed Claire by the forearm, holding her tight in a vice grip. "It's also great for body image." At this, she grabbed Debra's forearm in her other hand. "I think more people should try it. Starting with you lot."

At this, Lisa released Debra, pushing her across the roof, and almost simultaneously pulled Claire back towards the door. In a flash, she had her hands down the waistband of Claire's yoga pants and yanked them down. "Nice thong!" she said, quickly pulling that down too.

Claire stared in shock as Lisa continued to pull at the pants around her ankles, and then lost her balance and fell on her bare buttocks. She saw her yoga pants, held up triumphantly in the air, scrunched into a ball, and then lobbed. Straight off the roof.

"What the fuck, Lis?"

But Lisa had already pounced on her next victim, Debra. An expanse of pale stomach showed under the fabric of the pink t-shirt Lisa was forcing over her head. As Debra's head came free of the t-shirt, she clutched at her bra protectively, but she was no match for Lisa's surprising strength and speed. The bra tore off, and she was left with only her hands for coverage as Lisa tossed her aside, taking only a moment to throw the shirt and bra off the roof before heading for Shelly.

"Debra! Claire! Help!" Shelly cried, inching backwards.

"Let's get her!" roared Claire, her face beet red from the exposure of her bottom.

The two half-dressed girls rushed at Lisa. Shelly, sensing that they would need everyone to restrain her, stopped edging backwards and rushed towards her friend, ignoring the crazed look in her eyes. The wild animal comparison now seemed more apt than ever.

Debra caught her by the left arm. Claire caught her by the right. Shelly caught her in the middle.

With a surprised gasp, Lisa toppled backwards, struggling, but firmly pinned to the ground.

"Quick, Debra, get her in a trance again!" shouted Shelly. "I'll hold her!"

Debra rolled off the feral naked girl's left arm, allowing Shelly to take her place. She fumbled through the pockets of her jeans, searching for the pocket-watch. Then she remembered that she'd stuffed it in her bra. The bra that Lisa had thrown off the roof.

Debra's eyes widened in horror. Shelly and Claire looked at her pleadingly, struggling to restrain the restless Lisa. She glanced around the roof desperately.

There! Something small and round, glinting in the moonlight. Debra rushed for it, picked it up. Her pocketwatch had fallen out in the struggle!

She scooped it up, gave it a grateful kiss, and then rushed back to Lisa. "Lisa," she said. "Please look at me now, Lisa. Focus on my voice."

Claire and Debra dutifully filled their minds with thoughts to avoid focusing on Debra's voice, but being so close, they couldn't help but overhear snatches. Debra's voice became harsher, stranger, and the words she said didn't sound English. They barely sounded human.

Lisa stopped struggling. The trance state took hold once more, and she lay motionless on the ground. An exhausted Shelly and Claire stood up from the ground, looking around at each other and at Debra.

Claire pulled at the bottom of her tank-top. Debra wrapped both arms around her bare breasts. Shelly politely looked away from both of them.

Defeated, Debra turned to Lisa. "Lisa, stand up."

As Lisa stood, she addressed Claire and Shelly. "I'm just going to undo everything."

Then, turning back to Lisa, she said, "When I clap my hands, Lisa, you will forget about the last order that I gave you the last time you were in a trance. It will be as if you were never hypnotized in the first place."

Debra clapped her hands.

Lisa blinked out of her trance. Her face clouded with confusion as she looked from the topless Debra, to the bottomless Claire, to the disheveled but still fully clothed Shelly. "What happened to you guys?" she asked. "And when are we going to try this hypnotherapy thing? I want to wear clothes again!"

Shelly embraced Lisa with a cry of joy. Shrugging to each other, Claire and Debra joined in, making a big group hug.

"I love you all as well," said Lisa, slightly taken aback. "But we should really get down to business. And Debra, Claire, as much as I appreciate the solidarity, it's really not necessary. Unless you need it for hypnotherapy or something."

Debra put a hand to her chin. "Skyclad could help," she muttered.

"Skyclad?" repeated Shelly. Her mind had started making connections. "Full moon? If you told me, you'd have to kill me? I'm starting to think there's more to this 'hypnotherapy' than you're letting on."

Claire frowned. "Yeah, Shelly's right. And those sounds you were making when you tranced her... I don't think that's something hypnotists do."

"W-what's going on?" Lisa asked.

Debra looked down at the ground. "I'm... not a hypnotist," she whispered. "I'm a witch."

"A witch?" Shelly repeated incredulously. "Now I've heard everything! Do you have a broomstick?"

Debra shot a withering glare at Shelly. "Please spare me the skeptic talk. I've already given you ample demonstration of my powers, haven't I?"

Shelly wanted to say something, but thought better of it.

"Look, I really shouldn't be telling you this," continued Debra. "But the truth is, Lisa's under the influence of a curse. I noticed it in her aura as soon as I met her. I... made up the hypnotherapy thing as an excuse to try curse-breaking. It helps that I like collecting pocket-watches."

Shelly and Claire stared at Debra in disbelief.

Lisa stamped up and down with frustration. "What are you talking about? What the hell is going on?"

"You're cursed," said Debra. "And I need to figure out how to lift it."

To be continued...

[barelin]

Excellent chapter. Looking forward to the next installment of the adventure discovery.

[Executionus]

How exciting, the cause of the problem revealed at last!

And Debra got exactly what you'd expect from somebody who tried to dispel a curse without first knowing the precise nature of the curse. If you try to dispel a curse without working within its specific framework or original wording you'll just cause the curse to retaliate instead. Curses often possess a level of instinct and awareness and don't like being screwed with. That's like Curses 101.

Also if you learn the exact wording of a curse you can often game the curse to your benefit if you're clever. Or if nothing else...transfer it to someone else instead. I'm sure Lisa can think of a few candidates from the streak day.

Either way, another fun chapter to this!