BlueDragmire wrote: ↑Mon Jan 20, 2025 3:33 am
I've had a few things to take care of IRL, so probably these chapters will release bi-weekly at best.
Another reason, I find, for writing an entire story before releasing any of it.
Incidentally, we've been using the Celsius temperature scale in the UK since the sixties and I did a physics degree at university, so when you say "40 degrees" I have to mentally convert. (It actually hit 40C for the first time ever in southern England in 2022.)
SixPathsKeyblader wrote: ↑Mon Jan 20, 2025 7:08 pm
Mina has become an exhibitionist monster that doesn't make good decisions at all. She seems to be too caught up with "proving points" to everyone, and she has created more trouble for herself than necessary. The loss of her shoes was a genuine accident, but the loss of her pants, her time spent with Lucy, and even this naked jaunt through school were all unnecessary troubles that she brought upon herself with poor decision making.
We’ll just have to see how badly these decisions work out. So far just annoyed a few people.
Mina's mother woke up her nude daughter an hour early. Being a teenager, Mina did not respond well to waking before the sun had even risen. She moved groggily to have her breakfast, saying hello to her father, who nodded. He found something interesting to look outside the window, and left. Mina chuckled at the effect she could have on people, it seemed to never get old.
Being naked at home at all times seemed to have become the 'new normal' and Mina wondered how far she was going to push it. What would happen if they had ever had family over? Was she going to attend Christmas dinner naked? Let all her cousins and grandparents and aunts see everything? These thoughts made her feel funny, and that helped with the butterflies in her stomach. She really had no idea what was going to happen during the big meeting she was going to have with the Dean.
All across her school career, Mina had never once been in trouble. This uniform business had been about avoiding getting bad marks, even in something that was barely a class like gym. Unlike Dad, Mom did not look away, and stared her down, so Mina felt self-conscious. Without realizing it, she had covered her breasts with one arm while eating her cereal. “You're not going to this meeting dressed like that, Mina.”
“I know, I have a 'uniform'.”
“No, you're going in your full uniform. This has gone on far enough. It's freezing out there, it might rain later, you'll get a cold. You're wearing shoes, you're wearing a skirt, you're wearing stockings, you're wearing a jacket.”
“But Mom!”
“No, Mina. I know you're going through... I guess a phase. We have not told you to wear even underwear at home. But this is very serious for your academic career. You're coming to that meeting dressed, make it over-dressed.”
Mina sputtered a few hurried somethings that were not a sentence, not even English.
“I'm sorry, Mina. You're an adult now, you'll take responsibility for your actions, apologize if you must. You can have fun and be as naked as you want with your friends, as long as it doesn't impede your studies. Now it has.”
Mina just looked down and muttered, “...yes”, looking miserable. She did not finish her cereal, nursing it until it got soggy, and Mom poured the rest of it down the toilet. Her daughter marched herself to her room, wrapped herself in a towel without even realizing what she was doing, and took her morning shower. She gulped looking down at all the clothing she had to wear. Layers upon layers of armor, sealing herself inside. Mina felt like she had been melted down and all these stockings and bras and shoes were to mold her into her old boring self. Where she'd harden up and be stuck like that, maybe forever. Her throat tightened like she had a sob, but Mina suppressed it. She was, after all, an adult now, and there was no point crying. This was her mess and she would fix it.
A very sharply-dressed girl with straight posture got into Mom's car for ride to school. Mina stared out the window, she did not get to see any sunrise because of the lousy cold weather and rain. Just gray moody skies. Mom got coffee through a drive-thru and offered Mina a Boston Cream donut, a treat she enjoyed when she was a little kid, but Mina felt no appetite at all, so said no. Mom said to Mina, "I know I kinda started all this, and I am sorry. I don't like being so hard on you, but... I'm worried."
A very-formal girl next to her nodded, politely.
"I don't want to take away whatever makes you... you, Mina. But- Oh, we're here."
Whatever Mom had hoped to say next, not she was entirely sure what she was feeling or saying, ended because the ladies had reached the school. Mom and Mina parked at St. Ellen's and walked into the Dean's office for their meeting. The Dean was deeply pleased to see them, looking Mina up and down. Mina felt more naked than ever, like she was a piece of meat being appraised for its texture and taste, and thought she might have seen the Dean licking his lips. “Oh, Ms. Murray, you've elected to wear clothing again!” he said. Mina had nothing to cover up, but still crossed her arms over her chest as she sat down, feeling exposed, feeling humiliated.
Really Mina just wanted this whole thing to be over. She considered closing her eyes and covering her ears, but sat straight up and looked solidly at a bronze plaque just behind the Dean's head, celebrating some award or another the Academy had achieved.
The Dean began, “Mrs. and Ms. Murray, it is my understanding that all this... uniform business began with a series of small accidents. Mina here forgot her shoes during one gym class, then ruined her skirt during another. It was unfortunate that she lost parts of her uniform, and she was actually resourceful to adjust under the circumstances. That's why we're willing to let all of this go.”
Mina's mother answered for her. “I brought her fully dressed, that was exactly my thought as well. That we just reset all this business and try to go back to normal.”
The Dean nodded, but clearly had a speech prepared and was a man who seemed to enjoy hearing himself talk, so continued. “However, yesterday's events were beyond any explanation. Mina, and Ms. Westinghouse, whose part in all of this, I assure you, has not gone unobserved, flaunted our swimsuit policies on a technicality – which will be rewritten for next trimester. Then, by accident or not, Mina's actions and attitude have given us leave to question it, she lost her male swimsuit, and walked completely naked through our halls.”
Mina burst out, “But Mrs. White made me! She led me here!”
The Dean again was not to be stopped. “Yes, that was by the directive of our athletics instructor, Mrs. White, which is why, Mina, you are not on Academic Probation right now. But all of this has brought the loopholes in the St. Ellen's uniform policies to light, since our... flexibility was taken to a great extreme. Again, by next trimester, we will have that policy re-written, and very far greater clarity. Once again, every student will be dressed, may I say, correctly, properly. In a manner that our namesake, Saint Ellen of Trier would approve of. No more short skirts, no more T-shirts, no more boys or girls reconsidering their gender one way or another, we'll even have a set of correct haircuts.”
Mina sat aghast, this was all going too far.
“I really must thank you, Ms. Murray. Your... creativity helped, well" the Dean grunted since the next word might have been inappropriate under the circumstances. "...expose the problems of our guidelines and I had been hoping to fix this for years now. Which is also why I am tearing up this one-day suspension I had written here.” The Dean ripped in half a formal-looking pink note on a very thick piece of paper stock. “You're a smart girl, you knew what you were doing was wrong. And you corrected your mistake. You look lovely in our uniform. You should model for our brochures, you're the very standard of what I hope will be a future of St. Ellen's conformity.”
Mom took Mina's hand, seeing her daughter in a lot of distress. Mom looked at Mina and saw her struggling, holding back tears. “So, if I'm to understand this correct, the issue isn't that Mina was undressed, just the manner in which she was?”
The Dean looked at her strangely. "What are you getting at, ma'am?"
Mom continued, “Well, as you said, this all started with a series of accidents. So really the problem is not that Mina was naked, just that she did not have a good enough excuse.”
The Dean was looking to take back control of this and started saying some words that neither Murray woman listened to. Mom turned to Mina and looked her dead in the eye, as if to ask 'is this what you want?', and Mina smiled and nodded.
Mom pulled the cap off the coffee she had been sipping through the entire meeting, only partially drunk. She stood up, looking like she was going to shake the Dean's hand, then pretended to slip. “Oh my goodness!” she yelled woodenly, she was not a great actress, while falling, she threw an arm back, making sure to spill the coffee all over her daughter, covering her uniform top to bottom. Mina was splashed in the face and felt the milky liquid soak her all the way down to her underwear. “Oh no, Mina, take those clothes off right now before that coffee burns you!” Mina was laughing, since the coffee was only lukewarm.
Match her mom's very fake delivery, Mina joined in. “Oh yes, Mom, this uniform is totally ruined. I'll have to take it off right now.” Mina said this in between fits of laughter. Neither lady cared over the padded chair that was stained, or the expensive-looking maroon carpet that was also drinking up coffee. Mina quickly and happily undressed, pulling off her coffee-logged blouse and bra. Her skirt was heavy with liquid as well, so she unzipped it. She kicked off her shoes. And she peeled off her stockings with great difficulty, since they were now very sticky. Her panties actually were mostly dry, but before the Dean could notice, Mina pulled them down to her ankles, right into the puddle of wet clothes. “It's in my hair and everything, Mom, you're so clumsy, I'll need a shower stat.”
“And there's no time to get her home today, she'll have to shower in the locker room.” Said Mom, now smiling and laughing a bit. “Unless she'd miss her morning classes, I guess she has to attend them naked.”
“But I'd be out of uniform, Mom! Unless...”
The Dean was furious, turning completely red. “No, no no no! You will not make a mockery of this Academy!” Was all he could say.
“Yeah, I guess naked is your uniform now, Mina. We have no choice. That's the rules here. Here, go clean yourself up, I'll wrap things up with the Dean.”
A naked Mina, not caring that she was getting coffee stained in her Mom's blouse, gave her mother a big hug. Then she jogged out of the office, totally shameless that anybody could see, laughing at her freedom, enjoying the sound of her bare feet slapping against the hallways. She jogged right past several early bird students, saying good morning to all of them. She jogged past Mrs. White, who yelled several curses when she saw Mina and her pale flesh.
“Oh, hi, Mrs. White. I had a bit of an accident, got my clothes ruined. The Dean knows. I'll see you later for swim class. ...Probably won't be wearing much for it.” Mina undid her ponytail and walked past the gym teacher, who was as stunned into incoherence as the Dean. The eighteen-year-old whistled a happy tune as she showered, feeling like today was going to be a very lovely naked day.
I can't help but wonder if public nudity is legal in this story. I can understand it being allowed at school, and of course she can be naked in homes. If it is legal in public however, then I think that Mina is basically about to become a self imposed permanude. She no longer wears clothes at home, and now she no longer wears clothes at school either. Now, all that's left is to verify whether or not she can go naked everywhere else.
I'm probably going to abandon the "one day, one chapter" structure as this moves forward since I'll be needing time skips to keep the story moving. For now, I split up Day 10 into two chapters:
Day 10-2
Mina's day was remarkably normal considering how clearly unusual all of this way. Here she was, completely tits-out naked, with everybody seeing everything, in the middle of her classes, and despite a lot of awkward glances from boys being very sweaty about the whole thing, everybody had to just act like this was another day of school. The only annoying thing was the loss of her blouse pockets, so Mina had to keep her phone in her backpack. The lessons continued, Mina had a Calculus test she felt she aced. She took lunch with Sophia, whose jaw seemed like it would not drop off the floor. She got to be the first girl ready for gym class, another day of swimming, thanks to having nothing to take off or put on. Mina walked into the locker room and realized "oh wait, I'm already 'wearing' my bathing suit, aren't I?"
Even Lucy had nothing to say. Laura commented “some people think they can just get naked and that'll be their entire personality”, but Lucy did not join in the ribbing. She looked a little seasick, and left in the middle of gym.
Chuckling to Sophia, Mina said “I bet I know what's bothering her. Some people just can't handle a nude body.”
It was time for history class, led by Ms. Pulaski, Mina's partner in crime in many ways, who was the other big story of the day. Mina had hoped Ms. Pulaski would approve, hoped more so that he favorite teacher would join in on the nudity. Ms. Pulaski had done so with lot of showmanship during her first period class. Rumor was she had effectively done a whole strip tease of what remained of her clothing. Since then, she had opened every class by wearing a big coat, then dramatically pulling it off to reveal bare skin underneath. “Well, let us get this over with”, said the teacher to Mina's sixth period history, ripping open her coat, revealing tiny nipples, a navel ring, and very bushy but Mina felt, stylish, privates. Mina felt a little out-done, since her own breasts were smaller, her nipples a bit larger and pointier, and she lacked any adornments.
“You have a prettier vulva though”, whispered Sophia, trying to be supportive. It sounded weird, however, and both Mina and Sophia blushed.
Ms. Pulaski announced that she was going to deviate from the standard lesson plan, which was going to be on the Progressive Era. “But frankly, that's all a bit dull and I might just cover the Suffragists and then skip us straight to World War I, I dunno.”, she was a much funnier and looser teacher sans clothing. Previously Ms. Pulaski had struggled to keep her classes in order and had a deer in the headlights demeanor when students got rowdy. Now she had everybody's rapt attention. “Instead, class, I thought considering today's... dramatic reveals, let's call them”, Ms. Pulaski gestured to her boobs, making a visual joke. “I want to tell you all the story of this Academy's namesake, St. Ellen of Trier, or as she was called in the original English and French legends, St. Elayne of Trèves.”
“This was a Catholic Academy back in its original founding, but that changed many decades ago, well before I was a student here a decade ago. We kept St. Ellen's name, as you know, since she was felt to be a symbol of forthrightness and courage. However, let me show you students something. You see our school crest here:”
Ms. Pulaski pulled up on the projection screen the St. Ellen's Academy crest, a black, maroon, and white symbol with Latin words beneath it. Inside the crest was four quadrants, one showing scales, one showing three flutes, a cross with curls at the ends, and finally, in the top left, was a young woman in hood, kneeling down in prayer in silhouette.
“You see here, St. Ellen looks like any other virginal Saint. Could be the Madonna herself. Now let me show you the statue of St. Elayne that is currently in Trier, Germany. She's the figure center from the right.”
With a click, the projection jumped over to the next image. There were several marble saints in robes carved on either side of a huge doorway to a Cathedral, all holding various staffs and looking very saintly. But in the middle, right next to the door, was a nude woman, holding one arm over her chest, and over her privates, holding what appeared to be a bundle of plants.
“I can show you several other statues and icons of St. Ellen, and you'll see something in common.” Ms. Pulaski clicked through five or six statues quickly, all showing the same nude woman, sometimes her breasts bare, sometimes covered by her long hair, always holding a bundle of wheat over her crotch. “It is only in the United States, where we're all a bit more fearful of female nudity, that St. Ellen was given this simple robe covering. Such as on our school crest. How many of you even know the story of St. Ellen?”
There were collective murmurs. Mina did not know either, but was feeling thrilled at the direction the class was going.
“St. Elayne, so goes the legends, if she ever existed, was born in the 600s in the Frankish Kingdom, that was after the Roman Empire. It was during a raid by the barbarian Saxons that she first heard the word of God. She had been traveling with her mother to Paris on some business, they were noblewomen, of course. Peasants back then would largely never left their home villages. When the Saxons sacked a local town, they set a terrible fire. St. Elayne was fleeing with the other women and children, when suddenly she heard Christ call out to her. He told her to stop running, to instead go the other way, and break into a burning barn.”
“St. Elayne fought with her mother, who had tears down her face, begging her one child not to go back into danger. Her mother knew what might happen if the Saxons got her. Elayne kept walking, calmly, saying, 'look mother, the Cross is above that barn, God calls for me'. The mother was pulled away by some men, and St. Elayne kept walking forward. Even while the barn was ablaze, she stepped inside. Even as the first burnt away her clothing, she continued. There she found seven children, including, so the legends say, a Prince of Frankia, who would one day become King. St. Elayne, by a miracle, was made completely invulnerable from the fire, and led the children away to safety.”
“As you can see by the iconography, Elayne was left completely naked. But otherwise, she was unharmed. All the children were saved. And the Saxons, so terrified by this act of God, fled, and repented their sins, converting to Christianity on the spot. St. Elayne went the rest of her days unclothed as God told her to keep her skin bare as a symbol for this day's miracle. She lived in a monastery nearby the town. But once a year, she would visit the villagers, still bare head to toe, and would bless the sick or the visiting nobility, including, it is said, the King she had saved.”
"The other legend is that an angry bishop forced St. Elayne to dress, feeling it was unclean for a woman, even a holy one, to go naked. He forced her into a nun's habit. God showed his displeasure by killing the crops of the local area. St. Elayne's second great miracle was to pray for God to forgive the people, stripping off her habit. She walked nude row by row through the wheat. And the people were saved. Thus the little bush our saint has between her legs." Ms. Pulaski chuckled at her own pun.
The class were left quiet by the story and the storyteller, as nude as the saint. “So in truth, I am honoring this Academy's namesake with my nudity. And so is Mina, who had no idea, I'm sure. I don't think we'll ever work any miracles, but in spite of what any conservative teacher or Dean might tell you, this is no mockery of St. Ellen.”
Laura chose this moment to be the Lucy, since Lucy herself was out “sick”. She did a perfect impression of her partner's wholesome innocent yet obnoxious voice. “So, Ms. Pulaski, is this Elayne a saint or a slut? Baring her tits to a king, rubbing wheat on her hooha?”
Ms. Pulaski actually smiled. “Well, Laura, you've picked a great point. The contraction is at the heart of this figure. She's chaste but an exhibitionist. You can compare her story to the more famous legend of Lady Godiva, the Anglo-Saxon noblewoman who according to legend, rode around naked to protest taxation. And she's be hardly the only holy woman who titillates us as much as she inspires. They make boob-shaped desserts with a cherry nipple in Sicily to commemorate St. Agatha.”
That concluded the lecture. Mina got a big wink from her teacher as she walked away, not a single thread between them. She wrapped up her day but felt she had to see Ms. Pulaski after classes. It had only taken a week and a half to go all the way with this naked business, and Mina wanted a bit of guidance. This nudist high would run out eventually, either she'd go back to normal or being naked would become the new normal.
Mina stepped into Ms. Pulaski's office without knocking and was greeting to the sight of her teacher hunched over with her tippy toes standing on her office chair, knees bent, just going to town on herself with two fingers. She had a stocking in her mouth to keep her moaning quiet. “Oh god, Ms. Pulaski, I had no idea-”
A very red-faced history teacher, huffing and puffing, said “Oh god, Mina, you shouldn't have seen-”
Then it hit Mina. “Seen what? You rubbing one out? It isn't like I don't do it too. Hard not to considering the circumstance.” Ms. Pulaski sat her legs down, one at a time, with a lot of shaky difficulty. “Oh no, I'm sorry to have barged in, that seems like it was going to be a good one.”
The naked teacher wiped her fingers with a tissue, that she also applied between her legs. “Mina, I'm still your teacher and clothing or not, there are boundaries here. I've just had... an exciting day, let's say. You won't mention this to anybody, will you?”
“You're my favorite teacher, Ms. Pulaski, why would I ever want you in trouble? We're basically the naked sisterhood of St. Ellen now, you and me. We'll stick together.”
Mina finally got to her point. Which was, a matter of, 'getting dressing'. She wanted Ms. Pulaski's advice on what to wear tomorrow. They both agreed that bare nothingness would get a bit stale after awhile, even a naked girl had to accessorize. A black scarf might fit the St. Ellen's school pride a bit more than pale flesh. They considered stockings but that felt that was much like actual clothing, even if they covered nothing 'important'. That's when Ms. Pulaski pulled out two items from her drawer.
“Here, this necklace is an authentic St. Ellen icon, with our fire-proof gal totally naked. You should wear this around your neck, to show school spirit.” Mina put it on and felt the tiny black statuette of the naked nun hanging between her breasts.
“Really leads the eye to my chest, doesn't it?” And they both laughed.
Then Ms. Pulaski showed the other item. A black garter belt, made of lacy lingerie material. “I have two, but I can spare one. It even comes with a pocket so a modern naked woman has somewhere to store her cell phone. Not something St. Ellen had to worry about.”
Mina actually liked the asymmetrical look of just one garter belt, pulled high up her thigh. Feeling ever more confident, she gave her teacher a big hug, trying to be as chaste and saintly as she could about the breast on breast contact. Ms. Pulaski was her teacher after all. Skipping her way to the parking lot, Mina posed a bit for her Mom, who gave a very supportive smile.
“Just when are you going to wear clothes again, sweetie?” asked Mom, with her mouth smiling but her eyes worried.
“I don't know. Maybe whenever I need something to take off again.”, said Mina, feeling philosophical. "Now, Mom, we need to talk about this naked at work wager..."
SixPathsKeyblader wrote: ↑Mon Jan 20, 2025 7:08 pm
Mina has become an exhibitionist monster that doesn't make good decisions at all. She seems to be too caught up with "proving points" to everyone, and she has created more trouble for herself than necessary. The loss of her shoes was a genuine accident, but the loss of her pants, her time spent with Lucy, and even this naked jaunt through school were all unnecessary troubles that she brought upon herself with poor decision making.
There's two answers to this.
First, never underestimate the power of horny to make bad decisions.
Second is Bellisario's Maxim: "Don't examine this too closely". It's an erotic story, it doesn't have to make sense outside its context.
Actually we're getting close to the end of this story as I imagine it. I'm thinking of wrapping up Mina's tale to tell a different one soon. There's a few changes I wish I had made early on. But next tale will be a very different thing, might come back to this general frame work in a different way.
Also, I need to give Mina's mom a name since she's increasingly a POV here.
Day 11
“You know, you should do it”, said Mina's father, Jay, kissing Mina's mother, Jessica, on the neck, as they fooled around while their daughter, they believed was asleep. “It would be hot, just show up tomorrow naked.”
Jessica Murray squealed and squirmed, thinking about all her coworkers staring at... well, everything. She had to admit, there was a tickling feeling between her legs, which felt all the stronger when her husband worked his fingers. He also tickled her a bit under the ribs, which got her laughing. "Stop that!", so Jay went to work downstairs again. She let out a moan, louder than she anticipated. If Mina were up, she might hear her. Not that Jessica hadn't heard Mina moaning by herself a few nights. She really had unleashed a monster with her comment about not being ashamed, Mina was so pent up and so frigid. The girl seemed to be making up for lost time with her now, seemingly permanently naked body.
“I- I can't.” Jessica said back. “They'd fire me in a second.”
“Your HR doesn't let you off for a silly dare? I'm sure that's in all the company guidelines.” Jessica giggled at that, and soon was stripping off her nightgown.
“So this is how I need to work now? This is my uniform, huh, Mr. Boss Man?”, she said, naked as their daughter. Then she pounced on Jay, aiming to work all of this out of her system before the morning.
...
Mina awoke in the morning feeling refreshed, today she was not going to wear a single thing besides her garter belt, necklace, and black scarf. Tits-out, ass-out, pussy-out, but at least she'd be a little more formal for school, versus her current “casual wear” which was nothing at all. She really wanted to talk to Lucy, who had not answered her texts, or a few pictures she had sent. It felt like going this far had finally scared the bully off, and Mina felt a twinge of sadness about that. She had won the “game”, but at what cost?
However, no matter how chipper Mina felt, it was no comparison to the energy Mom had this morning. Mina had a little theory as to what it might be, Dad seemed to be in a good mood as well. 'Good for them', she thought, as weird as it was to think about her parents having sex. Mina felt like teasing and again, went for the wager.
“So, Mom, you got dressed this morning, but you'll just have to take that all off if you're going to live up to our bet.”
Mom smiled back, “There was no bet, I just made a joke. Just like the one I made about you going to school naked in the first place. Mina, you just take everything too literally and well, by the sight of things, too far.”
Mina felt like that was a green light to again, push things. “How about you just try it? Take a few baby steps.” Mina straightened her face. “Mom, take off your shoes. Go barefoot.”
Jessica put up a tough front and found herself being chased a little around the house by her daughter, who was as naked as the day Jessica birthed her. At some point Mina looked ready to jump on top of her, to pull the casual flats off by force. “Mom, we can compromise. Keep the shoes, but I'll just take your shirt.” Mina started tickling her Mom, right below the ribs where she always was weak just like when Dad did it. Only Mina was a little bit more innocent about this than her father had been the night before, not that she could have known those details.
“Nooo”, cried her Mom, laughing. “Okay, okay, okay, stop, Mina. I'll pee my pants, let me go. Here, they're off.” Mom kicked off shoes, leaving them in the middle of the living room rug. “But if I get in trouble at work, you're back to wearing shoes at school too, Missy.”
“Hey, no fair!” Mina grabbed her bare toes, protecting them from the peril of footwear.
…
Jessica had never driven her car barefoot before. She had to adjust the seat a bit, since her feet had less reach onto the peddles. It would be quite a story if she wrecked her SUV because her little toes could not fully press onto the brakes. Mina sat next to her, oblivious to this, having not shown much interest in learning to drive a car. They drove through the rainy morning, another nasty late-fall day. Mina would be absolutely soaked just walking to school from the curb, not that it much mattered.
“Mom, can you turn up the heat a bit? I'm a little naked here.”
Jessica gloated a bit under her comfy coat. “No, Mina, you and your pointy nipples have to suffer until you get this whole naked business sorted out.”
Mina arrived at St. Ellen's, running through the rain. It was her first day she would not be wearing a single thing the entire time. And probably not her last.
…
At work, Jessica parked her car some distance away from the office. It was going to be a very wet walk with her bare toes. At least she didn't need to worry about getting her shoes water-logged in puddles. But still, she had to avoid grass to not get mud on her toes. “Damn, Mina, talking me into such nonsense. Tomorrow I'll wear boots.” Jessica found herself wiping her bare feet on the rugs inside the building. Not much of a chance her shoes would squeak when went on the linoleum.
“Just be normal, act natural.” Jessica kept muttering to herself. “Nobody has noticed, and nobody has said a thing. They're just feet.”
Once at her cubicle, Jessica could hide her lack of footwear under the desk. She resolved to hide there all day if need be, maybe eat lunch here. She thought she'd die if anybody said anything. Jessica imagined her boss getting furious, and for some reason, demanding she take off all her clothes. Jessica cowered in her fantasy and her boss had turned into her husband at some point, now parading her around the office. Everybody staring.
Jessica's toes curled a bit at that thought. She clapped her thighs shut, and slapped herself in the face, back to the focusing on work.
...
Nobody did say a thing to Jessica Murray until lunch time.
Carla, Jessica's 'friend', if work buddies really can be called that, they were mostly acquaintances, sat next to her. “So, Jess, I heard some crazy rumor...”
Jessica immediately thought she'd die a thousand deaths. She reflexively pulled her naked feet back under the chair. “...What kind of rumor?”
“Is it true your daughter stopped wearing clothes? She goes to that rich kid school bare-assed?”
“Uhhhh... well... Mina is... how do I put this...” Jessica blushed a lot. “She's going through a phase. I think.”
“And you're letting this happen?? That's nuts! Every boy can see and everything.”
“Oh, Mina doesn't like boys, turns out.” Jessica blurted out, saying more than she intended.
“And you're not stopping this?”
Remembering yesterday and their very bold statement against the Dean, Jessica again, had to be frank. “Well... I might have enabled her slightly... She's stubborn, doesn't like to lose.”
Carla had to lean in more. “I mean, I guess it is a little hot. She really doesn't care what anybody thinks?”
Jessica leaned in too. “No, she definitely cares. She just... likes the attention. It's all a little punk. She's never been, cool, before, you know?”
Carla looked down. “I think she's rubbing off a bit on mama here. You know everybody is wondering why you didn't wear shoes today.”
Jessica turned bright red and thought about running away right there and then. “Oh my god, everybody is talking??”
“Oh yeah, everybody. We've never had a nudist at the office before, it's big news.”
“I'm not a nudist!” Jessica yelled, a little too loud. Protesting just a bit too much.
…
Meanwhile, at lunch Mina was still proselytizing the nude life. “Sophia, just try it! You haven't lived until you've skinny dipped!”
Sophia had been making excuses for ten minutes now. “So I haven't lived, I'm 18, nobody at 18 has lived anything yet. Mina, please. Stop pushing your lifestyle on everybody.”
“I'm not pushing any lifestyle. Just it'll be fun to see Mrs. White's face. Plus, that boy you like will see.”
"Do you even know his name, Mina?"
Mina shook her head. Other than Kevin she really had no time for boys at all. They were so easy, their wieners were so silly. Mina could get their attention with just a single bare feet, she didn't need to bare it all. Lucy was the attention she needed.
Sophia sighed. “Just because you flirt with Lucy by showing your pussy to the world doesn't mean I have to.”
“Yeah, and it isn't working anymore.”, said Mina, dejected. Looking honestly sad.
“Hey, you have Ms. Pulaski showing off everything. She's like a full-blown wanton nudist now thanks to you, did you hear she's going to sell off all her clothes this weekend?”
Mina perked up a bit at that. “Wait, all of them?”
“Yeah, committing 100%. Everything must go sale, she told her classes.”
Mina had to sit back and admire that step, for once somebody was even bolder than she was. “Wow, I don't think I'm ready.”
Sophia looked at her strangely. “Mina, you don't wear clothes at home, right?”
“Not really anymore, no.”
“And you don't wear them at school?”
“Definitely not. Never again.”
“So like... when are you going to wear clothes again? Aren't you just as committed?”
“I mean... I gotta keep some things for like... a special occasion or something...” Mina sat there, really not sure of herself for once. “How am I gonna get a job or go out in public?”
Sophia looked confused. “Clothes or lack thereof never stopped you before, Mina. I believe you can go do anything you want, showing tits, ass, puss, everything if you want.”
“Can one of those things be convincing you to swim naked with me?”
“Goddammit, Mina. No.”
Mina gave a big puppy dog sad face.
“Well... maybe for a minute. If the teacher isn't looking... I can try... But I get in trouble, I'm wearing a hijab tomorrow.”
