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 counseling going?”

Lisa had signed up for sessions with the college psychologist a few days before, following the latest failed experiment. Online sessions, with her camera still taped up.

“I’m too embarrassed to say anything about this… clothes thing,” Lisa admitted, “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… very 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 with.

“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 in logical 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 the 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, Claire and Debra. 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 wide under her balaclava. “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 step 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 deciding 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 as well,” Bethany threatened. “Maybe even pose for some pics.”

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. Have it your way, Nature Girl.”

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 very 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 selfless sacrifice, don’t we, ladies?”

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. 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 actually 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.” Screwing up her eyes, she carefully looked Lisa up and down. “Hmm. If you are who I think you are, you would have been my preferred choice anyway.”

Lisa’s face burned behind the owl mask.