Chapter 3: 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. “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.