Chapter 4: 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 eye 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.