By Molly McMann
Jamie woke alone in Caitlin’s room the next morning and stared at the unfamiliar ceiling long enough to realize that the astonishing events of the previous day had not, in fact, just been a dream.
As always, she woke with a substantial morning erection. However, she had never slept naked before, nor had she ever looked at herself naked in a full-length mirror as she was doing now. It was her body, her face, her eyes. She knew she had not changed physically, and yet somehow she had been transformed.
And she thought of Sam, remembering the contours of her athletic body barely covered by the loose basketball jersey. These thoughts only made Jamie’s penis more erect, but she also had to pee. The bathroom was way down the hall and her only article of clothing was in Sam’s room. Jamie really needed her erection to go away, but it gave no indication of doing so. She peeked out the door into the empty hallway, but she had to pee so badly she no longer had a choice. Making sure the door was unlocked, she slipped out, one hand over her erection and dashed down the long hallway.
Fortunately, the restroom was empty. It had rows of showers, sinks and mirrors, and even had urinals in order to give university administrators the flexibility to move the boys’ and girls’ dorms around from year to year. Jamie had never used a urinal before, but quickly decided that it had logistically advantages. As she relieved herself with a sigh, her penis gradually softened and dropped down to a manageable angle.
A few minutes later, she was knocking at Sam’s door. “It’s Jamie,” she called through the door. “I need my dress to go take my test.” If Sam was in there she was sleeping too soundly to hear.
Jamie decided to take her shower and then try again afterwards, so she went back to her room to get her now-necessary products. After showering, drying her hair and putting on her blush and lipstick, Jamie stood outside Sam’s door knocking again to no avail. She went and put on her sandals and got her purse so she would be all ready except for the dress.
While knocking on Sam’s door for the umpteenth time, Jamie finally heard a voice, but it was not coming from Sam’s room. A blonde girl came running around the corner of the hallway and it took Jamie a moment to realize it was Caitlin, now fully dressed.
“Jamie!” Caitlin exclaimed. “I’m so glad I caught you. I’m leaving and I wanted to say goodbye to you and Sam — and to introduce you to my parents.”
Caitlin began pounding on Sam’s door as two adults came around the corner and approached. Jamie wanted to run back to her room, but Caitlin grabbed her arm and began introducing her. Caitlin’s parents were clearly surprised by Jamie, yet they smiled and claimed to be pleased to meet her. “I wanted you to meet Jamie,” Caitlin told them, “because she’s one of those girls I told you about who go places naked.” She winked at Jamie. “Gosh, I was thinking maybe I could try that sometime.”
Before Caitlin’s parents could react to this revelation, Sam finally emerged, bleary-eyed and still wearing last night’s skimpy basketball jersey. More introductions ensued, allowing Jamie to edge backwards and hide behind Sam. Soon Caitlin and her parents were departing down the hallway, Caitlin calling back tearful goodbyes as she disappeared around the corner.
Jamie followed Sam back into the room. “I have to go take one of those tests this morning,” she explained. “So I need to take—so I wanted to ask you if I could please have my dress to go do that?”
“Yes, since you asked so nicely,” Sam said, and Jamie started to reach for her dress. As she did so, Sam casually pulled the basketball jersey over her head and tossed it aside. Now completely nude, she said, “but do you have time before that to sit and chat for a bit?”
Jamie actually had very little time, but she would miss a hundred tests for this moment. Sam’s taut, muscular body was evenly tanned all over. Her breasts, though not especially large, were still twice the size of Jamie’s and the right one was now bouncing steadily as Sam brushed her teeth at the little sink.
Sam gestured for her to sit in the big upholstered chair, and Jamie obeyed, watching in abject enchantment as Sam rinsed her mouth and spit into the sink. “Scootch over,” Sam said, walking back toward her. “That chair’s big enough for two.”
Jamie instantly made room and Sam squeezed in next to her. The old chair was just barely big enough, so Sam put her arm around Jamie and rested her hand on Jamie’s shoulder. “Well, this is cozy,” she said. “Are you comfortable?”
“Oh, yes,” Jamie agreed, eagerly. Their faces were only inches apart and as Sam situated herself one of her breasts jostled against Jamie’s.
“You have such perfect skin,” Sam said, looking down at Jamie’s body. “And I love your sweet, pink nipples.” Though it had been behaving itself up to that point, Jamie’s penis could not ignore this last remark and began to stand up.
Jamie started to cover herself, but Sam stopped her. “It’s okay, sweetie,” she cooed, her lips now near Jamie’s ear. “There’s only you and me here, so why don’t we relax and let things happen however they happen, okay?” Sam’s hand was on the back of Jamie’s head and she slowly brought their faces closer together. Jamie’s heart fluttered as she realized they were about to kiss. She closed her eyes awaiting it, but then they both heard voices calling Sam’s name and multiple running footsteps coming down the hall.
“Shit,” Sam muttered and stood up. She scooped up her jersey and slipped it over her head as someone began pounding on Sam’s door and the doorknob turned.
Jamie clasped both hands over her erection as three girls tumbled into the room to tell Sam how much they would miss her. While they were focused on Sam, Jamie kept one hand over her erection as she climbed out of the chair. She grabbed her dress and turned her back to them so she could use both hands to put on the dress. Even with it on, Jamie couldn’t take her hand away from her midsection or else her very erect penis would push her dress out like a tent pole. Pressing her purse against it, Jamie edged past the cluster of chattering girls in the doorway and fled.
Despite the delay in Sam’s room, Jamie was only a few minutes late for her test on History of the United Queendom, which was one of her favorite topics. She knew everything about the queens from ancient times to the Revolutionary Period, in which Queen Marta was overthrown, to the Restoration in which a democratic monarchy was established and every queen thereafter had been chosen by a referendum of the people.
However, Jamie’s knowledge of modern U.Q. history was scant. Luckily, the modern-era section of the test offered her several topics from which to choose to write a single essay. Skimming over the choices, Jamie found at least one question she knew something about – how contemporary High Court’s ruling had interpreted the Constitution beyond what the founding mothers may have explicitly intended 350 years earlier.
In her essay, Jamie wrote about the First Amendment of the Constitution which spelled out the legal protections of women. The Amendment helped eradicate the ancient crime of rape, which is what the founding mothers intended. However, in modern times its guarantee that a woman “shall be considered inviolate in her person regardless of attire” had been successfully used to challenge public nudity laws. The High Court ruled that women indeed had a constitutional right to be naked.
Of course, the only reason Jamie knew about this was because the Gated In school used it as an example of the wicked liberalness of the outside world. From what she’d been taught, Jamie half-expected to see naked women everywhere, but in practice nudity was only common at beaches, swimming pools and outdoor music concerts.
After the history test, Jamie had 10 minutes to get to the next test and she was hurrying through a little courtyard between two buildings when she ran into Sam, Lisa and Jenna.
“Hey!” she called happily, assuming this was just a nice coincidence.
“We thought we’d find you around here,” said Sam, now dressed in bluejean cutoffs and a bikini top. “You violated my rule, Jamie. You put your dress on without asking for my permission, and you did it right there in my room instead of leaving the floor first as I explicitly instructed. That’s two violations.”
“Uh-oh,” Jamie replied, now feeling confident enough to flirt back. “Is there a penalty for this offence?”
“As a matter of fact, there is,” Sam replied, putting her hands again on Jamie’s nearly-bare shoulders, She quickly unzipped the dress as she’d done before and started pushing the straps off Jamie’s shoulders.
“Sam!” Jamie squealed, clutching her hands to her chest to keep the dress from falling. “I have another test in a few minutes.”
“Yes, I know,” Sam said, “and your punishment is to go to it naked. Now move your hands please.
Although Jamie kept saying, “please don’t, Sam!” she did not resist as Sam pulled Jamie’s hands away from her chest and the dress slid partway off, the string straps catching at her elbows. “Please, Sam. If you take my dress I’ll have to walk all the way back to the dorm naked. That’ll be so embarrassing!”
“Yes, that’s the idea,” Sam said, taking Jamie’s purse from her hands. “Now lower your arms please. “
For reasons she could not have explained, Jamie obeyed, straightening her arms at her sides until the dress slipped all the way off and made a yellow pool around her ankles. And when Sam instructed her to lift one foot and then the other to step out of the dress, Jamie obeyed.
“I think we should take the sandals too, don’t you think, girls,” Sam asked Lisa and Jenna.
“Absolutely,” Jenna said, “since there were two rule violations.”
Again, although she continued to plead verbally, Jamie did as she was instructed, lifting first one foot and then the other to allow Sam to slip off the sandals. Sam opened Jamie’s little red purse, removed the dorm room key and gave the purse back to Jamie.
“Don’t worry about these,” Sam said, holding up the dress and sandals. “We’ll lock them up safe in your room. Just come looking for me to get your key. Now you’d better hurry or you’ll be late for that test.”
And with that, Sam turned on her heels and marched quickly away followed as always by Lisa and Jenna.
As the three disappeared around the corner the spell that had immobilized Jamie was lifted and she looked down at herself in shock She was naked and barefoot — and she was late for her test.
“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” Jamie said to herself as she held her purse under her arm and started to run, her penis flopping and her little breasts jiggling for anyone to see. Other students stopped whatever they were doing to watch her go by and she heard someone yell “you go, girl!”
Dashing headlong through the doors of the math building, Jamie very much surprised the graduate student staffing the Mathematics Department information desk.
Standing at the counter, Jamie tried her best to pretend she was not naked as she explained that she had come to take the Freshman Algebra placement test. The freckled, red-haired grad student grinned and said to Jamie’s perky little breasts, “so nice to meet you. I’m Molly.” She raised her eyes to take in Jamie’s cover girl face, which was almost as nice to look at as her breasts. “Okay, since you’re the only one taking the test I’ll get you set up in an empty classroom and you can get started.”
Jamie was relieved that she would be alone in the classroom, though Molly seem to be doing enough ogling on her own to make up for it – especially when she came around the counter and saw what was dangling between Jamie’s legs. “I am so glad I came to work today,” Molly said to no one in particular as she led Jamie into a old-fashioned classroom with tiered wooden seats. She gave Jamie the test materials and explained them as she stared the entire time at Jamie’s penis. “Okay, then, I’ll leave you alone with your . . . your test, and I’ll be back in to look at you—I mean look in on you in 40 minutes, okay?”
Jamie nodded and was relieved when she was finally alone, though as embarrassed as the redhead made her feel, Jamie was also flattered by Molly’s reaction. She had almost persuaded herself that the girls last night had just been being nice to her, but Molly had no reason to be anything but honest.
Algebra was one of Jamie’s easiest subjects and she breezed through the test. However, not needing to concentrate on the test allowed her mind to wander from Molly to Sam and to what had almost happened in Sam’s room when both of them were naked and came so close to kissing. Jamie wanted to hurry through the test so she could run back to the dorm (probably literally) and get back in Sam’s room. And they would kiss and Sam would be naked again too, her muscular arms wrapped around Jamie.
These thoughts started giving Jamie an erection and she tried to stop it, pushing down on her penis and desperately thinking of algebraic equations. But it was too late and her willful penis stood up straight. If she’d had a few more minutes, Jamie might have subdued it, but just then the door opened and Molly walked in announcing, “time’s up.”
Jamie’s purse was out of reach under her seat so she instinctively covered herself with the only thing handy – the test itself – but that’s exactly what Molly, now standing next to her, had come to collect. Unable to do anything else, Jamie handed over the test with one hand while trying unsuccessfully to cover herself with the other.
“Woah,” Molly grinned. “You must totally like Algebra!”
Molly’s directness somehow made Jamie laugh. “I can’t . . . control it very well. Could I hide out in here until it goes away?”
“Not a good idea, honey. There’s gonna be a bunch of people coming in here for a final in just a few minutes.”
As if on cue, the door opened and two girls and a guy came in to take their seats. They noticed Jamie but could only see her above the waist. Jamie grabbed her purse from under the seat and hurried to the door, holding her purse sideways and pressing it against her penis.
When she was almost at the door, it opened again and six or seven people came filing in. Jamie had no choice but to stand there waiting for them while trying to cover herself with her purse. She was not entirely successful and everyone watched as she fled from the room and ran down the hallway to the ladies’ room where she hid in a stall for 20 minutes until her erection finally went down.
But now Jamie faced another challenge — she had to walk back to the dorm naked. She slipped out of the restroom into a mercifully empty hallway and padded on bare feet to the nearest door.
Outside, the sun felt surprisingly nice on Jamie’s bare skin. Had she been on some private deck or backyard she might have allowed herself to enjoy it, but this was most definitely not a private place.
She started to walk. A few people saw her, and stopped to watch her but no one said anything and Jamie walked on. She had little choice but to cross an open plaza where more people saw her. But other than a couple whistles no one bothered her, and Jamie gained a modicum of confidence that she might make it without having to run or dive into rose bushes.
The last stretch was the most crowded, but Jamie walked through it trying to act as if she did this every day. She could feel her penis bobbling around between her thighs and she looked down at her white breasts so exposed in the sun. To get to the dorm she had to walk down a narrow sidewalk with people coming toward her going the other way. She could see their faces as they first noticed her. It was always a two-part reaction. First they noticed she was naked, and then they noticed she was a herm. But no one reacted negatively. In fact, virtually everyone smiled, and those who looked shocked seemed to be shocked in a delighted way. It was . . . surreal, both because she was naked at all, and also because of the way people reacted to her. Perhaps for the first time Jamie was beginning to believe she might not be a hideous freak after all.
Finally she was at the dorm and hurried to Sam’s room. She most definitely wanted her dress back, but she’d be glad to stay naked longer if it could be in the privacy of Sam’s room.
Sam’s door was closed and there was a piece of notebook paper taped to it saying “Jamie – meet me at Gillian’s.”
Gillian’s? Jamie did not remember being introduced to any Gillian. Then she remembered seeing a “Gillian’s” sign in front of one of the bars across from campus. Jamie was disappointed. She was glad Sam wanted to be with her, but longed for something more private. She walked down to her own room to get her dress, but her door was locked.
No. Surely Sam did not expect her to come to an off-campus bar naked. That was taking the whole crazy game much too far. Jamie wanted to be with Sam, but she wasn’t going to do that. But what would she do instead? Her only article of clothing was locked in her room and Sam had the key.
Jamie was distracted by an increasingly urgent need to pee so she went into the girls’ bathroom and was standing at a urinal relieving herself when the bathroom door swung open and in walked a gray-haired woman carrying a stack of the little hand towels. She did a double-take seeing a naked girl standing at a urinal with one hand on her hip.
“You must be Jamie!” the woman said. “Hi, I’m Betty.” And indeed it said “Betty” on her name tag.
“Um, nice to meet you, Betty,” Jamie said as she flushed the urinal and went to the sinks to wash her hands.
“Did you get yourself locked out?” Betty asked. “I saw you jiggling the handle when I was down the hall.”
Jamie looked at the big ring of keys dangling from Betty’s belt. “That’s right,” she said carefully. “ Could you . . . could you let me in my room?”
“Sure, I can. Mind you, I won’t unlock a door unless I know the girl belongs in it, but I heard they was a herm that just moved in and that must be you cause there couldn’t hardly be two, and Caitlin moved out this morning and didn’t have no roommate so it makes sense this is where Sammy woulda put you.”
As she explained her line of reasoning, Betty led the way to the room and opened the door.
Inside the room, hanging by itself in the closet was Jamie’s yellow dress and Jamie was so happy to see it again. This was great. She’d surprise Sam by showing up at Gillian’s wearing her dress and Sam wouldn’t know how she did it.
But first, Jamie wanted a quick shower to be all fresh. She gathered her things and made absolutely certain that the doorknob was unlocked before she went down the hallway to the showers. As she showered, however, Jamie began to have doubts. Would Sam be impressed at Jamie’s resourcefulness when she showed up in her dress – or disappointed. Not that Jamie had any intention of going naked, but was that what Sam was expecting her to do?
She continued to puzzle over this as she dried her hair in front of the big bathroom mirror. Sam hadn’t actually told her to go naked except when she was on this floor of the dorm, so surely she was free to dress as she wished. But what did Sam really want? Jamie was a little scared of how much of her heart she had already opened up to Sam’s confident smile and muscular arms. Jamie had never been in love before, but she was pretty sure it felt like this.
But Sam was going away in five days! Jamie couldn’t bear to think of that. But maybe Sam would decide not to go. Maybe she’d fall in love with Jamie and decide to stay so that they could be together. If only.
Jamie looked at her reflection in the mirror, making eye contact with herself. You know what Sam wants you to do. If you want her to fall in love with you, then you need to impress her and be the girl she wants. You need to go naked.
Jamie went back to her room and put on her red bead necklace and slipped on her sandals. She had decided, but she didn’t want to think about it too much or she might talk herself out of it. She was going to go naked. She was going to leave her room naked and walk off campus to a bar. Having made this momentous decision, Jamie felt oddly calm as she put on her lipstick and brushed some blush into her pale cheeks. Caitlin had left behind a pair of sunglasses and Jamie put these into her little red purse and slipped the strap over her shoulder. She stood there looking at herself in the mirror, and for the first time in her life Jamie actually liked how she looked. But she was so starkly white. She wished she at least had a suntan like other girls did. She picked up her blush and brushed a little on her chest, a little on her breasts and some on her shoulders. Then she rubbed most of it off with her hands.
Okay, time to go, she told herself. She opened the door and turned the switch on the knob so that it would lock when closed. She stepped over the threshold and looked at her yellow dress still hanging in the closet as she slowly began to close the door. But wait; this was crazy. Was she really going to do this? Lock herself out naked when her dress was hanging right there in front of her? Sam. It was for Sam. For a chance – just a chance – that doing this would win Sam’s heart. Jamie firmly closed the door until she felt the doorknob click.
And then she panicked. What a stupid idea! She shook the doorknob and looked around desperately hoping to see Betty still at work, but the hallway was empty. A deep breath. Two. Jamie marched determinedly down the hallway reminding herself of her mission – to make Sam fall in love with her so that Sam would not leave.
Out on the sidewalk Jamie felt incredibly conspicuous in the bright sunshine. Not many people were around, but they all noticed her. She took the sunglasses out of her purse and put them on, and then began striding purposefully toward her destination.
When she reached the edge of campus, people were everywhere and nearly all of them watched her go by. Jamie’s heart was racing, but she hid behind her sunglasses and marched on. No one harassed her or reacted negatively. Quite the opposite, in fact. Some jock girls whistled at her and one of them yelled something she could not quite make out, but other people just watched her go by.
To get to Gillian’s, Jamie had to walk right past the clothing store where she’d bought her yellow dress. They were still having their sale and more dresses were hanging in racks on the sidewalk. Jamie had her debit card and could simply buy a new dress. But no, she could have worn her yellow dress and had decided to stay naked for a reason – to please Sam. And so Jamie walked right past all of those lovely dresses without even slowing down.
And there, down the same street, Jamie saw the “Gillian’s Bong Bar” sign. The bar’s darkened windows reflected like mirrors so Jamie could see herself approaching the door. Inside, it was dark and smoky so Jamie pushed her sunglasses on top of her head and waited for her eyes to adjust. The din of conversation quieted as people began to notice her. Up on the stage, a band was setting up.
She spotted Sam, Lisa and Jenna at a booth near the back and did her best to look casual as she strolled toward them. However, there was no straight path because the haphazard arrangement of the tables. As she zig-zagged among them, Jamie noticed that every table had an oddly shaped glass vase half-filled with water. Smoke rose from some of them yet they did not appear to be candles.
The bar was about half full and Jamie weaved her way among the tables, often having to excuse herself to squeeze between chairs. Everyone was polite and apologetic when they realized they had inadvertently blocked her path, but Jamie still found herself in close quarters – and since she was the only one standing, that meant everyone else was practically at eye level with her midsection.
When she finally made it through to Sam’s booth, Jamie did her best to appear nonchalant. “Hi everybody,” she said brightly.