"A female employee."

"Yes, well, we'd rather like to see a female employee, if that's all the same."

"Oh, I'm terribly sorry." the man replied with a frown of concern. "Have I done something to offend you?"

"No, no." her mother replied. "It's just... well... that." she said, pointing to the man's genitalia.

"Is there something wrong with it?"

"Not at all." Monica mumbled. Her mother gave her a sharp glance.

"We're Namish, I'm afraid." she said. "We're not really comfortable with... it... being out like that."

"Oh, of course. I quite understand. Rachel, could you come over here please?"

A woman in her twenties approached the three of them. She had long, strawberry blonde hair that ended just above her breasts, and a landing strip of pubic hair of the same colour. She looked to be just shy of thirty, and her body was perfectly tanned all over. She was dressed, if such a word could be used, in the same style of the man, but with a bowtie and heels in place of a tie and smart shoes. The man quickly explained the situation and, with a wave of farewell, left the two Namish women with the naked saleswoman.

"So how can I help you ladies today?" Rachel asked.

"We're looking for this." Monica's mother said, pulling out the pamphlet and handing it over. Rachel looked it over and gave a smile of recognition.

"Ah yes. The PE uniforms are over this way, if you'll kindly follow me."

As they followed the saleswoman, Monica was surprised to see how much Rachel's hips swayed as she walked. She'd worn heels herself, of course, and knew full well how they could affect the hips, but seeing somebody do it naked, and unashamedly, made it seem more... animalistic. Although Monica was not attracted to women, she couldn't help but stare at Rachel's naked behind. It was hypnotic.

"I presume, being Namish, that you're not familiar with holo clothing?" Rachel asked as she stopped at one of the shelves.

"Not really." Monica's mother admitted. "I was a little confused as to why they even wear PE uniforms if they never have to bother the rest of the time."

"Well, it's hard to play a team game if both teams are wearing the same kit." Rachel said with a smile. "Now; the holo clothing is physically made up of four different bands; two on your ankles, two on your wrists. It then projects clothing over the contours of your body and reacts to any movement..." To demonstrate, Rachel cupped her own breasts and gave them a jiggle. "It's visual only, however. You will still be naked while wearing them, so if you touch or sit on anything you'll still feel it on your bare skin."

"Sounds like something out of science fiction." Monica said.

"I suppose it would, yes. Now then, we'll need to calibrate the bands to the shape of your body before you can buy them, so if you could remove your clothing we'll attach the bands and get started."

A sudden cold, hot, terrified feeling suddenly shot through Monica's blood. "Remove my...?"

"Clothing. I'm sorry, but the bands need to calibrate to your body, otherwise they won't function properly."

"It's okay, dear." Monica's mother said, patting her on the arm. "When you were a little girl trying on school uniforms you'd change in the shops, hidden by the shelves. It might be a little embarrassing but being seen in your underwear isn't so bad considering everybody else is naked."

"Uh, I'm sorry," Rachel cut in. "But I'm afraid it's all clothing. Outerwear, underwear, jewellery, shoes, socks..."

"Do you have a changing room?" Monica asked. She was beginning to tremble.

"A... changing room? Is that, like, an old word for a bathroom?"

"It's a little room." Monica's mother supplied. "That you can get undressed in without anybody seeing you."

"Oh! How quaint!" Rachel replied. "But I'm afraid that we don't have anything like that in the store. We don't even have a staff area at the back that you could use."

"So what am I going to do?" Monica demanded. She crossed her arms beneath her chest and began to stare nervously around the store. She could only see five employees - including Rachel - in the store, but that was five people too many when you were being asked to strip in public.

"The shelves might hide you from view." Rachel offered. "And the calibration takes less than a minute. If we're quick we could have it done before anyone notices."

Monica looked towards her mother, hoping that her wisdom and experience would come up with a better solution. "You'll just have to be quick, dear." was all she offered.

Feeling her face burning red with shame, Monica kicked off her shoes and, balancing on her mother for support, pulled off her socks. As she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her jeans, she hesitated and eyed the entrance. What if somebody came in to look around? What if another Namish student was buying a uniform today, and she suddenly found herself naked in front of somebody she knew?

"Come on, dear." her mother whispered. "The longer you wait, the more chance somebody else will come in."

Steeling herself, Monica adjusted her thumbs so that they were also inside her panties and yanked down. Her bottom suddenly felt a breeze as the cool air conditioning caressed her bare skin, and she was suddenly regretting her decision not to trim her bush a little neater when she'd had the chance. She stepped out of her jeans, naked from the waist down.

"I'll just apply the ankle bands while you get your top off." Rachel offered. The saleswoman crouched down, bringing her forehead close to Monica's crotch, and began to attach the bracelets to her ankles. Monica tried to resist squirming under the ticklish sensation.

She pulled her shirt over her head and, with her mother's help, unclasped and removed her bra. With her clothing in a heap beside her, Monica covered herself as best she could with her hands. It was a small comfort that didn't last very long. Rachel stood up straight once again, and immediately asked for Monica's hands. Reluctantly she uncovered herself, and watched as Rachel applied the bracelets to each of her wrists.

"Okay, that should do it." Rachel said once they were on. Monica immediately covered herself again. "I'm sorry, but... the scan needs to see your entire body. Standing that way is going to distort the calibration. You need to stand like this." Rachel demonstrated, moving her legs about two feet apart and holding her arms at full length horizontally.

"Do I have to?" Monica pleaded.

"I'm sorry. But it's the only way."

Reluctantly, Monica mimicked the pose, standing in the most exposed way she could possibly think of. Rachel crouched down once again, and Monica could feel her hands doing something with her ankle bracelet. There was a beeping sound, and suddenly a grid work of green lines appeared all across Monica's body.

"Okay then." Rachel said, standing once more. "That will run for about half a minute, and then your PE kit will appear to cover you. Try not to move until you hear a second beep, otherwise it will fail and we'll have to start again. If your mother could follow me over to the desk we'll get the uniform paid for. Oh, and uh, I'm afraid we can't take any responsibility for lost property, so you may not want to leave your clothes lying on the floor like that."

"I've got them." Monica's mother offered. She bent down to scoop them up.

"Mom!" Monica protested.

"What? You can't use them right now, and I'm sure you don't want to get them stolen."

"Yeah, but... do you guys have to leave me like this?"

"You'll be okay." Rachel offered. "I'll ask the other staff to leave you alone, and we barely get any customers during the summer months anyway."

Monica could do nothing but stand and watch as her clothes were taken out of her reach by her mother, who followed the swaying behind of Rachel over to the cash register. Alone, naked and stuck in an embarrassing position in the middle of a mall store, Monica was already beginning to hate this whole situation.

It was about to get worse.