"So this is what it's like?"

Candace walked around the streets of Boston, expecting everyone's stares like she had received every day for the past few decades. Some of the regulars did stare at her now that she was fully clothed, but most people just went about their business and paid her no mind.

Candace felt a tug on her shirt, noticing that a coffee shop door had closed on it. Panicking for a split second, she breathed a sigh of relief when it pulled out without any damage.

And so it was for the next several hours - Candace walked about the stores and went about her business, sitting down and increasingly feeling at ease with what she was wearing.

"Wow," Candace thought to herself, "so this is what it's like? This is what people go about in their daily lives, not worried about how their clothes are going to come off?"

Candace continued to muse on what she had been missing for the past 20 years with tears in her eyes, when other thoughts came to her. She didn't know how her husband was going to react to this - he had always seen her in various states of undress since the day they had met. Not to mention, she felt the heat around most of her body, which wasn't used to having this clothing on for so long.

Sighing, she made her way back to her apartment, thinking of where to go with her life now.