A Journey Of A Thousand Episodes Starts With A Single....Step

As the two bickering blonde sisters pulled into the luxurious campus, one a shrinking dainty thing and the other a brash world-wise (or so she thought) bombshell, Lauren's imagination began to wander.

Claire was right, though she didn't even want to think about it- even before today, her life (at least since she had developed that pull called human modesty) had been pretty average but laden with a healthy sprinkle of nude embarrassment around just about every corner.

"Claire....please just don't mention any of this when we're out- I w-want....a fresh start. I'm a college student now!"

Claire rolled her eyes, sighed, and actually threw a slender but strong arm around her sister's small shoulders. "Well....even if it IS hilarious....I suppose you are moving on up." She smiled, meaning it this time. "My lips are sealed."

Lauren sank a little in her seat, relaxing. "Th-thank you."

There was a moment of silence. Claire started. "...you sure you're not like...some kind of closet nudist though?"

Lauren blushed and immediately threw her hands over her face, turning away to look out of the open window. And catching the eye of a few college boys stopping in their tracks. Did they hear that?!

Lauren could have disappeared.

They pulled into the parking lot and Claire left the car in idle at the sidewalk. Claire poked her. "Ready? Lauren- Earth to Lauren?"

Lauren was deep in thought, and jumped a little, eyes going doe-wide. "Claire! I'm....o-ok. Lets just get this over with."

Claire chuckled. "Whatever you say."

Lauren breathed in, opened the door, and was assaulted by midday brightness. She slipped one slender leg and then the other out of the door and onto the sidewalk, clad in blue jeans and comfortable flats. Her blonde hair was hanging to the small of her back and she wore a white blouse and plaid open shirt.

She stood there, then pivoted to watch Claire exit the vehicle, and took in the tall buildings, wide open green grass stretches and walkways, multiple groups of students moving every direction around- and felt a little dizzy. Where was she to go first? She didn't remember- she hoped her sister had-

and then she noticed it.

A little gritty- a little warm- the sidewalk on one foot.

She looked down and sure enough, she was already stepping out of place- literally.

Right behind her was a stray- bolt? nail head?- some piece of support for the sidewalk. And it was currently holding her beige flat, which had slipped innocuously right off of her dainty foot.

She flexed her small, delicate toes and felt a sensation that was all too familiar- sidewalk underneath her **** bare sole.

It wasn't much- shouldn't be. But to Lauren it seemed and omen of things to come.

Being barefoot was one thing- they were just feet. But she was already somewhat exposed, and it had been- what? Less than a second officially on campus.

Her stomach churned with butterflies as she looked down at her light pastel-pink painted toenails, so out of place in a public setting. A school public setting.

And what if- what if next time the rest of her were to match!

"Oh god....n-no...." Lauren quietly whispered.

Claire was moving over to put a hand on her back, but she didn't see Claire.

She felt the wind in her hair as it picked up behind her, and could have sworn it tousled her blouse a little.

And then she really sunk into her daydream.

Far ahead and behind and to each direction, students began to gawk at the arrival of a stranger in their midst- and not just any stranger.

Lauren knew she was pretty, dainty, alluring- but the last thing she wanted was to be the focus point of the room, or in this case the campus.

She closed her eyes and opened them, and it was almost like she was nude right now.

The delicate, blushing face and doe eyes- her blonde locks would be tickling her bare neck, her shrugging well-sculpted shoulders as she curled in on herself- her round, luscious breasts would have nothing to reign them in, and she was slightly thankful she would only have B-cups to contain, although the could almost feel her nipples harden at the cool noon air- the sweep of her soft stomach and navel, exposed to the air as well- could everyone see that too?! Her creamy thighs, and should they be coming from behind, perky young buttocks out in the air! Between those thighs, her private treasure guarded only by a thin, delicate line of blonde fuzz- and returning to her smooth bare legs, all the way down to that point of contact- that same bare foot, now joined by its twin, and adorned only with the slightest pastel polish on her toes.

Very, VERY nude.

"LAUREN!"

She shook her head, and mercifully, remembered she was not nude. Not yet- hopefully not EVER!

"Cl-claire....Lets go!"

She wrapped her arms around her now-bloused bosom, and began to fast-walk toward the admissions office after her sister.

Oh god. Please don't let it happen here.

Behind her, that single detail of sidewalk renovation continued to hold her flat.

Would it be the only wardrobe sacrificed?

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