A large group enter the shop

Unsure how much she could actually move, Monica kept her head straight ahead. There was a mirror facing towards her, and she could see the green lines covering her otherwise bare body. The lines nearest to her wrists and ankles were beginning to disappear, and were being replaced by a black sort of material that was slowly creeping up her body. Far too slow for Monica, however.

She gave a jolt of panic as somebody walked through the door of the store. Not just somebody, either. Some peoples. About six or seven people strode through the door. They were various ages and various sexes, although at the front was a young man who looked a little like the old man standing beside him. Monica was to one side of the group, about twenty paces away, so none of them immediately noticed her. The blonde haired man from earlier approached them.

"Oh, hello!" he greeted them. "How can I help you?"

"My boy's getting married!" the old man said, patting the young man on the back. "Needs a suit to get married in!"

"Ah of course. The suits are right this way."

Monica felt a surge of panic as the blonde man started leading the group deeper into the shop, turning partly towards her position. If any of them saw her in their peripheral vision, they were bound to look across in curiosity - and they would see everything! Monica felt her face began to redden as she prayed none of them would look, that nobody would see her. She looked towards the mirror. The black material was just past her knees and elbows.

"Hey there."

Monica turned her eyes to the side. One of the girls she'd noticed at the back of the group had walked over to her, and was looking at her curiously. She moved into Monica's field of vision. She looked to be only a few years younger than Monica, 16 maybe, and like everybody else was naked. Unlike everybody else, however, she was wearing sneakers and a pair of knee-high socks. Her hair was cut short and dyed pink like a punk rocker, and down below her crotch was completely smooth shaven.

"How come your face is so red?" the girl asked. "You okay?"

"F-fine." Monica managed. "Just a little embarrassed."

"Because of your pubes?" the girl asked, frowning. "I mean... smooth is the style now, of course," she indicated her own crotch "but there's no need to be embarrassed about a bit of hair."

"P-please, I just want to be left alone."

"Makes it harder to get your tongue in, of course." the girl continued. She didn't think it were possible, but Monica's blush deepened. The girl laughed. "Wow, you're blushing like a Namish or something!"

"I am Namish." Monica replied.

"What? But you're naked! The Namish aren't naked."

"It's not by choice." Monica managed. "Our school burned down and... please, just... just leave me alone. Please."

"You're serious, aren't you?" the girl asked, her eyes widening. She gave a sly grin. "I recognise the uniform... Higher New York High, right?"

"Y-yeah."

There was a bleep. Monica looked back towards the mirror, and blessedly found that she was covered from the neck downwards in what looked like a black leotard of some sort, although it bore the school's logo in gold. Only her head, hands and feet were exposed.

"That's my school too." the girl said as she moved closer to Monica. She pressed up against her, body on body, and Monica gave a gasp as she realised she could feel the girl's bare skin against her own even with the holo clothing covering her. "Never had a Namish girl before."

The girl reached up on her tiptoes and kissed Monica on the cheek. She moved away, but as she did so gave Monica a slap on her butt cheek. "Oh, and you don't have to stand like that once calibration is done."

Instinctively Monica's hands moved to cover herself. She looked back at the girl, who was walking back towards her family in the suit section. She looked back over her shoulder, gave Monica a wink and then was lost behind the shelves and stands.

"Oh, that looks amazing!" Monica's mother exclaimed. Monica turned to face her mother, who had returned with Rachel. "It looks just like real clothing."

"Could you move your hands, please?" Rachel asked politely. "I need to make sure the calibration worked."

Monica moved her hands once more while the naked salesgirl circled her, inspecting the holo garment. Once she was finished she gave a nod of satisfaction. "It looks real. How does it feel?"

"Naked." Monica replied. "Can I get my clothes on now?"

"It's up to you." Rachel replied hesitantly. "But I wouldn't advise wearing regular clothes and your holo clothes at the same time. If you do that then you'll have to recalibrate each time you wear them, and if something goes wrong..."

"No, that's understandable." Monica's mother replied. "So what do you suggest?"

"Well, you can remove the holo clothing here and get dressed, although that will expose you for a few minutes. Or you can wear them now, try to get used to them. You can still put your shoes on with them, they won't interfere with the holo field or anything. It's all in the guidebook I gave your mother."

"You can always get changed in a bathroom before we go." her mother offered. "What do you want to do, Mon?"