Brian Chad- 21 yr old Activist.

"No clothes! Free flow!"

"No clothes! Free flow!"

"No clothes! Fre- wait, WHAT!?"

The words that you were chanting got cut off mid word. It's then, you found yourself submerging into a young brown-haired man. As you slowly assimilated, you were stunned to find that you were in a campus protest and actively participating no less.

'Am I still dreaming?' The thought ran through your mind almost immediately, but the jostle of the sweaty bodies and the weight of the sign that you're holding tells you that this is all real.

"Hey Brian, we still on for book club tonight?"

"Hmm wha?"

Still struggling to come to grips, it took you a second to turn and respond. Instantly, your vision was filled with a cute blond thing.

'N-Naked?....'You froze.

"C'mon Brian, what's up with that look? Now I know you don't like our book club meetings, you find it boring. And I know you always harp on to the others about how there's no snacks, but I promise this time there will be some. Okay?"

Your mind in that moment was short circuiting, a side effect of realising the girl in front of you is practically nude. A sheer lace bra was her only modesty.

Looking at her, then the people in the crowd, the same general theme to clothes seemed the ongoing trend. All shapes and sizes were on show, male and female. Gazing at the girls, they also took to wearing bras. But that was in so far as using them to express their views.

Could she only be wearing one because she could place protest stickers there? It sure seems likely. Least her bra matched with her hair, unlike the others. They must've just put on any old bra. Figures.

Then it dawned on you. Was it the dream you just had?

Just as you were about to delve further, more memories flooded in. Brian chad, 21. Pretty generic, but that's the name you were given and age you were born. Right now you were studying arts and liberal sciences and the person in front of you was one of your childhood friends, Jenny.

So much for breaking you in slowly.

Information overload, it left you tongue tied while sporting a worsening migraine. You still couldn't answer due to the pain.

"Fine, I'll let you have this then," with a resigned sigh, the girl you now knew as Jenny handed a pineapple juice over. Her hand enveloped yours, carefully closing your fingers so you wouldn't give it back. She seemed so **** though.

Wasn't this her favourite drink?

Looking down at the drink, dumbfounded, then back to her face. You tried not to stare too much at her body. Mustering your thoughts, you finally utter some words.

"T-hanks Jenny. Now that you mention it I am pretty thirsty."

*Slurp* Almost immediately, an odd sensation came upon you. Panicking, you tried to cross your legs to no effect. Semi clear urine that had come out in spurts due to your struggles before came out next in full flow. Helplessly, you could only exhale, let go and watch as your stream hit the pavement, then Jenny and further onto other protesters with abandon.

*Plonk*

Without realising, your hand that was holding the sign up lost its grip producing a loud wooden sound. Fortunately, it was drowned out by the intense chanting still ongoing.

With an apology on the tip of your tongue, you were ready to get beaten or at least scolded. Curiously, no one was taking much notice like it was something rather normal. It's was surreal, they were even giving you smiles.

'They're not reacting, really?' That thought ran through your mind like a huge question mark as Jenny encircled your shoulders and pressed you to the front of the crowd.