Buying clothes...hopefully the end of things.

Finishing my drink, I packed up the notebook, paper and my stationary and left, sparing a glance over at the happily nude Bethany who waved as she saw me go. I returned a half hearted wave, but kept walking. I had a mission.

I almost wanted to be picky, but truth be told I just walked into the first clothes shop I saw, grabbed a basket and started putting clothes that were my size in. A couple of shirts that seemed my style, a couple of pants that felt practical but still a bit fashionable, two pairs of shoes and several changes of underwear.

It went so very smoothly, though to be fair there wasn't any reason why it shouldn't. I was naked, sure...but nobody had a problem with it. As I was grabbing a couple of packs of socks I'd realised that some part of me was getting used to it. Maybe being naked wasn't that bad...

Shaking the thought from my head, I padded barefoot over to the register and set my basket down.

"All of these, please" I said with a strained smile to the tired looking young man working there.

To his credit he worked up a smile and nodded "Sure thing, thinking of uh, updating your outfit?"

"Y-yeah...I uh, been feeling underdressed y'know?" I replied with a shrug, so many people trying to make small talk.

"Mhm, I get the idea" He kept scanning items while I stood there, impatiently shifting my weight from foot to foot.

"And that'll be-" He started, but I cut him off.

"Yeah yeah I uh, see the number" I smiled, this one more forced as I fished cash out of my wallet and watched him bag up my things.

I grabbed the bag before he gave me my change, headed out front and quickly got myself dressed again. With a relieved sigh I leaned back against a wall, feeling fabric between it and my skin, and shoes protecting my bare feet from the brickwork. Finally, this nightmare was over.

Walking back home, I felt like I'd earned a victory, as much as I wanted everything to have just been a dream it was very real. But I'd won, I'd beaten a magical notebook in the game of humiliating me.

...

When I returned home and relaxed in the living room though, the notebook nagged at my mind. It had put me in that situation, or rather I had. But I'd also used it to get myself out of it, easily in fact. I'd even used it to mess with an innocent young woman.

Pulling it back out of my purse I looked it over, debating what to do. I couldn't just throw it away, then someone untoward might get a hold of it, someone that might have outright malicious intent. But it's not like I was evil, I'd made sure Bethany wasn't embarrassed, if anything she seemed very happy with her predicament.

I opened the book up again, trailing my fingers across my own entry.

I had an urge to use it again.

I'd been naked in public without consequences.

I could be again...except this time I was the author, I knew what I was doing, mostly. I knew the risks involved...