Could You Take My Wife To The Nearest Store?

I should have said no?

Why didn’t I say no?

Why don’t I ever say no?

Instead I said, “No problem.” With a huge smile as if I walked the streets in my birthday suit every day. As if I was fine with everybody knowing what my private parts look like... *Former* private parts.

His wife was all praises and compliments on how nice I was for helping them out in such a big way.

“But I have to ask the obvious question.” She said, looking back, her eyes roaming over my nude form before meeting my eyes.

I sighed, “Why am I naked...?” I suggested.

She nodded, before quickly adding, “Not that I mind, of course. You’re free to do as you please, and you look great, if you don’t me saying so. I heard someone in the crowd say you’re a pornstar, is that true?”

“No.” I blurted out, before calming myself, “Nothing of the sort. It’s... it’s a long story.”

I gave her the rundown of what happened as we approached the store, the next step of my humiliation. The walk was around ten minutes to the store, enough time to tell her a decent rundown of my story, and a long enough walk to give other pedestrians a good story to tell their friends and family. Pushing the wheelchair provided my pussy with some decent covering, but left my embarrassingly droopy breasts free for anyone to ogle as they swung like pendulums with each step I took. Thankfully though, nobody had shouted any dirty or crude remarks, yet. Some looked shocked, others very pleased, others still simply gave a nasty look as they muttered under their breaths. I could only smile shyly as I passed them, letting them watch my naked butt wobble as I strode away from them in the mid-morning sun. Suzy, as she’d asked me to call her, put her hand over her mouth as she expressed her apologies and thank you’s. I also explained that they had probably called me a pornstar for the two videos that my sister had posted on her social media account.

“My poor dear,” she said, “You don’t have to take me to the store, in fact, I insist we go back to my husband and our car, I’ll get you something to wear from the car.”

“It’s fine.” I said, “I want to help you.”

Suzy shook her head, smiling, “Your generosity is quite humbling, if a little scary. And here I thought you were some brazen pornstar with a good heart who was strutting her stuff, instead you’re a sweet girl with a heart of gold who goes out of her way to help people at the expense of her dignity.” She reached back and placed her warm hand on mine, “Thank you again, hopefully they’ll have some clothes I can buy you once we reach the store.”

“That’s not necessary,” I said, “Really.”

“It’s the least I can do, if it were one of my girls,” she gestured to her two young daughters who were skipping down the road next to them, “I’d be proud if they grew up to be as generous as you, but I’d also hope that somebody would be kind enough to return the favour by helping them covering up,” she gestured to my nudity, “You know.”

“I wouldn’t run around naked.” One of the daughters piped up.

“Yeah, how embarrassing would it be to have strangers see your kitty and your hoohaas.” The other added.

“Plus, I think some of them were filming it, it’s probably all over the internet by now.” The other rubbed it in more in a condescending tone of voice.

“Okay girls, that is quite enough.” Suzy said, “What poor Jasmine has been through today, as you both well heard, was not through any choice of her own, it was a good natured series of unfortunate events to help us, and you will show her the proper respect because of that.”

“Sorry.” They both said in unison, without even being asked.

It would have been better had they said it without ogling my shaved ‘kitty’ and drooping ‘hoohaas’, but I guess I couldn’t blame them for that.

The next step of humiliation loomed in the very near distance now, my local grocery store. Could I really be so brazen as to walk in in my birthday suit? I knew all of the employees there, not on a first name basis, but I’d certainly see them again... and they’d always remember seeing me like this. It’d be another nail in the coffin that contains my long lost dignity...