Dealing with the receptionist.

Christina took a deep breath, opened the door and stepped beyond the relative privacy of Dr Darke's office into the world outside.

It took a moment to sink in that she was really doing this. She was completely naked in an area any member of the public could enter like she was living out an anxiety dream, and there was no way of waking up from it.

Christina didn't have any real hang ups about her body. She was young and healthy and blessed with a figure that seemed to stay naturally fit without a huge amount of effort on her part. But she loathed the idea of having her entire form stared at, judged and possibly lusted over by total strangers.

On top of that Christina considered herself to be a feminist and had always hated the idea of being sexualised in any way, hence the casual and unflattering clothes Dr Darke had complained about her wearing earlier. And yet here she was with her entire body on display to anyone who happened to be passing by, all at the whim of a perverted doctor who had turned her into his personal sex toy for a cheap kick.

Christina was relieved to find the waiting room empty. She knew she wouldn't be so lucky all the way to the canteen, but she had to take any positives she could from this ordeal. She had already planned a strategy for getting through it in the least traumatic way possible by moving quickly, appearing confident and refusing to let anyone hold her up. Christina calmed her nerves and walked purposefully towards the corridor, the breeze against her skin reminding her at all times, as if she needed it, about her complete lack of clothing. She hadn't even made it out of reception when..

"Excuse me!"

Shit, the receptionist! Christina decided to just carry on her way.

"Excuse me!" The receptionist bellowed louder as Christina began to fear just how much attention the woman could draw onto her "You can't just go walking around here like.....that!"

Christina had **** but to deal with this. She turned around to face the smartly dressed middle aged woman behind the desk who had seemed dissaproving enough of her when she arrived for the session in jeans, t-shirt and trainers. Christina spoke as confidently as she could muster under the circumstances.

"It's okay, Dr Darke said this would be fine. Because I kind of..." Christina had ****, she had to say it "I love being naked. It is a compulsion Dr Darke is trying to cure me of. As you can see we still have some work to do."

"It said on your file you were here with anxiety?" The woman continued suspiciously. Christina felt sure she was staring at her groin as she spoke but felt she couldn't cover it without blowing the whole loving being naked ruse.

"It was a cover. I was too embarassed to admit I was a pervert."

Christina wanted the ground to swallow her up. Or, more realistically, for the receptionist to call on security to retrieve the naked girl's clothes and escort her from the building and away from Dr Darke's degrading commands. But no such luck.

"Fine." The receptionist sighed, looking Christina up and down like she was dirt "But straight there and back okay? I don't want this place getting a reputation."

A dissapointed and already humiliated Christina was left to continue on a journey that was only going to get worse from here.