Eventually

"Olivia, can you take over driving, please?" Florence blurted out, feeling, instantly, the driving wheel lock and begin turning with a automatic motion under her hands.

"Of course, Mistress. Automatic control initiated."

As soon as she was certain the car was driving itself, Florence pulled her feet up onto the seat and pressed her legs against her bare body, pressing her chin against her knees and wrapping her arms around her shins, hugging herself. "I'm just so naked!" she groaned miserably to her mother. "I don't wanna be naked! I want to wear clothes again!" she choked back a sob.

Charlotte rubbed Florence's back sympathetically and shushed her daughter in a kind maternal way. "Oh, there there, dearest! It'll be okay-"

"No! It won't!" Florence shouted into her knees. "Everyone is going to see me naked!"

"And so what, darling?" Charlotte reasoned. "Think of it this way - picture yourself naked in your mind. That's how you've always looked, every time you were out in public before, that's what you looked like, under your clothes. Nothing really has changed, people can just see you unobstructed now."

"Uh..." Florence hummed uncertainly.

"Seriously, picture yourself in a familiar setting, acting normally, now just imagine yourself acting normally while naked, imagine no one caring about your nudity, like it's normal. Because, and I can't stress this enough, darling, this is the new normal. Those women you see on the street out there, they are the ones lagging behind, they are the unusual ones behind the curve now. You are the normal one now. We are the normal ones now." She stroked Florence's hair, encouragingly.

Internally, Florence's heart was still racing in fight-or-flight mode, but she also attempted to imagine herself sitting in class, at her desk in a college classroom, totally nude, imagining what the cold plastic and metal chair would feel like against her bare butt and back, how she would look casually socialising with classmates in the quad, the only one completely naked... wearing only a green collar... It made her pussy tingle and her pussy, chest and cheeks flush...

"Are you going to be okay, sweetie?" Charlotte was asking again.

Florence took a deep breath and slowly raised her head. She rubbed her eyes and nodded. "Uh, I think so, it's just a lot."

"Well, it doesn't have to be, darling. Remember, you're not a lone, I'm right here, and I'm as naked as you are."

"But you get to wear shoes!" Florence pointed to them.

"Does that really make such a big difference with making you feel naked, deary?"

"Yes!" Florence insisted. "Please, mother, please let me wear shoes, at least?"

"It's against your school dress code," Charlotte shook her head.

"But when I'm not on campus?"

"Hm..." Charlotte grumbled with irritation at her daughter's insistence.

"I promise I'll never ask you to let me wear anything else if you could just let me wear shoes, mother," Florence pleaded, slightly taken aback when her mother's face changed from one of irritation to one of deep thought and calculation.

((Author's Note: comments and suggestions are extremely appreciated! :D ))