Every Monday for a few months

On Monday mornings, Chelsie had a very specific schedule to adhere to.

Her cell phone got her out of bed with an alarm at 8am sharp. After taking a few minutes sitting at the edge of her bed to try and wake up, she stumbled out of her bedroom, entered the bathroom, discarded her pyjamas and climbed into the shower. Afterwards she would dry off with a towel, brush her teeth and be back in her bedroom sometime just before 8:15. After grabbing her schoolbag and phone she made her way downstairs for breakfast. Her parents usually left for work at 7:00, so Chelsie always had the house to herself. She made herself a quick breakfast; some cereal, some toast, nothing too fancy.

At 8:30, a reminder popped up on her phone. After wiping her hands clean on a tea towel, she took a look at the screen to see what message she'd left herself.

"8:30 - You are naked." it said.

"Why would I leave myself such a-"

It suddenly dawned on Chelsie why she'd left herself a reminder. She looked down at herself, down at her perky 32D's and the neat triangle of black pubic hair that covered her crotch. She hadn't gotten dressed after the shower.

"God I hate Mondays."

She didn't panic or cover herself. She knew she was alone after all. Instead she made her way back upstairs, muttering angrily to herself, and re-entered her bedroom. Within a few minutes she had an outfit laid out on the bed.

At 8:45 her phone vibrated with another reminder. At this point she was standing in the hallway, sliding her feet into her shoes, and preparing to make the last-minute checks of her schoolbag to make sure everything was there that she needed. She almost didn't look at the phone. She knew it was a precaution she took; a second reminder just before she left the house. But then the first one had worked, right? She'd gone upstairs and gotten dressed. Impatiently she zipped the bag up and reached out to touch the handle of the front door. The phone vibrated again.

"Oh for pity's sake." she swore.

Scowling, she pulled her phone back out of her bag to turn off the infernal messages. The screen read:

"8:45 - Are you still naked?
8:46 - Seriously, check."

Still scowling, Chelsie looked down at herself once more.

"Oh."

Mustering all her concentration, Chelsie **** her way back into her bedroom. The clothes she'd picked out earlier were lying on the bed; somehow, she'd forgotten to actually put them on. The desire to simply leave them and just get to school was almost overwhelming. It felt like a strong current trying to **** her into waters she didn't want to go into. Fighting against the damnable urge, she slipped on her panties, her bra, her pleated black skirt and a white t-shirt. She had to take her shoes off in order to put her knee-high socks on.

Her phone vibrated again.

"8:48 - You're dressed now?"

Chelsie looked down at herself one final time, and gave a sigh of relief. She was fully dressed.

For what felt like the thousandth time she contemplated the strange problem as she walked towards her school. The strange, uncontrollable compulsion to attend school naked only seemed to affect her on Mondays. It had been occurring for a good few months now, but the mobile warning system she'd put in place after the first near-incident had not failed her so far. Nobody knew about it but her; she didn't dare tell her parents in case they thought she was some kind of pervert, and she hadn't the slightest clue how to set up an appointment with an actual psychiatrist. She'd tried online psychiatrists but they only seemed interested in her credit card details, and the online forums... well, after she'd outlined her problems, most of the comments had been "Just do it!" or "Pics please".

On this occasion she was safe, and the schedule she'd set herself prevented any embarrassment. The first time... well, that had been a close encounter. She'd gotten as far as the front gate before somehow realising her lack of attire. And the system itself... well, let's say it's not infallible.

So, do you want to hear the full story of the first occurrence? Or should we find out what happens when the system fails?