March 29 2022

Okay, that day wasn't actually that bad. I almost forgot about not wearing any underwear again. I really liked the freedom too. Then the next day, miraculously, I didn't feel the same feeling welling up inside me. I tried wearing panties, and nothing happened. So I thought everything was just back to normal and when I look at this journal I started I thought what a fool of me to start something like this. Then the next day, which was yesterday, there was no feeling again, but I thought I might just go without wearing a bra. So I did. It feels better, honestly.

But then today, let me tell you about today. So, Dr Harrington caught Covid and had to conduct the class online just for this week, which wasn't anything new to us now. So of course I stayed home, and attended the class in my room. There was an interview-thing to be done, where Dr Harrington would quiz us on last week's assignment (to make sure we didn't plagiarize or anything). We don't usually turn on our cameras, and we don't usually need to, but during the interview we do need to turn them on. I think you already know where this is going.

When it was almost my turn, I got the strange feeling again. It's not very obvious at first, like, if you're focused on something else it sort of gets shoved to the back of your mind. I haven't put it into words at the time, but I remember thinking my clothes had to go. All of them. But it was so vague and I was concentrating and my turn would be next, so it wasn't until Jamie was finishing that it really started to get me. Like you really need to go to the bathroom, only I had the urge to take off my clothes.

I'm crazy. I know I am. But what can I do about it? The interview was only 2-3 minutes, and Dr Harrington already called my name and asked "you ready?" I just rolled with it and tried to ignore the feeling. Big mistake. He was asking me something about Eysenck's theory but I couldn't see or hear straight anymore. I was sweating, I think, and arching into the camera. I remember my fingers already at the hem of my shirt, at the ready, and was already imagining the feeling of my bare skin on the fabric of the chair, the breeze on my breasts...

So I told Dr Harrington to give me 2 minutes, and when he said sure I turned off the camera and muted myself. The world was spinning and my hands were shaking but I double-checked and triple-checked that the camera was off and the mic was off, and I stripped. The feeling didn't stop until I was fully naked, and every peeling off of the clothing was pure freedom and bliss.

The clothes lay in a pile beside me. So, I was naked. I checked that the camera was off again, and went to lock my door. Didn't want mom to come inside, though she rarely does. Mr Harrington coughed a little. It wasn't until I was going to turn on the camera again that the fear really set in. I was NAKED.

If we failed the interview, the marks from the assignment would be forfeited. I needed to continue, but I couldn't physically get myself to. There was no way out. How was I supposed to continue? Maybe I could just leave the meeting? Dr Harrington called my name and said, "you there?" and I was covering my breasts even though I hadn't yet turned on the camera. Then I typed in "camera" on my laptop (not the one on Zoom) and saw myself, in low-resolution, my face, my naked breasts and shoulders. I adjusted the angle upward, until it could only see my face, and yeah, continued.

I said it was a period cramp, and I was fine now, and Dr Harrington said some sympathies and continued with the questions. The whole time I was looking at my own face, and sitting pretty still because you know, one wrong move and I'm up for show. After my interview I just muted myself, turned off my camera and just sat there, laughing, because wow, that was pretty funny, I guess.

The class just finished and I immediately went to write this. I haven't even put on my clothes. It's beginning to feel pretty nice.