Mark Benning, sport student

As you wake up you're already late, like almost every morning. You have just 10 minutes left to catch your bus to get to university in time, so you dont't waste a second thought to the strange dream you vaguely remember. Jumping into your trainers and t-shirt, it oddly feels like you forgot something, but you are sure you won't need any warmer clothing for today as it's promising to be another warm summer day.

Quickly gulping down your mandatory huge cup of morning-coffee you rush out of the door. On your way to the bus station you notice some fresh, wet stains on the concrete under your feet. "Many people must have walked their dogs by here this morning" you think, but as the bus will be there in 2 minutes you dont think any further. Just as you jog around the last corner and the sudden gust of wind from the open street hits you, you notice that you dont have any pants on. Not even underwear! Your cock just swings freely betwen your trained legs. "Goddam, how could that happen? I'm sure i put on everything that was lying on the chair next to my bed!".

As you stay there, petrified in shock and shame you glance over to the station on the other side. None of the persons standing over there is wearing any sort of pants or skirts! They all just casually stand there bottomless. Memories of the dream from last night hit you again. Could it really be true? Is the dream becoming reality?

You cross the street hesitantly, but noone reacts in any sort of way as you join them in waiting for the delayed bus. Discretely you look around. Nobody, from women in their late 40s or 50s on their way to work, to girls that could still be in school wears anything to cover them below their belly. Same goes for the men. You feel the blood rushing towards your cock on the sight of some of the attractive legs and beautiful butts.

Just then you hear the sound of water splashing on concrete near you. You look around to identify the source of the sound and see a dark wet stain, quickly growing around the feet of a girl your age wearing a pair of red ballerinas on her feet. You can't help but watch the twisting clear stream running down from where her slender legs meet and her slightly pink pussy lips peek out. She doesn't even look up from her phone as the steady stream hits her leg and runs down her inner tigh and lower leg, right into her shoes, drenching them in piss. A few seconds later the pattering stops as her bladder ran dry. The girl you never saw before doesn't move an inch, nor does she try to wipe herself with a tissue. The warm summer wind or the fabric of the seats in the bus arriving in this second will do that for her.