Nude Laundry, and a nap

"There! That should do it..." Tiffany exclaimed, all her clothes now contained in the laundry room. She had a full basket on the floor, as well as an almost full washing machine. Looking down at herself, Tiffany briefly considered the situation she was putting herself in. "Once I take these off, I could just go straight to my room and put on some underwear." Smiling to herself, she shrugged, already pulling her T-Shirt overhead. "That would just get something dirty for no reason. If I stay naked, then I won't get anything else dirty." She said to herself, her C-Cup breast baring into view as the shirt was tossed into the wash. Then the pajama pants were quickly pushed down her legs, revealing an almost hairless pussy, and a bubbly, round ass. She quickly tossed the pants into the machine, and clicked the button to start.

Exiting the laundry room, Tiffany shivered as she stood next to the back door, where she could feel some of the cold air getting inside. It caused her nipples to harden slightly, so Tiffany quickly moved along and back to her spot in the living room. Her bodily warmth was almost gone from the chair, so Tiffany quickly settled into the seat, pulled a blanket over her body for comfort, and turned the news on. Slowly, she began laying down further and further into the seat, drifting off to sleep as the nerve-wracking events from the previous evening finally caught up with her.

*

Tiffany ran through the halls of her old high school, smiling ear to ear. Suddenly, the bell rung, and students streamed in mass out of every classroom. They glanced at Tiffany, and immediately the student body erupted into laughter. Tiffany asked “What’s wrong?” Before looking down and seeing herself completely naked. She screamed, and when she opened her eyes again, she was somewhere new. A public beach. Again, she was laughed and pointed at, before she noticed again, and screamed. It seemed to Tiffany like a never-ending complete nightmare as the cycle repeated itself at many locations.

Then, as suddenly as it had began, it stopped. Tiffany was no longer naked. No longer humiliated. She looked around, and found herself staring at another Tiffany, who was smiling innocently as she strutted confidently. They were in a large city landscape, with skyscrapers and people in all directions. Then, as soon as the other Tiffany took a step forward, a gust of wind blew up from a vent and sent the other Tiffany’s white dress soaring overhead, and miles away. Everyone around the other Tiffany smirked and laughed as they looked towards the shy girl in her black bra and panties. But instead of cowering in embarrassment, the other Tiffany laughed alongside them as she grew red in the face.

Then, the landscape shifted again. She was at the beach with family, with many people she had grown up with as either close family or friends of the family wearing bathing suits and summer outfits. Tiffany herself was on the beach as well, and instantly became afraid it was her turn now. Instead, the other Tiffany emerged from the sandbar, her top coming off as a crab snipped the backstring, and quickly escaped into the water with the garment. The whole group laughed, and again, the other Tiffany laughed back, her face reddening as she rose hands up to cover her boobs.

The third time, now topless, it was just the two Tiffanies in an empty space. The other Tiffany’s panties instantly vanished, causing her to quickly redden in the face again and shoot a hand down to cover herself while she alone laughed. Tiffany raised an eyebrow in confusion. “...How can you laugh? They all saw you naked.” Tiffany asked. The other Tiffany shrugged, averting her gaze. “It’s not like I want people to see me naked. I'm not some naturist, and I definitely don't feel better with no clothes on. But, I won’t get angry either. Yes, I’m very embarrassed by it. But getting angry, shy, disgusted, or sad about it does no good either.” The other Tiffany explained with a laugh. “Naked people were made to be funny and beautiful at the same time. Laugh along with them, and suddenly it isn’t quite so bad. Not all embarrassment has to be scarring.”

Tiffany mulled these thoughts over to herself, watching as her other self turned to make for an unseen exit. “By the way. You may want to wake up. You have visitors.” The other Tiffany said with a smirk, as Tiffany suddenly felt a jolt. She awoke again, back on the couch and still as undressed as before. Then, a sudden knock at the door came, followed by the sound of a key turning in the lock. With horror, Tiffany realized that someone was entering the house! She hoped deep down that it was her roommates, rather than the only other people she knew had a house key.