No Way Around It

As if made of stone, I sit there still, my mind coming up with reasons not to, and how to best politely decline, but every time I'm about to speak it, I clam shut. From needing it for work, or weather, or the sake of comfort, the thoughts seems to disappear the moment I try to vocalize them. Even compromises, such as letting me keep a few shirts and skirts, or even asking for time to think all seem to vanish the moment I need to say them, as I find even saying it to their smiles, and their big puppy-dog-like eyes was simply impossible. I just met them, so why is this so hard?

I let out a breath then, managing a smile back their way, They all looked back at me, anticipation clear on all of their faces, clearly hoping that I'd go along with it. Knowing I could not keep silent, and I could not work up the will to deny them, I found myself with only one remaining choice left to me. Putting as much cheer into my voice as I could, I found it much easier to say than I would have expected, "Well, I guess there's no point in hiding it now, huh? Well, no point in waiting, anyway. Let's give you a chance to divvy it all up, and ... donate the rest."

I hear cheers of excitement from all four of them, swiftly getting up, and rushing to my room. Lance declares, as he passes me by, "You're doing the right thing.", and playfully slaps me before continuing. Ashley quickly declares "Dibs on any mini skirts I find! You know I need to find just the right style!, which is followed by Heather playfully stating, "So long as I get the first picks on her shirts!", and they laugh again, passing me by. Lance pauses, staring at my nude body, still very much exposed as I sat there, before commenting, "Don't worry ... I'm sure you'd hardly miss them ... Like an old childhood toy." I simply shrug, and soon he's walked past me and is helping them pick which clothes to keep and which they wanted to donate.

Once they are in my room, I stand up, deciding if I wanted to follow along or not. Just then, my new neighbour Tiffany walks in, pausing at seeing me standing there naked before her. "What's going on, miss naked as always?", which is swiftly followed by a feminine voice, likely Ashley, loudly calling back, "Skanks going nudist full time and giving away all of her clothes!"

Tiffany turns her head to the voice, a wide small flashing on her face, "OOOOh, I call dibs on anything made of silk or lacey!" before rushing in herself. I followed slowly behind, and find my closet is already a mess. Almost all of my clothes are already down, along with the draws for anything that may have had clothes drawn open, their contents sprawled all over. At first, All I can do is watch, transfixed as it's all packed away into boxes I don't even remember seeing. Each young woman has a pile made up for themselves, and as I look on, more are being added at a maddening rate. Suddenly, Tiffany looks up at me, "Don't just stand there! Help me move my haul back into my place! I can't wait to try this stuff on!"

I blow a sigh from one side of my mouth, before walking in and grabbing a box from Tiffany. Before I know it, I'm following behind her, still quite naked, as I help her loot my clothes ... what had been my clothes, out and into the hall. I find the place rather busy. Not only that, but I could not even cover the smallest bit of my exposed body even if I wanted to. We made our way across the hall, and I let out a gasp as someone slaps my ass hard. I hear someone chuckle, even as they continue walking by. It seems to take her forever to open the door, and she places her load in first, before casually grabbing mine and tossing it in behind. She locks the door, as I stand there, my mind still not quite grasping what is going on. "Well, don't just stand there! Let's go! I don't dare miss out on something tight-fitting!"

She races past, and I follow her back to my condo, my breasts bouncing erotically, my nipples standing out hard from them, and all for everyone to see. She gets back, and soon she has a little bit more, and as I watch helplessly, my remaining clothes ... save for some shoes, are loaded into boxes for donation. "Alright, all that's left for you to start your new nudist life is to take these down for donation ... One of us should go with you, you know, to make sure you don't chicken out?"