Ashley's Assistance

I manage a smile, biting my lower lip, "Ashley, why don't you come along? I'm sure you'd love to see me in my element." She looks back at me smugly, clearly ready to speak up if I try to go it alone, but now even more pleased to find out I chose her. Her voice is suave as she giddily retorted, "I'd love to, but you have to drive, as I don't have my license. Come, let's get these boxes out of here before you fall for the temptation of getting dressed ... again."

I resist the urge to sigh at that dig, hearing Ashley giggling then, and some out-and-out laughter, as they moved to pick up boxes. I find myself being followed, out into the hall, by young men and women carrying my clothes ... my former clothes, I remind myself as conflicting emotions flood my mind. I feel the impact of having AC on even more than I would have expected, which I will have to get used to happening from now on, given that I'm not wearing one stitch of clothing, and am not liable to be anytime Soon. I hear a wolf whistle as someone stares at me. The lift seems to be taking forever, leaving me exposed to an unknown number of people. Once the lift finally arrives, we all trundle into it, and we make our descent down. We reach my car and place the boxes in the back, my face turning red from extra blood going to my face. Only as I see the boxes being placed into my car, all marked 'Donation' does it really sink in that what we're doing is real, and not a dream.

I catch Ashley's gaze then, and she chides me, "Don't even think about it. We're doing this to help you, remember?". I nod and make my way quickly to the driver's seat, sitting down and putting the key in the ignition, and find myself more aware of than normal my seatbelt, which is pressing hard between my breasts. I also find myself all too aware of how much my nipples are standing out, sharp as knives, as Ashley sits down next to me. I turn to face her in time to see catch her buckling up quickly. She gives me a smile, clearly enjoying this, looking me over, and I find myself wondering what my life will be like. Ashley snaps me back to reality then, "Hey, don't tell me you're getting second thoughts now, not when you're so close?"

I manage to smile back, doing my best to match her grin, "Psssh, yea right Of course not ...", I paused as I brought my car to life, driving out of my parking spot before continuing, "I was just wondering if you'd ever do the same ... you know, go nude full time?"

She giggled, her smug pleasures not slipping a beat, "No, Of course not. I like wearing clothes too much. You should though ... Believe me, it's the only way for you to be truly happy." I let it drop, and quickly we arrive at a local charity. As we get out, I once more feel the cool spring breeze, along with the warmth of the sun shining on me, as we walk up with my donations. Donations that, just minutes ago, had been my clothes.