Casual nudity

As long as you’ve known, you have had a thing for public nudity. Before you made any changes to reality though, you wanted to be somewhere populous, where you could fully feast your eyes on the results of those changes. Nothing was appealing about the town you lived in, so you typed out, ‘Inconspicuously teleport me to an upscale café in Los Angeles.’

Your surroundings rippled and you reappeared in a fancy, though clearly public, bathroom. “Woops, forgot my clothes.” you awkwardly said to no one in particular. The booming, yet comforting, voice of God intercedes, “Hahaha! You are a funny lad, Michael. Here are some fly new clothes. Alright, now I’m gonna peace out. Have fun.”

You looked in the mirror and saw that God dressed you up in a shiny purple sports jacket tuxedo top and button down shirt with out-of-place orange floral Hawaiian shorts. You shuffled slightly and noticed that the jacket’s sheen worked almost like a holographic Pokémon card allowing it to appear pink or purple depending on the angle. The absolute cringe overcame you as you physically recoiled. Either this was a prank or His fashion sense was sorely lacking. His booming voice returns, “It was a prank, you dolt! Make yourself smarter or something! I’m leaving for real.”

Oh, so He can read your mind.. you laughed awkwardly, but passed on making yourself smarter. Ignorance is bliss, or so they say. You placed your hands together in a praying gesture and said, “Bye and thanks, God.”

Then, you thought to yourself, ‘I want to be dressed in something business casual, but not too formal.’

As expected, reality changed without you needing to write it out. You recalled God saying earlier that it was only necessary to write something out for major changes to reality. For minor things, you only had to wish for it. “Alright, I think I’m getting the hang of this.”

You adjusted your red V-neck sweater atop your white shirt and stuck your smartphone into your khakis, then exited the bathroom. Outside, you heard the sounds of light conversation, footsteps, and the occasional rolling of cars. The café was quite nice. It was spacious, permeated with the scent of coffee beans, and not too busy. All in all, it was a lovely little nook of cityscape.

This was Los Angeles, the city where thousands of aspiring models, actors, influencers, artists, tech entrepreneurs, and all kinds of other talents came to risk it all every year. To go big or go broke. You obviously were not in this line up, nor did you have any desire to be, but this was the first place you could think of where you could easily spot some outrageously hot women. It was a little overboard to go all the way across the country just to do some people-watching, but there wasn’t anything stopping you.

Needless to say, you got to see what you came here for. The only people coming to this expensive café were those already in the lap of success. Most of the women had athletic bodies or and some had work done to them. There was an abundance of leggings and tank tops crossing your line of sight. On top of that, your +20% to sexiness made them even hotter. That little bit of extra fat, acne, or skin blemishes faded away.

You took a booth seat and felt distinctly out of place. Everyone here was busy. They were on their laptops doing work, on their phones calling their friends, or rushing out of the café to go about their lives after getting their orders. It was a weekend, but you didn’t doubt that many of the people here were working even in the morning. The hot brunette in a hoodie and jeans on the booth table across from you fit that bill. She had a stylus in her mouth and narrowed eyes, concentrating intensely on her tablet.

You pulled your smartphone out and typed, ‘It is fashionable for women aged 18 and up to expose at least one nipple and their vagina. Society treats this form of dress casually like an ordinary fad without any of the obscenely sexual implications that should follow.’

Ripples flew when you hit save, but when you looked around, nothing had changed. Hmm.. maybe you didn’t word it properly. This time you also remember to attempt to negate any possible negative side effects of your changes.

‘This fad started last month and took the country by storm with its high popularity. It now has 80% adherence and rising. For a woman to wear any amount of clothes now counts as being fully clothed, so wearing skimpy clothes alone cannot have someone stereotyped as a slut. This has led to a significant drop in male on female sexual ****. Underdressed females still feel cold in cold weather, but it never leads to any permanent injury.’

This time when the ripples came, you got your wish and it gave you an instant boner. The brunette across from you was doing the same thing as before, chewing on her stylus in thought, but unlike before, she was exposing much more skin. Instead of a shirt, she wore a cut out bra that fully bared her brown nipples and C-cup tits. Instead of her thick hoodie, she wore a flimsy long sleeve shirt that had a hood, but only covered her arms and back. Her jeans pants had become a denim microskirt that rode high on her waist. The rest of your view was obstructed by her thighs, but you had no doubt she had her pussy exposed in a similar manner as her nipples.

Eyes wide and unblinking, you looked elsewhere and grinned happily. This was heaven! Life was carrying on exactly the same as before, except all the women were dressed like strippers! A petite and bottomless blonde employee walked over to you nervously. All she had on were long black thigh highs that had pockets for her phone and an apron. Neither her nipples or her pussy were visible to you due to the apron, but the entire outfit was delightfully lewd. She squeaked out with a practiced smile, “Um.. sir. Are you going to order..?”

On top of the discomfort of needing to call you out for sitting down without ordering, you realize that your intense staring and lack of eye contact has made her uncomfortable. You recovered your wits and managed to speak to her face rather than her body, “Oh yes. I’ll take a caramel latte.” You wish for cash to appear in your pocket and pull a $20 bill out of your pocket. She must have felt relieved that you didn’t make a scene, because she gave you a disarming smile and cheerfully responded as she took the money, “Sure!”

Her B cup tits bounced freely behind her apron with her response and when she spun around, you could see all of her bare ass. You shouted to her, “Hey, there’s something on the floor right there!”

She stopped and looked at where your hand was pointing, at the tiny piece of white straw wrapping paper on the floor in front of her. Turning around to give you another smile, she politely said, “Thanks.” then bent over to pick it up. The purpose of your nitpicking on the litter, of course, was to get a clear view of her asshole and pussy!

You soaked it up. Her puckered anus and cute, hairless labia looked absolutely delectable. Unlike you, the other men and women around you barely gave her a passing glance. You weren’t sure how it worked, but your consciousness and only yours was aware of how sexually charged women now dressed. Everyone was aware of all the female nudity, but found nothing at all wrong or sexual about it! The woman in the booth across from you snorted softly and commented, “Pervert..”

Shocked, you turned to her and asked, “Me?”

Moving her attention off her tablet, she glanced angrily at you and said with gritted teeth, “All you’re doing is staring at girls! How could you be so sexist?!”

Er.. admittedly, you were being a pervert, but what did she mean by sexism? Your confusion came across clearly enough on your face, so she sighed and explained, as if to a child, “If you’re going to appreciate hot bodies, you should stare at both men and women equally. The human body is a cornucopia of miracles and every aspect of it holds beauty.”

Okay, you understood now. This artsy girl was a little bit off her rocker in the way she expected everyone else to share her seemingly bisexual views. Seeing that she was waiting for a response, you nodded and almost dismissively said, “You’re right. I like your outfit, by the way.”

Having witnessed you going full circle back to ogling her body without a single look at any nearby man, the girl shook her head hopelessly and tried to end the conversation with a “Thanks” before getting back to work.

You looked up at her eyes and sincerely remarked, “I’m serious. Your bra really adds definition to your tits and its off-white color complements your brown nubs perfectly.”

The girl raised her head with surprise and smiled at you. She said, “Spoken like a true aficionado. Maybe you’re not hopeless, after all.” Her cheeks had taken on a slight red from your flattery and it seemed like her opinion of you had improved enough that she was open to further conversation.

Ironically, your lack of social skills allowed you to say shameless things with a straight face that few men (from a normal world) would dare to utter. You could continue the conversation, or end it and head out to explore the city. The barely dressed blonde was already returning with your latte. Now that you thought about it, you sort of left home this morning without any warning. Your mom wasn’t much of a looker, but your sister was a total bombshell. They both would be terribly worried if you vanished from the house without explanation.