I panic, and then run

"I...I need to go," I eventually said, rushing past her and grabbing my purse before going out the door, my blanket still wrapped tight around my torso.

When I'm out there, I immediately noticed the cool air of the hallway. It flowed up my blanket and tickled parts of me that I was so used to being covered, causing me to shiver slightly.

With no shoes on my feet, I padded along the hardwood floors of the hall, flinching at every creak in the floorboards for fear of someone coming up behind me and seeing me like...well...this. Even if it was, supposedly, normal now.

Getting on the elevator, I took a moment to compose myself. Just try to act normal, and get some answers.

Except, who could I even talk to about this? If everyone was like Nicole, then me even asking about clothes might make them think I'd completely lost it.

I'm pulled out of these thoughts by the elevator making a quiet ding before opening up to reveal the empty lobby to my building. After looking both ways to make sure no one was actually there, I quickly moved across the room and towards the exit, pushing the door open and stepping out onto the sidewalk. Once I did, though, the full weight of my situation set in.

Nude bodies as far as the eye could see. Men, women, tall, short, young, old, muscular, skinny, black, white, and everything in between. And not a single one of them with a stitch of clothing on.

Most of the people I could see were going about their mornings as if nothing was wrong. Others were casually groping themselves or people standing next to them. Others still were engaging in more overt sexual acts, such as kissing, oral sex, or even full on sex.

I kept rubbing my eyes to make sure I wasn't going crazy. I began slowly walking down the street, holding my blanket tight to my frame. At one point, I closed my eyes tight, hoping I'd wake up from a dream as I opened them. But, it's no use. This was my reality.

As I walked along, I felt a tap on my shoulder. Turning around, I saw a man standing behind me, probably around my own age, looking confused as his eyes scan my body.

"I'm sorry to bother you," he said. "But...why are you covering yourself with a blanket?"

"Oh, uh..." I stammered, unable to take my eyes off his cock for a few moments. It sat at about half hardness, a decent amount of pubic hair surrounding it at the base. "I'm just...having kind of a weird day, you know? Just feeling a little stressed."

"Yeah, I get that," he nodded in somewhat understanding. He then took a small step towards me and placed a hand on my hip. "Do you maybe need someone to help you...relax?"