The Reality of a Nudity Curse

James first instinct was to try and contact Rebecca to apologise for whatever his transgression was and to beg her to remove this humiliating affliction before anyone got to see him like this. He wasn't sure how long that would be. He could excuse himself from work for a few days easily enough, or work from home and keep the camera switched off or above the neckline on work calls. He had enough food and supplies at his place to last a good while and any social engagements could be cancelled. That could probably buy him a week or so to persuade the witch to reverse her spell.

The only problem was he apparently needed to spend an hour outside in daylight every day. He wasn't sure what would happen if he didn't but it seemed the curse was very real and it's instructions should be taken seriously if he ever wanted to wear clothes again. It was early in the day at least, which gave him maybe another ten hours or so of daylight to attenot get the curse removed. The problem was, in the late afternoon as people left work he knew things would get busier, and if he failed he might find himself having to venture out in public at the worst possible time.

James hurriedly sent a very apologetic message to Rebecca on the dating app they had met on. He tried to send her a text too, but discovered her number had seemingly vanished from his phone. Mysterious, but hardly as surprising as the rest of his situation.

James quickly dashed around his apartment ensuring all curtains were fully clothed then turned the heating up to better accomodate his nakedness. He then sat on his couch and kept glancing at his phone intermmitently, hoping for a positive response from the witch. Forgetting himself, he placed a cushion over his cock and balls to feel a little less odd and exposed before that promptly vanished. Moments later his phone buzzed. Rebecca had sent him a message.