Suprising Results

Doing my best to exude confidence now, even as I feel uncertain, as I stand naked before so many. Letting out a breath I didn't even know I was holding in, I force my shoulders down, pausing before speaking up, "Ok, thank you for the rundown."

She smirks at me, closely looking over my exposed curves, "Sure thing... I'm still getting first dibs at your clothes though, right?", her voice light and teasing. I smirk back, giggling, nodding once at her candour, providing a bit of levity, even at my expose, when I found my concerns growing about even having a job.

Nodding back, "If I manage to get through this unscathed, sure.", and walk toward my boss's office. I wait before the door a moment, feeling the weight of it all, even though I was not wearing anything on me at all. Holding my hand up to knock, I freeze in place, my gaze falling now to my exposed bosom and nipples, and then to the office, wondering how many are, even now seeing them exposed before them, and what the future may have in store.

Telling myself waiting won't change it, I knock at the door once, then twice. Without a pause, I hear his voice booming from within, "Enter!" I open the door, even as I feel anxious about something other than my clothes, though given how long I've been going about without a sinch of clothes on, that is less surprising than I would have expected when I first got this job.

Walking in, I force myself to move with more confidence than I felt. I soon caught sight of him, smiling back at me, standing up from his desk. "Ah, Bridget, back again! I've heard you've gone on quite an adventure for us,", to which I nod back, still at least somewhat self-conscious of how exposed I'm right now, even if my concerns come from wanting to keep my job, not from my abundant lack of anything on just now.

Not daring to speak up, I nod once more, seeing his amused smile, and allowing myself to relax at the sight, still worried about what may happen next, "You do know by now that the observational period should have ended after one day, right? You needn't have gone beyond the airport."

He pauses, steepening his fingers, as he waits for me to speak, and, surprisingly, smiling at me, leaving me keenly aware of my exposure even more than when I was out in the office. "Yes, sir... I do now, sir."

His smile grows. "Yes, well, good. Don't worry, you're not in trouble. In fact, He sent back quite the glowing review of your conduct during his time with him. You made quite the impression. Apparently, you had such an impact that his secretary now works naked, too.

I smirk at that, not speaking or doing anything to interrupt, holding myself still, even as I felt my nakedness more than ever. It seems rather pleasant, actually. "It's also given quite a positive PR for our hospital. For that matter, for our bottom line. Thus, you will still be paid for your time with our... patient. There will be a few conditions, however. They insisted, actually."

I blink several times in rapid succession... "The insisted?" What is going on here, I wonder, as he pauses once more, and I nod before risking speaking up, even as I hold myself still, feeling dampness between my legs grow, leaving me a bit more than a little self-aware just then. "What... What are these conditions?"

He smiles back, a pleasant smile glowing from his face. "Glad you ask, my dear. For starters, once you're done here, apparently you've been requested to become a 'live long nudist'". Also, your coworker and neighbour has a stated interest in going through your collection for anything she'd like to keep."

I smile, caught by surprise to be told I'm expected to go on from here, and agree to never wear clothes again, though all the same, that still seems a better choice than losing my job, and thus my livelihood. Besides, I'm going about naked for this long, so I've gotten at least some practice, right?

Smirking, he looks me over now, though he could just be thinking, as soon as he resumes, "There will be a rider placed on it, as once you've arranged that, the shoppe owner has requested you return to serving a bit longer as, what did he call it, a living mannequin? Apparently you're quite a popular sight here. Trying to get them to guess whether you are real or not is something of a sport they put on for their guests. Now, if you agree to all that, welcome back to work. I know thats a bit to ask but..."

Resisting the urge to sigh at that, my mind racing at everything that's just come up, I find myself suddenly declaring, unsure if it's from my nerves or not daring to let such an offer, which felt at the moment far better then I'd hoped for, and shout out, "I'd love to, sir!"

He stopped speaking as I shouted it out loud, putting out his hand to shake. My mind still reeling from it all, I reach out my right arm and shake on it. It lasts just a moment, but seems to last an eternity before he shakes his head, "Never know what to expect with you. Well, welcome back. Tiffany can assist you with the rest. See ya around... All of you, and your lovely exposed curves. Take care."

I glance over his way, tilting my head slightly to one side in surprise at what he just added, before nodding, seeing him pointing to the exit. I manage to smile back, even giggling at it all, "Yes, sir. Thank...Thank you, sir!" I declare, before swiftly turning and walking out the door, barely closing it behind me, and find myself outside of the office.

Taking a breath, I find myself surprised how well that went, even as I find myself thinking about how much I was enjoying my exposure right there, as Tiffany turns in her chair to face me, "Ready for our trip? I take it he laid it out for you, and how you get to keep your job?"

I smile back, my mind understanding she likely already knew, and was hinting at it, in her way, and in her own interests. "Yes, though it instweresting how both of their ... desires impact it all."

She laughs at that, then sounds smug and casual all at once. I catch sight of other office workers,m looking, glancing at me and commenting, though to quitly to pick up what is being said. Tiffasny rolls her eyes, her smile grows before she speaks up, and all the while surrounded by clothes... a reminder of what I've agreed never to wear... well, unless I'm allowed to wear something while standing in a shop's window as a living mannequin. Anyway. I can't laugh at the thought of it all.

I catch her staring at me, casually smug before declaring, "Well, It's time for lunch anyway. You're buying, by the way. SO, I hope you're hungry." With that, she gets up slowly, placing a hand on the small of my back, as she states, "After you, my dear. You may as well get used to being so dressed here, my naked nymph."

I nod back, smirking, even as I remember making one secretary accidentally a nudist, and as we walk, if I should try on her, too. The thought quickly leaves my mind as we walk along through the narrow corridors of the office area, past glass-sided meeting rooms and through the waiting area, and I'd swear she's leading me through as public an area as possible. We're greeted by wolf whistles and cat calls the moment we enter the guest-focused areas, though she simply smiles at these sounds.

From here, she walks us out into the lot, and somehow manages to make my nakedness even more exposed than even moments before. We get into her car, and as we're off, I find my mind racing at what I've already agreed to. Am I a nudist now? WHAT?!?