The Mall

Somewhere with plenty of people, somewhere where you'll be able to see right away if this is even legitimate to begin with or a very elaborate prank...the first place that comes to mind is the central mall not far from your home, a place bustling with activity 24/7. With the dress code (or optional lack thereof) you specified as the new social norm, you'd be able to see if this was true within moments of getting there.

Mind clear with the image of your mall's wide corridors and various shops and stalls, you look to Charles with a nod.

"Got a place in mind, have you?" Charles asks. "Alright then. I'll be opening the door now. The light's gonna be a bit blinding at first, but just will yourself and walk on through, understand?"

Giving him another affirmative nod, he clasps the metal of the silver handle and pulls backwards, slowly swinging the massive door open. It creaks as a powerful light escapes from its depths, engulfing the area and cutting your vision off entirely.

"Remember, lad," you hear Charles speak up as you close your eyes in the shower of light. "Don't overthink things. It's that simple, you hear?"

Unable to see anything around you or confirm your surroundings, you take a step forward and begin walking towards the light...

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"Oh, oh, this cellphone's half off!"

"Okay, so, like, you won't believe what he said the other night...!"

"Honey, I'm at the mall right now. What did you want again?"

Opening your eyes, you see that you're in the middle of the biggest mall in town, just as you visualized. People are going about their business like any other day. Yes, it's the hour for peak activity in this busy center of commerce, with droves of people drifting by your naked self, their tits, cocks and balls bouncing...

...hold on. What was that?

Rubbing your eyes and looking down on yourself, you confirm that not a single scrap of cloth is covering your body. Of all the other adults milling about, a good quarter are proudly displaying their tits, pussies, cocks and balls, and asses to the world through holes in their dresses, blouses and skirts, or shirts and pants that haven't been cut out haphazardly as an afterthought, but have been worked into the design, with another quarter as naked as you are. The rest have forgone only the top or bottom part completely.

Well...shit.

Your mind quickly begins to race about just how Charles and this "doctor" fellow could have actually accomplished anything like this (maybe by waving his magical techno-wand and exclaiming "Allons-y!"?), but you remember the foreign gentleman's words of advice: don't think about it too hard. That advice would also apply to the fact that you were just in a strange hallway and now you are standing in the middle of the mall with no door near you. In fact, the nearest door is several dozen feet away. That door clearly does not lead into a mysteriously placed hallway in a random warehouse somewhere.

You pick a direction and start walking. It is a bit disconcerting to be walking around completely naked, but you suppose it would be stranger to be wearing your usual clothes while everyone else is either actually naked or basically so. As you near the food court, you see a naked woman heading toward you. You don't yet recognize her, but she seems very familiar to you.

As she gets closer, you realize that she is not actually naked, but is wearing a see-through dress that still cuts under her breasts to expose them fully and stops way short of her mound in the front and cheeks in the back. The skirt is basically just two flaps of fabric hanging down on either side of her hips. You try to think where you know her from.

"Hey, John, is that you?! It's been years since I saw you! Wow. You have really shot up. What are you, six feet tall now?"

"Hey...uh..."

"It's me, Beth. We were in middle school together."

It suddenly dawns on you as to where you know her from. She was the only other person in middle school who was into the stuff you were into. She was like a little sister to you. Whenever she needed someone to comfort her, you were there for her. The same was true when you needed a shoulder to cry on. You were there for her when her father moved out to live with his new wife. She was there when your mother had chemo for breast cancer. You two used to be very close. At least, until you went to high school. After that, you both kind of stopped talking to each other.

"Beth! Hey. How have you been?"

"Pretty good. I'm a nurse now."

"Oh yeah? Cool."

"Yeah. I mostly deal with scrapes and cuts. I work at the elementary school."

"Nice. You...um...you're looking good," finding it difficult to not stare at her exposed, attractive figure. "A bit more of you than I ever remember seeing, especially in such a public place. You barely showed so much as a shoulder in school."

She gives you a very confused look as she tilts her head to one side slightly.

"What on Earth are you talking about? Why would I ever cover up my assets? You know I've always taken care to expose them properly even when I do wear something," she comments, beginning to look concerned as she stands on her tippy toes to put the back of her hand against your forehead. "No fever...are you OK, John? I know it's been a while, but I know you'd never say something as silly as that."

You suddenly realize what you implied in your statement "Yeah. Sorry. It's just been a bit of a strange morning."

"Oh," she says with relaxation as her concern reverses back to joy. "I was a little worried there for a second."

She grabs your hand and starts to drag you towards the west wing of the mall. You have no idea where she is taking you, but the view is lovely enough that, for the moment, you really don't care. Looking around, you see that the new social norms of this reality are reflected in your surroundings. In your old world, the shops around you now were clothing stores, among other things. They are here as well, but many of the clothes sold here now would not have been called that before the changes you commissioned. Tvideo stores have changed as well. Now they seem to be adult video stores. The vast majority of them seem to feature the most explicit porn you have ever seen. You glance into the window of some of these stores and what you see really surprises you. The vast majority of the displays in the windows of these stores consist of anatomically correct mannequins.

"Beth, where are we going exactly?" you ask as you pass the fifth porn store in five minutes.

She doesn't even slow down as she giggles in response to your question. "You'll see, silly."

You sigh softly as she finally begins to slow down. You see what could be her destination. She seems to be dragging you toward the largest salon in the mall. You have never really been into getting your and nails done, but you are hardly in a position to argue at the moment. She has a pretty tight grip on your hand. You resign yourself to being dragged into a beauty salon. A few moments later, however, you realize that this "salon" is actually not only about improving a person's looks.

It all looks very enticing and you could use a trim just about everywhere, but a skeptical part of you still needs confirmation of what to another, more primal part of you seems painfully obvious.