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Adjusting your crotch a bit you grab your keys and your wallet. Absently, you rub your cock a bit as you leave the house. You lock the door behind you and head to your car. Passing the trash at the curb, you notice several bags labelled "my clothes". That triggers a vague memory that you know was not there before. You can almost recall there being a news report a couple of weeks ago about a new law being enacted. It was something about not wearing...something. The memory is a bit hazy and almost seems to be from another place. You put it out of your mind for the moment. The bag of clothes _does _explain your total lack of anything to wear in your dresser. The next puzzle is the location of the dresser itself. At least it is a puzzle until you see the large pile of wood in your back yard. You realize you must have disassembled the dresser at some point recently. You wonder why you would have done that, but don't think too much about it.

Getting in your car, you start the engine then pull out of your driveway. You drive toward the highway as you listen to the radio. The guy on the radio is reading the news. Currently, he is talking about the new world-wide ban on clothing. Hearing this you turn the radio up a bit. It strikes you as rather coincidental that you had been thinking about that very law as you walked out to your car.

"...The deadline finally arrived yesterday at 5 PM local time. People all over the world have been seen protesting ever since and there have been hundreds of arrests in dozens of countries. The worst rioting it seems is actually in the wealthiest countries. France, England, and parts of Germany are under martial law as those governments try to reestablish order. Here at home, few people have been happy about the law, but it seems Americans are, for once, showing their ability to adapt to anything with peaceful acceptance. It just goes to show the kind of society we can have if we stop acting like we are the biggest baddest folks around. The president stated this morning in an address to the world that the US would help in any way we could. So far no response from our allies and our enemies have essentially ignored us.

Turning to lighter news..."

At this point, you tune the radio out as you have a lot on your mind. You wonder what the world will be like now that clothing has gone the way of the dinosaurs. As you drive on, you begin to remember your dream. You suddenly slam on your brakes (much to the chagrin of the driver behind you) and grin as the possibilities spring forth in your mind. Shaking your head after a moment to clear the cobwebs, you realize you are blocking traffic. You pull away from your impromptu traffic stop and look for some place to get some breakfast as you forgot to eat anything before leaving the house. Pulling into the parking lot of the next BK you come across, you stop your car in a space near the front door, get out, lock it and head inside the building. Looking around you in mild shock, you can see a number of people sitting eating and/or chatting. None of them is wearing a single item of clothing. Oddly, the few single people in the place seem almost as confused as you.

You order something from the breakfast menu and find a seat as you await your order. You use the time to think about what happened in your dream. The voice told you that you could create a world that would be however you wanted it to be, but there would be some type of catch. This world had the catch that you had seen when you entered your "parameters" for this world. That seemed to indicate that you could also hope that your choice of "modification" was probably also true. You figure there is only one way to find out if that is true. Scanning the room, you spot several possible candidates.