Wear the holo clothes for now

"I guess I've exposed myself enough for one day." Monica replied. "I'll keep these on for now and maybe get changed in a bathroom or something."

"Excellent." Rachel replied. "Thank you, ladies, for your custom today. If you have any problems or concerns please feel free to return to us."

After slipping on her shoes, Monica followed her mother out of the store. It felt surreal. When she looked down at herself, Monica saw a black leotard emblazoned with a golden crest covering her body. She moved her arms up and down, and she could see the folds in the material reacting to her movement. But every sense other than sight was telling her that she was naked. There was no weight to her clothing, no protection from the mall's air conditioning. With every step she took she could feel bits of herself jiggling freely without the support of clothing. She eyed the bag that her mother was carrying containing her only real clothing and worried that she might have made the wrong decision.

"Okay then dear," her mother said "We can stop off at a bathroom for you to get changed, but I think that we should stop off for a coffee first."

"What?!" Monica exclaimed. "But... but I'm indecent."

"You look decent enough to me." she replied with a shrug. "Besides, it will do you good to try and get used to this place before school starts. At least a little bit. I don't want your studies affected just because you're distracted by your classmates. Now, where on earth would I find the coffee shop?"

Perhaps it was her nudity heightening her senses and making her mind work overtime, but Monica remembered to cover her eyes a fraction of a second before a pillar of white light appeared before them.

"Damn it!" her mother swore. "Not this again!"

After a few minutes the Guider left them standing outside a very ordinary looking coffee shop. The sign out front read 'Olde Worlde Coffee Shoppe - Enjoy coffee in a cup, the way our ancestors did!'. This rather begged the question how people of the future drank their coffee, but Monica felt as though she wouldn't want to hear the answer. This world was strange enough as it was.

The chairs and tables for the coffee shop spread out across a small area inside the mall, and was cordoned off by hologram signs bearing the shop's name. Monica sat at one of the tables, feeling the cold wood against her bare behind, while her mother went inside to order. The bag containing her clothing was left beneath the table. Monica looked down at it for assurance, and as she did she noticed an instruction manual for the holo clothes wedged into the bag. She pulled the manual out and began to read.

The instructions seemed fairly straight forward. On each bracelet there were letters to explain which appendage the bracelet was intended for - so "L W" meant "left wrist", for example - and they were supposed to be worn so that the wearer, when looking down at them, would see the letters the correct way up. There were warnings not to wear the items on the wrong limb, or wear them upside down, or else they might cease to function. Monica turned the page, and began to read the instructions about recharging and battery life.

"Excuse me." a woman's voice said.

Monica looked up to see a middle aged woman with shoulder-length brown hair standing over her. She was as naked as everybody else, with saggy tits and a disgusting looking belly.

"Yes?" Monica asked nervously.

"I think I've dropped my purse under your table - do you mind if I have a look?"

"Oh, sure! Go right ahead!"

Monica lifted her feet so that she was sitting on the chair cross-legged, and carried on reading the manual as the woman fumbled under the table.

"Got it, thanks." she said, and walked away. Monica mumbled a "No worries", but was too engrossed by the book to look up. A few minutes later, Monica's mother returned with a tray bearing two cups of coffee. After placing them on the table, she looked underneath it.

"Um, Monica? Where is the bag with your clothes in it?"

"What?" Monica asked. She peered under the table which, sure enough, was distinctly bag-less. "What's happened to it?"

"That's what I'm asking you!" her mother retorted. "You were sitting here. Didn't you see anyone go under the table?"

"Oh! That woman! She said she'd dropped her purse, and..."

"Oh you silly girl! That must have been a distraction while she stole it! The receipt was in that bag too!"

"I'm sorry mom! I didn't think... damn it. So what am I going to do for clothing now?"

"You'll just have to go home in that thing."

"Oh great. Go back into our Namish town wearing nothing but a hologram. Can this get any worse?"