Naked on the sidelines

As they began the pageantry, I began to wonder if they really did decide to make me perform naked as they continue to introduce the event, though it may just be a few individuals in the know.

I keep looking about, seeing who may have been looking my way. I wonder if I will catch people staring, and none to my surprise, I do find a few. Many of whom don’t even mind that I caught them in the act. Rather than look away in embarrassment, they keep staring at me for a while. At least one woman stopped and smiled when she was caught in the act, before finally looking away. I looked back at her soon after and found her staring at me once more. I sighed, quite aware of the fact it can’t be helped.

I find myself excited just being there, my own nudity driving my own emotion that much higher for me. It's not long before I hear our group being called out on stage. I let out a sigh, as we make our way to perform for them for real.

This is my last chance not to be a naked cheerleader before a crowd, I think to myself.