Strip Down

The obvious solution presented itself. I was in a clothes store, wearing clothes that were VERY uncomfortable to wear, and making a mess. I could just put on some new clothes! I sighed, reaching for the hem of my shirt before hesitating a bit.

If I stripped down here, I’d have to walk out into the store to find something. And judging by the fact that my bra and panties felt just about as soaked as the rest of my ensemble, I’d have to go out there completely naked. Logically speaking, it shouldn’t have been much of a problem, and I shouldn’t have hesitated. I was alone. It was just a short 20 foot walk to the floor from the back. I would be alone for at least another 50 minutes, before the very earliest of the morning shift would arrive to try and open the store at 7 am. But, I couldn’t help but get a bit embarrassed at the idea of walking out into the store naked. And another feeling… But I tried to ignore it.

I took a deep breath, before continuing to pull the sweater overhead. My thumbs hooked into the waistband of my sweatpants, and pushed them down to the floor, where they landed with a cringe-worthy slap due to the fact that they were still soaked. I stood there for a moment, getting a a little pink in the cheeks before reaching back to unbuckle my bra. The black bra unbuckled and slid off of my shoulders, and joined my other clothes in the growing wet pile. The panties were shoved to the ground, and I took the time to go ahead and slide off my socks and step out of the slip-ons. I took a step forwards, away from my clothes. Butterflies danced in my stomach, as I took another step forward. The feeling of being naked in a place where I’d seen and interacted with everyone else who worked in the store so many times before felt… wrong. But, I couldn’t help but smile. It felt wrong, *but it also felt good*.

I took a few more steps, my hands reaching up to cover myself a bit. The only sound permeating the silence was the heavy rainfall slapping against the roof of the department store, but I could hear my own heartbeat above everything else.

I was leaving my clothes at the door. I knew I should probably scoop them up, and either throw them in a bucket to avoid making a mess, or take them to the drier at the other end of the back storage once I got some clothes on.

I peaked through the window of the door that led to the store, a swinging double door. It was dimly lit, with only about 1 in every 4 lights turned on, and only halfway. I blushed, and could see the glass storefront. It was a large, tall wall of glass that bordered the front of the store. Outside was a mildly flooding parking lot, with not a single car except for my own inside of it. I could see the 5 registers in the back corner, the help desk, the shoes section, the swimwear section, and many other parts of the store. I pushed forward a bit, the door creaking slightly as I walked a single step out the door, unable to stop myself from subconsciously hiding behind it and eyeing around like I’d see anything unexpected.

Most of the clothes we carried were very budget friendly. On principle my friend/boss wouldn’t carry designer brands in house. Just good quality, or good value. And company policy said you could take up to 1 item a month, as long as you brought it to the manager or owner to clear from inventory. I hadn’t taken a single thing in my 6 months of work, so I had plenty of free items make use of to assemble an outfit.

I stepped out, and blushed like mad as I abandoned the solace of the door, officially stepping out into the store. I covered myself with my hands, and managed a heavy, low, awkward laugh. I looked around, considering what to go find first.

I decided to make a checklist. I needed some panties, a bra, socks, shoes, and either a dress and accessory, or top and bottom. 6 Free items could just make a full, complete outfit.

I walked along the main tile floor that ran in a circle around the store, going to all the separate sections in a loop. I shivered, and blushed as the cold tile reminded me of my lack of dress. For practicality, I decided I’d pick out some socks and shoes first. After all, it would be hard to pick out an outfit while my feet were cold, right?

I walked along the loop, and realized with a gulp that the sock section was right at the front of the store on one side, with the shoes sitting in the very center of the front, in plain view of the whole parking lot. I blushed like mad, and my imagination ran wild. I imagined that I locked my clothes in the dressing room, and I had to walk out in front of the whole store to the help desk to get someone to help me. I blushed, and imagined a whole store full of people looking at me, trying to cover myself as I made my way towards the shirts to try and clothe myself. Before I could get carried away, I quickly pushed these thoughts from my mind and focused back on getting dressed.

Finally, I arrived at the socks. It was a waist-high section, so I was going to remain plainly topless while perusing the socks if someone saw me. But I calmed myself, reasoning that the more I hesitated the more I would be at risk of being seen, and started browsing the options.