Tammy's second naked day.

Tammy crashed a soon as she got home. The coffee was not enough to abate her exhaustion. Jaime and Andrew were long gone to school when mom woke me up at 10. "wake up daughter, time to find employment" she said as she opened the blinds to my blanket-less hovel of a room. "Mom, who is going to hire a naked woman!" I hollered, throwing my only remaining pillow over my face. "If the internet is any indication, a lot of people." she said surprisingly nonchalantly given the fact she just suggested her daughter become a professional whore. I flailed in frustration before getting up and moving to the shower. After my shower I glanced at my phone. A text notification from my best friend Mia filled the screen. "Girl, did Jason really see you naked at the good-will?" I responded with a quick frown emoji. At some point I was going to have to let my friends know about my unfortunate situation. I had a bowl of oatmeal at the table. This is when my mother dropped some terrible news. "You will fill out 2 applications a day until you are hired." I just stared at her. "You want me to apply...... in the nude.... to jobs!?" "I'm not asking," she said off offhandedly "and at least put some makeup on and fix your hair. No need to neglect your face just because you are naked." I couldn't imagine the ridiculousness. I just glared at her in shock, before stomping back upstairs to paint my face and brush and dry my hair. "This would be easier if I at least had a towel!" I shouted at the incredulous woman. I tried to focus on makeup in lighter more innocent tones. No red luscious for me. Just pink light and glossy. I hoped it would at least make me look more like a nudist than a whore. A naked woman walking into a place of business and requesting employment. I had a resume prepared in a black leather folder that I kept important papers in. A pretty useless resume detailing high school education, a few waitressing jobs, and community college courses. I guess that wasn't that important since I doubt those were the "credentials" anyone would be looking at. "Fuck it," I said under my breath as I carried the folder downstairs. The big pane window in the living room exposing me to the street did not seem to matter when I was about to leave the safety of indoors. I sighed. With my phone in one hand and my folder in the other, there wasn't much room for covering. I did my best by crossing my for arm across my chest and basically shoving the phone into my crotch. I awkwardly twisted the front door handle and stepped outside.

The weather was thankfully warm and clear, and the sun warmed my skin. A gentle breeze tickled my skin, and when I started walking, the coarse concrete under the soles of my feet were a stark contrast, as I padded up the path and onto the side walk. I just stared at my feet, and moved forward with a quick pace. I was going to be seen. Might as well just cover and move. No need to try to be sneaky I guess. My first goal was a gas station nearby, and I figured next could be the bookstore, just a few blocks further. They were the closest destinations. "Nice outfit Tammy!" I heard from nearby. They knew my name so it was undoubtedly a neighbor. "Thanks." I mumbled, not stopping or even looking up to verify the owner of the voice.

About 20 catcalls, and a dozen shutter sounds later I arrived at the pumps of my first stop. A young man my age was pumping gas a few feet away from the door. His eyes memorized every inch of me that I wasn't obstructing with my hands. I thought about covering my hind quarters once I passed him, but I was more worried about someone inside seeing my vagina, so he got a free show of me walking away quite close. I was blushing heavily when I shouldered open the cold glass and steel swinging doors. The instant hit of the AC on my sun warmed body sent a chill up my spine and I felt goose bumps popping up all over my body.

The store seemed thankfully uncrowded, but a man filling an ice cup and the counter attendant quickly took notice of me. I blushed. Even though I'd been seen naked by nearly 30 people I guessed on the way, I was now intentionally entering a building on business. Ignoring the guy at the soda machine, I approached the counter. A young woman at the counter. Her eyes were as wide as saucers, and her chin hung as low from her face as possible. Facing her I stammered, "Are yy- *gulp* you, hhhhiring?" She didn't answer for what seemed like an eternity, merely gazing at me, jaw agape, and eyes bugging.