The First to Go

"Now, Tammi...," Lizzie felt like she had to talk her over-excited friend down. "Women are learning to live with being nude--"

"Naked! I refuse to be naked!" And she hurried over to the mobile rack and grabbed at a dress that looked as it would cover her the most.

On the way back to the dressing room, she had to drop it, her hands itching and burning so much!

"I'll take what I'm wearing!" she announced as she headed for the boutique's door. "Put it on my tab!"

She didn't reach it before she just had to reach under her skirt and pull down her panties. "It's the lingerie that's the worse!"

"I'll undo your bra," Lizzie told her, doing just that. "It doesn't go with a plunging back anyway."

Now with only an halter dress with a mid-thigh hem, Tammi shoved the door open and headed to where her car was parked. On she walked, itching only when she could absolutely not ignore it, or when she felt like she might tear her skin and ruin its perfection.

"Look, Tammi. See? There are nudes all around," Lizzie said, keeping pace.

It was true. According to news, statistics were saying that 35% (and growing) of women were infected with the dis-ease with fabrics. There were women and girls (none under 18) of all ages, figures and skin complexions and shades out there in the birthday suits. And most all were at least a C cup. (Not that they could wear C cups any more.) Some of them still showed signs of having recently tried to wear something in being red, spotted or rashed.

"All that cellulite!" Tammi said in disapproval.

But there was one bright spot for her. "Shoulder bags! Shoes! Jewelry! They have accessories! There's fashion hope!"

"Uh, oh!" Lizzie stifled a cry. "There's a naked man!"

"Naked, not nude? Women can't be naked, but men--" Tammi stopped when she looked at the mildly potbellied man with an a hardon that had to be at least seven inches.

The most bothering parts of her were where her bra and panties had touched. And those were the prime erogenous zones. The itching around her cooch felt like it couldn't be taken care of by simple scratching. Seeing the cock increased her sex's irritation. It's leaking lubricant did not act like a soothing balm.

Being young, her first impulse was to change direction for the man with the cock that looked so satisfying.