The Optometrist

Sabrina almost couldn't believe this was happening to her. As she un-clipped her seat-belt and swung her legs out of the car she felt a cold pit of embarrassment in her stomach. This wasn't like her unexpected school streak this morning. She hadn't been aware of that until Missy had pointed it out, and afterwards she hadn't been given time to think. No, this time she knew she was leaving a safe place without clothing and going into the public.

She jumped as the car door slammed behind her. She'd been so lost in thought she hadn't even realised she'd left the car. Wordlessly she followed her mother towards the open optometrist's door. She caught sight of herself in the window's reflection and realised that she was only covering her breasts. She quickly corrected herself, using her arm to cover her chest and dropping her other hand onto her crotch. Then she stepped inside.

The front room was a mixture of glasses store and waiting room. Hundreds of pairs of glasses adorned the walls on racks while bespectacled supermodels smiled at her from posters spread evenly around the room. A trio of hard, plastic chairs sat next to a closed door marked "Dr. Nurash", and were occupied by a startled looking old man wearing a blue face mask and a serious looking businesswoman glaring at Sabrina over a black cloth face mask. Sabrina looked away, blushing. Next to the front door was a waist-high reception desk, behind which sat a dark haired woman in her thirties who was wearing a black face mask too. Even though her face was half-covered the shock was still evident on her face as Sabrina and her mother approached.

"What the fuck?!" The receptionist breathed.

"Excuse me, but I would like to make an immediate appointment." Her mother said. "As you can see, my daughter did not see that she left the house naked this morning."

"The only clothes we sell are glasses, Madam." the receptionist replied. "I don't think they're going to provide the coverage she needs."

"No no, you don't understand - I think there's something wrong with her eyes."

"There's something wrong with her outfit! I must ask you both to leave! Your daughter is dressed inappropriately!"

"See mom?" Sabrina cut in. "Let's just go home, get my clothes, and we'll come back later!"

Ignoring Sabrina, her mother said to the receptionist "I would like to see your store's dress code policy."

"Our dress code? We haven't got one! We don't need one!"

"If you don't have a dress code then it's impossible for my daughter to be inappropriately dressed."

"Unfortunately," a man's voice said "She is right."

Sabrina turned towards the source of the voice, which had come from the Doctor's office. A dark skinned Indian man with grey hair, glasses, and a blue face mask was standing in the doorway. He was also wearing a white doctor's coat and a suit underneath.

The receptionist said "But, Doctor Naresh, she's-"

"Yes, yes. I know. But Ms. Davis is correct. We don't have a dress code so, legally, we cannot enforce one. Although," he said, glaring at Sabrina's mother. "I can assure you that this will change after today."

"So you can see my daughter?" Sabrina's mother asked.

"I think everyone can." he replied. "But yes. You will have to join the queue, however. Mr. Dinkton, you're first I believe."

The old man's gaze hadn't left Sabrina for a second. "That's, ah, that's okay Doc. I'm happy to wait."

"Yes, but think how much more detail you'll be able to see with a new prescription." The Doctor suggested.

Reluctantly the old man got up from his seat and hobbled into the doctor's office. The door closed shut behind them, leaving the four women alone in the store. The receptionist banged a clipboard onto the reception desk.

"Okay then. Please take a seat and fill this in." She snapped.

Sabrina's mother led her daughter over to the seats. The plastic felt uncomfortable against her bare buttocks but it was better than standing up and drawing attention to herself. She found the clipboard and a pen being thrust into her line of sight.

"You can fill this in." Her mother said to her.

"Could you do it?" Sabrina asked. "I would rather keep my hands free."

"I'm sorry, but I need to go buy something while we're waiting."

"You're leaving me here?" Sabrina demanded.

"Only for a few minutes. I'll be back before you see the Doctor."

Without another word of explanation her mother walked out of the optometrist leaving Sabrina alone and naked with an angry receptionist and a business woman doing her best to ignore her. Sabrina crossed her legs and rested the clipboard on top of her thighs. With one arm draped across her chest, she used her free hand to fill in the form. She had just reached the address section when a square of blue material was dropped on top of it. It was a face mask. Sabrina looked up to find the receptionist standing over her.

"We might not have clothing laws, but face masks are mandatory, you know." the woman said.

"Th-thanks." Sabrina replied. Then a sudden thought struck her. "Could I have a second one?"

"Oh. Right. For your mother."

The receptionist dumped another one on top of the clipboard and returned to her desk, but Sabrina had other plans for the second mask. She quickly put one of the masks on her face as normal, and then gave the spare mask a tentative stretch. It seemed fairly strong, but would it work? Only one way to find out. Placing the clipboard down beside her, Sabrina bend forwards in her seat and placed one of her shoes through the mask's ear strap. It was a bit tight, but she was able to **** it through to her ankle. She then did the same with her other foot and the other strap. She pulled the mask up to her knees, at which point she was **** to stand and pull it the rest of the way. It worked! The straps were digging into her thighs but the square of material was covering her pussy. Okay it wasn't much but it was one less thing for her to cover.

Her self-congratulation was cut short as the door to the doctor's office opened, and the old man from earlier stepped out. Sabrina realised she was now standing there with her tits and ass on display. She covered her chest and threw herself back into her seat.

"Mrs. Aurton please." the doctor said.

The woman sitting next to Sabrina gathered her things and made her way towards the office. The old man shuffled over to the counter.

"The doc said I don't need a specialised prescription," the old man said quickly. "But he said I can buy a pair of 2-A's from the shelf and that will do me nicely. Where are they please?" His gaze moved towards Sabrina and then back to the receptionist. "Quickly, if you don't mind. I have something I need to see and I don't know how long it will be here."

"This way, sir." The receptionist said, and lead the old man towards one of the shelves.

Sabrina did her best to ignore him as she filled out the rest of the form. Minutes passed, during which the old man stood not far away and tried out every pair of 2-A glasses while staring at Sabrina. Eventually the form was completed, and Sabrina was **** to stand, walk to the reception desk, and place the form down before returning to the relative safety of her seat. She kept her legs crossed, her chest covered with her hands, and she leaned forwards to hide as much as possible. Now that she didn't have the form to fill in, Sabrina found her gaze moving towards the large store window looking out onto the strip mall's parking lot. She wished it hadn't. She'd been so busy with the form that she hadn't had a chance to properly survey her surroundings but now she could see how openly on display the store was. It was a small comfort to remember how reflective the window had been from the outside, but from where she sat it was painfully clear that all that stood between her nudity and the outside world was a thin pane of glass. The caress of the air conditioning and the rough plastic of the chair against her bare skin gave her a constant reminder that she was, indeed, naked.

Her mother returned a few minutes later carrying a shopping bag. At almost the exact same moment the Doctor's door opened and the business woman from earlier stepped out.

"Okay then," The Doctor announced. "Sabrina, if you and your mother could step inside please."

Sabrina got to her feet, still covering her breasts and relying on the mask to cover her crotch. Her mother looked down and raised an eyebrow.