The Room

Desperation taking over sense, Samantha walked to the edge of the empty laundry room. She decided she would try to run back into the room, and either have Tiffany think of a plan, or at least hide out in safety. Tiffany was asleep, so it would be difficult to try and get into her room. She knew she couldn't just pound on the door to wake Tiffany up, the noise would attract too much attention, but she hoped that a little noise would awaken Tiffany, and if she was lucky, no one else.

As she gazed up and down the hallway at least two dozen times, she was completely sure it was clear of people. No noise, or robots, just complete peace and quiet. Samantha was starting to wonder if the hotel even had that many guests. She didn't blame anyone at this point, not after all the hassle the hotel had given Samantha and Tiffany. Others would surely be dealing with this, and Samantha had a feeling that, in another life, she'd be dealing with some even crazier options she couldn't even imagine.

Samantha sighed. "I'm stalling." She indeed was, trying to come up with any sort of idea to avoid this. It WAS safer to wait, but something clicked in Samantha. She recalled the nudists she had researched on the plane, and one of her takeaways was confidence. No matter where they were, or what they were doing, they seemed so confident to be nude. Maybe that wasn't true, and that plenty of them would be just as embarrassed as she is now. And even if it was true, Samantha didn't think she could really muster that kind of bravado to stride to her apartment. "But if I want the safety of my room, I have to."

And so, despite fear coursing through her, and a part of her mind screaming to be more careful, she closed her eyes, clutched her body tighter, and stepped out of the laundry room.

She waited several seconds, expecting roars of anger and disapproval to come from nowhere. But realistically, nothing. She was safe. She opened her eyes, and saw the hallway was still empty. Her ears had yet to hear a noise. The only harm she was causing was to herself, so she removed the taut grip on her body. She...was safe. And knowing that she was safe sent waves of relief swimming through her body. Samantha was naked, in public, and was not in any danger. 'This isn't really nudism...maybe it's exhibitionism?', she thought. 'But whatever this is, it feels good. Nice.' A smile formed on Samantha's face, genuine and pleased.

Arms once tightly latched onto her biceps to hide her breasts, now fell to rest hanging, and Samantha felt more natural, and comfortable. 'I don't know if I get it, but I think I'm okay with this.' Still, as much as she appreciated this moment, she let reality come back for her. She still needed to get to her room. A part of Samantha wanted to walk confidently to the room and knock proudly on the door, but she was still suffering from nerves. Samantha assumed the hotel was not going to be accepting of her first foray into streaking, so she'd have to be quick. Thus she carefully and quietly ran to her room, thankful she hadn't forgotten the room number.

Her journey wasn't far, but she took longer since she kept trying to hide behind pillars and outcroppings. A walk that only should have taken a few seconds was extended out to a couple of minutes, with brief moments of running and several moments of hiding. She recalled earlier she thought she'd have been better off walking to the laundry room naked, but having to run back to her room clothed felt quite embarrassing. Still, Samantha preferred not feeling so dirty, and she did feel a thrill that she hadn't felt in a long time, if ever at all. The lack of clothing, the poor types of cover, the locked out situation, the noises coming from a nearby room, the blasts of air conditioning she'd feel as she passed by vents, she felt the appeal.

Once at the room, fear began to overtake Samantha. She would be making noise now, and she had no way of knowing if people were going to be able to hear it. She only needed Tiffany to hear it, so she began some light knocking, hoping she'd hear somehow. 'Please, hear me, sister...'

After a minute or two of silence, Samantha's worries grew. Tiffany could just be asleep, or she could be hurt, or ignoring her, or even stuck. After all, she was committing to the pet thing, maybe she couldn't reach the door knob. Samantha wondered on that, so with a quick glance to make sure she still had privacy, she got on her hands and knees and pretended to be a pet, reaching for the knob. It seemed pretty simple, even if Tiffany had to stretch for a bit. 'Though, a pet wouldn't do this, right?' Samantha thought to herself. She sat like a dog and tried to think about the lack of attention from her sister.

It took a few moments, but the thought donned on Samantha that she had now taken on the 'petgirl' poses her sister had been doing. Being on her hands and knees, sitting like a dog, she was acting like the petgirl her sister wanted to be! Even more embarrassed than before, she quickly picked herself up. She was surprised she had so easily fallen into that form, but Samantha had to imagine she was just influenced by seeing her sister like that all day yesterday. After all, it had only taken a bit of nudist conversation from Tiffany to make her curious about nudism, and she was basically trying it now...willingly, to her surprise.

'I wish I could say this was all **** on me, but I guess no one really made me get...naked in the laundry room, or run to my room, or pose like a pet.' Samantha realized she was more open to experimentation than she would have imagined, but she also knew that she didn't want to get thrust into these roles so quickly. Though, at least she was feeling comfortable with her streaking, provided it ended soon. She actually felt forlorn at that thought, but reevaluated. 'Maybe that's for the best I guess. I don't think I'd have ever tried this stuff if I wasn't put into these awkward situations.' In a strange sense, Samantha felt an urge to thank her sister, though she was going to have trouble with that, especially since she was still locked out.

Suddenly Samantha heard larger bangs, coming from a room down the way. She could barely make out the noises, but it sounded like a couple acting out. At first she thought it may be a real domestic squabble, but the voices sounded...poorly acted. Almost as if they had no real acting skills. She should be concerned to hear someone shout about getting 'torn apart' and being 'fed up with this world', but Samantha just couldn't take it seriously. The noises could be a good way to wake up Tiffany, but they could be a way to signal other residents of the hotel, and that was far scarier than the budding nudist could handle. She saw a door open, and felt fear. A man exited, and then a woman, still arguing in their awkward way. Only several feet away were eyes that would make her fear become dread.

To Samantha's luck, the banging did work, and managed to rouse the attention of Tiffany. The naked petgirl opened the door with one hand, the other rubbing her eye, but she was firmly sitting, as if still acting as a dog. She was quite tired at first, so took a moment to realize her sister was naked. When she did, Tiffany was so shocked she ignored Samantha's pleas to move, so eventually Samantha had to push her aside and rush the door closed.

"Sorry," Samantha said to a still baffled Tiffany. "I was hearing noises, and I got scared."

"Uh...right," Tiffany said, absorbing nothing. This wasn't far off from fantasies that Tiffany had, but this was real, and she was so overwhelmed she couldn't get her thoughts straight.

Samantha proceeded to explain her situation, and though it took Tiffany a few more moments to fully understand, she went from a stunned silence to her more plotting ways. 'This was far more progress that I expected, and Samantha did it all on her own!' As if to prove this wasn't a fluke, Samantha not once covered herself or sought cover.

There was a downside, and Tiffany did note the risks involved here. 'Yes, Samantha being so comfortable is good in the long term, but she needs to want to be a pet. Or rather, discover she loves being one.' Tiffany's work wasn't done, and she had to figure out a way to lead her sister to the right path. Samantha finally finished her narration, a bit out of breath, and blushing as well.

"So...I guess if we can learn anything from this," Tiffany said. "We can see that we're both open-minded, and have a lot to learn about ourselves." Samantha nodded, a bit unsure of what Tiffany was going for, but had a guess in mind.

"If uh, you mean...the nudism and petgirl stuff...yeah, I guess you're right." Tiffany's heart nearly jumped out of her, but she maintained composure. "Still, I'm...well, I hope it's not rude to say I don't think I'm experienced like you are on this front. I don't think I share the same tastes either."

Tiffany smirked, and began crawling around the room, as if to show the values in being a pet. "Oh, I get it, I find no offense. It takes time to learn to enjoy acting like this, to really understand the cravings of a petgirl. Honestly, getting stuck like this is going to benefit us a lot going forward I think, since I can impart my knowledge onto you."

Samantha nodded slowly. "Or...just to get our kinks out of the way?"

The petgirl sister nearly tripped, but tried to stay graceful. "Y-yes. That would be a good idea too." Tiffany didn't want to admit she had any sort of kink, since it made her deception feel less like deception and more real, but she knew she was close to convincing Samantha. After all, if she was bringing up kinks, this was a huge step forward in Tiffany's mind, and she had to do anything to convince Samantha to go through with it.

"Ahem, um, with that being said..." Samantha started, a little nervous to continue. "How uh..." She sighed. "How would you feel about...going with me to...go get the clothes?" Tiffany turned her head and nearly fell over. "I know it's ****, but we can both practice our new lifestyles. Me, streaking...and you as a petgirl. What do you think?"