The man stares at her

No woman may carry any bag, or purse, or other object that increases her carrying capacity. Not only do they cover the body to an improper degree, but they allow a woman to carry her own objects. A woman carrying things of her own accord is not attractive, she must depend on her man at all times, so as to perpetuate these relationships and increase the fertility rate.

The whole ride, the man continued looking at Jane's body, her medium breasts, her barely-hidden vulva, and her exposed derriere the whole time. Jane gritted her teeth. She was helpless. She was defenseless. She was naked. All she could do was be stared at. No respect for her or her privacy. No respect for the person she was. Just a pair of tits, barely covered by her arm. Just a vagina, hidden beneath her flimsy hand. She tried to cover her titilating bits, but it was no use. They were barely covered, and she knew the man could see her whole body.

After what seemed like an eternity standing like this, the elevator door opened to the 25th floor, and Jane stepped out, keeping her back to the wall so that nobody could see her exposed ass. Her bare feet recoiled from the scratchy carpet as she shuffled over to the door. She couldn't bear a repeat of what had happened in the elevator when she met her coworkers. She needed to establish herself quickly. She needed to be more than just a naked, helpless woman. Could she even, in this state? Could she be taken seriously by her co-workers while completely bare? She wasn't sure, but she'd have to try.

But how could she, when she was constantly covering her privates? The thought of just leaving her breasts and vagina visible horrified Jane—she was a proper lady, after all—but she might have to, or she'd just look like a pathetic girl, dependant on her hands to protect herself from the world, vulnerable to men simply looking at her. She hated this required nudity law and how it made men look at her, and she'd have no other choice but to let them.

Steeling herself, Jane removed her hands from her breasts and vagina, leaving them bare for the whole world to see. Like it or not, she was naked, and her hands would only conceal her for so long. Besides, covering herself with her hands would leave her completely unable to use them for other tasks.

Jane pushed the door open into the hallway near her office. Some of her coworkers, Dan and Steve, were in there, chatting. They looked surpised as Jane walked in, gawking at her exposed body. Jane was fighting to keep her hands at her sides. Her lascivious breasts were completely uncovered, completely visible to the two men in front of her. Dan smiled at her, and she nervously reciporocated, fully aware of how naked she was. At least they both seemed to be trying to avoid looking at her exposed vagina.

"We were wondering if you'd show up," said Dan, "terrible new law, huh?"

Jane didn't trust herself to speak, but nodded curtly.

"Well anyway, guess I lost," said Dan, handing Steve a few coins from his pocket. Steve accepted them, grinning. "I told you Jane would come," he turned to Jane, "you're a hardass. You wouldn't not come just because we happen to be able to see that ass!"

Jane flushed imperceptably this comment, slightly retracting her butt before she steeled herself. "Well," she said, "now that I'm here, let's get going. I believe Dan was going to have those reports ready by 10?"

"Huh?" Asked Dan. He had been staring at Jane's bare breasts. He looked up suddenly, muttering his agreement before rushing off. Jane made her way to her office as well. She opened the door and walked inside, closing the door behind her and breathing a sigh of relief. The walls of her office were opaque, and at least nobody could see her in here.

As she was sorting the papers on her desk, a cold breeze brushed her skin. Closing her eyes to focus, she felt the chill again on the front of her left shoulder—the part of her that was facing the window. It was closed, but some cold air was still making it though the cracks where it met the wall. It was coming right into her office, right where Jane was standing, naked. She held her arms up to her nubile body, trying to ward off the frigid wind, but it was no use. Without clothes, the air went straight onto every exposed inch of her skin.

Well, there was nothing to do about that but put in a work request, Jane thought, gritting her teeth as she shivered. She wished she could have something to wear, to protect her. Yet another problem caused for women everywhere by that damned law. She sat down on her seat, its cold, rough fabric rubbing uncomfortably on her bare ass, submitted the work request, and began to check her inbox.

Form, form, form, a meeting at 10:30...a meeting? Now? Like this? Jane had known she'd have to handle a meeting in the nude eventually, but she'd hoped it wouldn't be on her first day! A whole meeting, where she'd be forced to sit in the nude while dozens of men ogled her, while she was still getting used to being naked...she couldn't. She huddled her vulnerable shoulders forward. Another gust of cold from the window touched her bare back, causing her to shiver. She was too damned naked for this job.