Well...

As I emerge into the hallway outside my apartment door, my heels sink into the old grey-green carpet. For a long moment, I just stand there, the door swinging shut behind me and closing with an audible click. Well, now I've gone and fucking done it. I'm standing here in what's technically a public area, fully naked except for shoes, jewelry, and corrective lenses, exposed for all to see.

The moment is a little undercut by the fact that no one else is out here right now.

Even so, normally, I'd be shaking like a leaf, terrified that any moment one of those doors would open and someone would catch me, and they'd freak out and the cops would be called and I'd be arrested and put on a registry for life. Just like before, those thoughts are still there, in my head, telling me I need to stop before this goes any further, but they seem to hold no power over the rest of me. I feel the same bizarre calm I did before opening the door, not even having to fight the impulse to cover myself with my hands. Scanning the length of the hallway, watching my neighbors' doors for any sign of movement, my first thought, somehow, is excitement. The thought of someone coming out, seeing me as I turn to face them and smile and say good morning, how do you do?...a shiver runs down my spine, and it's not one of fear.

I feel a drip of something cool start to run down my thigh. The realization takes a second to hit: I'm wet as fuck.

Starting down the hall, I'm not completely sure my feet are touching the ground. I suddenly remember the dreams I'd have sometimes when I was younger, about being naked in all sorts of places—school, the mall, wherever—while everyone else was dressed. My subconscious must have known what was up even then, because I always loved those dreams. It wasn't even always a horny thing; I just remember feeling so completely free in them, like I had nothing to hide and could be totally myself like I never could when I was awake. That's how I feel now, even as rational brain keeps shouting impotently at me to turn around before this goes any further.

I reach the stairs without anyone coming into the hall. Down I go, heels clicking on each step. The door outside is right there, across the narrow lobby. I can still stop this. I can go back upstairs and get dressed and be maybe a minute or two late for work at most.