Yes, and she throws all her clothes out the window

Lucky for me, I lived right on the quad so my naked walk home was all of ten minutes. Thanking my lucky stars that I still had my wallet and keys, I was able to buzz myself in and ran up the two flights of stairs to my room. I was touching the dresser and just about to put a new outfit on when a thought struck me.

I had the perfect view of the quad from my room. All that separated me from all the people walking, and all the grass and leaves and trees, was just a single layer of glass in a double-hung window. Since I was still hormonal and excited from what had happened in class, I started having a very devious and very dangerous idea... what if I just threw my clothes away?

Seriously, how long would my clothes last in the wild without me watching them? Would animals take them? Would the wind? Would people? And what if they were all gone? I wouldn't be able to do anything about it. What would I do? Call the cops? Even if they could track everyone down (a laughable if), I was the one who threw them out the window and abandoned them to the elements.

But another thought struck me. What if I managed to get them back? They'd be all muddy and I'd have to wash everything. I looked down and was grateful to note that the grass was still green this time of year, and a lot of the quad below me was occupied by benches, sidewalks, and trees anyway.

I decided to do it. I'd throw all of my clothes and shoes out the window into the quad below. Some of them would end up in the trees, some would end up in the sidewalks, some might even make it to the grass if I was strong enough. Then, I would order something quick to eat, then have lunch, then come back out into the quad with just my birthday suit and laundry basket and collect what was left of my wardrobe.

Before the more rational side of me started talking I unlocked the upper sash of the window and pushed it down. Then I sauntered over to my closet and took all my dresses off their hangers. I had about 10 of them, of various types and sizes from cocktail to romper, but they all fit when bunched into my hands and I was able to take them to the window in one trip. I threw them out and saw as they fell. A heavier dress fell into the trees right by the building, and another flew all the way away, but the pile largely stayed put and almost landed on a guy walking, who just looked up in shock. I made sure to turn straight away and walk back before he could see me enough to fully process what was going on.

Next came my shoes, which I picked up from the floor of the closet. I didn't want to hurt anyone and get into any (more) trouble from this, so I made sure to fling each shoe one by one and carefully see where each went. I had had six pairs of shoes at the beginning of today - two shoes were now missing in the void and ten more were now on the quad.

I finished off the closet with the couple of suit jackets and coats I still had hanging in there. They were a bit heavy, but I was able to carry them in one trip and fling them to the trees in one go.

Now that my closet was empty, all that was left was my dresser, and I made sure to go drawer by drawer. At the top was my underwear and socks, and it took three trips to, shall we say, "transfer them on campus".

The second drawer was my shirts. They also took three trips, and I found myself fascinated by how they fluttered in the wind, so much so that I began throwing each out one by one.

Next came my shorts and jeans. These were heavy, but like the closet stuff I could carry them all in one trip and dump them in one go. As I looked down to see the pile of my clothes on the quad, I noticed quite a few people had stopped and were looking up at the open window where they were coming from.

I didn't panic so much as wanted everyone to stop staring and mind their own damn business, so I just closed the window and walked back to my dresser for the final two drawers. In the fourth drawer was all my nice stuff - blouses, slacks, skirts, and stockings. At the bottom was my miscellaneous crap - heating blankets, swimsuits, and a spare shower curtain. I just took my swimsuits out and left the rest alone - I was a (aleatory) nudist, not some freak who's gonna stay cold!

I put each drawer's contents on the bed and was planning on waiting until the crowd dispersed. After about two minutes, though, I realized I had little enough for a single trip, so I just decided to end it all by taking one last trip and chucking my dress wear and bathing suits out. Now that the first part of my little game was done, I went on my phone and Uber Eats'd McDonald's. I, of course, answered the delivery driver completely naked, and his jaw just dropped as he not so secretly took pictures and I laughed in his face.

I took my time eating my Big Mac, but started to have second thoughts about this. What if nothing was left, and I had to stay naked for a very long time? Oh well, I thought, that sounded like a problem for future Kristy. I almost wanted to rub one out at the excitement of having all my clothes be left to chance, but I knew I had promised myself I would go get them after I was done eating. So, I finished up my meal, threw it out, and got my basket and strutted out to see the casualties.