banning women from wearing clothes

... banning women from wearing clothes.”

It got approved, and the government decided to pass the policy. All women were banned from wearing any clothing. Any woman found to be breaking this law would be arrested and punished.

Grace was overjoyed. She immediately stopped wearing clothes, and ran out onto the street. She heard the murmurs and gasps as people stared at her bare body.

She felt so proud of herself, so powerful. She felt like she was doing a good thing, something that would make men proud of her too.

She knew that it would make a difference, that it was going to change the world. But there was more to it than that.

It was hot out, the summer sun burning her skin and making her feel alive. She lifted her arms, enjoying the feeling of her nipples tightening in the air.

She wanted to do more, wanted to make an even bigger difference. She started running, feeling the wind moving over her skin as she ran through the crowds.

“Thank you,” someone called after her. She felt her cheeks heat up, but she ignored the feeling. She knew she was doing something good, something for the earth.

She was smiling when she ran back into the room. People looked at her, and then a few of them started running out, following her lead.

Grace’s smile grew. She was making a difference. It would work.

And the next day, when they met again, all the girls had stopped wearing clothes.

“Good job,” another girl said, running her hands over Grace’s skin. “We did it, we made a difference.”

Grace felt the girl’s hands, felt the coolness of her palms. She smiled, feeling good.

Then she was serious. “There’s more to do,” she said. “We aren’t finished yet.”

The other girls nodded, looking determined.

Grace had a smile on her face, but she felt empty inside. She knew that she wasn’t doing enough, that there was more she could be doing for men. She just needed to figure out what it was... and then she would do it. And she would make sure that every other woman did it too.