Bev goes to class... naked!

She didn't want to do it.

She really, really didn't want to do it.

Nobody would want to do a thing like that. Lots of people didn't want to go to their college classes, even when they had all their clothes on. College classes could be pretty boring.

But they wouldn't be boring for Bev.

And they wouldn't be boring for anyone else as well when Bev was there.

In fact, Bev knew with a tremor of foreboding, she was going to make all her college classes very interesting indeed. All the other students were going to love coming to class with her.

Because she was one of the most interesting things in the world.

She was a naked woman.

Of course, most naked women aren't naked twenty-four hours a day. Most of the time they're clothed women. So they're not that interesting after all.

But Bev was different.

She was naked all the time. She was going to be naked even in places you weren't supposed to be naked. Like class.

Which made her very interesting indeed.

Bev didn't want to be interesting. She wanted to be very boring. Interesting things got looked at, and talked about, and thought about. They had a whole lot of people paying attention to them. That was what it meant to be interesting.

Bev didn't want a lot of people paying attention to her. The attention made her nervous. She felt prickly and tingly and vulnerable when people paid attention to her. It made her squirm.

It wasn't that people didn't like her. She knew everyone on campus liked her. The cheerleaders kept telling her how much fun it was to have her around.

But they thought she was silly.

And scared.

And small.

And vulnerable.

And Bev didn't like that. She didn't like having everyone think she was silly and scared and small and vulnerable. She wanted everyone to think she was tough and brave and serious and strong.

But they weren't going to think that.

Because they were going to see her. They were going to see all of her. They were going to see her squirm. And they were going to know exactly how silly and scared and small and vulnerable she was.

And they were all going to laugh at her.

And that was the worst part. Knowing they were all going to laugh at her. Everyone on campus was going to laugh at her and tease her and make fun of her all day long.

She really wanted to do something about it. Like, run away. Or hide. Or come back with superpowers and show everyone how strong she was, really.

But she couldn't.

Because no matter how far away she ran, the cheerleaders would find her and catch her and tease her and bully her. That was how it worked. They could do absolutely anything they wanted to her. Because they were tough and brave and serious and strong, and she was silly and scared and small and vulnerable.

It was frustrating.

It was infuriating.

It was maddening.

It was torture. It made her whole body prickle and tingle all over, just thinking about it. It made her whole body glow with heat. Especially certain parts of her body that really shouldn't be glowing with heat from thinking about cheerleaders.

She hated losing. She hated how they kept beating her and having fun at her expense, over and over again. She hated how smug they were, and how silly it made her feel.

But there was nothing she could do about it.

Because she'd lost. She'd tried to trick them, and they'd tricked her right back. They'd won.

So now she had to face her punishment. She had to open her dorm room door and step out into the corridor. That was the first thing she had to do.

She took a deep breath.

She took another, deeper breath.

She took a third, even deeper breath.

She took the deepest breath of all.

She wanted to crawl back into bed and hide under the covers. She wanted that more than anything in the world.

She didn't do that.

Instead, she put her hand on the doorknob of the dorm room door.

She turned it.

She turned it some more.

She opened the door. Just a crack.

She opened it just a little bit more.

She took a breath that was even deeper than the deepest breath of all.

She screwed her eyes shut tight.

And she stepped out into the dorm corridor.

Naked.

Into a public place. Filled with people. People she knew. People who could see her. People who could see that she was naked.

And she heard a silvery laugh, as the goth girl in the dorm next door said "Oh my god, Bev's naked!"

Bev opened her eyes. And let out a little whimper. The corridor was full of people. All kinds of people. Including the cute boy, she had a crush on.

And they were all looking at her.

And, as she stood there, they started to laugh. Why wouldn't they laugh? There was nothing funnier than a naked woman. Especially if she really, really didn't want to be naked.

Bev didn't want to be naked.

She wanted to run back into her room and crawl into bed and hide under the covers. She didn't want to stand there in the corridor and listen to the laughter wash over her, as the goth girl pointed and giggled and said "Look, everyone! Bev is naked! She's naked!"

But she couldn't.

She had to go to class. In fact, she had to go to all her classes. Every class for a whole week.

Just like this.

Naked.

For everyone to see. For the whole campus to laugh at. For everyone to know forever and ever she was a silly little scaredy-cat naked girl.

Bev felt herself blush.

She heard the goth girl say "Look, she's blushing! Blushing and naked!"

She blushed even harder. She couldn't help it. The fact that they could see how embarrassed she was made it even more embarrassing, and that made her blush even harder. A feedback loop of embarrassment. She was getting more and more embarrassed every second she stood there.

At first, she thought she was as embarrassed as it was possible for someone to feel.

Then she felt even more embarrassed.

Then she felt more embarrassed still.

Then, just when she thought she couldn't possibly be any more embarrassed, she started to feel even more embarrassed than that.

Of course, she should be embarrassed. She was naked. In public. In front of everyone. Naked.

She felt her toes curl.

It was beyond embarrassment. It was a thousand times as embarrassing as the most embarrassing thing that had ever happened to her in her life. She was on a whole other planet of shame. From head to toe, every single inch of her skin prickled and tingled with white-hot embarrassment.

And then it got just a little bit more embarrassing.

"Bev's naked!" the goth girl called. "Naked naked naked naked naked! Everyone look at how naked and embarrassed she is!"

It was true.

She was naked. And embarrassed. Very embarrassed indeed.

And every second of the next seven days was going to be exactly as embarrassing as this. And exactly as naked.

"Naked! Hey, guys, did you know that Bev is naked?"

Her first class was on the other side of campus. Slowly, embarrassedly, Bev began to walk.