Denise streaks over to Adam's house.

Denise could not think of any better alternatives. Adam had the book and the best chance to fix all this madness. She had to go to him for help, clothes be damned! She hugged the backyard fence and peeked out into the neighborhood. No one was out. As she scanned for signs of life, her heart palpitated faster. She was beginning to freak out over what she had to do. A million things went through her mind in a minute; Will mom be alright? What if someone sees me? What if someone I know sees me?! What if Adam isn’t even home!? What if I get arrested for indecent exposure?!

Denise had to mentally shriek in order to shut down her doubts. She told herself she had to do this. Taking a deep breath, the young woman prepared herself for this revealing run. Her entire body tingled with a blend of anxiety and excitement over the prospect. She hyped herself up with a few standing hops, did some quick stretches to prevent an embarrassing muscle strain in the middle of the run, then took another deep breath and exhaled, to calm her nerves.

Finally, she thought she was ready. She focused her attention to where she imagined Adam’s house was. It was only a couple of blocks away, no more than a five minute walk. She would be there in no time. She just had to be brave. With her intent firmly in her mind, she took off.

The run was a blur! Denise had to mentally create tunnel vision, focused squarely on her destination. In her mind, there were no people spotting her from their homes or while working on their lawns or driving down the street. There was only her goal. She ignored the way her boobs jostled in the air when she pumped her legs, the hard concrete pavement under her feet, warmed by the afternoon sun and the slaps of her skin as she ran, not held down by any sports bra or underwear. She was running bare naked across her street where she grew up and all the neighbors knew her! She would be freaking out about it if she didn’t **** herself to keep her eyes on the prize.

It was a harrowing few minutes, running at top speed toward her friend’s house. Checking both sides of the street before she crossed was nerve wracking as she dreaded seeing a car coming her way. Her heart was pounding out of her chest from all the stress!

Fortunately for her, there were no onlookers and she had made it to her destination! When she got up to the front porch, she crumpled behind the railing to catch her breath. Adam’s house had an overhand in front of the door with a wooden frame and railings that she could hide behind. She gasped and panted, crawling up to a sitting position and looking around. She had been to Adam’s house many times before, but this time she hoped his parents weren’t around to see her. They would be aghast to find a naked woman coming over to see their son. They might get the wrong idea! Whether they were home or not, she still had to ring the doorbell.

With a begrudging groan, Denise got to her feet, again making sure no one was around to see. She stepped up to the door and rang the doorbell. Then, she stepped back and waited nervously. Her arms covered her body as she self consciously hunched over, minimizing her body.

Denise waited for a couple of minutes. There was no answer. When she shooed Adam out her her house, she assumed he would just head home. She didn’t have a clue where else he would go! Where was he?

A car drove by the street, sending Denise into a panic! She hid behind a pillar and peeked out. The car drove on. The driver probably didn’t see her, but she was still paranoid about being caught. She couldn’t stand out here forever, someone was bound to see her! The coast appeared clear, so she quickly peeked through the window, begging Adam to be home somewhere. There was no one in the living room. She nervously trekked around the house. The backyard had a gate, but with some maneuvering of the waste bin, she managed to hop over.

Now she was really in the thick of things. If she were caught in her friend’s backyard in her birthday suit, how was she going to explain it? She had to ignore that thought and find Adam. The redhead approached the back door. It was a sliding door, similar to hers. It was also locked. She frowned and tried to peek inside. No one was there either. The last place she wanted to check was Adam’s room, which would be on the second story. There was no way to get up there. She stepped back and stared at the window. There was no sign that he was even home. Even if she did manage to get up there and get in, she’d be breaking and entering.

“Denise?” a voice called out. Denise froze! She was completely exposed, standing in the middle of the backyard, staring up at her friend’s room. “What are you doing here?” the voice asked.

Denise slowly turned around, coming up blank on how she could explain herself. That’s when she realized who was talking to her and that he was in a similar state.

You stared in awe at your long time friend. Never before had you seen her in all her glory and your mouth was agape as you took it all in. It was as if you were bearing witness to a goddess and you feared that you may be blinded by the beauty.

“Adam?!” Denise called out in a mix of surprise and relief. “What are you doing out here?”

You were holed up in the shed, a small refuge the haunted outfits were not yet aware of. You were also buck naked thanks to the uncooperative accoutrements. You would have explained all that if you weren’t so busy burning the vision of your nude friend into your memory. Finally, she realized what you were doing and covered herself with a scoff. “Snap out of it, perv!” she called out.

Shocked out of your stupor by the harsh words, you came back to reality. “Sorry…” you told her, hiding your own shame under your hands so she wouldn’t see how much she was affecting you. “I take it your clothes came alive too?”

“Yeah! You have to fix this!” she said. “Where’s the book?”

You point towards your house. It was with the clothing now. They had known all along where their existence stemmed from and made sure to keep it away from anyone who would try to take that existence away.

“Just great…” Denise sighed. “Why did you lock the back door?”

“They locked me out,” you explained. “As soon as they figured out that I was trying to stop them, they kicked me out of the house!”

“So… what happens to someone who’s not trying to stop them?” Denise asked, suddenly thinking about her mother.

Back in Denise’s house, her mom was taking her nap. As she slumbered, several outfits surrounded her bed, as if deliberating on what to do with the sleeping beauty. Some outfits wanted to wake her up with a dance, others wanted to let her sleep. Finally, a mesh, long sleeve bodysuit waved everyone down to end the bickering. It then lifted up the sheet covering Diane and slipped into bed with her. Diane continued to blissfully slumber as the bodysuit curled up next to her, wrapping around the mother like a big spoon. Diane began to stir.