I'll take my chances anywhere but with Ms. Doggett!

The puppy on my right side reached me first and put his paw into mine, drooling happily as he began to lick at my hand. There we go! That's a vote for running pantsless through the building!

"Y-You can't be serious! If you come back, your secret stays just between you and me!" Ms. Doggett put on her doe-eyes one more time, fluttering her eyelashes and smiling cutely. "Just you, the loyal doggie, and me, your master!" That line pretty much ruined whatever effect her previous appeal had managed to carry.

In some cases, the devil you do know is worse than any other devil you might imagine! I wasn't about to risk this situation with Ms. Doggett going any further than I already had. So long, Ms. Doggett, and good riddance to bad rubbish! I may just say goodbye to this whole stupid business, if this is what I have to look forward to on my average case! I gave the puppies another quick pat on the head, wishing them the best under the care of this bizarre owner of theirs, then stepped towards the door. I was still pantsless... my futa parts were hanging out and while, yes, as I keep alluding to, they were relatively small, my own feminine hand and squeezed together legs were not sufficient as coverage. I, an advocate of the law, was about to commit the crime of public indecency...!

Wait... Hm...

Perhaps there was a way I could make this streaking expedition slightly less scandalous? I put on my thinking cap for a moment...

That's it! My cap. Thinking quickly, I unstrapped the dog-hood from around my head. Could it tie around my whole narrow waist as a skirt? It...! Could not. Nope. The band didn't really reach around to the small of my back and even if it did, I'd be given a front-loincloth at best. In this situation, loathe as I was to admit it, the best I could do was hold it over my groin with both hands, leaving my rear end exposed. The persistent draft upon my nearly bare body was a harsh reminder of how far I'd let Ms. Doggett take advantage of me so far...

Ignoring her protests, I left her dogs with her, then entered into the opposite building. I hoped beyond hope that this was, at the very least, a public area... If I was breaking and entering on top of flashing people, I was going to start facing criminal charges in the place of pity! I'm not a girl who likes to be pitied... But in this particular case, I'd have been happy to take a little. Pressing the fluffy brown hood against my nether region, I entered past the door and began to move through the hall inside the unknown facility, feeling my butt rubbing against the cold, white plaster wall inside.

Thankfully, no one was around, at least not yet. As I moved slowly and quietly, I tried to get some idea of what kind of place I was breaking into... It looked a bit like a studio, perhaps used by some sort of art gallery or, less interestingly, someone like an oral surgeon. Many very tasteful photographs of landscapes and unknown families decorated the walls. Perhaps whoever lived here was well traveled? Or perhaps it was an office full of people, all of whom had brought some of their personal effects? Whatever the case, it was a breath of fresh air; the well-composed and logically chosen photos in each frame were highly welcome, compared to the sketchy, barren nature of Genkei's ODD agency, which looked so poorly decorated one might think it was a home for drifters.

At the end of the hallway, I saw it... the door outside! Did I want to go outside? It was the middle of the day and the Tokyo streets were going to be packed... everyone would be looking at me. Thinking about it caused my knees to knock together... Maybe someone here would give me pants, if I asked them nicely? I could pretend I was a lewd cosplayer if I dressed in a bikini, but going without any lower body coverage made me a character out of a hentai...

My mind was still on that as I passed a large doorway on one side... I slowly turned my head, realizing that the door was wide open to the inner chamber. Ah, I see now. This place is a photography studio. Inside, a posh looking couple is getting their portraits taken together. Perhaps they were just married, or maybe they just want to have a nice composition for their mantlepiece before the lady puts on her pregnant pounds? The two were stunningly dressed, the Japanese man in a dark suit and the foreign lady in an eye-catching red dress. What I wouldn't give to be wearing either of those pieces right now...

The camera-man was an altogether different creature. She looked even younger than me, possibly 18 or 19 and messy-cut black hair, down to only just past the nape of her neck. The fact that she was so young, but with such a respectable job, made me green with envy. She wasn't dressed very professionally the job. Upon her head, a brown post-boy cap bounced with her eager movements. Her white t-shirt, with a blue stripe across the chest, ran all the way down to the knees... It wasn't really clear if she had pants on beneath that. Apart from those, she wore black knee-socks and brown, buckled shoes. Her movements reminded me of cosplay photographers, the way she slid around and tried to get low and high angles... Pretty funny, that she's taking a fancy portrait that way. Her camera flash is blinding...

Oh no!

The camera flash is blinding because she's taking photos of me! The reason she's so enthusiastic and moving around that way is because she's getting dirty shots of me without any pants on! Stooooop!

"Ha ha ha! What happened to you? Did they tell you they're doing a nude shot next door and then take your pants while you weren't looking?" the girl laughed without sympathy in a mischievous, boyish tone. She was the cheeky type... Why can't I meet someone with a sense of civic responsibility?! The couple who were having their portrait taken were watching me awkwardly, whispering to one another... I could tell they just wanted to have their shoot over with and didn't want to get dragged into this at all. That was good, at least. "What's up, glasses? You're still standin' there. Did you want to come in for a photo shoot?"

... I wondered if the younger girl had realized I was a futanari yet. With this hood pressed up over my bits, it's really a fifty/fifty guess, huh? I found myself curious as to whether she'd managed to put it together yet and whether it had affected her decision to beckon me in for further teasing...

Whatever! I don't have my dogs to help me make this toss-up guess again! Come on, logic of mine-- don't call in sick just because it looks like a rough day! I'm counting on you!