Kaitlyn strips down.

With a gentle tug, her sneakers slipped off, one by one. She peeled off her damp socks, revealing toes that hadn't seen the light of day all morning. The fabric clung to her skin briefly before releasing it with a soft sigh. A sense of relief washed over her as she felt the air kiss her bare feet, sending a tingling sensation up her legs. She wiggled her toes, feeling the floor's cool embrace, a stark contrast to the warmth she'd been trapped in all day.

Kaitlyn reached up to her neck, her fingers deftly unbuttoning her shirt. She shrugged it off her shoulders, letting it fall like a discarded shell to the floor. The fabric whispered against her skin as it slithered down her body, revealing the simple white bra that contained her modest curves. Her eyes met her reflection in the small mirror above the bench, the fluorescent lights casting a soft glow across her chest and the swells of her breasts. She took a moment to appreciate the beauty of her own nudity, a rare moment of privacy in her otherwise hectic life.

With a smooth motion, she unclasped her bra and allowed it to fall away. Her breasts bounced slightly, feeling the sudden absence of fabric. She cupped them in her hands, feeling the softness and weight, a gentle reminder of her femininity. A shiver danced down her spine as the cool air caressed her newly exposed flesh. She watched her own face in the mirror, noting the way her cheeks flushed with a hint of excitement and anticipation.

Her skirt was next, the zipper a silent hiss as it descended. She stepped out of it, the material pooling at her feet like a discarded waterfall. The soft fabric of her panties was the last to go, leaving her completely bare in the harsh, sterile light. She felt **** yet powerful, a contradiction that thrilled her. She folded her clothes neatly and placed them inside a nearby cubby.

The robe was a welcome embrace, wrapping her in its softness as she cinched it tight around her waist. Just as she had finished, there was a knock on the door.