Naked In Public

James stepped out into the path that led from his place to the street which would lead him to the town centre intensely aware of his nudity. He had spent much of the morning searching for anything he could find on witchcraft or curses that might allow him to get this one lifted and protect him from any more of Rebecca's spells. Though he had found a couple of potential leads there was nothing that could be done by his lunchtime doctors appointment and, on top of that, he was aware the witch may be watching him and had to tread carefully.

So here he was, naked and out in public for anyone passing by to see. He didn't try and cover himself, reluctantly accepting Rebecca's advice that would make him look weird, and decided he just had to brave this one, using his magic phrase only when he absolutely needed to to avoid failing his task and ending his day of embarrassment with a punishment. He was quickly aware of how different it felt being outside like this, the light breeze against his skin, the feeling of wet, soft grass being replaced by rough, gritty concrete against the soles of his feet as he walked.

As he turned the corner into the main street he came across other people for the first time. There was nobody he knew, thankfully, but that barely made things any less uncomfortable. James found that most peoples initial reaction to him walking around naked was to pretend not to have noticed while stealing surprised and curious glances whenever they thought he wouldn't notice. He wondered what they were thinking of him. Crazy? perverted? bold? It was hard to tell but, try as he might to stop it happening, he felt his cheeks burning with shame.

There were people who reacted as well. The occasional wolf whistle or crass joke, people telling him to go home and put some clothes, one older woman called him a pervert and told him he should be ashamed of himself and a mother told her daughter to avert her eyes as he walked past. James desperately wanted to yell out the safety phrase at each and every one of them but knew the repercussions for that would be worse than what he was experiencing now.

After a five minute walk that felt like it had lasted hours, James approached the supermarket. As expected, it was the lunchtime busy period and fairly crowded. His plan was simple - go in, get the toilet roll, pay for it at the self checkout (though his heart sank when he saw the size of the queue for them through the window - going to a cashier might actually be quicker) then get out. Don't make eye contact with anyone or respond to anything they said to him. It was the only way he could imagine himself getting through this.

As James entered the store he immediately noticed a change in atmosphere. Something about the greater number of people around him made them less reserved. People were openly and unapologetically staring at him, some were right down at his dick. They were talking, not to him, but about him right in front of him as he walked past. He decided to head straight to the toilet paper and get out before things turned hostile, but he quickly found his way blocked by a large and very uncomfortable looking security guard.

"Excuse me sir, you can't come into the store like that. You are going to have to leave!"

This was like living out some terrible anxiety dream.