Stripped naked by the tornado

Getting out of her car, Alice saw Scott walking out of his trailer and approaching the shelter.

"Scott!" she called out as the wind blew more and more in her face and as her visibility got worse and worse as the sky darkened.

"Alice?" Scott nodded quizzically in her direction. "What are you doing here!?"

"I came to see you, and get you home safe!" she yelled back as she walked through the sopping wet grass and felt her shoes get caught and sink into it and off her feet, "and to make up for what I said earlier. I didn't mean any of those nasty words, honey. When I was alone without you, and didn't know how you were feeling about me? ... That was hell!" she transitioned to mud that likewise claimed her socks.

"Honey, you know I love you," Scott shouted back from what seemed like an incredible distance, "but what you've done was a very stupid thing! It isn't safe, I have to go into the shelter," as he descended below the ground and out of Alice's limited view. As she peered through the dirty sky, the wind tore at her t-shirt, soon enough claiming it as its own. She clambered at the ground, at times having to lean down to touch it, and now could not see anything but a pure tone of brown. The wind turned sideways, knocking Alice on her left side and swiping her camisole up and away.

The wind was getting high enough to the point that Alice feared that she too would get carried away. She was able to make out what seemed to be a telephone pole, and lunged her way towards it. Already the wind, in addition to pushing her aside, was pulling down at her jeans, which were taking her bloomers with them. After some struggle, she made it to the pole, and with not a moment to spare as she hugged it for dear life and was soon swept off her feet, the jeans and bloomers whisked down the rest of her legs and away like paper napkins.

This left Alice in only her bra and panties. She was slightly to the left of a pole step about two feet below her. The wind dislodged it, and it flew right up to Alice, the pointed end swiping at her right chest and giving her a minor cut. It also cut through the sports bra, both at the right end of the right cup and at the right shoulder strap, slicing clean through the latter and severely compromising the integrity of the former. Battered by the wind, the right side of the bra gave way and tore, the whole garment being blown down Alice's left arm. Concerned that it was like a sail pulling at her wrist, Alice sighed and briefly let her left arm go of the pole just a tiny bit to let it fly away and not take her with it.

While Alice took care of the bra situation, she started feeling every inch of the boy shorts' slide down her legs. She tried to spread her legs to stop what was coming, but the wind held them shut and in any event was too powerful as the last clothing Alice had went down, down, and away. The now-nude Alice had still bigger problems; she saw flying bathtubs and fridges in dirty cloud. and the pole itself was starting to lift up. Alice dreaded what would it happen if it pulled out or even snapped in half.

Just as the pole was starting to give way, however, the wind died down and the sky went from being pure brown fog to a normal, largely visible, thunderstorm dusk. Alice could get on her feet, and looked around her, seeing with delight that Scott's trailer was still upright and not too far. Scott himself opened the shelter door and got up, looking around him and seeing his girlfriend.

"Alice!?" he said in shock at both her intact condition and her indecent condition.

"Scott!!" Alice shouted with glee as she ran to him and gave him a big bare bear hug, which he soon returned.

"Oh, honey, I'm glad you're okay..." Scott patted Alice's bare back. In addition to being naked, Alice had plenty of scratches, bruises, and dirt, but was still in one piece. "It's the eye of the storm, let's go inside."

"Wait!" Alice cried out, "I left my purse and things in my car, I need to go get them."

"There's no time for that!" Scott shouted "We can get them if the car's still here when the storm passes. As it is, I think I'm the only one still standing," noted Scott while surveying the damage. "Come on, let's go inside. We need to get you cleaned up and decent..." he said glancing down furtively at her body.

"Wait, about that," Alice stopped him, "you were right about everything, and I was wrong to lash out at you like I did. All these years I just wanted to be normal, but it seems that for me this is normal! Besides, I'm just happy with whatever makes you happy, and I'm lucky to be alive after all this."

"That's good," Scott wisecracked, "you look too good without clothes anyway!"

"Scott!" Alice chuckled and playfully punched his shoulder.

The two lovebirds, one clothed and one nude, grabbed each other by the small of their backs and walked back into the shelter as the wind started picking back up, Scott making extra sure everything was locked up.

Scott called Alice's parents with his phone to tell them everything was alright and what happened with Alice. Alice took the phone from him and told her mom that she was never wearing clothes again!

And she never did.