Lets Get Going

Setting off you are more aware than ever of the way your body moves as you walk. The sway of your hips and swing of your breasts is suddenly something you find yourself focusing on as you move.

As you walk past a older woman you hold your breath, expecting her to stare or shout or have some kind of reaction. Instead she barely even glances at you as you pass.

Of course she didn’t look at you, you admonish yourself as you walk. You might as well be wearing a three piece business suit in this world.

As if to emphasise that point you come to a crossroad and spot on the other side a police woman talking to a pair of women who are completely nude. At first your heart leaps into your throat as you wonder if you had got everything wrong but then she turns and starts to gesture and it becomes clear she is giving them directions.

Shaking your head you cross the road and move past the group. As you walk you start to feel more and more confident, by the time you are entering into the city proper you feel completely at ease with your nudity.

That ease is put to test as you find yourself walking through thick crowds of people. Looking around you realise that you are walking down streets lined with nightclubs and business is booming it seems. There is a cue outside of nearly every single one of them, if it where not for the way people are dressed you could think you were back home.

As you are walking you find flyer after flyer being stuffed into your hands, looking at them they are all pretty standard stuff. Details of DJs and drinks deals but the thing that stands out to you is the all of them have some variation of “Guys Drink Free” with some of them evening promising extra benefits for guys who come into the clubs.

You wonder to yourself what the inside of the clubs are like. Imagines of giant orgies fill your mind as you walk and looking at some of the dishevelled look of the woman leaving the clubs you can't ee it might not be far off the truth.

Part of you wants to have a look but you remind yourself about your lack of legit ID and lack of money. Mentally you mark it down as something to consider for a future visit to this world.

Eventually clubs give way to bars and then bars give way to restaurants before finally you are through the city center.

As you walk through mostly empty streets you wonder if you should pick up the pace. After all you are a woman alone on the streets, anything could happen.

Then again if you keep going slow, well, you are a woman alone on the streets.

Anything could happen.