My Boss the Nudist: A change in wardrobe

"Boss, what are you wearing?"

"A towel around my hair and a bathrobe."

"Oh, no no noooo, you are simply way too dressed for being around the house! Take it off."

Maryanne looked out the windows of her apartment, partially obscured by expensive blinds and silk curtains. The other apartments were far enough away, and with the light being down, it was unlikely that anyone could see in, but Maryanne still felt horribly exposed as her expensive terrycloth bathrobe hit the ground at her feet.

"Now, doesn't that feel better?"

"No, I'm cold and the neighbors might see." Maryanne's free arm went to cover her breasts as she crouched out of sight of the windows.

"Oh, you should probably get used to it. Now, do you remember what you said last week when you sent me home?"

"Yes."

The voice on the other end sighed. "Please don't make this difficult. What did you say last week when you sent me home?"

Maryanne paused for a second as her brain dove back through the last week's memories. "I believe I said that if you are the type of girl who enjoys walking around town naked, you should feel free, but not at the office."

"And, now knowing that I was in a situation very much like your own right now, how do you feel?"

"I feel bad about sending you home. I should have sent you to the psychiatric ward or a research facility, or sent you with chaperones so at least you would be safe. I do not regret making you leave, however, as my reputation would have been ruined if more people had seen my assistant dressed like you were."

"Hm. Well, lets see if we can't give them something new to talk about, eh? So, I should feel free to prace around town naked if I feel like it, eh?"

"Yes, within limits." Maryanne got a strange cold feeling in the back of her spine.

"You should too! Within limits, of course. Mind you, your limits are a bit more... liberal... than mine." Alice laughed.

Maryanne's skin turned even colder.

"From now on, you do not wear clothing. Especially around the house. Actually, scratch that, no clothing anywhere." Alice giggled. There were other voices in the background, laughing and shouting things. "Safety stuff like shoes and goggles, gloves and aprons and the like are OK, but only when you honestly need them."

'You... you bitch!' Maryanne screamed internally.

"In fact, I want you to just throw out any and all clothing you own, outside of a single pair of tennis shoes and a single coat. You can pick out whatever coat you want, as long as it doesn't go past your knees. You'll only wear those when you HAVE to to avoid being arrested, whenever you can get away with not wearing them, you'll take them off immediately. Got it?"

"Yes," 'you bitch!', Maryanne continued as she shook.

"Hm, good idea. Don't tell anyone that you do not want to be naked. In fact, you should positively ooze enthusiasm for being naked -- tell people you've discovered religious nudism. If anyone has any problem with your nudity, argue with them about it."

"Yes." Maryanne's arm fell to her side, but she did not stand up, sitting down hard on the throw rug she was on. Nudists don't cover themselves, but they also don't intentionally prance around open windows, either.

"Now then, I don't want you changing your life because of our little game here... How was it you phrased it when I asked for a day off for my sister's wedding? 'Work Life Balance?' Well, you're simply going to have to balance your work around your new life! No big deal, right?"

"Wrong." Maryanne couldn't believe what she was hearing. Prance around naked? At work?! She'd be ruined!

"Oh well, not my problem. So to recap, no clothes, no letting ANYONE ever know you don't want to be naked, and... Oh! Make sure you try and convince people to let you get away with it if they do have problems with your nudity. Got it?"

"Yes."

"Well then Mrs. Price, I guess I should let you get to your evening. Don't tell anyone I called, or about the tape. Make sure you go and throw out all those ugly pantsuits you keep collecting. Remember, your apartment complex has a really GREAT incinerator, too bad you have to go downstairs to use it. I'm sure you'll figure something out. See you," Alice laughed, "at work tomorrow!"

With that, the line went dead.