She makes it to the cafeteria

Eliza stepped down the sidewalk towards the cafeteria, the rough concrete scratching at her bare feet. The early autumn warmth was a welcome respite from the building's air conditioning, though the sun was oppressively hot on her unprotected skin.

The ring seemed to be working, but Eliza still felt exposed. Nobody could see it, but *she* knew that she was completely naked. She flushed as a group of frat boys walked by, fighting the urge to cover herself. *They can't see me, they can't see me*, she thought. She couldn't just cover herself everywhere she went. Best not to attract any unwanted attention, no matter how much better it might make her feel about her lack of clothing.

She strolled into the dining hall, swiping her card and entering, joining a long, cramped line at the buffet. A moment later, someone else joined behind her, sandwiching her in. *Can people feel my clothes?* Eliza suddenly wondered. Illusory clothes wouldn't do much if anyone touching her would just feel her naked skin underneath. *Calm down*. She tried to think back to when she'd been in lines before. Her body hadn't usually been pressed up against the people she was in line with, so it was far from likely to happen now. She had nothing to worry about.

Grabbing her tray of chicken and gravy, she made her way over to the tables, trying to ignore the crowd around her. She'd never noticed how dirty the chairs were. She'd never been one to care much where she sat, but that was before she knew she'd be touching the seat with her bare skin. At last she found a somewhat clean seat. Sitting down, she crossed her legs over her pussy, hiding it from view. At least she could do that while sitting. She dug into her meal, thoroughly grateful for the distraction. The gravy was runny and had a difficult time staying on the chicken. On a whim, Eliza grabbed a napkin and placed it on her lap. It vanished. *Figures*, she thought, she hadn't even been trying to clothe herself that time. At least her second napkin didn't disappear when she used it to wipe some spilled gravy off of her leg.

Once she'd finished her meal, Eliza made her way to the dining hall's exit, giving everyone as wide a berth as she could. She still had another class after lunch - Introductory 3D Modeling. At least peoples' eyes probably wouldn't be on her during that—everyone's eyes would just be on their own computers, she thought, as she gingerly stepped around people holding wide trays. Her phone had read 12:40 when she'd checked it during lunch, so now she'd have about 5 minutes to make it to class. Not wanting to waste another second, she dashed to class. Peoples' heads turned, causing Eliza to half-scramble to cover her privates before she remembered. She was just running. That was why they were looking. She had nothing to worry about.