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   Like most of humanity, Alexa would never in a million years have guessed
how her world would be turned upside down in just a few weeks.  She had
been expecting a stress-free few months finishing up her final semester,
and was looking forward to graduating with a Bachelor of Arts degree, with
honors.  She had only needed a handful of credits, and had finished all the
challenging courses her program required, so during the first few weeks of
the semester she had been cruising through the easiest period of her
college career and generally enjoying life.

   Then the damned Coronavirus came along and wrecked everything; her
course sessions abruptly turned into a series of herky-jerky video calls.
She'd accepted a great job offer with a prominent tech company, but that
all went to hell with the tanking of the economy.

   By mid-March the entire campus had closed down, with all students being
told that there wouldn't be any in-person classes after Spring break. 
While Alexa wasn't forced to leave town, since she lived off-campus, all of
her friends had to move out of their dorms; since their courses were all
now meeting online they went back to live with their parents, leaving Alexa
without anyone to hang out with.  She considered moving back in with her
folks too, but since her college town was almost virus-free and her
hometown was hit pretty badly she agreed with her parents that it was
probably better that she stay put for a few more months.

   With minimal coursework and no social life at all, Alexa picked up some
more shifts at her convenience store job; with half of his employees having
left town, the store owner was glad to have her.  The extra hours allowed
Alexa to put some money away to eventually help her move on with her life,
and she didn't have anything else to do; with all the students and most of
the faculty gone as well, her life had been reduced to working or Netflix.
No friends, no bars, no restaurants, no campus events...no fun.  She was
aware of how much better off she was than many people, but couldn't help
finding it all fairly depressing.

   Even with half of the store staff gone, there generally wasn't much for
Alexa to do.  The store's customer base was almost entirely college
students or employees.  Once the stores in the small shopping center
adjacent to the store were declared non-essential and shut down, her shifts
more often than not had exactly zero customers.  Martin, the store owner,
confided in her that the only thing letting him keep the place open was a
generous government-backed loan program; if he kept the doors open and kept
his employees on the payroll the loan would be forgiven.

   Despite working solo most of the time, other than some light cleaning
and re-stocking a few perishable items Alexa had almost nothing to do. 
Most of her shifts were spent reading or watching TV.  She was thankful to
at least be working days now, with Martin, one of his cousins and one or
two other part-timers taking care of the evenings and overnights.

   The running joke between Alexa and Martin as his shift ended and hers
began consisted of Martin asking her, "You sure you'll be able to handle
it?"

   To which she inevitably replied, "Relax, boss, I got this!" This was
usually the last conversation she had with another human until whoever was
working the evening shift arrived to relieve her.

   The truth was, though she could easily handle the small bit of actual
work involved, the boredom was driving her crazy.  One Wednesday in the
middle of April she had forgotten to bring her book, so she spent most of
the day flipping around the available channels looking for something worth
watching.  Mixed in with all the doom and gloom on the news channels there
was a short segment that actually made her smile!

   At a college a couple of states away, a masked (cheap surgical mask, of
course) woman had been seen streaking across the mostly deserted campus
almost every day for the last week!  A news crew had staked out a spot she
was known to frequently pass and actually got her to stop and be
interviewed.  Despite the heavy blurring done to make the story safe for
broadcast, it was clear she wasn't wearing anything!

   "I just thought the world could use some dumb fun right now, and this is
all I could think of!" she told the reporter, laughing, "Besides, it's
actually crazy fun, you should try it!"

   "Thanks for giving us something fun to cover, or should I say uncover?"
the correspondent said, grinning.

   Alexa groaned at the reporter's cheesy comment, but had to admire the
woman's daring, and thought her behavior was actually pretty generous
considering the state of the world; as silly as it was, the mystery woman
had certainly made Alexa's day a little more tolerable.  She caught the
segment a few more times that afternoon, laughing each time she saw it.

   Seeing the video of the streaker made Alexa think about her crazy New
Year's Eve escapade.  Her naked adventure that night had been more about
overcoming her own boredom than brightening the day of any bystanders, and
was only made possible by her drinking a bit too much champagne, so she and
the TV streaker had very different motivations.

   In Alexa's case, being seen hadn't been her intent, at least not at
first!  Different as their streaking was, Alexa could definitely appreciate
the woman's "crazy fun" comment, and though it hadn't been any kind of plan
she was sure she had given a couple of men something pleasant to remember.

   The one regret Alexa had about her brief taste of exhibitionism was not
getting a photo of herself in mid-adventure; she'd never done anything
remotely like it before and was sure she never would again, so she sort of
wished she had some documentation of her one wild night.

   She even thought if there was a photo showing her nude in the store but
not showing her face, as long as she wasn't recognizable she could tape it
up next to the photo of another woman who had become something of a store
legend by getting naked there one night a few months before Alexa began
working there.

   Alexa liked to think that a photo like that might someday inspire some
future employee the way the first woman's photo had given her the idea to
do something so outrageous!

   Over the next several days Alexa continued thinking about the streaker;
at first, she just remembered the actual news segment, less than a minute
long but memorable because, well, how often do you see a naked woman on the
news?

   Eventually, she began thinking about what it would be like to see the
streaker in action in person, and wondered how many people might have
already seen her.

   From there it was a natural jump to start thinking about the logistics
involved.  How far did she run?  Where did she get undressed?  Did she
place clothes at her destination or run in a loop back to her starting
point?  Did she strip in front of anyone or stay out of sight until she
began running?  Did she actually try to be seen or just leave it to chance?
Did anyone she knew even know about her streaking?

   By the time a week had passed since she had seen the streaker on TV,
Alexa had begun to move beyond theorizing about how the streaker in the
news might go about her daring behavior.

   Just as a sort of thought exercise to fend off boredom, Alexa began to
think about how best to do a streak if one wanted to; where, when, and how
to leave clothes behind, whether to strip in view of anyone or emerge from
a building or car already naked, how to be sure to have clothes safely
waiting at the end of the route, and a few dozen other details, not least
of which was whether to try to accomplish the streak undetected or
intentionally allow oneself to be seen!

   She laughed at herself for spending so much time on such a pointless
exercise, but it was a fun way to pass time, even if she couldn't think of
anyone she knew who would be likely to ever actually do such a thing.

   Her own one-time-only experience with public nudity had been an
impulsive, champagne-fueled bit of madness, being a lightweight when
drinking and being bored had combined to overwhelm her usual sensible
personality; what she was doing now was just a harmless way to kill time.

   Though it was true that she found imagining herself naked somewhere out
in the world mildly exciting, it wasn't anywhere near the top of her list
of fantasies, and definitely not something she could see herself trying. 
She guessed that she was probably the least likely of her circle of
cautious friends to ever do such a thing, not that any of her gang were
particularly likely to flash their body either; even the girl in their
group who had once entered a wet t-shirt contest insisted she never could
have done so if she hadn't downed several Long Island Iced Teas before
deciding to enter.

   Once Alexa began to focus on the logistics of a still very much
theoretical plan for a streak, she spent more and more time thinking
through each detail.  Options were developed, considered, and either
rejected or incorporated into her plan.  Somewhere along the way she had
begun calling it a plan, not because she expected anyone to use it as a
guide to actually doing a streak, but because she found that imagining
someone actually carrying it out made her think more clearly about how best
to achieve her goals.

   The goals led to a set of rules, developed as she began to consider her
many options, which were written on the first page of a notebook she began
using to keep track of her ideas and write up the entire plan for the
streak from beginning to end; without thinking about it, Alexa had begun
treating the proposed streak like one of her school research projects, with
multiple drafts and revisions.

   In large print on the first page of the notebook, Alexa wrote:

   1) Run (or walk) from one point to another outdoors while I'm completely
naked.

   2) Distance covered should be at least ¼ mile, preferably longer.

   3) Being seen should be possible, but not necessarily probable.

   4) Other than by choosing the route and timing, I can have no control
over whether or not I am seen.

   5) I MUST do the streak during daylight hours.

   6) Once fully naked, I am to have no clothing available until reaching
the end of my planned route.

   7) I am to have no help or assistance from anyone.

   8) No alcohol or any other mind-altering substances are allowed, I am to
do the streak stone-cold sober or not at all.

   Reviewing her rules a few days after writing them, Alexa blushed as she
noticed something she'd somehow missed before; she quickly revised the
rules, replacing "I" with "the streaker".  While it was true that lately
she had become used to imagining herself carrying out the plan, she told
herself that she only imagined herself in the role of streaker to work out
the details of the purely theoretical plan.

   About three weeks after she had seen the streaker on TV, Alexa was
finally satisfied with the plan she had worked out.  It was daring, but she
thought it was certainly feasible if one was brave enough.  "Brave enough
to risk being seen stark naked by anyone lucky enough to be at the right
place at the right time!" she said to herself, shivering at the thought.

   She was pleased with her plan, and a little bit sad to put it away now
that it was finished, but there was really nothing left to add, no more
revisions to be made.  She went back to her books and TV to pass time
during her shifts at the store but frequently found herself distracted.

   Alexa eventually admitted to herself that she had become more than just
curious about how some theoretical streaker might fare if they were to
follow her plan; all the time she had invested in planning out the streak
had made her wish she could somehow convince someone to take her plan
beyond being theoretical, to actually risk executing it, getting naked in
the real world.

   She posted on her Facebook page a version of one of the "Never Have I
Ever" quizzes floating around the internet, including a question on
streaking, and another about stripping, hoping she might find that one of
her friends or acquaintances would turn out to be unexpectedly daring. 
Though she got a lot of responses the exercise just proved once again what
a cautious bunch she and her friends were.  Even her fairly long list of
Facebook friends didn't turn out to have any admitted streakers for Alexa
to recruit.

   She didn't have any idea how she might get a volunteer interested
anyway, imagining her side of an awkward conversation with someone she
might not have seen in several years, "Hi Heather...yeah, it's been a
while....  thanks for responding to the quiz.  I noticed you have some
experience streaking; as it happens I'm looking for someone to do a streak
I've planned out....oh, no, no, I won't be doing it, no way!....yeah,
you're right, I'm kind of a coward, but I really want to see how well my
plan works; I think for someone like you who's used to streaking, it might
be fun...oh, just the one time, Freshman year....they stole your
clothes?....Yeah, you're right, that doesn't sound like fun at all....For
what it's worth I'd definitely take care of your clothes if you....Okay, I
get it, sorry to bother you, bye-bye."

   Anyone who knew her would have said Alexa was probably the least likely
person they knew to pull such a stunt; she was known to be cautious and a
rule follower, definitely not a rebel.  All that was true, but since she
clearly wasn't going to find anyone else willing to do it, she found
herself beginning to think about how it would play out, and wondering how
it would feel if she tried to go through with it herself!  She spent the
better part of three days carefully weighing the pros and cons of carrying
out her plan on her own!

   During her deliberations, she wondered if she would have made the rules
quite so challenging if she had been anticipating having to follow them
herself!  "Did I intend all along to be bound by these damned rules?" she
wondered, a little nervous at the idea that something in her subconscious
might have been quietly steering her to this point for the past several
weeks.

   In the end, her choice was between finally finding out how her plan
would work out if set in motion or playing it safe by keeping it tucked
away in her notebook.  As terrifying as it was for her to imagine being
even partly undressed in public, in broad daylight, for a considerable
amount of both time and distance, her curiosity had by now become ever so
slightly stronger than her fear.  "If I don't at least try to do this I'll
always wonder how much of it I could have done, how it would have gone in
reality compared with my best effort to plan it out, and most of all how I
would feel during it!" she told herself.

   She was still sure trying to do the entire plan as she had developed it
was a truly foolish idea but wasn't too worried about the more demanding
parts since she more or less expected to chicken out before removing a
single piece of clothing and was all but certain she'd back out well before
being truly exposed.  Though she doubted her ability to completely follow
her plan she was determined to see how far she could get!

   After making her decision to attempt at least some part of her streaking
plan, Alexa needed a couple of days to ready herself and her outfit.  By
the following Wednesday, her preparations were complete and she was ready
as she'd ever be.  Other than being exactly four weeks since she had seen
the streaker on TV, being a Wednesday didn't really make any difference; at
Alexa's workplace, every day was pretty much the same.

   "Except today," she thought, "This being the day I take off all my
clothes, leave them behind and go for a little jaunt!" The thought of what
she had planned for today had her shivering, even though she wasn't going
to begin the more daring part of her scheme for at least another hour.

   "Are you okay?" Martin asked when he saw Alexa shivering as she arrived
for work right at 8:00 AM.

   "Um, yeah, just kind of cold in here, I didn't have the AC on in my
car." she lied.  "Can't very well tell him I'm shivering because I'm
thinking I may possibly be naked right where he's now standing in a few
hours!" she thought to herself.

   "Well, maybe getting your smock on will help you warm up," Martin
suggested, "and I can turn the thermostat up a couple of degrees if you're
still cold in an hour or so."

   "You'll still be here in an hour?" Alexa asked as she took her smock out
of her locker, "Usually you take off as soon as I clock in."

   "Not today, I'm afraid; I need to go over some invoices and it's too
distracting at home with the kids not in school.  I should be done in a
couple of hours."

   Alexa was both relieved and nervous; relieved because she had some extra
time before she'd have to shed her clothes and nervous because she had
planned everything to happen at a particular time.  She tried to adjust the
schedule in her head to see if the delay in starting her plan was likely to
create any problems.  In her stressed state, she couldn't remember some
details so she took her streaking notebook out of her bag and reviewed the
plan one last time from start to finish; everything still seemed to work as
long as Martin didn't hang around any later than Noon.

   "What's in the notebook?" Martin asked.  Alexa hadn't noticed him leave
his office, and jumped a little.

   "Just some class notes," she lied again, thinking "Can't very well show
him my detailed plan about wandering about in my birthday suit." More
shivering.

   "Wow, looks like your smock didn't make much difference," said Martin,
"I'll turn the AC down a little."

   "Thanks," Alexa said, though she didn't expect her shivering to go away
no matter what Martin set the store's thermostat to.

   Martin retreated to his office and concentrated on his paperwork.  Alexa
puttered around the store, straightening up and dusting to justify her
presence.  Martin finally finished up his tasks around 11:30 and said
goodbye, smiling as he asked Alexa, "You sure you'll be able to handle it?"

   Fairly nervous as the start of her plan was getting nearer and
distracted by her review of the change in her schedule, Alexa hesitated
before replying, "Uh, yeah, relax, boss, I got this!", her voice quavering
a bit and slightly muffled beneath her surgical mask.

   Martin was barely out the door before Alexa began feeling butterflies in
her stomach, even though she wasn't scheduled to do anything too bold for
some time; though it was just beginning, Martin's departure was her plan's
official starting point.  She drew a deep breath and said in a shaky voice,
"Okay, here I go!" to the empty store.

   She began her first few steps towards executing her plan; by design, the
early steps were not risky or challenging, just necessary tasks, and a way
to ease into the process.  She couldn't completely get the harder steps to
come later out of her mind, but checking off these easy early items on her
to-do list did help calm her down, being mostly normal enough things to do:

   1) Remove your smock, place in locker along with purse.  Keep ONLY one
set of car keys and a coin out of the locker and take with you in a small
plastic bag from the sales counter, lock your locker with a padlock.  Make
sure your spare car key is in your purse!  Hide padlock key but remember
where you hid it!

   2) Go to front window, look out at parking lot and road for 10-20
minutes (sometimes lately there wasn't much else to do, today this was
active surveillance).

   3) Call Martin to ask about some store operations question (actually
just to confirm he was at home, but a normal enough thing to do).

   4) Lock front door, flip sign to "Sorry, we're closed" side (Usual
procedure for a bathroom break when working solo).

   5) As soon as you see the city bus pass by, go out the back door, key in
6 digit code to lock.  You have exactly one hour before the next bus
arrives.  Make sure door is latched (normal way to leave the store on a few
occasions when she had to depart a few minutes before the next shift
arrived)

   6) Get in your car, drive slowly across the entire parking lot, park at
far end (not typical, but something she sometimes did to sit in the only
part of the parking lot with shade at mid-day and eat her lunch)

   7) Get out of the car, walk the length of shopping center sidewalk,
(something she'd done a few times back when stores were still occupied,
today just verifying that nobody else was around.

   She knew she was now as close to her workplace as at any point in her
travels, within 200 feet.  She could just walk back to work right now,
fully dressed, and have a nice, quiet, stress-free day.  After a full
minute spent thinking about the road not taken, Alexa turned away from her
workplace.

   "So far, so good," she thought.  Everything is going as planned, with no
sign of anyone in the stores and the usual nonexistent traffic.  Maybe this
won't be as hard as I've been thinking it would be," she told herself,
though she knew the degree of difficulty was about to go up.  A lot.

   8) Head back on the sidewalk along the storefronts to the far end of the
center where your car is parked.  Every time you pass a store entrance,
unbutton one of the buttons on your blouse, in any order you prefer.

   "Ahhh, even though I knew this was coming, it still kind of feels like a
shock!" Alexa whispered to herself, "I guess the shock is that I'm trying
this at all!" she said in a clearer voice as she passed the first of many
store entrances and reached for the button at her blouse's collar.  She
realized she must have been preparing for this when she got dressed this
morning; she normally never buttoned the top two buttons on a blouse like
this!

   Despite having to deal with the additional buttons, her slow walking
pace and some delay caused by the considerable shaking her hands were doing
after the fourth button, her blouse was fully open and flowing behind her
in the breeze in less than eight minutes.  With all six buttons unfastened,
Alexa took a deep breath and reminded herself what step 9 now demanded of
her.

   9) Once your blouse is completely unbuttoned, find a trash receptacle
and throw your blouse away.

   Undoing all the buttons on her blouse in public had seemed quite daring
enough; actually removing it out there and throwing it away seemed
downright reckless.  She was fast approaching the point of not having a
good explanation for her appearance if anyone were to ask.  "Fortunately,
there's nobody around but me, so off it comes!" she said out loud.  Her
bravado was undercut somewhat by the way she shook a bit as she slipped her
left arm free; the shaking only intensified once her right arm was free,
with the blouse now completely off.  "I know the crazy chick who wrote
these instructions; I'll bet she thought I wouldn't get this far!" Alexa
thought as she dropped the blouse in the first trash receptacle she came
upon.

   A few days earlier, Alexa had made a quick visit after work to a local
Goodwill thrift store to prepare for today's challenge, knowing there was
at least a slim chance she might get far enough along in her plan to treat
at least some piece of her ensemble as disposable!  She thought the chance
she would actually dispose of her entire outfit was minuscule, laughably
improbable, but she was a meticulous planner and also didn't want a
reluctance to part with any item of her normal clothing to influence the
outcome of her experiment.  Since her entire outfit had cost her less than
$20, (other than her favorite sandals, which she had no intention of
permanently parting with) she was prepared, at least financially, to lose
everything she was still wearing above her ankles.  Whether she was
prepared to go anywhere near that far emotionally was still very much an
open question as she moved on to step 10.

   10) Each time you pass a store entrance, undo one button on your skirt.
If (or rather when) it is loose enough to slide off you, let it!  Step out
of the skirt and stuff it through a mail slot at one of the stores, all the
way through until it drops to the floor inside the store.

   What the hell had she been thinking when she developed these
instructions?  Surely not that she'd have to comply with them herself! 
Losing the blouse hadn't really been too outrageous since the only bra
she'd found at the thrift store in her size was dark, full cut, and made of
a solid fabric; it wasn't really any more revealing than some tops her
friends wore out clubbing.

   Getting out of the skirt was a different matter.  Pretty much never did
you see anyone at a shopping center like this dressed below the waist in
only a lacy purple thong like the one now peeking out above the waistband
of her skirt after she'd undone the first of four buttons.  The thong
looked much more like something you might see a stripper wearing, at least
temporarily.  "Maybe I should have looked for something less flashy in the
back of my lingerie drawer," she thought as the second button being undone
let the waistband of her skirt slide noticeably lower down her butt.

   "Then again, improbable as it still seems, if I somehow don't lose my
nerve in the next few minutes, the style of panties I began this adventure
wearing really won't matter anymore!" The realization of how close she was
getting to full-on nudity made her shudder, in a surprisingly good way.  A
mix of fear and arousal was building in her as she set off for the next
entrance.

   The next store entrance was fairly far off, as she was now passing a
large grocery store.  She welcomed the delay before she would need to undo
button number three, and drew out her remaining time with her skirt still
looking sort of respectable by stopping a few times to read various notices
taped inside the store windows, "Hmmmn, there's a fundraiser for St. 
Cuthbert's school band next week," she read silently, "and a Honda Civic
for sale." Realizing she was stalling, she finally stopped her dawdling and
resumed her march toward the next entrance.

   Popping the third button was almost enough to let gravity have its way
with the imitation silk skirt.  Almost, but not quite; despite the
temperature having risen to the low 80's, Alexa felt a chill knowing that
her essentially naked butt was only fractions of an inch away from being
completely revealed!  She paused at the next store entrance, one with a
recessed door which combined with adjacent windows to make a pretty good
three-way mirror.

   She was fairly amazed at the sight of her reflection, dressed as it was
in only a bra, a positively sinful looking thong, now mostly in view, and
her skirt, which was now riding about as low on her hips as possible!  She
was so busy admiring her reflection that she didn't remember for a minute
that reaching this entrance meant that it was time to release the final
button.  She fumbled with it briefly, a reasonable reaction to her
awareness of how little she was about to be wearing, in plain view, at what
was it by now, maybe 12:30 in the afternoon?

   When she'd decided just a few days ago to make this attempt to carry out
her plan, she had also decided that if, or more realistically, when she
reached a point where she couldn't make herself take any more clothing off,
she would continue to act out each step, pretending to strip without
actually removing any clothing.

   She knew she would look odd pantomiming most of her strip and streak,
but thought it would allow her to at least imagine a little bit of what
truly living out the entire plan would have felt like.  She was now one
button away from blowing past the point she had expected to switch to
pretending to strip!

   Alexa hung on to the skirt for a long moment after freeing the final
button, suddenly reluctant to let the skirt drop to the sidewalk.  She
looked at her reflection in the door, realizing for the first time she was
breathing noticeably harder than usual, about as if she had just run up
several flights of stairs.

   She turned slowly, looking back over her shoulder, and saw that though
she hadn't yet let go of the skirt it was now low enough to reveal her
entire ass.  She considered her butt to be her sexiest feature, full and
rounded but kept firm by her regular gym sessions.  The view over her
shoulder confirmed that her thong was showing it off nicely!

   Since the skirt had ceased to cover anything it was meant to, she let it
go and stepped out of the small puddle of fabric that settled around her
feet.  Knowing any hesitation might let doubts about her present course of
action take over, she quickly dropped to her knees and stuffed the skirt
into the mail slot a foot or so above the sidewalk.  Her heart was racing
but skipped a beat when she released the last bit of the pleated garment
and watched it disappear through the slot and settle on the floor inside
the store.

   Alexa gave some serious thought to ending her quest now, or at least
switching to her imitation striptease option; she already looked scandalous
and couldn't really lose any more clothing without some truly serious
exposure.  She was well aware of what the next step would require.

   She hadn't really expected to be able to push herself this far and had
already been far bolder than she thought possible; on the other hand, when
would she ever be in this kind of situation again, having such a public
space all to herself, allowing her to be so daring?  "I'm so close!" she
thought, "I think I might actually be able to do this, to go all the way!"
Even after her decision was made, she found herself shaking as she began
step 11.

   11) Walk out to a point halfway between the stores and your car.  Take
your bra off.  Slowly.  When you have it off, take the coin out of the bag
and flip it; heads -- unlock the car and put the bra inside, tails -- walk
back to the nearest store and stuff the bra through the mail slot.

   Alexa took a couple of steps off the sidewalk onto the parking lot, then
stopped.  Despite having started off, she doubted she could go topless out
in such an open spot; up to now all of her disrobing had taken place in the
relative shelter of the deep shade at the sidewalk, partly hidden by trash
receptacles, planters, columns, and benches, not out in the wide-open,
sunny parking lot!

   She silently cursed herself for having parked so far from the building,
knowing the resulting spot where her own instructions were calling for her
to stand while slowly stripping out of her bra was at least 60 feet from
either the building or her car.  The location would leave her far from any
shelter but would potentially give any passerby lucky enough to come by at
the right time an unobstructed view of her open-air striptease!

   Standing still at the edge of the parking lot, she told herself that
back when she'd made up this plan, even when she'd parked the car a short
time ago, she probably had believed the car's location would be irrelevant
by this point, fully expecting that she'd already have quit removing
clothing a step or two ago.

   The possibility now occurred to Alexa that some previously unknown part
of her psyche had intentionally chosen such an open area for her to occupy
as she freed herself from her bra, eagerly anticipating how exposed she
would be in that spot!  "I could have parked right next to the sidewalk,
but I didn't," she whispered, as if she was revealing a shameful secret, "I
chose this." She now faced another choice; whether to keep removing
clothing or give in to the temptation to just act out the removal of what
little remained of her outfit.

   As she resumed her slow walk towards the midpoint between the building
and her car she thought, "If I do have an inner exhibitionist trying to get
me out of my clothes, I have to admit she's doing a good job.  An hour ago
I'd have bet a month's pay that by now I'd just be going through the
motions.  I can't believe I'm doing any of this!"

   Reaching her destination but still undecided about continuing with her
striptease, Alexa scanned her surroundings one more time; taking comfort in
the utterly quiet setting, she took a deep breath and reached for the bra
strap riding on her left shoulder.  She pretended to lift the strap off her
shoulder and down her arm, even pretending to wriggle her arm out from
inside the loose imaginary strap, then suddenly stopped.  After a long
pause, she closed her eyes, and slipped a finger under the strap to slide
it slowly down her upper arm and over her elbow, this time for real!

   Despite feeling a little light-headed, she slipped her left arm out of
the dangling strap and repeated the process on her right side.  She reached
behind her back with her right hand, feeling her way to the four small
hooks at the center of her back which were now all that was allowing the
bra to keep her ample breasts covered.  Holding her left arm tight to the
front of the bra, she whispered, "okay, looks like I'm really doing this
after all!" and popped the hooks loose; the back straps sprung away,
exposing her entire back!

   After one more look around to see if she had acquired an audience, she
looked down at her breasts, now covered only because her left forearm was
still holding the cups of her bra loosely in place.  She hesitated for a
moment, not because of any lingering modesty, but just to allow herself
time to revel in each new sensation.

   Ignoring the pounding of her heart, she squeezed her right breast as she
shifted her left arm slightly, just enough to let the bra slip away,
uncovering her left breast!  She smiled as she pulled the bra away from her
body, completely revealing her full, teardrop-shaped breasts and small pink
nipples!

   Surprised by a sudden wish that some unseen observer might now be
enjoying her act, she playfully swung the bra around a few times before
draping it over her shoulder, thinking, "this is probably as close as I'll
ever get to actually being a stripper, so I may as well act the part!" She
knew that if she had gone on with her imitation strip act she'd have missed
out on a feeling like none she had ever experienced.

   She remembered how a boyfriend she had during her Sophomore year had
asked her to strip for him.  She had flat out refused to even consider
performing a striptease then, in the privacy of her dorm room and for the
pleasure of only one man, who she was already having sex with.  Now she was
doing a very public striptease for the enjoyment of any stranger who might
happen to look her way!  Even more amazing, she was actually enjoying
herself!

   She was shocked that imagining herself being a stripper affected her the
way it did; her pulse shot up, she could feel her face flush and her
nipples stiffen.  She offered a silent retroactive apology to her former
boyfriend, saying, "Sorry, Josh; if I'd known how much I'd end up liking
this I'd definitely have stripped for you."

   She fished the coin out and flipped it; tails.  She had strong
reservations about putting one of her two remaining bits of clothing beyond
her reach; as skimpy as they were, they would be vastly better than nothing
if she needed to cover up.  Doubts considered and overcome, she felt her
pulse getting faster again as she complied with the instructions, stuffing
the bulky bra through the same mail slot which had swallowed her skirt a
few minutes ago.

   Seeing herself reflected in the door, practically naked, she shuddered
as she thought about how drastically her outfit had been diminished in just
the last few minutes.  She shook in earnest as she thought about whether or
not she should go on to step 12.  She actually already knew whether she
ought to proceed; of course not, what she was doing now was insane!  She
also knew there was no chance she could stop before completing at least one
more step!

   12) Walk back out to a point halfway between the stores and your car. 
Take off your panties.  Slowly.  When you have them off, flip the coin
again; heads -- unlock the car and put the panties inside, tails -- walk
back to the nearest store and stuff the panties through the mail slot.

   "Simple enough in theory, making up this challenge in the fully dressed
safety of your apartment or workplace," Alexa thought as she walked slowly
back to the same spot where she had stripped out of her bra moments ago,
now to be the setting for her to peel off her thong, "considerably harder
if you're actually out in the open deciding whether or not to take off your
last bit of clothing, not to mention possibly putting said last piece of
clothing irrevocably out of reach!  How am I even considering this?"

   Now that she was finally on the verge of being naked, she wondered how
her current plan had become so focused on the process of stripping instead
of actually running around in the nude; "maybe I'm more of a stripper at
heart than a frolic about naked kind of girl," she thought, "but I can't
say for sure unless I try that kind of streaking, and maybe just for the
sake of comparison, strip for real sometime with an actual audience!  So
many things to try..."

   Then the memory of her recent reaction to acting like a stripper took
over; she breathed a little harder as she hooked her thumbs over the
waistband of the thong and began working them down, down, down, as slowly
as she could stand, teasing herself mercilessly.  She wondered if she was
teasing anyone else at the moment, but knew that she wouldn't be torturing
any lucky spectator currently watching her for much longer!  She wished she
had a mirror to see how she looked right then, with her ass now free of
what little cover the thong had been providing.

   She didn't need a mirror to have a good view of her clit and pussy as
they were revealed.  Just the night before she had shaved away all but a
tiny tuft of her blonde pubes to show her sex off as completely as
possible, even though she had thought it extraordinarily unlikely that
she'd follow the plan anywhere like this far, or that anything like this
much of her body would be exposed!  "If anyone is watching...  ohhh man, I
hope someone is!" she whispered, shocking herself one more time as she
pulled the lacy garment halfway down her thighs!

   Alexa felt a surge of energy with each slight movement of the thong, her
pulse now pounding in her ears as her reveal was complete.  She knew it
wouldn't take much at all now to push her over the edge into an orgasm, but
managed, barely, to hold herself back.  She had accepted the fact that she
might be seen by someone while naked, and incredibly enough was even
getting to like the idea, but masturbating in public wasn't about to happen
for her, "Not now, anyway," she thought.

   She let go of the thong entirely and watched it slip down her legs and
settle on the asphalt parking lot surface.  She stared at it a moment,
stunned at what she had just done, then disentangled it from her feet and
picked it up.  She looked around sheepishly to see if anyone might have
arrived just in time to see her complete her strip.  She was relieved,
mostly, to see no sign she had been watched, and moved on to her next task.

   With her thong now removed it was time for the coin flip to determine
its fate.  She would be a little sad if she couldn't keep it as a souvenir
of this amazing experience, and everything else she'd started her adventure
wearing was already lost to her.  She was also more than a little nervous
about having to finish her remaining tasks without a single garment of any
sort available to her!  "Am I really going to let the flip of a coin
deprive me of my last bit of cover?" she thought, then quickly answered her
own question, "Apparently I am!" as she flipped the coin one more time. 
She held her breath as the coin spun in the air; tails again!

   She walked over to the same mail slot as before, wondering what whoever
eventually found her discarded pieces of clothing would guess about how
they had come to be there.  When she reached the door she paused, not due
to any remaining reluctance to give up the thong, but just to take in her
reflection.

   She saw her naked reflection just about every day in the privacy of her
apartment, but seeing herself totally nude with a parking lot, open sky and
buildings in the background was a completely new experience.  She smiled as
the thong disappeared through the mail slot, reunited with her bra and
skirt.  "Okay girl, now you're really working without a net," she whispered
to herself.  The last shred of her clothing having been discarded, Alexa
moved on to step 13.

   13) Put anything you still have with you or are wearing into the car and
lock it.  Yes, assuming you left the spare key in your locker back at your
workplace, this includes the car key!  Walk a full lap around the perimeter
of the parking lot, returning to touch your car before walking back to your
workplace by way of the shopping center storefronts.  Let yourself in the
back door with the keypad, get your smock out of your locker and put it on,
wearing only it, and ONLY it until the end of your shift.  Congratulations,
you've met every challenge!

   While she couldn't get any more naked than she already was, this
instruction added a new element of risk, since locking the keys in her car
would mean that the fairly distant convenience store would be her only
refuge if anything were to go wrong.  She hadn't yet felt the need to
retreat to the car, but now that she was completely naked the idea of
losing her only nearby shelter was pretty scary.

   There was also a fairly long walk to be taken, while naked and barefoot!
Still, she hadn't regretted going forward with a single step so far, so she
slipped out of her sandals, took off her mask, then put her coin, a
necklace, three rings, a couple of bracelets, and the car keys all in the
small plastic bag, and placed the collected items on the driver's seat.

   Something about the loss of her footwear made her feel even more
vulnerable than her nudity had already done.  Though she was almost too
frightened to lock herself out of the car, vulnerable as she was, she took
a deep breath, hit the lock button, and swung the door shut.  Strangely,
the realization that she had at least temporarily given up every single
garment and possession gave her a feeling of freedom.  "If the song's right
about freedom being just another word for nothing left to lose, I'm about
as free as a person can get!" she thought.

   It occurred to her how rare a thing it was for her to not be carrying a
single object out in the world; no keys, no phone, no laptop, no backpack
loaded down with books, no jewelry, no cup of coffee, no purse with its
dozens of items inside.  The absence of any possessions felt almost as
unsettling as her complete lack of clothing!  Pleased with herself for
being brave enough to take on this final challenge, she set out on her lap
around the parking lot.

   One side of the lot was easy enough to traverse, as a thick row of
hedges blocked a small office building from view, more importantly blocking
anyone in the building from getting a look at the buxom naked blonde slowly
picking her way along the edge of the parking lot, carefully trying to
avoid stepping on anything sharp.

   The next side was the longest, following the path of the street from one
end of the center to the other.  This side was the real challenge; there
was a nice smooth sidewalk, but a whole row of three-story buildings lined
the other side of the street, less than fifty feet from the path Alexa
would soon be walking.  She studied the buildings for a minute before
committing to this very long, very exposed part of her route.

   The ground floors were all occupied by small businesses, so were
unlikely to be occupied during the shutdown, but she couldn't tell if the
upper two stories were part of the businesses or, she quivered to think,
apartments, likely to be occupied by bored residents.  She might be about
to make some people's day a lot less boring, and shuddered to think that
maybe she already had!

   Deciding that having some anonymous people see her stroll by while naked
would be tolerable, Alexa crept out from behind the hedge she had been
sheltering behind and strode down the sidewalk at a brisk clip.  Despite
deciding to go through with this part of her task, she wasn't sure she
really wanted to know whether or not any eyes were trained on her.

   About halfway along the segment, her curiosity overcame whatever
embarrassment she still felt about her nudity; she stopped and turned to
look across the street.  Even a quick look was enough to see at least a
half dozen curtains being shifted in the upper floors.  "Ohmigod, I
definitely have an audience," she groaned, blushing a deep red and feeling
a familiar tingle down below, "but I can't turn back now."

   Up until that point Alexa had been able to use the fact that she
couldn't be certain she had been seen by a single person to make her
broad-daylight nudity and increasingly outrageous behavior seem like no big
deal.  She had found herself adapting a version of the question about a
tree in the forest making any sound to her own situation, asking, "If a
woman takes off all her clothes in a public parking lot but nobody sees her
do it, is she really naked?"

   Now she had to decide how she felt about the reality that several
strangers were right that minute watching her naked stroll!  Though she
hadn't thought it was likely, she had always known this might happen if she
followed her plan this far, and now that it was a done deal she decided she
didn't feel like having strangers see her naked body harmed her in any way;
in a sense, knowing she was being observed brought her back to her original
curiosity about the streaker on TV and how she must have felt when
streaking with an audience!

   As for how she was feeling now herself, as she processed the awareness
of just how public her public nudity had turned out to be, she had to admit
that however unlikely it might be, she was actually enjoying being watched!
"I hope whoever is watching is getting as much out of this as I am!" she
thought.

   She resumed her walk, but her stroll became more of a strut as she
slowed her pace and spun around a couple of times to give whoever was
watching the chance to see her from all angles as well as a bit more time
to enjoy the show, and also to give herself a bit more time to enjoy being
the show!

   The third side of the lot was really just the border between the
shopping center and her store's lot, not very interesting or very
challenging.  She considered stopping there and leaving out the last few
legs of the streak she had tasked herself with, but having come so far and
experienced so much she wanted to complete the entire challenge.

   The last piece of her parking lot perimeter hike was really just a walk
alongside the sidewalk in front of the stores, not too interesting except
as a sort of a trip down memory lane.  The last time she walked along this
route in this direction she had started off fully dressed; it seemed a lot
longer ago than the 45 minutes or so her adventure had taken; a lot had
changed in that time.

   Alexa didn't feel like the same woman whose hands shook so much she
could hardly unbutton her blouse the last time she passed this way, or even
the one so reluctant to let her skirt drop to the sidewalk a few doors
further down the sidewalk.

   After touching her car as directed, Alexa turned to finally head back to
her workplace, walking back on the sidewalk.  She actually stopped a few
times to see what was in some of the store windows, noticing what some of
them sold or did for the first time.  She also paused once or twice to
admire the bold young woman reflected in the window.

   She had almost made it to the end of the center when she was startled by
a loud tapping on the window of the store she was passing, coming from
inside the store!  It took Alexa a few seconds to see past the reflection
into the darkened space inside, but eventually was able to see a
gray-haired woman looking out at her, smiling and applauding

   Alexa blushed deeply in reaction to being seen in her current state by
someone so near, but she smiled back.  The woman gave her a two-handed
thumbs-up sign, which Alexa responded to with a deep bow before continuing
on her way to her workplace.

   The last few hundred feet of Alexa's naked stroll passed by
uneventfully. Though she was still feeling a steady tingly feeling being so
exposed and vulnerable, by now she was looking forward to covering up, even
if only with her work uniform.  While having only the smock meant whoever
was scheduled to come in at 4 PM to relieve her would be treated to an
unprecedented view of her legs, she remembered from past experience that
the smock was long enough to conceal everything panties or her skimpiest
shorts would have.

   She wished she had brought along a whole spare outfit today, but she
honestly hadn't believed she was going to get through anything like the
full plan.  Clearly, the lack of a backup set of clothes hadn't discouraged
her from parting with everything she was wearing as she began her working
day.

   She laughed as she remembered what her expectation had been; she had
imagined getting as far as completely unbuttoning her blouse and maybe,
just possibly, taking it off!

   She walked around the corner of the building and went straight to the
back door; she keyed in the 6 digit code on the lock, only to have the red
light on the keypad light up and the words "incorrect code" show up on the
small screen!  She was sure she had remembered the code correctly, so she
assumed she must have just pressed one of the digits incorrectly.  She made
herself wait a minute to be sure her hands were steady before carefully
entering the code again; again, red light!  "Fuck me, what's wrong with
this damned lock?" she muttered.

   Alexa tried to remember everything Martin had told her about how the
keypad functioned.  She knew from her own experience that three incorrect
attempts would lock up the keypad for an hour; she had messed up three
times in a row once when trying to lock up and had to wait for the keypad
to reset, an outcome she was desperate to avoid repeating now!  She
remembered pretty clearly his explanation of how the lock worked and was
sure of the code, a ridiculously simple one.

   "How the hell can I have messed up 123456?" she grumbled, "I'm sure
that's what I keyed in to lock up earlier, so what the hell is going on
here?" She keyed in the digits one more time, this time making sure the
correct numbers were displayed on the screen before pressing the enter
button.  Red light again, this time resulting in the word LOCKOUT and a
digital readout of the one-hour countdown triggered by her third failed
attempt.

   "ARRRH!  FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!" she shouted.  She sat down on an empty milk
crate, trying to think of some way out of this mess.  Some way that didn't
involve hanging out behind the store naked for a few hours and having to
explain her situation to whoever arrived to work the next shift.  After a
few minutes, she had only come up with one idea.  She headed back towards
the store where the woman had been applauding, thinking she would be likely
to help.

   The friendly woman may well have been willing to help, but by the time
Alexa reached the store there was no sign of the woman inside, and no
answer to Alexa's repeated knocking.

   Alexa thought for a moment about where she could find something,
anything to wear; she remembered that her blouse, the first piece of
clothing she'd stripped out of, was in a trash receptacle, the only piece
of clothing she hadn't shoved through one of the mail slots.

   She wasn't sure it was even long enough to cover up any of her ass or
pussy, but at this point, it would have to do.  She looked in three
receptacles before finding the one with her blouse at the bottom, a
location which, combined with the design of the lid of the receptacle, made
it impossible for Alexa to reach it.  Of course.

   Before giving up on retrieving the blouse, Alexa was so focused on
trying to reach it she didn't notice the sound of the city bus approaching
in time to take cover, but she did manage to turn to check how many
passengers it was carrying; it looked like a properly social distanced ten
or twelve, at least some of whom were looking her way!

   Alexa trudged back to her store, resigned to waiting for some fellow
employee to come and let her in.  When she was sure it had been close to an
hour since her botched attempt to unlock the door she was about to try
again, with little hope but nothing to lose.  Just as she was about to
approach the door she heard a vehicle arriving.  This was way too early for
her replacement -- had Martin tried calling her while she was out exposing
herself?  Had someone called the police to report a naked woman prowling
about?

   She ducked around the corner of the building to avoid being spotted
until she knew who was coming.  She was surprised to see a dairy delivery
truck backing in and watched from her hiding place as the driver rang the
doorbell.  She had to suppress a chuckle, imagining how he would react to
her popping out to tell him, "You're wasting your time, there's nobody in
there!"

   She reluctantly decided to come out to talk with him, hoping he might
give her a ride somewhere and help her get some clothing.  It meant
actually interacting with a stranger while naked, but what was one more
person seeing her in the nude after all she'd already been seen by this
afternoon?  She realized she'd be asking a lot, having no ID, cash, or
credit cards, but he was likely her last chance to avoid the humiliation of
being found in her current state by a fellow employee.

   She was about to stop hiding and approach him when she noticed him
trying the keypad after ringing the doorbell a few times, she hadn't known
the dairy had the code.  She was shocked to hear the lock click and see him
open the door!  "Why did it work for him but not me?" she thought.

   After he had been in the store what seemed to her to be enough time to
make it to the cooler, she scrambled towards the open back door.  Though
she hoped to sneak by him while he was putting his handcart of products
away in the cooler, she was by now more than willing to risk being spotted
if that was the price she had to pay to get into the store!

   She dashed through the door, practically giddy at being indoors; she
bolted past the cooler and headed for the sales area, planning on crouching
between shelves piled high with chips and other snacks until the driver
left.

   Alexa and the delivery guy were just about equally shocked when she
rounded a corner and was barely able to stop herself from crashing into
him, sliding to a stop inches away from making contact, right as he was
stuffing a Twinkie in his mouth!

   Despite her being naked, or maybe because of it, she reacted first,
going on the offensive; she did her best to ignore the full-body blush and
air-conditioning induced goosebumps she was displaying from head to toe and
asked him in as serious a tone of voice as she could manage under the
circumstance, "Were you planning on paying for that?"

   "Umm, yeah, but I didn't think there was anyone here, nobody answered
the doorbell."

   "I was outside," she answered truthfully.

   "Outside?  Really?" he asked, still off-balance.

   "Yeah, I felt like having a walk," she said as she took a few steps
back, remembering the rules about social distancing.  She suddenly
remembered that she wasn't wearing her mask; she took one from the bag full
of them Martin had placed next to the register for his employees to wear
and put it on.

   She suppressed a laugh as she realized she was now more freaked out by
chatting with a stranger while not wearing her mask than she was by being
completely nude during said conversation!

   "Uhhh, a walk, like this?" he motioned at her body.

   "Yeah, sure, part of the way, why not?  I wasn't expecting any
deliveries this late," she replied with as innocent an expression as she
was capable of at the moment.

   "Yeah, well, I normally deliver here around 6 AM, but I had to cover a
second route today," he said, amazed, confused, and thrilled to be having a
conversation with this undeniably hot, inexplicably naked blonde.

   "Oh, that explains why I haven't seen you before; I only work days."

   "I'll be covering the extra route all this week and next," he replied.

   "So we'll see each other again!" she said, flashing him a big smile.

   "I hope so; I'm Jeremy, by the way," he said as he offered his hand to
shake.

   "Nice to meet you, Jeremy; I'm Lexie," she said, suddenly deciding an
alias might be a good idea.  It occurred to her that as wildly as her
behavior today had deviated from all her normal rules, maybe she should be
thinking of Lexie as her alter ego.  She waved off the offer of a handshake
and offered him an elbow bump instead, saying, "I probably should let you
get on with your deliveries."

   She turned away from him to walk to the register, giving Jeremy his
first look at her naked body from behind; she was glad that she'd found an
excuse to give him a look at what she considered to be her sexiest
features, and decided Lexie was responsible for the extra bit of shake she
gave her hips as she walked away from him!

   I'll ring your snack up; did you want anything else?" she managed to say
without cracking up.

   "Oh, go ahead, ask me.  I know you want to know why I'm naked, how could
you not?" she thought to herself, "I'd love to tell you all about it!"

   "Uh, no, that'll be all, I guess, thanks."

   "Okay, $1.49, please."

   He handed over two dollars and silently motioned for Alexa to put the
change in the tip jar.

   She smiled and said, "Thanks, see you tomorrow!"

   "I sure hope so," he said as he headed slowly toward the back door, a
long look back at her and a shake of his head the only sign anything about
their encounter had been the slightest bit unusual.  As he was heading out
the back door she thought she heard him mutter, "Man, this kind of thing
never happened when I was still single..."

   Alexa couldn't help giggling uncontrollably once she heard the back door
shut.  She opened her locker, retrieved her smock, and had just started to
put it back on when she, or more likely Lexie, had one final inspiration.
She decided to go back outside and wave goodbye to her new friend; she
unlocked the front door, stepped out, and jogged to a point well beyond the
gas pumps in front of the store, just a few feet short of the street.

   She was a little too late to wave to Jeremy, seeing his truck already on
the road and headed away, but turned out to be right on time to give the
dozen or so people riding by in the passing city bus a good close look at
her!  Though this latest encounter was totally unexpected, she enjoyed the
raised eyebrows, shocked looks, and smiles she saw on the passengers!

   She kept waving until she was sure the passengers could no longer see
her; she waved with her right arm, the only part of her body she'd had time
to get covered with the smock before running outside!  "I guess I should
have finished getting the smock on before running out here," she laughed as
she slipped her left arm into the smock and turned back to go inside the
store and finish her shift.