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| “I should write a very positive article on the nudist club.” Amber thought as she unhooked her bra. Obviously, if she was participating in the club, she couldn't do a negative article, it would reflect badly on herself, as a club member. “Even after the article is done, I'll stay an active, participating member of the club.” And since she was probably going to stay a member of the club until she graduated next year, it was kinda important to keep up good PR. “Delay the article as long as you can.” And of course, since she was doing all this, she'd need to delay the article for a few months. Lisa would understand, she was sure of it. Lisa got up to stop her. “God, she's lost her mind,” she thought to herself. “Do not stop her.” But she paused, as an idea began to form in her head. “You know, she might have a point.” “I like the idea of her embarrassing herself.” “And she has caused more trouble for the club than I care to think about.” Lisa sat back down. “And who knows? With her walking around like that, she might just attract a few new club members. Should make up for all the people she drove off when she took over.” “I should actively try to get her in situations where she'll be a bit more embarrassed, without her realizing it.” “In fact, maybe I'll give them all a quick phone call and let them know what's up.” Amber slipped her panties off, letting them fall to the floor. She bent down, picked them up, and layed them down on the neatly folded clothes pile she was keeping on one of the desks. “I should throw these away. I never want to wear underwear again.” Looking down at them again, she shuddered a bit. “What had I been thinking this morning?” Grabbing her bra and panties off the top of the pile, she balled them up and pitched them in the nearby trash bin. She made a mental note to clean out her underwear drawer when she got home. The freshman walked up to her, trying very hard not to look at her. “I should stop giving him such a hard time.” She briefly had the great idea to start being nicer to him, and the other people working in the club. |
 | Greg turned around to leave only to run smack into a woman wearing a smart business suit and dark sunglasses. “Uh, Excus...” “Having fun, Greg?” Greg paused. “Uh, what?” “Are you having fun? I mean, it's not every day you see a newbie telepath forcing a real bitch into prancing around naked.” Greg turned 3 different shades of white. “Uh I don't...” “Save it. We need to talk, please come with me.” Greg looked around for some avenue of escape. “Calm down. I'm not here to punish you, or capture you, or anything like that. I'm here to make you an offer.” “An offer?” Greg said as he followed her into one of the student lounges. “What kind of offer?” |
 | “Ah well, guess with your smarts you could choose what school to go to, eh?” Greg vaguely recognized the sounds coming out of her mouth as words as he took in her young nubile body. His jaw dropped, and his face turned white. “Uh.. what... what are you doing?” A young man, out on a smoking break, started looking around as he stared. “What do you mean?” “You're... you're...” “I'm...?” Amy looked confused. “Naked!” “... and?” “And? But...” “But what? You act like it's weird or something.” “You.. wha...” Greg was dumbfounded. Not only was she naked, she.. shaved? |
 | Hearing a bunch of laughing, he looked up. At the same time, he felt his power “pulse” 3 quick times and then release. Looking over, he saw several men and women putting out stuff for a picnic. Two of them had set out a large blanket, and had stopped to look at each other. “I just had a great idea! Lets work on our tans while we eat!” “But Hiromi, I don't want Tiffany and her boyfriend to see me... like that....” “Oh, nonsense,” Hiromi shouted as she flung her shorts over by the car. “Let them look if they want, It's nothing they haven't seen before!” “Well, yes, it's perfectly normal, but...” Greg blinked as a pair of perfect asian breasts came into view. “Oh shit, again?!” “No buts, just butts!” Hiromi said as she pounced on the other girl, tugging on her shorts. “Woah, what the hell are you two doing?” A gruff voice came from the car. Hiromi shouted back, “Oh, just getting comfortable.” Greg turned to look at the man, who was carrying stuff out of the car. He was staring at the two girls with his mouth wide open. “Hey Tiff, you had better get out here, I think the exchange students have freaking lost it.” |
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Greg's jaw dropped as the blond bombshell wandered around the truck. “Three pulses.. guess that's number three.”
“Oh, lighten up hun... It's a warm day out, lets get some sun.”
The man turned around and dropped his soda. “Tiffany, what the hell are you doing?”
“What do you mean?”
“You're... naked!”
“Yeah... are you feeling ok hun?”
Greg backed up. “Not good, not good at all.” Looking at the man, he sent a quick push. “Just go with the flow and make sure they're safe until they are dressed again.” He then turned around and ran the other way. |  |
 | “Oh hell.” “Whoa, shit, what's going on?” “Is this one of those candid camera shows?” “Dude, that's my fucking wife, stop looking!” |
 | Greg turned a corner and started running as shouts of shock and confusion began to erupt. In front of him he noticed another woman, calmly window shopping as, unlike before, everyone tried their darnest just to ignore her. “Shit... fuck... damn...” Greg swore to himself as he ran past. “I need to get the hell out of here, quick. Turning another corner, he cut between two buildings and ended up in a small suburban alleyway. Stopping to catch his breath, Greg rubbed his temples. The pulses continued, getting more frequent. Suddenly, dozens more of the involuntary pushes flew out from him. Looking up, he didn't see anything obviously affected, but he was on a much quieter street. |
 | “Yes, you see, I had the wonderful idea to take my clothes off a few seconds ago, but I really don't know if I should leave the stockings on or not.” She paused and slipped off her shirt, flinging it to the side. “What do you think, stockings or not?” She wrapped her arms under her legs, pulling them upward. “Uh...” Greg was at a momentary loss for words. “I'd.. uh, I guess I'd suggest going without. I mean, you're not naked with them on, are you?” She nodded. “Yes, I suppose you're right. And I really do need to take my clothes off. All of them.” She paused to think, but then smiled again. |
 | Looking up, he noticed a middle aged, but still attractive, woman standing over him with a can of gasoline. She was naked except for a pair of sandals. “What.. uh.. happened, Marybeth?” “Oh, it was the darnedest thing. I suddenly had the great idea to finish my chores naked, but I didn't think to put my clothes away before starting up again. The darn mower ate them alive. Then the damned thing ran out of oil. Thankfully my husband keeps some in the shed, or I would have to have drove all the way down to the 7/11 to get some.” “Er.. yes, that would have been... unlucky.” “Well, I have to finish the backyard and the front, then I need to trim the hedges and wash the windows, so, toodles!” Greg looked up as the woman started the mower again and went back to work. |
 | Running off, he looked over at a middle-aged man sitting on a rather extensive back porch. The man nodded to him, tipping his beer as he went back to watching his neighbor mow the lawn. “Honey, the guys called, they said they'd be here in a bit, and to get the barbecue going.” The man looked up as Greg kept on walking. Greg quickly pushed “Your wife is walking around naked because she lost a bet at work. You think it's funny.” as he darted away. |
 | He paused, looking over the fence at his neighbor. Unsurprising (at least at this point), she was naked, her clothing folded up in a neat pile on her patio. She had a hose going and was filling a small bucket. “Oh, er... hello Mrs. Wilson. Nice day out, isn't it?” Greg paused, trying not to look at her. “Yup, sure is. I'm sure glad it's so warm out, it'd be just horrible doing all these chores naked otherwise.” “Well, yes.. I uh... guess that could be a pain.” “Tell me, though,” the middle-aged woman asked as she paused, “Is this... normal to you?” “Uhm, what do you mean?” Greg asked, a bit confused. Did the commands not effect her entirely? “I mean,” she continued as she moved the bucket against the window, and began washing it, “It was the darnedest thing. About 15 minutes ago I suddenly felt like slipping out of those clothes of mine and just... did. Doesn't that seem a little.. unusual to you?” “Er... no, not at all.” |
 | “I... see.” Greg said. “So... even if they do manage to think to try to get dressed again, they don't. That's not good.” “And I mean, I didn't exactly want the FedEx guy to see my naked body, but, I just had to stay naked. So when I went out to get my package, I couldn't really try and cover myself, because, I mean, It's not like I there's anything wrong with being naked,” She sat down in her computer chair as she talked, “It was funny, he looked really shocked, and just kept staring at me. I wanted to cover myself up, but, it's completely normal to walk around naked, so...” |
 | “Oh great, you have company? Jesus Christ, you even let strangers watch you act like this?” “Greg is not a stranger, and I don't see what the big deal is about me cleaning my kitchen!” “What seems to be going on here?” Greg asked as he got into the kitchen. “The deal? The deal is that she's parading around completely buck-ass naked!” “I see.” Greg nodded. “And this is... a problem?” Greg asked as he walked towards the living room. The angry woman followed. “You're damn straight it's a problem! I mean, she's fucking NAKED! She was out in her yard, where anyone could see her from the street!” “Well, she was in the back yard, actually. Can't be seen from the street.” “That's besides the point! What the hell is going on here? She's naked, the neighbors are naked, it's like everyone's lost their minds!” |
 | “Yeah, sure. I mean, I'm sure Mrs. Wilson would be glad to store your clothes here till later. You could strip naked right now and spend the rest of the day nude, and it'd be fine.” “It'd... yeah, it'd be fine.” The woman visibly relaxed, as she slipped off her windbreaker. “It's an idea, anyway.” “It's a great idea.” She said as she slipped her tube top down. “Yeah... I could just, leave them here. Or maybe I'll take them out to my car.” “Also an idea.” Greg smirked as she looked positively relieved. “Yeah...” She said as she bundled up the rest of her clothes. “But first, I think I need to go apologize to Vanessa.” “Yes, maybe you should. Maybe help her out with her yard work to make up for it?” “Yeah, that's an idea. Thanks, kid. I feel a lot better!” “Glad to help.” Greg aid as he walked out the front door. |
 | He had just prepared himself a stiff drink when he heard a car pull up. Looking out the window, he saw his mother's oldest friend and his landlady, Mrs. Rader, get out. Greg had known her his entire life – his mother and her had grown up together, she was as close to him as his parents. She looked amused. She came in the back door, and ran into him in the kitchen. “Greg hun, did you see anything weird going on on your way home?” “Weird?” |
 | “Yeah,” she said as she got some ice out of the fridge. “You won't believe this, but there was apparently some sorta orgy at the park!” “What?” Greg asked, nearly spilling his drink. “Yeah, some kids were caught having a “picnic” while completely naked. The cops said they were acting real strange too, they thought drugs might be involved.” “Shit!” “Yeah, amazing, huh? But that wasn't the weird thing! I saw that little strumpet Marybeth pulling weeds around the corner of her house. She was stark naked and had like 3 of the neighborhood kids watching her from over the fence!” “Amazing!” Greg rubbed his head, looking at the drink he poured for himself. “Ugh, wait, is drinking alcohol such a great idea?” he thought to himself as he put down the empty glass. “Yeah. And apparently there was some sorta PETA demonstration today too. Some girls just started flinging everything off out of the blue in the middle of that little outdoor marketplace near your school.” “Wow.” Greg started rubbing his temples harder. That damned rhythm was back again, stronger now. |
 | “No. Nonono.” Greg started desperately pushing into her. “Stay dressed.” “Yeah, it's a great idea. I could walk around naked. Completely and utterly.” She reached back and unzipped her dress. “No, oh god no, not her.” Greg continued pushing, trying desperately to stop her. “I mean,” she said as she let her dress fall to the floor, “It'll be a little weird when the pizza guy gets here... but I guess I won't need to give him a tip.” “NonononononoNO” Greg pushed with everything he had, a simple “Go to bed.” Finally, it pushed through whatever was bouncing it back. “Well... maybe... I think I'll get naked, then go take a nap. Yeah...” she said as she let her bra hit the floor. Greg didn't look. A few minutes after she left, Greg reached over to the kitchen phone and dialed the number on the card, utterly defeated. |
| “Welcome back.” “Hello again, Mrs. Smith.” Greg put a bit of sarcastic emphasis on the “Smith”. She chuckled. “It is actually my name. Lori Smith. Have you reconsidered my offer?” “... yes. I'll go. As much fun as these powers are, if I can't control them I'll get myself killed eventually.” Greg shook his head, thinking. “Well, it's not like I really have all that many friends here. Although it will suck not being nextdoor to Lisa, and having Amy around was... an interesting development.” “Tell me, how did the leaking feel?” “Feel?” “Like a pulse? Like a buzzing?” “Like a throbbing, sorta like a headache, then it went away.” As Greg said that, the headache started up again. “I see. Interesting.” She scratched some notes on a PDA. “How often was it going off?” “I, donno, every 5 minutes or so? But...” Greg rubbed his temples. |
 | “Yeah, it's hard to explain... But I'm glad you warned me, otherwise that could have...” She paused and looked at her stocking covered legs. “What's wrong?” “I just..had an idea?” “An idea?” Greg blinked as he watched Lori look 3 different shades of confused. “I could... take off my clothes.” “Uh oh.” Greg blanched, worried that he had just managed to anger someone rather important. “I mean, I'm not going to, cause I know it's the command you are leaking, but... I mean, I could.” “Er. Yes, I guess you could.” “And, I guess I could use my own telepathy to make everyone ignore it, so I wouldn't even need to worry about causing a scene.” “Er, right.” She blinked a few times, shaking her head. “Jesus. We need to get you training right away. Imagine if your command was “Masturbate” or “Fuck the Next Guy You See?”” Greg turned white. “Ugh. How do I.. stop leaking?” |
 | The second Greg left, Lori bent over and grabbed the back of the couch. “Jesus Christ, it's like a sledge hammer to the psyche.” Her hands immediately flew to her skirt, where she tried to find the clasp. Catching ahold of herself, she whipped out a cellphone from her pocket. “Yeah, Jeff? This is Lori.” “Yes, he's agreed to sign up. Yeah, he was repeating. Real bad too.” “Yeah, I got hit. Yes, I know, it was bigger than I expected.” “What was the command? Don't worry about it, just get someone from extraction over here, please. I'm not in any danger, just... I said don't worry about it!” “Fine! Fine damnit. The command he was pushing was “I should walk around naked. There is nothing weird about being naked.” Stop laughing, damnit!” “No, I'm not naked yet but it's getting harder and harder to... no, damnit, don't put me on hold! The last thing I need is this week is for everyone to know some newbie managed to... DAMNIT!” “About time you got back. What? Yeah, I took them off, why? Yes, everything. What are you talking about? Why would I put them back on? There's no reason to! What's so funny?” ”Damnit, sure, McDonalds ok? But I hate the drive through! Ok, fine, see you at the office.” |