After they spent fifteen minutes to eventually agree to just all stay clothed, and another twenty of arguing over how to read the map, Chris eventually parked the car in front of a murky yellow apartment building. They went up to the second floor, and Summer pressed the doorbell. The door didn't open, but a familiar voice answered.
"How is it?" Amy asked.
"Amy? Hi, it's Summer! Erm... I heard that you had a problem here. I'm here to investigate. Can you let us in?"
"What problem?" she said, but her tone didn't seem surprised.
"People going out naked. I think someone might be forcing them. I want to help. Please."
She heard some rattling, and the sound of footsteps. Then a shout came from inside.
"It's open."
Summer opened the door. She didn't see anybody. Then she heard Amy's voice from the next room.
"Close the door please."
She did, and they went in to what seemed to be her bedroom.
Of course she knew it was a possibility, but what she saw still surprised Summer. Amy was sitting in an armchair, in fetal position, hugging her knees in front of her chest - completely naked.
"Hi," she said, after the initial shock was gone. "Sorry. I, uh, didn't know you'd be... naked."
"Yeah," Amy said.
They stood there for a bit, in awkward silence. Jamie's eyes were fixed on the floor, and even Chris seemed like she didn't know where to look.
"Look," Summer finally said. "Uhm, this is really awkward. I have clothes in the car, do you want to put something on?"
"No!" Amy basically shouted. "No clothes!"
"Okay. How about a blanket?"
"No. I'm... I'm fine."
"Okay. Do you mind if I ask you some questions?"
"Yeah, sure."
"How long have you been naked?"
"Since yesterday morning."
"Okay. Did something happen to you before that?"
Amy's expression went blank for a second. It was subtle, but Summer caught it, and she was pretty sure the others did too.
"I don't like clothes anymore."
"O- okay. It's just... I think this is a bit uncomfortable for everyone. Are you sure you don't want to put something on? Just while we're here?"
"No," Amy smiled, speaking in a monotone voice. "I don't mind."
Summer was about to leave it at that, but Chris apparently decided she wasn't going to have it.
"Bullshit," she called. "You'd never change in front of us in PE classes, no way you don't mind now."
Amy gulped. "It's different now. I like it."
"Then prove it," Chris continued, before Summer could say anything. "Stand up. Give us a show. Hell, we haven't seen each other in ages, and you haven't bothered to give us a hug yet."
Summer thought she was not going to do it, but then the same blank expression washed over her face, and Amy stood up. Her arms washed over her chest and crotch, covering her for a moment, but then she lowered them to her sides, revealing everything - she didn't even have pubic hair to provide at least some cover. She walked over to Chris, and gave her an awkward hug. Then next was Summer, and finally Jamie. She was beet red when she sat down, but she sat normally this time; she kept her legs crossed, and her arms in front of her, but still she didn't fully hide her breasts.
They kept drilling her for a while. She wouldn't tell them more about what made her strip, or even admit that she was embarrassed. But she told them the names of a few of her colleagues who, just like her, were all missing work for being naked. All of them were around their age, and most were women. Amy said her boss gave her until today to stay home, but tomorrow she'd have to go in to work. She hadn't been out for two days, and Summer suspected she wasn't eager to just go out to the streets fully nude.
After they got all the answers she'd give, and a group huddle discussing their strategy, they decided to...
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