The moment that Allison had been dreading had arrived. She sat nude and shaking in her mother's car as the dormitory, looking both familiar and terrifying, filled the window in front of her. It was 7 am on Monday morning and the campus was beginning to stir. Several students exited the dorm making their way toward the cafeteria and Allison hunched down further in her seat. Her mother Sarah sat quietly, understanding what was going on inside her daughter, not knowing what she could possibly say to comfort her.
Finally Allison heard a shaky voice that sounded like hers but seemed to come from a million miles away. "Let's get it over with, Mom." She grasped the door handle, released it, and then pulled again, hearing the door mechanism click open. The door opened wide and Allison looked out at the world beyond with a mixture of terror and curiosity. It was like emerging for the second time from the womb into a strange and frightening new world, as naked and unprepared as the first time.
The next few minutes were a blur - a series of sensations. Allison felt the softness of the grass moistened with dew beneath her feet which soon gave way to the rough scrape of the cold cement of the sidewalk. She could feel the sun touching her bare flesh and the cool breeze caressing her skin, the movement of her breasts, the roar of blood in her ears, the hot flush of her face. The early morning sun gleamed off of the glass front door of the dorm as Allison pulled it open and stepped inside.
"Oh my God," she heard a female voice say, and she could hear giggling from off to her side as she walked across the lobby toward the staircase. Allison climbed quickly to the third floor and down the hallway toward her room, passing several girls with astonished looks on their faces.
It was only as she entered her dorm room that she even noticed that her mother had been with her. She quickly stepped inside her room.
Her roommate Katie was combing her wet, freshly shampooed hair, dressed in blue jeans and a white blouse. Katie was a slightly overweight girl with a pretty face, blonde hair and a mischievous smile.
It was the sound of Katie's smartass voice that finally brought Allison back to the real world. "Uh, hi there Allie. Laundry day? Nothing to wear?"
Allison let out a sound that was a half laugh and half sob and flung herself onto her bed. "Just a minute Allie," her mother cried in alarm and quickly pulled the blankets from the bed as Allison was forced to stand again.
"Hi, Mrs. Davis," Katie said. "Pardon me for butting in, but what in the hell is going on? Why is she naked?"
"Hi Katie," Sarah sighed. "It's a long story and I'm sure Allison will fill you in on all the details. They both looked at Allison who had her face buried in her pillow. "All I can say is that she will need your friendship and support more than ever in the coming weeks."
"Um, okay. Sure." A look of alarm came over her. "Did someone do something to her? Was it one of those creeps from Kappa Alpha?"
"No, nothing like that. It's voluntary. She's going to have to stay naked for awhile."
Katie stared at Sarah uncomprehendingly. "Those might possibly be the strangest words I've ever heard come out of a college mom's mouth."
Sarah smiled. "I guess you do deserve an explanation." Sarah quickly told the story of the circumstances leading up to this: the death of Allison's wealthy grandfather and the inheritance giving Allison control of the company stock, but only if she remained nude for the next year.
Katie listened in amazement to the story then threw her head back in laughter. "That's the craziest thing I've ever heard! Is it really true?"
"Yes," Sarah nodded.
Katie let out a squeal and then jumped onto Allison's bed where she was still laying face down. "You're going to be rich, girlfriend!" Katie gave Allison's bare butt a smack with her hand and Allison sat up in the bed like she'd been zapped by an electric current. Katie laughed again and then began relentlessly tickling Allison.
"Stop it!" Allison shouted, but couldn't help but giggle as the tickling increased.
"You're going to need a number one assistant when you become a rich bitch and I won't stop until you give me the job," Katie teased.
"Okay, okay. Just stop!" They were both laughing by now and Sarah joined in as well. Allison's roommate was a high-spirited, fun-loving girl and Sarah liked her. She believed being around someone like Katie was good for her sometimes too-serious daughter.
Katie began peppering Allison with questions. "Are you going to go to class like this?"
Allison nodded. "I have to."
"Really? Won't that be so bizarre to be sitting naked in class? Just like those naked-in-school dreams everyone has."
Allison shivered at the thought. "More like a nightmare to me."
"How in the heck did you convince the constipated geriatrics who run this place to let you do it?"
"My grandfather's will gives a large donation to the college if they let me."
"Ah, that figures," Katie replied. "They'd bend over and spread their cheeks for Lucifer himself if he gave them enough money." Katie glanced at Allison's mom. "Sorry Mrs. Davis."
"That's okay, Katie," Sarah laughed. "You're probably right."
"Oh, that reminds me," Katie said as she jumped off of the bed to retrieve a letter from her desk. "The R.A. dropped this off for you yesterday. I didn't even open it and peak even though I wanted to," she giggled.
Allison looked at the envelope. It was from the Dean's office. She ripped it open and began to read.
Dear Ms. Davis:
This is to confirm your status as a "clothing optional" student for the remainder of the semester as arranged by the Arthur Compton estate. This was allowed after long consideration only because the laws in this state protect nudity as a legitimate form of freedom of expression. It is to be understood that it is solely your decision to wear or not wear clothing while on campus and nudity is not required or encouraged by the college in any way.
A memo has been distributed to the faculty informing them of the situation and they are to remind students about the college's sexual harassment policies and that sexual harassment in any form will not be tolerated. It is our hope that your clothing optional status will provide a minimum of distraction for you or other students during your remaining weeks before graduation. The college retains the right to revoke this status at any time if it deems it necessary to maintain a proper learning environment.
If you have any questions feel free to stop by my office.
Thomas Sanders Dean, Wildwood College
Allison had almost been hoping that the letter would say that they had changed their mind and she wouldn't be allowed to go through with it. No such luck. She handed the letter to her mom who read it and then handed it on to an impatient Katie who was practically squirming in her chair waiting to find out what it said.
"Well, honey, I guess that's it," Sarah said. "You've got the go-ahead from the college. Last chance to back out."
Allison sat numbly on the edge of the bed, resigned to her fate, the morale boost she'd gotten from Katie fading. "No, I've got to do it."
Sarah sat down and gave her daughter a hug and then walked to the closet. Opening it she began to remove Allison's clothes.
"What are you doing, Mom?"
"I'm going to take your clothes home with me, hon. You won't need them and there's no sense in leaving them here as a constant temptation."
The idea of being separated from all of her clothing by more than an hour's drive sent a chill through Allison. What her mom said made perfect sense but it still took away yet another layer of comfort in at least knowing that her clothes were nearby.
"Okay. I guess you're right."
"Let me help," Katie said brightly and jumped up to help in the packing as though her roommate were off on an exciting new adventure. Allison sat on the bed and watched in miserable silence as her clothes disappeared into suitcases and boxes.
The news spread like wildfire across the campus of Wildwood College. Allison Davis had been seen walking around campus in the nude. Naked. Au naturel. In the buff. The amazing news was treated with skepticism even though those spreading the story had sworn they had seen it with their own eyes or had heard it from reliable witnesses.
Wildwood was a small private university of about 2500 students, small enough that most students knew each other by sight if not always by name. Allison Davis was very well known around campus, though; she’d been an object of desire by most of the male population (and some of the females) for the past four years.
A very naked Allison sat in her Advanced Ecosystems class waiting for it to begin, her cheeks aflame. The walk to class had been a humiliating nightmare. The sight of a girl wearing nothing but a look of embarrassment had led to stares, whistles, hoots, leers, shock, laughter, and every other type of reaction imaginable. It’d been all Allison could do to keep from running back to the dorm, but somehow she’d managed to keep placing one foot ahead of the other, eyes glued to the ground in front of her.
The classroom provided no refuge for Allison either. It was a relatively small class, only about 20 students. Environmental Science wasn't one of the more popular majors. There wasn't a lot of money in a career spent trying to protect the environment, but those who did choose the major were generally a close-knit group. Being surrounded by friends and acquaintances was even worse for Allison than being ogled by strangers. She opened up the class textbook and stared at the words in front of her, hoping to disappear into her studies and wishing desperately that she could go back to being the same normal college girl she’d been just a few days ago. She could feel the stares of the other students burning into her.
"Nice outfit, Allie," she heard a girl named Dawn sitting next to her say. "It must not have taken you long to get ready for class," she giggled.
Allison opened her mouth to respond but nothing came out and she quickly turned back to her book. She heard another voice, this time from the other direction.
"What in the hell are you doing Allison?" she heard her friend Melissa whisper. "Are you insane?"
Allison tried once again to speak but her voice had deserted her. She stared down at the book desperately trying to hold back the sobs. She took a deep breath and quickly wiped her eyes. If it had been Arthur Compton's desire to humiliate his granddaughter his plan was already working beautifully. Allison was an emotional wreck.
At that moment the professor, Wilma Jackson, a 45-year old African-American woman, walked into the room. She stared at Allison for a moment then began to speak.
"I've been given a memo by the faculty concerning the 'clothing optional' status of our very own Ms. Allison Davis. I have absolutely no idea why this is being allowed but it's my job to remind you of the university's sexual harassment policies. I'll keep it simple: you can look but don't touch and watch what you say. Is this understood?"
The class nodded their heads in unison with the exception of Allison who was still staring down blankly at her textbook.
"Now I just want to say, Allison, that I don't like this at all and I hope there's a damn good reason for this."
Allison nodded numbly unable to meet her teacher's eyes. Professor Jackson was one of her favorite teachers and the tone of disapproval in her voice stung. At that moment the naked co-ed just wanted to find some hole to crawl into and hide.
"Very well then, we’ll continue but I will not allow this to be a distraction, is that understood? That means everyone."
The class once again nodded and Professor Jackson began her lecture.
The words were a meaningless jumble to Allison. This was a subject she loved and was passionate about but her mind couldn't get around anything but her own nudity. From the furtive glances directed her way it was obvious that others were having the same problem. Ms. Jackson's lecture came to an abrupt halt.
"Allison, please come up here."
Allison was mortified. "C-come up to the front?"
"Yes, please. We're going to have a little session of Show and Tell. We're going to give you a good chance to show the class that body of yours that you are so determined to put on display and we'll let you tell us exactly why you're doing this and why I should put up with this bullshit."
Allison slowly got up and timidly walked to the front of the small classroom. Her head was spinning and for a moment she was afraid she was going to faint. She walked up to Ms. Jackson and stood in front of her.
"Turn around Allison and start talking. I have no doubt you’ll have the class's undivided attention."
Allison was trembling and could feel the eyes of the class boring into her, roaming up and down her body. She opened her mouth several times to speak but the words wouldn't come. Finally the sobs came and she broke down into the tears she had been so desperately trying to hold back. The anger that Wilma Jackson had been feeling about the situation evaporated at the sight of the distressed girl and she put her arms around Allison in an effort to console her. She let Allison cry herself out and didn't speak again until the tears had finally subsided.
"Are you alright, Allison," she said softly.
Allison nodded. The cry was exactly what she needed and was starting to regain her composure.
"I'm sorry I was so hard on you but I'm not happy about this whole thing and I would like some kind of explanation. It's obvious that you don't want to be doing this."
Allison shook her head. She took a deep breath, wiped her eyes, and began telling the story of all that had happened to her over the previous weekend. Her voice was soft and slow at first but the words began tumbling out faster and faster as she described the details of the bizarre inheritance requirements of Arthur Compton's will. The class listened in rapt attention as she described how five million dollars would go to the hated anti-environmentalist Hale Foundation if she faltered. She explained her plans for reining in the destructive environmental practices of the notorious Compton Enterprises if she could gain control of it.
The students in her class were all Environmental Science majors like her so she was preaching to the choir when it came to the subject of saving the environment. When she finally finished the class erupted in applause and she could hear Melissa shout "You go, girl!" from the back of the class.
Allison flashed a brief smile for the first time since entering the classroom. The questions now came fast and furious from her classmates and she answered them as best she could. Wilma Jackson remained silent through all of this but finally spoke.
"Thank you, Allison. You may sit down now."
Allison glanced over at her teacher and saw that the anger and disapproval were gone from her eyes. She walked quickly back to her desk and sat down.
Professor Jackson walked over to her desk and leaned back against it. "That was an amazing story, Allison. I think it's disgusting that an old man would try to force his granddaughter into this but I admire your courage."
Wilma Jackson continued talking as she walked to the center of the room and faced the class. "You know my mother marched in Selma, Alabama during the civil rights movement in 1965. The first march was on a Sunday and they were attacked by state troopers with tear gas and clubs. Six days later she marched again. I asked her years later why she did it. She told me, 'I didn't want to do it. I was deathly afraid, but I had no choice, it was something I had to do.'" Ms. Jackson stopped for a moment and looked at Allison. "Now Allison, I'm not going to compare what you're doing with what my mother had to face, but I will say that it takes courage to do this. I just hope that your motives are pure and you follow through with your plans once you gain control of Compton's company. If you can do that you will emerge from this with your pride intact."
Allison nodded, grateful for the support that her teacher was showing her.
"Now class, it's time to get back to work. Eyes front!"
The clouds that had threatened rain all morning were dissipating and blue sky could now be seen above the small campus as the sun broke free. The goosebumps that covered Allison’s bare skin earlier had disappeared and the sun caressed her body as she walked across campus to meet her friends Katie and Melissa at the cafeteria. Allison had begged Katie to bring her lunch to the dorm room but Katie had insisted that she needed to get used to being naked in public if she was going to make it through the year. Allison knew she was right, of course, but that didn't make it any easier. She was wondering if it was possible to ever get used to people staring at her nude body.
"Hey, you naked rich-bitch!" she heard Katie yell and could see her waving from outside the front of the cafeteria. Melissa was standing next to Katie looking almost as embarrassed as Allison about the whole situation.
Melissa was a small, petite girl with short dark hair, a strikingly pretty oval face, and dark brown eyes. She’d shown up at Wildwood several years earlier as a shy, awkward, nerdish girl with absolutely no fashion or makeup sense. As a fellow Environmental Science major, Allison had taken her under her wing and taught her how to dress, how to put on makeup, helped her with her hair, and convinced her to lose the glasses in favor of contact lenses. And just like all those corny movies where a plain Jane is transformed into a campus queen, Melissa had gone from being a mousy little girl that no one noticed to a sweet, pretty little thing who turned heads. She was starting to come out of her shell socially as well, but a trace of shyness still remained.
As Allison approached she could see Katie, who had never had a shyness problem, staring straight at her breasts.
"Those are quite the high beams you got going there, girlfriend," Katie said. Allison looked down in embarrassment at her hard nipples. "I guess this public nudity thing is a turn-on for you, huh?"
"No," Allison answered, but she knew it wasn't the truth. She had been in a heightened state of arousal for most of the day and was afraid, as she felt the hungry eyes feasting on her body, that she might even come at some point. She’d been trying to fight off the feelings of arousal all day with only limited success.
"That's not what it looks like to me," Katie laughed and reached out and gave each of Allison's nipples a quick tug.
"Katie!" Allison exclaimed and recoiled in horror. She looked around praying that no one had been watching. "Dammit Katie, if you're going to keep trying to embarrass me even more than I already am I'm going to go back to the dorm!"
"God, you're such a pervert, Katie," Melissa said..
Katie laughed again. "Okay, okay, I'll be nice. Let's go get some grub."
Allison took a deep breath. "Okay, let's go."
The three co-eds walked into the cafeteria and the whistles and catcalls began the moment they came into sight of the crowded tables. The girls got their food and sat down at a small table. Allison's face was beet red and she muttered under her breath, "God, I hate this shit."
"Screw 'em," Katie said. "They all just want your killer bod, girl. If I looked like you I'd never wear clothes. They wouldn't have to bribe me to go naked."
Melissa giggled. "Your body's fine. You're all talk, Katie. You'd never go naked."
Katie shot a quick angry look at Melissa. "You don't think I'd do it? I'll go to class naked. Just watch. I just need to lose 10 pounds first."
"Melissa's right, Katie," Allison said. "Your body's fine. And trust me, you don't want to go to class naked. It's not all it’s cracked up to be."
"No, I'll do it. I just need to lose a little weight first. I'll start on my diet today so I can do it before the end of the year."
"Yeah, right." Melissa rolled her eyes.
"You want to make a little bet, Melissa?" Katie's eyes flashed as she spoke.
"Maybe. Let's hear it."
"If I lose 10 pounds before the end of the year then I'll go to class naked. If I do then you have to get naked, too.”
"I'm not going to class naked," Melissa said. "No freaking way. Anyway there's only a month left in the semester so you'll never lose 10 pounds."
"I've done it before in a month."
"Okay, if you do then I definitely want to see you go to class naked. That'd be a riot. But there's no way I'll go to class naked."
"Okay, then I'll think up something else for you to do, but you'll definitely have to get naked in public."
"I'm not going to agree to a bet until I know what I'll have to do. You're too nutty to trust," Melissa said.
"Oh, I'll think of something for you to do... "
Katie was interrupted by a shadow crossing the table and the three girls looked up to see Tom Anderson, Allison's ex-boyfriend. Tom was a tall, lanky jock who was the top pitcher on the school's baseball team.
"Real nice, Allison," Tom said. "I didn't realize you were the exhibitionist type. If I'd known that I'd have had some nice games for you to play."
Allison started to open her mouth to speak but Katie, as usual, beat her to the punch. "She's just showing everyone what you're not getting any more, Tommy Boy."
Tom turned his attention to Katie. "No, Katie, I think she's just showing everyone that she's almost as big a 'ho' as you are."
"A ho! You're the one who cheated on her, you freak!" Katie responded. "And I noticed you're the only guy in the place without a bulge in his pants. Or are you such a pencil dick that no one would notice if you did get it up?"
"Katie!" Allison spoke up. "Let me talk to him for a minute please."
"Katie letting someone else talk? That would be a fucking day to remember," Tom sneered.
"What do you want, Tom?" Allison asked. "If you've come over here to harass me I'm not in the mood for it."
"I just want to find out what the hell you're doing by strutting around naked. Do you realize how embarrassing this is for me?"
"Embarrassing for you!" Allison exclaimed. "How could this possibly be more embarrassing for you than it is for me?"
"You ought to hear what people are saying about you, Allison. They're talking about your tits and your ass and your pussy and asking me what it was like to fuck you."
"Oh, and you think that's embarrassing for you, Tom? How in the hell do you think I feel about that? I'm the one that everyone's talking about." Allison could see the people at the tables surrounding them were all staring intently at the conversation but she was too wound up to stop.
"You know Tom, the reason I broke up with you wasn't just because I found out you had been cheating on me. That just finally opened my eyes to the fact that you're a selfish, self-centered jerk."
"At least I'm not a naked slut who'll flaunt her body for anyone to see."
Katie couldn't keep quiet any longer. "Yeah, and that naked slut will be able to buy and sell you by this time next year. So I hope you remember that when you're playing for some crappy minor league team for poverty wages and trying to hump pool hall skanks."
"You two bitches deserve each other," Tom said. "I wouldn't be surprised if you've been munching on Allison's carpet, Katie. The only one here who has anything going on at all is Melissa."
Melissa had been quietly taking in the whole exchange but she now picked up the plastic ketchup container sitting on the table, pointed it at Tom, and squirted the red sauce all over the front of his shirt and pants.
Tom stepped back in surprise and looked down at the mess. He could hear laughter coming from the adjoining tables around him. "God damn you bitches are all crazy!" he shouted and turned and walked away from the table in a fury.
Allison and Katie both looked at each other and then at the quiet Melissa and burst out laughing. The three friends exchanged high fives.
Katie grabbed her glass of diet cola and held it up for a toast. "May we all live in interesting times." The three girls clinked their glasses together in toast.
"Interesting isn't the word for it," Allison said and laughed in spite of herself.
The End of a Long Day
The dorms at Wildwood College were typical college housing facilities for the most part. but one feature that the students loved was that each room had a small balcony with iron railings (except for the ground floor of course). These balconies were often the site of late night drinking, barbecues, and even the occasional bout of lovemaking under the early morning moon.
Allison poured herself a glass of wine and stepped onto the deck just outside her third floor room. Katie was out with her boyfriend and Allison had the place to herself. Sitting down on one of the folding deck chairs that the two of them had bought together she surveyed the sky above her. The horizon was painted with a brilliant orange glow as the sun sank beyond the edges of the world. The spring air was comfortable with just a hint of crispness to it – enough to bring up slight goosebumps on Allison's bare skin. The campus spread itself out below her. It was a beautiful wooded oasis on the edge of the noise and concrete of the city. In the distance a jet was rising into the sky racing toward an unknown destination. Allison took a sip of the wine and closed her eyes, trying to force her mind into a quietness she had not known all day. The sunset, the wine, and the quiet meditation finally had their effect and she opened her eyes to a measure of calmness.
Allison laughed quietly. A few days ago she never would have dreamed of sitting out here in the nude. Now this little area above the campus felt like a sanctuary even though prying eyes would still be able to see her. Allison was a little surprised by the depth of her calmness after being in such a heightened state of anxiety, embarrassment, and arousal during the day.
“Perhaps this experience is taking my emotions to a deeper level than I've ever experienced”, she said to herself. The experiences of the day spooled through her mind and she knew she would never forget them. This was a day that would be permanently branded into her brain. The crazy thing was that there were more like this to come. Many more. Another sip of wine sent a feeling of warmth and relaxation through her body.
Allison felt a strange sort of pride. This had been the hardest day of her life and she’d survived it. She thought about her grandmother Rebecca and how she had gone through the "games" that Arthur Compton had forced on her and still managed to keep her pride intact. Allison promised herself that she would find out more about Rebecca from her mother. Allison poured herself another glass of wine and put on a Mindy Smith CD. As the music wafted out onto the balcony she watched the orange glow slowly turn to black and the dancing stars came out to play in the night sky.
After the last drops of wine were drained and the chill of the spring air became a bit too much for her, Allison finally stood and walked back into her dorm room. On the calendar over her desk she put an X through the date, the fourth day to be crossed out. 361 days to go. Allison turned off the light and let sleep take her away from this strange day and forward into an even stranger future.
End of Chapter 3