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CHAPTER 2
As she walked back to her dorm, Tami had to figure out how to handle this. She knew that Jen and the rest of her friends would be crushed. To them, she was a feminist hero, willing to brave the male bureaucrats and flaunt her tits and pussy in their faces. She had to play this right to not have them go too crazy on her behalf.
She decided that she would continue to be nude in her room and the dorm, as Noyes had suggested. That way she could go about the charade of being a nudist to her friends and save face. It would also make it seem like she really liked being naked and was just wearing clothes to appease the administration.
Tami bent over to remove her key from her ankle pouch when she heard, “nice slit Tami, looks nice and wet. Getting tongue from Jen again.” The nude girl straightened and saw Wandabitch at the other end of the path. Tami scowled at her but turned and went into the dorm. That would be the last insult thrown her way, she thought. And once back in clothes, she would get back at Wanda. She would finally no longer be at a disadvantage.
The nude girl bounded into the dorm and up the steps to her room. There were Jen and Mandy, her roommates. She and Mandy had not gotten off on the right foot when Mandy told her she knew that Tami was forced into being a nudist and that Mandy was happy about it. Then Tami had stopped her when she touched her breast without permission, a fact that made Mandy angry. The frost in the room was obvious as soon as Tami entered.
“Hey guys, can I talk to you for a second,” Tami said, sitting on her bed.
“Sure sexy, want me to lick a little while you do,” Jen said teasing. Tami shook her head, looking up towards Mandy who scowled.
“I just got back from the administration building and I have some news,” she said, choosing to look at Jen instead of Mandy. “I have being forced to wear clothes, at least in the public areas of the college.”
Both women were shocked. Jen at the outrage of Tami's religious freedoms being squashed and Mandy at the realization that the dean was letting her out of this.
“They can't do this,” Jen said angrily, tears coming down her cheeks. “This is totally wrong.”
“I know, but there is nothing I can do about it. I have to wear clothes from now on.” Then, looking at Mandy, she added, “I am fighting their decision and they are discussing it but for now I have to abide by their rules. To the letter.”
The three women sat there, not sure what to do next. Finally Tami broke the silence. “So, Jen, can I borrow some clothes from you, at least until I can get to the store?”
The girl stood with a smile. “Sure Tami, I mean, I'm mad as hell that they are doing this to you but anything I have is yours.”
The two walked over to the closet and bureau where Jen kept her clothes and picked through. Tami's heart was racing as she felt the material in her hands. She touched a pair of jeans, a flannel shirt, a cotton t-shirt, a lacy camisole. They all felt so good to her after so long naked. It was like the blind man and how vivid the colors are when he regains his vision.
They took a few things out and Tami put them on her desk. “I'm still going to stay naked in the room and the dorm and stuff, that's fine,” she said. Then looking Mandy in the eye she added, “at least I can be the true nudist that I am here among friends.”
Tami rushed out into the common area to tell some of the other girls who were out there. Rebecca, Marisol and Terry were sitting there studying. They all had the same reaction as Jen but supported Tami in the meantime.
“Well, I have a 1 o'clock class,” Tami said. “I guess I'd better get dressed.”
“Want some help,” Jen asked, her eyebrows twitching in a sexy way.
“No, I think I need to be alone when I do this,” she said. “This is going to be very emotional.”
The friends all nodded and Tami walked away. She passed Mandy who was leaving the room. “Tami, congratulations,” she said. “I know what this means to you.” Without any further conversation, she walked on, leaving Tami to wonder if maybe Mandy was alright after all.
The nude girl closed the door and started crying. She didn't know where it came from but it was five months of being humiliated, exposed, cold and on display. Finally she would have blessed covering. Finally she would be a normal girl, with pretty shirts instead of pretty tits, pretty pants or skirts instead of a pretty pussy, pretty shoes instead of pretty feet.
She walked over to the pile of clothes on her bed and touched them. To her, these casual clothes felt like the fanciest clothes ever worn.
Tami grabbed at a pair of Jen's panties and pulled them on, putting one foot in at a time and then pulling them up her long legs and onto her bare pussy. She sat and sobbed…the always nude girl was actually covering herself. Tami's pussy was not on display.
The girl knew that if she had to go out just in this, it would feel like she was covered from head to toe. But she didn't have to settle for just these bikini panties. She was actually going to be covered from head to toe for the first time since September.
The usually nude girl didn't know what to put on next. She had been not dressing for months. Finally she decided on the bra, wanting her poor tits to have some cover too. Awkwardly she pulled the garment on, clipping the ends together and sliding it around before pulling on the straps and adjusting her breasts in the cup. Tears continued to stream down the girl's happy face as she was covered, actually wearing underwear. What had always seemed like something so basic was now a huge deal.
Socks, she thought, I need socks. Tami desperately wanted her poor, battered feet to feel warm again. She pulled a pair of heavy wool socks out of Jen's drawer and sat down to pull them on. It was heavenly to feel the fabric against her hardened toes, soles and ankle. She wiggled her feet in the garment, loving the feel of cover between the floor and her feet.
Tami pulled on a tank top and then jeans before covering it all with a flannel shirt. She then pulled a pair of Jen's sneakers out of the closet and put them on. She stood and caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and was shocked by what she could see. Instead of tits, pussy and bare skin, which she thought would always be a part of her reflection, she saw clothes. Warm, blessed, covering clothers. Instinctively, Tami dropped to her knees to pray to God in thanksgiving for her bounty.
She was kneeling there when the door opened. There stood Jen and Rebecca. Jen ran over and embraced the sobbing, praying girl while Rebecca stood there in support. “Tami, don't be so upset,” Rebecca said. “You are not sinning. This is not being done by your choice. We will fight this.”
Tami nodded, screaming inside that she was finally getting her choice back and it felt good. But she knew the part she must continue to play and she accepted her friends help in standing and for the first time since the first day of school, Tami was not nude as she walked to her classes.
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