The following morning the sky was
overcast, but it was not raining. Julie
gazed anxiously at the clouds. “Do
you think it will rain today?” she wondered aloud.
“I hope so,” said Lynn.
She was dressed in a blue cotton dress that her father had brought from
her home the night before. Julie
had spent the rest of the evening shortening it until the hem was exactly on a
level with Lynn’s crotch. She
herself was more modestly dressed in an unshortened miniskirt and top, but
neither girl was wearing a bra today. The
tissue-paper dresses were in the car, ready for the girls to change into once
they got into the city.
“If you’re both ready,” said
Martin, entering the room, “then let’s go.”
They piled into the car, the two girls
in the back seat, and set off. It
was a nine-mile journey from where Julie lived, and they spent most of the
journey either making out in the back or flashing their panties at passers-by.
Twenty minutes later, they parked in a multi-storey car park which was
very close to a pedestrian precinct. Lynn
thought the precinct would be a good place to try out their tissue-paper
dresses.
“It’s still not raining though,”
observed Julie. “Maybe we should
wander around for a while in what we’re wearing.
We have some shopping to do, remember.”
“Oh yes.
What are we buying again?”
“Braces,” Julie reminded her.
“Ah, of course.”
“Braces?” inquired Martin.
“Yeah, for hoisting our skirts up once
we’re in school.”
“You think they’ll let you wear
braces at school?”
“I don’t know. It may be a long shot, but we need some way of being decent
for Mr Dean’s benefit and sexy for everyone else’s.”
Martin thought for a moment.
“You could always take a spare skirt in with you,” he suggested.
“We thought of that,” said Julie.
“And that may well be a better idea.
I don’t know – the original purpose of this trip had kind of gone out
of my head since we started talking about tissue-paper dresses and so on.”
Martin chuckled. “Well, you could always go and buy some skimpy panties to
wear while you’re cycling. G-strings
or something.”
“Ooh yes, excellent idea!”
Lynn was thrilled by this plan. “You’ll
have to come with us, though – we haven’t brought any money.”
“That’s okay,” said Martin.
“I think I can afford a couple of thongs for you girls.”
And so they went clothes shopping.
In addition to six thongs, Martin ended up paying for three miniskirts
and two minidresses. These were all too long for the girls’ liking, but Julie
planned to shorten them all anyway.
Everywhere they went, Lynn’s
microdress drew stares, variously of disapproval, disbelief and sheer lust.
She took every opportunity to bend over – she was wearing lace-up
shoes, and each time she did them up, she completely failed to tie them tightly
enough, so that they invariably came undone a few minutes later.
She especially enjoyed doing this after she had swapped her white cotton
panties for one of her new thongs.
During lunch at MacDonald’s, both
girls sat with her legs apart, and were of course very much the centre of
attention. While sipping her
milkshake, however, Julie happened to glance out of the window.
“It’s raining!” she said.
“Oh, excellent!” Lynn was delighted.
They hurriedly finished their meals and
raced back to the car
“Do we do this one at a time?” asked
Julie, “or both together?”
“One at a time, I think,” said Lynn.
“No offence, sweetie, but when my dress dissolves, I want to be the
centre of attention.”
Julie nodded. “I’m inclined to agree,” she said. “So who goes first? Toss
for it?”
Martin produced a coin.
“Heads it’s Lynn, tails it’s Julie,” he said, and he flipped the
coin.
“Heads!” exclaimed Lynn happily.
“Me first!”
She gingerly changed into her
tissue-paper dress. It now fit very
snugly and was very short, though not quite as short as her cotton microdress.
She shivered, partly because it was getting a little chilly to be nearly
naked, and partly because she was feeling a mixture of excitement and fear.
“What are you going to do, watch from
the wings?” she asked.
“Yeah, I figured so,” said Martin.
“You want to look as if you’re on your own?”
Lynn nodded. “When my dress dissolves,” she said, “and I decide
I’ve had enough attention, I’ll duck into the nearest clothes store and make
for a changing room. You follow me
in with one of my new dresses and I’ll change there.
Okay?”
“Good plan,” said Martin.
“I was thinking you’d be making your way back here.”
“Bit of a long way,” said Lynn,
“and who knows how far I’ll have got before the rain finally washes away the
last of the tissue?”
“Oh, aren’t you forgetting
something?” asked Martin. “I
made you a pair of tissue-paper panties, if you recall.”
He fetched them and handed them to her.
“Oh yes!”
Lynn took off her thong and pulled the tissue panties on.
“Crumbs,” she said, “these are going to fall off me.
They just don’t grip.”
“Maybe we should get them damp
first,” suggested Julie, “so that they will cling to your skin.”
“Good idea,” agreed Lynn.
“Where’s the nearest toilet, do you think?”
“I think there’s one on the fourth
floor of this car park, actually,” said Julie.
“It’s a bit manky and horrible, but at least there should be a tap
there.”
They descended to the fourth floor, and
Lynn disappeared into the toilet to wet her panties. When she came out she was grinning. “That worked,” she said.
“They’re not going anywhere now.”
“Hey, I just
had a thought,” said Julie. “If
the worst comes to the worst, and we get separated, let’s meet back here,
okay? Then if Lynn gets here first,
she can hide in the toilets and I can go in and get her.”
“Sounds fine,” agreed Martin, “but
don’t worry – we won’t lose her.”
Down on the ground floor, they parted
company. Lynn walked on ahead,
while Julie and Martin followed. They
watched intently as Lynn opened a glass door through which they could see the
busy street outside, then hurried up to it to watch her progress.
Lynn stepped out into the rain.
It was not too heavy at the moment, but she felt each raindrop as it was
soaked up by the tissue-paper and made it cling to her.
Boldly she began to walk down the street, then turned into the shopping
precinct. It was now that a very real threat presented itself.
The street was crowded, and pedestrians were constantly jostling each
other as they passed by. This, however, was something that Lynn had to avoid.
The slightest jostle could quite literally rip her dress from her body,
and she was determined that the rain should have this privilege.
The rain began to fall harder.
The wet patches on Lynn’s dress rapidly increased in both size and
number, and within half a minute there was no part of her dress that was dry.
And whenever raindrops fell where others had already gone, they turned
the already damp paper transparent.
Lynn was now attracting a great many
stares. She pressed on, quickening
her pace, as her nipples became clearly visible through the sodden paper of her
dress. Still the rain fell, and if
anything, fell even harder. Mere
seconds later, her dress was soaked and clinging to every curve, completely
transparent. To anybody looking at
her from more than a few feet away, she looked naked.
Her breathing quickened. Very
aware of the gasps, stares and loud comments from onlookers, she strode ahead,
looking straight in front of her.
Each movement of her body tugged against
the paper, and splits began to appear. The
rain was turning the paper into mush, and each split, once it appeared, rapidly
widened. Her breasts, bouncing in
time to her pace, caused the largest rifts in the material, and a minute later
her bare nipples were exposed to the rain.
The rest of the dress, however, seemed
reluctant to shift. Her shoulders
remained covered, as did her upper chest and back. From her midriff down, too, the paper continued to cling.
When the rain started to slacken off a minute later, Lynn had had enough.
Abuse was being shouted at her, as well as the lewd comments which she
did not particularly mind.
She turned, headed for a nearby
women’s clothes shop, and hurried inside.
Without saying a word to the shop assistants, she ran to the changing
rooms and dived into a cubicle, shivering.
She closed the curtain and waited for Julie and Martin to show up.
“Hey!” called one of the sales
assistants. “Are you okay?”
“Yes, I’m fine,” replied Lynn.
“I’m just naked. There’ll be someone along in a minute to bring me my
clothes. I’m terribly sorry – I
was doing it for a dare.”
“Well, I’m not sure what the manager
would say,” said the sales assistant. “Your
clothes had better arrive soon – I don’t want to get into any trouble.”
“Hello!”
Martin strode into the shop, closely followed by Julie.
“Have you seen the young lady who came in here a moment ago?”
“The naked one?” asked the sales
assistant.
“That’s her, yes,” said Martin.
“I have a dress for her here.”
“She’s just through there.”
The assistant pointed.
Lynn came out to meet them, and took the
dress gratefully. She looked quite
a sight. Bits of paper were
clinging to her everywhere, but since they were completely transparent they did
little to hide her nudity. She did
not bother to pull it all off, though, before throwing the minidress over her
head. She smiled at Martin as she
pulled the dress down into position.
“What a rush!” she said.
“I can’t believe I just did that.
I had some nasty shouts directed at me, but otherwise it was
incredible.”
“Well done,” said Julie.
“You looked fantastic! It
was such a turn-on to see your dress go see-through.”
“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” said
Lynn with a smile. “Now let’s
get back to the car. It’s your
turn.”
They returned to the car and Julie put
her paper dress on. “You know,”
she said, “I’m not sure I want to display myself in the same place you just
did. Since it’s now raining quite
hard, may I suggest an alternative?”
“Of course,” said Martin.
“How about we get in the car, leave
the car park, and start driving down the road.
When you find a spot you can park, just pull in and let me out.
Give me two minutes, and then come after me.
When you pass by me, look at my dress.
If it’s dissolved, then stop and let me get in.
If it still has some way to go, then drive up ahead and park, and I’ll
time my arrival at the car with the final disappearance of my dress.
How does that sound?”
“Sounds good,” said Lynn, “except
we won’t have much of a view of you.”
“Well you will when you catch up with
me,” Julie pointed out.
“It’s fine with me,” said Martin.
“Hop in, then, and I’ll just go and pay for the parking.”
A few minutes later they were driving
out of the multi-storey and on to the main road.
Martin began driving down the road, looking for a suitable place to park
for two minutes. “Ah,” he said,
“that looks like a good spot.”
“No it doesn’t,” said Julie.
“Not enough people around here. I
want a main street.”
“Very well.” Martin continued to drive.
“I think we can take a left up ahead which will take us down to a busy
shopping area.”
He turned left, but it did not lead him
where he thought it was going to. He
continued on, then came to a place where market stalls were set up on wide
pavements. “Here?” he
suggested.
“Looks like a good place,” agreed
Julie. “Stop here.”
Martin stopped and Julie got out.
It was raining fairly heavily at the moment.
“Two minutes, remember,” said Julie,
and she began to walk briskly down the street.
Lynn and Martin watched her, their gaze transfixed as, within half a
minute, her dress was apparently sodden and clinging tightly to her.
“Will she last another minute and a
half?” asked Lynn.
“I don’t know,” replied Martin,
“but she was quite clear in her instructions.
Two minutes, she said.”
When two minutes were up, Martin set
off. Julie was by now quite a way
ahead, and it was difficult to see what state of dress she was in.
As Martin approached a crossroads, the traffic lights turned from green
to amber, and he cursed under his breath as the car in front of him stopped.
“We could have made that,” he said,
“if it hadn’t been for Mr Timid in front of me.”
“Um,” said Lynn, “from the looks
of things, it wouldn’t have done you much good.”
“Eh?
What do you mean?”
There was a hint of panic in Lynn’s
voice. “Martin, you can’t
go straight on from here!” she said.
“Look, you have to turn left!”
Martin stared at the sign he had
hitherto failed to notice. “Oh
crumbs, you’re right,” he said. “But
Julie went straight! She can’t
have noticed the sign either. Well
look, calm down, it’s not the end of the world.
That’s not a one-way street she’s on.
Our access is only restricted because of the roadworks.
I’ll find somewhere to turn around on King Street, then come back and
catch up with her.”
When the lights changed to green, he
turned left and headed up the side street, looking for a place where he could
turn around. He spied a little road
leading off to the right, and prepared to turn into it. “Hopefully we’ll be able to get back on to Corporation
Street from there,” he said.
“I hope so,” said Lynn anxiously.
“Crumbs, her dress will be falling off her by now!”
Martin turned right, and found himself
on a short, narrow road which ended at a set of traffic lights.
“You see?” he said. “We’ll
turn right at the lights, and then we’ll be able to get back on to Corporation
Street.”
But as he approached the lights, he
realised with dismay that he would not be able to turn right.
“Oh heck,” he muttered. “What
do you think, Lynn? Straight on or
turn left?”
“If you turn left you may be able to
turn left again to get back on to King Street somewhere up ahead.”
“On the other hand, if I go straight
on I might be able to turn right, which will lead me straight back to
Corporation Street. Yes I think
that’s a better idea.”
He continued straight on, and on, and
on. There were apparently no right
turns for more than half a mile. There
were, however, two sets of traffic lights, and both unfortunately turned red
just as he was approaching them. Lynn
was by now in a total panic, knowing that poor Julie was now certainly naked,
alone, and wondering where Martin was.
“Aha!
A right turn!” Martin
signalled right and then turned into a narrow one-way street that, he figured,
must lead back to Corporation Street. Unfortunately,
the t-junction at which it ended was not Corporation Street – they had not
gone nearly far enough in that direction – and Martin found himself puzzling
as to which way to turn next. “Left or right?” he wondered aloud.
“I’m getting out,” said Lynn.
“I’ll find Julie and give her back her clothes.
Just find somewhere to park, okay? We’ll
find you again. If we fail to find
you, we’ll take the bus back home. Do
you have a fiver I could borrow?”
“I have about one pound fifty in loose
change,” he replied. “Sorry –
the car park took the rest of what I had.”
“Brilliant,” sighed Lynn.
“Never mind. I’d better go – the lights are about to change.
Just park near here and we’ll find you, okay?”
“Okay,” said Martin.
Lynn opened her door and dashed out into
the pouring rain, with Julie’s minidress tucked under her arm.
Julie’s tissue-paper dress was falling
off her in soggy clumps. She
revelled in her near-nakedness, in the stares of passers-by, in the oft-sounded
horns of passing drivers. Even when
the last shreds fell from her shoulders and only her paper panties still
remained, clinging on for dear life, she held her head up high, striding down
the street with her breasts exposed to the world.
It was only when her panties began to slip down her legs that it occurred
to her to wonder why she had not noticed her father’s car drive past.
‘He’s leaving it a bit late,’ she
thought to herself. ‘I don’t
really want to stay out in the open once my pussy is revealed.’
But her continuing footsteps only
dislodged the soggy panties still further, and a moment later they fell apart
and splatted on to the ground. She
stopped and turned around, looking desperately for her father’s car.
She could not see it anywhere. She
could, however, see plenty of pedestrians (mostly male) who had gathered behind
her and were following her.
Now completely naked apart from her
shoes, she started back the way she had come, pushing past her followers and
trying to avoid the multitudinous groping hands.
By the time she had passed them, however, she had felt their hands on
both her breasts, her bottom and her pussy.
Beyond the small crowd, she stopped and looked back down the length of
the street. Martin’s car was
nowhere to be seen. It was then
that she noticed the roadworks, and her heart sank as she realised he would not
have been able to follow her. Her
heartbeat quickening, she turned again and started to run down the street,
thinking that perhaps he had managed to get on to Corporation Street further up.
But a minute’s jogging failed to bring
her in sight of him. By now in a
panic, she rushed into the nearest doorway to escape the ever-growing crowd
gathering to watch her. She found
herself running down a short flight of steps which ended, she discovered, in a
locked door. In dismay, she turned
back, but she was not at all sure that she could face going out on to the street
again. ‘Then again,’ she
thought, ‘if I don’t, how will Dad ever find me?’
Wretchedly she climbed the steps and ran
out on to the pavement again. Her
admirers cheered and began to close in. Perhaps
they did this with no other purpose in mind than to take a closer look at her,
but Julie was momentarily convinced that they meant to pounce on her and molest
her. In terror she ran down the
pavement, hoping that if she kept moving along this street, sooner or later her
father would come down it in search of her.
As she ran, mothers covered their
children’s eyes while shouting abuse at her, old men stopped in their tracks
and watched as she passed, young men whistled their appreciation, women mostly
stared at her in disgust, and more cars than she could count honked loudly as
they cruised by. She was beginning
to feel rather miserable.
For what seemed like hours she continued
to run, the tears that ran down her cheeks lost in the raindrops that
continually peppered her face. In
reality it was probably only a few minutes, but then a thought suddenly occurred
to her. Had she not specified a
meeting place, if things went wrong? The
toilets on the fourth floor of the multi-storey car park were an excellent place
to hide out until her father arrived. But
how far was it from here?
She knew it was quite a way back in the
other direction, but she could not bring herself to run back along Corporation
Street past the same people. She
took the first road on the left and ran as fast as she could in the approximate
direction of the car park. Everywhere
she went, she attracted both positive and negative attention, but she did not
stick around long enough to hear what most of the people were saying.
The tears that sprang from her eyes
ceased to flow as she settled into a good jogging pace. Focusing only on her destination, she ignored the comments of
those she passed, and actually began to enjoy the thought that she was running
naked through the streets of the city. ‘I
only hope I don’t get arrested between here and the car park,’ she thought
to herself.
But she did not. Ten minutes later, she entered the ground floor of the multi-storey
and began running up the stairs. By
now she was quite worn out, but she did not let herself rest until she had
reached the fourth floor and entered the toilet.
She locked herself in a stall and sighed with relief.
Half an hour later Lynn returned to
where she had left Martin, and after a few minutes searching found where he had
parked. He looked up anxiously as
she approached.
“No luck I’m afraid,” said Lynn.
“I can’t think where she’d be.
Maybe we should go back home in case she tries to phone us.”
“No,” said Martin.
“I’m not leaving without her.”
Lynn sighed, nodded, and headed back out
into the rain.
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