I always thought that clothes were a problem. I remember when I was in grade school and high school that kids would get picked on for what they wore. I was always behind the times when it came to footwear. I never had the newest Nike's or anything like that, so I would get picked on for it. How great it would be, I thought, if I could get away without wearing clothes.
I stripped myself nude and walked back over to my apartment door. I had to test this out right away. Before I opened the door I wished that I would be able to go nude whenever I wanted to, that no one would think it strange or unacceptable that I would go nude, and that I wouldn't have to worry about wearing shoes because my feet wouldn't feel pain or be harmed if I were to step on something that would otherwise cause harm.
I felt a brief sensation wash over me that centered in my feet. Then I opened the door to my apartment and walked over to Tiffany's door. I knocked on the door loud enough so that she would be able to hear me. As soon as I did this, I realized that I didn't have a good reason for disturbing her. Better think of something quick, I thought.
I heard the sound coming from her TV abruptly stop and I heard her walk closer to the door. She swung open the door, saw that it was me, and said, "Hey, Joe, what's up?"
So far, so good, I thought. She didn't think anything was wrong with my being naked. "Hey, Tiff, uh..." Great, I thought. I still couldn't think of anything.
"What?" she asked somewhat impatiently. I couldn't blame her for getting that way. She had still been in the middle of exercising and I had disturbed her. She was obviously sweating and was breathing heavily, as if she had been out of breath. As I said, there was nothing really remarkable about Tiffany's physical appearance. She was of average height for a woman of 25. She certainly wasn't overweight, as she really couldn't be with all the exercising she did, nor was she even really thin. She lacked the curvy figure that woman considered "beautiful" all seem to possess. Her breasts were about a B-cup, again average like everything else about her.
"Oh, well, kind of a dumb question now," I said as I stumbled over my words, "but is your TV out?"
She swung her head back in the direction of her own TV, her brown pony tailed her swinging right along. She turned back to me and with a slight smile said, "Doesn't look like it."
"Yea, but you've got a tape on right?" I asked.
"Oh, yea, good point," she said. She jogged back over to where she had left the remote control and stopped the tape. Her TV came on with the broadcast signal coming in just fine. "Still doesn't look like it," she said as she walked back to the door.
"Oh, ok," I said. "I guess I didn't check the cable right."
"Yours is out?" she asked. I nodded. "Well, probably, then," she agreed.
"OK, thanks," I said. "Oh, by the way," I added before she could close the door. "Do you notice anything...different about me?"
She looked at me up and down and said, "Uh, no. Am I supposed to?"
"No," I said. "Just testing your eyes to make sure those exercise tapes aren't killing them."
She chuckled. I sometimes made little jokes to her that watching too many exercise tapes would burn the images into her eyes permanently. "Still at it, I see," she said. "Oh, by the way, do you still have my blender?" she asked.
"Oh, shoot, I do," I said. "I forgot to return it. Again," I added.
"Oh, you know it's alright," she said. "But I do need it later. Will you be around for a while?" she asked.
"Yep, I'll be here," I said. "I can go grab it now, though, if you'd like."
"Nah, I wanna finish this tape," she said. "Then cool down a bit. It's bad enough you've already interrupted me," she smiled.
"Yea, sorry," I said. "But I'll be here, so I'll go make sure it's ready."
"Thanks," she said. "I'll come by in a little while."
"OK," I said. She closed the door and I walked back to my apartment. Before I closed my door I heard the tape start up again. Had to admire her persistence, I thought. She deserved better than what she got as a result.
As I sauntered back into my apartment, confident that I could forgo clothes for as long as I wanted, I wondered what else I could do with this ring.