The door latched shut behind her, the metal click echoing down the empty hallway and back to create an effect that the distance was much further than it truly was. Sally took a deep breath, then started to step forward, her bare feet making quiet footsteps against the old tiles of the dormitory.
She forced herself to maintain a steady pace, imagining that she was out in the courtyard as she would soon be, pretending that everything was fine. She had never previously paid attention to how she walked and suddenly found that, when trying to think about it, she could not recreate a regular stride.
Nervously, she stopped at the end of the hallway and gathered herself once again - trying to squeeze her book bag for comfort before remembering that she had left it in her room and was carrying a few books loose. With one final sigh, she stepped out into the common area of the building where she saw three other women sitting solemnly around the only table in the room - scant school supplies scattered on its surface.
They were naked, too.
Part of her was relieved to see that her compatriots were also in the nude - that their meeting the previous day wasn't just some massive prank against her. That she would step into the room, see them fully dressed, and then would be teased for her gullibility in believing that they would actually go through with it.
Another part was mortified that they were also in the nude. That they were serious all along and that she couldn't simply turn around and quit on them; Go back up to her room, put on some clothes, then go to class as if nothing had ever happened.
But that wasn't really an option, either.
"I was starting to think you'd never arrive." A tall blonde girl said, her slender legs crossed over one another as she leaned back in her seat casually. "Frankly, I didn't think you had the nerve for it - not that I'd blame you."
She was Claire - one of the few members of that Monday afternoon meeting where this whole plan originated from. She didn't seem especially enthusiastic at the prospect of nudity, but in her conflicted emotions evidentially found the strength to go through with it.
"That makes four of us, then." A shorter girl with bright-red hair said. Her voice was quiet and calm, even if her body language betrayed her real emotions - she had both arms crossed over her chest. "Everybody who agreed to participate yesterday."
Amy hadn't made so much as a single objection to the plan, she spoke about it coldly and logically, though Sally was sure she'd heard just the slightest wavering in her voice whenever she said the word 'naked'.
"That's upsetting." Sighed the last of the group. A gorgeous brunette with the features of a model and a tan to match brushed a lock of straightened hair away from her face as she stood up, her breasts perking outward against gravity in a way that made Sally feel insecure about her much more modest bosom. "I had hoped at least somebody would change their mind after sleeping on it. We're doing very important work, here."
Leah gave no indication about her true feelings regarding their nudity - in fact, she was by far the most enthusiastic about the entire scheme. They had been targeted for too long, and this was exactly the type of publicity that they needed to get their grievances out there.
Over the last few days, Leah had become somewhat of a de facto leader of the few women in Westridge Academy. The school had only recently accepted women into their programs and even this was done begrudgingly after years of public pressure forced the administration to cave to demands. This was only the first year women here could receive an education and already the school's administrators were pushing back. Even though there were barely more than a dozen female students enrolled in a college of several hundred, that was too much for the 'old-fashioned' administrators in charge.
The steady thump of a set of footsteps came into perception, then grew louder, the obvious sound of shoe-wearing feet made Sally feel a bit jealous as she curled her toes instinctively at the noise. The maker of the noise was a black-haired girl with glasses that Sally had seen around a few times before but never spoken to. That girl was dressed in an overly-modest fashion - no doubt an attempt to draw as little attention to her outfit as possible - though everybody there seemed to implicitly understand that it still wouldn't be enough.
She stopped in place at the sight of the four naked women gathered in the common area, then ducked her head down and quickly walked past them - ignoring the sight before her. Sally watched the girl's backpack bounce against her jean-clad butt as she walked away, aware that she wanted nothing more than to be wearing clothes herself at the moment. Nobody was forcing them to do this but each other and the hope that they could change a few minds.
"We should probably be headed out as well." Claire spoke, looking out the front door. "Classes will start in a few and I'd hate for this entire plan to fall through because we got suspended for showing up a few minutes late."
"That's true." Leah grumbled. "Remember ladies, we're doing this not because our academic futures are at stake but because the futures of every woman who wants to get an education depends on us."
"Remember: Our disciplinary records are in poor standing due to the rule changes." Amy spoke into the table as she gathered up her books and papers. "Try not to do anything to draw attention to yourselves."
She didn't need to remind them of that fact. Over last last few days, every single girl in the school had been called out by the teaching staff for violations of the school's updated dress-code. This updated dress-code had several contradictory rules and obscure wordings designed to make it practically impossible to follow in earnest. Girls would be pulled aside for having sleeves that were too long in their first class, then again for having sleeves that were too short.
That none of the male students ever got called out for this was confirmation of their fears. While the school's dean could not expel a student for her gender, he could have her written up for repeated violations of the dress code and then thrown out for being a rule-breaker without raising much suspicion.
When the women of Westridge got together last week to discuss this travesty of justice, they came up with a variety of plans to combat the dress-code scheme. Their letters were thrown out, their attempts to start a dialog were rebuked, and their demands to get the attention of a higher power came up fruitless. They needed a plan - something bold.
They found a bold plan.
Sally snapped back to reality as she saw the other three heading towards the door. Amy was trailing behind the other two, still covering her chest with both hands and a forward-leaning posture. Sally crossed her arms over her torso and allowed a free hand to begin fondling a curl of hair.
She jogged to catch up to the others, feeling an uncomfortable bouncing sensation as she caught up just in time to step into the courtyard and into the sunlight. It took a few seconds to adjust to the brightness outdoors, her hand covering her face as she adjusted her eyes with a few blinks. It didn't seem as if anybody had noticed the four naked woman walking together, but that wasn't something that would last long.
The pavement was already warm against her bare feet, the mid-fall mornings still showing some signs of summer. She could see a few people in the distance, their bags clutched tightly as they were making their way to class. Sally wished she had her bag with her, she could at least use it to cover up a bit. But bags, like most clothing, would have violated the rules set out in the new dress code and could have gotten any of the women suspended outright. They had already been told their futures were at stake and that they each had until the end of the week to drop out (and ideally find a new college) or get suspended and shatter any hope of a good recommendation.
There was a whistle. The first of many.
A few men (the campus was almost 99% men) had finally taken notice of the naked girls walking along the sidewalk and were pointing them out to their nearby friends. These men all craned their necks around to get a better view of the nudists, chuckling something to themselves as they all grew big smiles.
"Just ignore them." Leah spoke quietly. "Keep walking with your head up high."
"If they think they're bothering you, that only makes them louder." Claire added. "A bit of advice I learned from my father."
Sally found it too hard to follow this advice and merely sped up to use the two taller girls at the front of the group as cover. She held her books up to her face, hoping she wouldn't be recognized in spite of the inevitable futility of the gesture.
"Oh my god." Amy's face was starting to turn as red as her hair. "This is too much."
"We're halfway to the building." Leah spoke. "It's not that far."
Her words were of little comfort. Once they were inside the building, things would only get worse as the men ogling them would be closer and more numerous. Sally shuddered at the thought, but forced herself to keep moving to maintain pace with the brown butt bounding in front of her. The hypnotic movements of Leah's ass were a small comfort as she tried to drown out the calls from all around them.
"Shit, is that Claire?"
"Oh man, Leah's tits are incredible!"
"Those two in the back are kinda flat."
As they came closer to the doors, the voices grew louder. Sally had to keep her eyes on the ground to focus on walking - but the sight of her bare legs occasionally popping out from behind the cover of her textbooks continuously reminded her of her predicament.
Finally, they stopped just in front of the building's entrance.
"We have to split up here." Claire spoke - almost shouting as the catcalls grew louder. "Amy and I will go to the North building."
