"You shaved it all?" Sally's eyes were fixated on Amy's hairless sex, the smooth pale skin down there now showing no obfuscation behind the patch of hair she had had the day before.
"I thought it would be prudent to do so." Amy stood at the end of the table, looking at her handiwork. "I rarely put much consideration towards grooming in the area as I rarely found myself undressed around others."
"Smart idea." Claire spoke, uncrossing her legs in a very un-lady-like fashion. "I had to shave this morning as well. When the whole school is going to be looking between your legs, suddenly you have to put so much more consideration into how you wear your hair."
"I just trim." Leah pat her stomach, admiring the evenly-spaced patch of hair she had trailing down to her groin. "It's the best of both worlds; You get the smooth, sanitary feeling down there with so much less maintenance."
Sally looked underneath the table she was sitting at, eyeing the area between her own legs as she felt conflicted about the lack of hair. She had never found the need to shave her private areas as very little hair ever formed in the first place - just a few thin strands near the front that disappeared depending on the lighting. Part of her was glad to have a low-maintenance bush - the other wished she at least looked older when undressed. She simply pressed her thin legs together and tried to change the subject.
"Your hair looks nice today, Amy." She turned to the other girl. "I mean, the hair on your head."
"Oh, thanks!" Amy patted her twin braids, fluffing the loops she'd formed that morning that hung below her ears and gave her head a sophisticated shape. "With the time I saved by not having to select an outfit this morning I was able to dedicate more time to other things."
"I was able to spend far more time than usual on my own face." Claire spoke, "And that's no small feat."
Sally noticed that she was indeed much more made-up than she was on the previous day - Leah was as well, though her style was much more subdued. The only makeup Sally ever wore was when she was trying to cover something up. Maybe after all of this was over, she would ask for a few tips.
Her planning for the future was cut short, though, as the double-doors in the front of the women's dorm began to clatter with the sound of unlocking as a shadow passed in front of the sunlight gleaming in. Nobody but residents were supposed to have a key to enter and most of the girls who lived there had already left - the naked ones staying behind to limit the amount of exposure they would have to tolerate that day.
The woman who entered was only slightly familiar. That is to say that all four girls recognized her face only. She was the secretary sitting outside the dean's door who had shown them in when they were being written up on disciplinary charges last week. Her nameplate said Ms. Evelyn Earhart, but she had introduced herself as Eve.
"Oh thank goodness." The dean's secretary sighed. "I was able to catch you before you left."
Claire, recognizing the frazzled woman, stood up as if to say something strongly-worded before Leah stopped her outburst with a hand.
"What is it that we can assist with?" Leah asked, her face the picture of professionalism.
"I need you all to stop this protest before something terrible happens!" Eve locked the door behind her.
"What we're doing is for the good of women across the entire campus." Leah said. "We're hoping to rea-"
"I know! I know!" The secretary cut her off. "I get why you're protesting, I really do!
"But last night, the administrators had a private meeting about your stunt."
"You get invited to the private meetings?" Claire asked, apparently somewhat familiar with what went on behind those closed doors.
"They make me serve drinks..." She seemed embarrassed to admit this. "But that's not important! What matters is that they're scheming to stop you!"
"That's... good, right?" Sally spoke. "If they want us to stop, that means we're actually doing something."
"If they sent you here to harass us into compliance, that means they have switched to the defensive." Claire smiled. "That sounds like good news."
"No, no, no, no!" Eve grabbed at the air. "They didn't send me here, I had to sneak out. I came over to warn you!
"Please, put your clothes back on and give up this protest! I couldn't bear to see something happen to you all!"
"In case you are unfamiliar with the previous day's events," Amy spoke up. "This 'something' has already happened to us. Yesterday was not at all easy."
"Nor were the weeks leading up to this protest." Leah shook her head. "If we quit now, we're surrendering all the progress we've made thus far."
"I - I only..." Eve realized the women were dead-set on their mission. "I understand I'm not going to talk you out of this.
"But if you change your minds for any reason, don't hesitate to come to my office at the front! I have some spare clothes there that I can give to you if things get too heavy."
"We'll be fine." Leah spoke with finality. "Yesterday was the hardest, but today will be easier! Remember my promise?"
The other girls all nodded in mutual approval. But Eve simply frowned, shaking her head as she made her way to the door.
"I hope you can keep that promise." She muttered, closing the door behind her as she left.
...
The rest of the protesters realized that their first block of classes was going to begin soon so they went over their tentative plan one last time. As they all had a lunch break at roughly the same time, they would meet up in the cafeteria after their first two classes. This would give them some time to give one another emotional support before going in to the last stretch of the day, then they'd meet up back at the dorm after school just as they had done the day before.
With that, they left the building, stepping naked into the bright sun.
Sally's feet were more used to the sidewalk than before - after only a single day she'd managed to shake off the initial discomfort of stepping on the occasional pebble or uneven ground and embraced the feeling of having her toes free. Or at the very least, she was better at hiding the faces she made when the ground suddenly felt different.
After the next corner, the school building came into view. And so did the girls. People were more prepared for them than last time, the pointing and staring being much more subdued as the whispered words of the men hanging out outside the building seemed to be quieter than before. Sally was feeling more courageous than yesterday and didn't bother attempting to cover her nudity, carrying her books for the day underneath an arm as she walked proudly alongside her taller friends.
As the four women got closer to the front entrance, the words spoken by the men surrounding them did not seem to grow louder and bolder as they had yesterday. Was the campus already beginning to get used to their nudity? Leah must have been right about the first day being the hardest.
Leah stepped forward to open the door to the building, letting the cool air-conditioning blow onto Sally's skin in a way that nearly gave her a chill.
"Well, this is where we leave for now." Leah smiled. "I hope you're okay being alone on the walk to class."
"Yeah." Sally nodded. "I can do this."
The other three girls, having dropped one of their group off, said their goodbyes and left Sally alone there, the door slowly shutting itself behind them. She was once again naked inside of her class building, but today she was confident she could manage by herself.
There were a few whistles as she confidently strode into the building that she forced herself to ignore in spite of the redness growing in her face. Sally forced herself to take deep breaths through her nose as she took even steps, the feeling of being watched weighing on her every move.
"I heard she's naked because of something to do with a dress-code."
"Wait, the women have to come to school naked now?"
"That's not it, idiot. She's just an exhibitionist."
Sally suddenly felt a different kind of chill than the air conditioner as her free hand made its way up her face to latch on to a curly strand of hair. She looked back and forth, noticing the lustful looks in the eyes of her peers as she made her way to her first class with a faster pace.
She was one of the first to get to Spanish class that day and thought carefully about where to sit. The front of the classroom would make her the most visible, but in the back of the classroom there was a bigger threat of harassment where the teacher couldn't see her. An aisle seat would make her nudity more exposed, but a seat in the middle of a row would more likely than not have her surrounded by men. She chose a seat near the middle of the classroom and on the aisle, hoping she didn't just choose the worst of all the options.
The empty chairs around her filled up over the next few minutes as the last few students came in after her, all adjusting the seats they were taking to ensure they had a line of sight to their naked classmate. The rows on either side of her filled up first as people used walking to the end of the line of chairs as an excuse to touch her shoulders for support. She felt like if she were a bit taller, they may have been grabbing elsewhere instead.
Her professor, Sr. Nuñez, entered the room with a briefcase at his side, sliding the case beneath his desk as he sorted a few things out before stretching his neck a bit and shouting at the mumbling classroom. He was a handsome man, though not Sally's idea of handsome. Other women might have swooned over his thin mustache, square jaw, and a smile of bleach-white teeth, but Sally only thought that look was sketchy.
"Attencion!" Sr. Nuñez shouted in a slightly Spanish accent. "Please no being distracted before the lecture today!"
He snapped the class out of their uproar and tried to draw their attention to the front of the room where he was already standing behind the lecture podium. While some students looked up at him, the few people sitting around Sally did not break their focus.
She scooted to the edge of her seat and squeezed her legs together, hoping to make her frame even smaller than it was in a futile attempt to get further away from the men to her side, though she could only go so far without ending up in the aisle.
