Marietta tried to hug and embrace her friend. Sonya said "No! Not while you have those clothes on! They feel awful!" She sat in a ball on the floor holding her knees to her chest and started rocking with tears in her eyes. Not knowing what to do, Marietta just gently laid a hand on her shoulder. Speaking softly, she asked, "Do you need met leave you be for a moment? I can still go to the store so we can shave your pussy."
Sonya looked up at Marietta with a half smile on her face. "Yes please, I need a moment to think about some things. I still will enjoy that." Tears continued to stream down Sonya's face. Marietta knew this was not the time to pressure the matter any further. Standing up looking at the naked goddess, she said "Don't stay on the floor like that too long ok? Maybe get something to eat or watch TV. I won't be gone long. Just keep your phone close ok?" Being careful not to let fabric touch her skin, Marietta kissed Sonya on the head and walked away.
Once Marietta had left, Sonya had some time to think to herself. "What do I do now?" She thought to herself. "It's one thing to be naked in my apartment but I can't just go around naked." Her pussy pulsed with arousal. Was she really getting turned on at time like this? She decided to ignore her pussy and decided to get up.
She walked naked into the kitchen, prepared a meal, and watch some TV. She watched a few shows and with a full stomach she started to feel better. Sitting naked on the couch felt great. Walking around naked in her apartment felt great. She tried to keep clothing out of her mind and just enjoy the moment.
Sonya then decided to sit at the computer. She figured she would research to see if anyone else had a similar condition. A quick search on the internet returned "textile dermatitis" but that doesn't seem to fit her anxiety and fear she was having toward clothing. Also, she did not have any skin conditions or blemishes with the exception of her breaking her bra as it dug into her skin. After a few more queries, she found a mental condition called vestiphobia. While she felt that could be closer to her current state, the fact she got aroused while thinking of being naked didn't fit this category either. However, it did explain the anxiety. After thinking it over some, she didn't like the fact of having to take pills or see a hypnotherapist to get fixed. "I don't need to introduce another strange stimuli so soon after fainting so much," She thought to herself.