This next story was picked at here and there for a while. It is mostly soft-core (but not all) and never gets too descriptive in the sex scenes. I bit of ENF, exhibitionism and silliness. I didn't really edit it much, so there's gonna be mistakes, but hopefully not too may.
It's a campy story with loads of fake science, ridiculous situations and embarrassing moments for our heroine. It could have been fleshed out much more with the extra characters, but I decided to cut it short, as it's too long already. Hope you enjoy. Feel free to butcher me in the comments. I'm getting used to it. :)
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ROBIN'S PROBLEM
For over three months, Robin McGhee had suffered a terrible body rash. From the neck down, her skin was red, splotchy and itchy. As much as Robin tried to keep from scratching, she simply couldn't resist. Her nails always seemed to find their way into her skin throughout the course of each day While providing some temporary relief, the act of scratching mostly just served to inflame the condition.
Robin dared not wear shorts or t-shirts in public as her rash had spread completely over her body, save for her face. Considering her role as a local cable news anchor, if the rash had appeared above her neckline, she wouldn't have been able to continue working.
Dr. Philip Guillermo was the best-rated dermatologist in the city and after discovering him online, Robin had scheduled an emergency appointment. That very day, the doctor got her in his office and subjected her to a battery of tests. He prescribed a mild anti-inflammatory while waiting for the results from the lab to come back. Now, two weeks later, as Robin once again found herself in the lobby of Dr. Guillermo's office, she prayed he had discovered the source of her problem. The anti-inflammatory had done nothing to improve her situation.
"Robin," said a petite nurse, appearing from the hallway, "The doctor can see you now."
Robin picked up her purse and followed the young nurse to the back, where the main consultation office was located. The doctor was seated behind a large, cherry-wood desk and he waved Robin in while signaling for the nurse to leave.
"Robin, nice to see you again!" he said, not getting up. "You may have a seat."
Robin sat down, taking the opportunity to scratch her itchy back against the hard leather of the chair. The action was habitual by this point.
"Robin, we ran blood tests, skin tests, allergy tests... everything. We threw the book at this problem. I want you to know we do have some good news, but it's tricky." Though of Spanish origin, Dr. Guillermo carried a thick Italian accent, having spent most of his youth and there. He'd moved to America during university for an internship and never left.
Robin was thrilled to hear there was good news coming and let out a sigh of relief, yet it appeared the doctor was holding back. She sensed a degree of hesitation in his voice. "So does that mean there is a cure?"
"Oh yes, of that I'm confident!" exclaimed the doctor, smiling back while Robin let out another deep sigh. "Your cure will happen, but it will take effort on your part."
As he spoke, the doctor looked Robin up and down. At 32, she really was a "knock-out" in every sense of the term. Well, at least when her skin wasn't so irritated. She had full and firm breasts, a thin waist, a flat stomach, nice curves at the hips and a striking face. She could best be described as sharp in features, but soft in appearance. Perhaps having no children helped to explain the longevity of her youthful figure. Staying active, while wearing the right kinds of sports bras had probably helped, too. It seemed gravity had a lot of work in store before showing any signs of taking its toll.
Dr. Guillermo stood up, walked to the front edge of his desk and propped against it. "Robin, you have a condition known as Desparo's Disease.".
"Excuse me? What disease?" asked Robin. She didn't like the term "disease" being thrown around.
"Desparo's Disease," the doctor reiterated. "Desparo was a mythical Mayan god. It's where the name derives from, is all. The legend is he could not wear clothes, for any fabric would burn his skin. He'd been cursed at birth."
"Uh... tell me how a mythical god's ailments would affect me?"
"Oh, it's only where the name of the disease comes from. The story isn't actually true, of course, but you do have a skin disorder similar to his legend. It's a rare disease you were actually born with... the result of an unusual gene mutation. The good news is this disease causes nothing more than what you're currently experiencing. It is not fatal in nature.
"In fact, even though some people with this gene mutation have the disease, it often isn't as bad as your particular case. Many people don't manifest symptoms of it until well into their 50s or 60s. Some never show any ill effects at all. Robin, I'm afraid you're just one of the unlucky ones."
"What exactly do you mean, doctor?" asked Robin. "Will I have to take some medication or go through a surgery or something?"
"Unfortunately, there is no one-time, permanent solution."
"I thought you said I could be cured."
"Allow me to clarify. It's not so much a cure, but rather a treatment. You see, your skin, like the legend Desparo, reacts badly to fabric. Think of it as an allergy to any kind of fabric, really."
"What? You must be joking."
"Unfortunately, I am not. At best, one-hundred percent cotton fabrics may be the least irritating material for you. Even still, prolonged contact with any fabric will likely cause swelling, redness, itchiness... everything you've been experiencing for some time now."
"But, doctor. It started just all of a sudden, just a few months ago. Certainly..."
The doctor cut her off. "As I said, Miss McGhee, it just comes up when it comes up. You've had this gene mutation since the day you were born. Perhaps the symptoms are triggered by some biological event or an immune system deficiency. We really don't know for sure. I will say it's rare to show up in one so young, but it's not unheard of. About one in seventy million are afflicted like you are. Being so rare, it's why it took as all this time to discover the source of your problem. We ruled out everything else first, believe me."
"Well, if no medicine exists for this, how can you cure ... uh, I mean, treat me?" Robin, incredulous, leaned further back in the chair. She was visibly upset at there not being a pill or a shot that would resolve the issue.
"Robin, if you want to be free of the rash completely, we are going to have to determine just how sensitive your skin is to fabric. Specifically, pure cotton fabric, as that will be the only material you should wear from this point forward. I am very sorry if you favor others."
Robin was currently wearing a polyester and cotton mix blouse. Not exactly silky and fancy, but certainly not as casual as most full-cotton garments.
"Unbleached denim will be okay, as it's made from cotton," continued the doctor. "Any other cotton shorts, pants or skirts. But I'll warn you, once you're cleared up, rash-free, I highly recommend you wear as little as possible, even when you do wear clothing. Keep contact with the skin to a minimum."
"What do you mean when I wear clothing?" asked Robin.
"Robin, in order to clear the rash, you will have to stop wearing clothes entirely for a period of time. In the advanced state like it is now, it might take at least four or five days for your skin to clear up. That is, with the help of some prescription topical medicine we will provide. It's a cream that helps speed the healing of the rash along significantly. Otherwise, it would probably take two weeks or more to heal up. And again, that's only on the condition you leave your skin free from touching fabrics."
Robin paused, letting this sink in. Finally, she asked. "So there is a medicine, though? You said so."
"Only to treat the rash, not the disease. It's a cream." said Dr. Guillermo. "And you must follow the application precisely or it could actually make a flare-up even worse. You see, this cream raises your pH balance dramatically. It serves as a catalyst to the healing. If you don't apply it routinely, any sharp drops in your pH level could aggravate the situation significantly. Do not fail to apply every four hours until the rash is completely gone."
The doctor reached behind him and handed Robin a very large, brown tube. Other than some simple text printed on it, there were no fancy graphics. Definitely pharmaceutical prescription, rather than over-the-counter.
"So I need to apply every day, every four hours?"
"Exactly. From morning until night, and until the rash is completely gone. Don't wear clothes and apply the cream into your skin liberally. Once cleared up, if a rash begins to develop, begin using the cream on it immediately. When used early in a break-out, it can work in a matter of hours, rather than days. That's powerful stuff you got there in your hands."
"So how am I supposed to work if I can't wear clothes?" asked Robin.
Robin lived alone in her own home, so prancing around naked there was doable. However, being a television anchor posed a major problem. She was WQTV's best asset and she explained this to the doctor. Their evening ratings were dwarfed in comparison to the major networks, but it was the highest rated program among all the local cable channels.
"Obviously, we'll have to inform your bosses that you need a two or three-week medical leave starting immediately. During this this, we will get your skin cleared up, and hopefully have enough time to discover how long you can tolerate wearing fabric each day without having flare-ups.
"For now, if you don't want a rash, you're going to have to get accustomed to living in the nude, I'm sorry to say. Not to mention, even when you sleep, laying on your sheets could prove an issue. Try not to sleep for more than six or seven hours for the time being. Sitting down for prolonged periods will also be an issue. Thankfully, you're in terrific shape and should be able to manage being on your feet all day. Might take some getting used to, though. Your life is going to change, Ms. McGhee. Dramatically for a temporary period, but with good behaviors moving forward, it will hopefully only be a minimal nuisance."
Robin didn't like what she was hearing and was wondering if she needed a second opinion. "Are you sure there isn't anything else we can do?" she asked. This whole situation sounded terrible to her!
