I'm still alive, just having some motivation issues in writing smut in recent months. No I haven't fixed those yet, so progress will continue to be slow. This is more of a filler chapter so for those who seem to care about the plot progression (what progression?, heck, what plot?) you can skip this without missing anything of note.
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Chapter 3.5: When every day is nude day
'There.' Sara thought to herself as she tied up the last of the bags, inside of which were the vast majority of the clothing that she ever owned, though quite a bit never worn. Of course she kept a few things: gloves, socks, footwear, an apron, and some miscellaneous bits and pieces. The climate of this town and the surrounding region has always been agreeable enough that the cold was never something that she had to worry about, and now with the human element dealt with, clothing for her has become rather superfluous. Sure, there's a few other minor issues nominally, but the same would apply when wearing skimpy clothing... So really, why even bother?
And now she doesn't have to bother, and it feels good. More than anything, it's really the mental aspects being the biggest perks after the initial rush of public nudity. Being secure in the fact that it's all but impossible for her to ever make any faux pas... unless she wants to. After all, the occasional spicing up prevents things from getting too boring.
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For Fred, the lone young man working at the donation counter at the thrift store, the sight of a young naked maiden carrying a few huge bags was oddly... ordinary. It shouldn't have been, he recalled never having seen such a sight before, nor any of his other coworkers ever mentioning anything like it. Yet the confidence in her steps and her cheerful smile seems to radiate a sense of calmness, as if there's nothing wrong with what she's doing- despite the sign on the door of the store saying shirt and shoes required. Admittedly a sign that no one really paid attention to one way or the other.
What do with a person who blatantly ignored the sign? Is there even a point for the sign? Is anyone bothered? He certainly isn't bothered. If anything, it's a very pleasing sight, especially once she dropped the bags on the counter, and the entirety of her body is revealed. He felt a stirring in his pants, but thankfully it's not visible as there's the counter between them.
"Good morning mam." Fred greeted her. "Is there anything I can do for you?" He asked, a seemingly dumb question given how the donation sign is clearly displayed, but there's a lot of dumb people out there.
"Just dropping off these clothes that I don't need anymore." Sara said. "What do you think of my new look?" She asked, making a slightly silly pose in the process.
"I think it really suits you." Fred replied, genuinely meaning it. Yeah, there's the obvious sexual aspect, but for some reason it doesn't feel that prominent. Not in the sense that something's suppressing it. On the contrary, he never felt more comfortable saying what he's thinking, secure in the knowledge that Sara here won't judge him, regardless how crass or perverted. It's a weird feeling, he's pretty sure that he hasn't met her before- wait, he did, a few times. Not that it was anything more than just passing by, she was wearing clothes those times before though.
"So, um, doing some spring cleaning?" He asked, making some small talk but also did want to know. It's nowhere near spring as far as the seasons go and around these parts the seasons don't even come with the corresponding weather. But then again he doesn't actually know any other term for those big cleaning events. Sara shrugged.
