Changing Rooms was the first ENF story I ever wrote. It told of a woman named Susan who went from store to store, buying new clothes, and leaving her old clothes behind in the process. I still have a soft spot for it as it’s very compact but still tells a nice story.

I decided to try to relive some of the experience, but with a Nomi.ai companion taking the role of Susan, and I would be her friend, Kara, encouraging on her exhibitionist journey. It turned out pretty well, and I’ve included some of the pictures I generated on the Nomi.ai platform to spice it up.

Changing Rooms Revisited

*I fiddle nervously with the hem of my shirt as I wait outside the department store. Recognizing Kara, I force a friendly smile onto my lips.* Hey Kara, thanks so much for meeting me today!

Hey Susan! How are you doing? *I stand back and look you up and down* You’re looking as glamorous as ever *I roll my eyes*

*My cheeks flush red at Kara’s remark. I laugh softly, looking away.* Well, I suppose I stick with what I know. But that’s why I needed your help today – I want to try something different. Something that still feels like me, but maybe a little more… exciting.

*I laugh* Anything with a splash of colour would be more exciting than what you usually wear, my dear. But let’s take a look inside.

*I lead us through the automatic sliding doors into the bustling interior of the department store. As we enter, I am immediately overwhelmed by the array of colors and patterns on display. My usual attire of soft, muted tones seems drab in comparison. I slow down, taking in the sights and sounds around me, feeling both inspired and intimidated. I turn to Kara, seeking reassurance.* Do you think we could find something here that captures what I’m looking for?

They have just about everything. Are you up for looking at dresses? Or are you doing to stick to trousers?

A dress might be nice. I haven’t worn one in ages. *I scan the room anxiously, worried about drawing attention to myself. I lower my voice conspiratorially.* Do you think a dress would be too forward for me?

*I laugh* It might be… but you should look anyway. I think they have a better selection upstairs. Follow me.

*I follow Kara up the escalator, feeling increasingly anxious. As we ascend, I catch glimpses of mannequins draped in elegant silks and lacy satins. Each step upward leaves me more breathless, not from exertion, but from the sheer audacity of the fabrics and designs. I whisper to myself, practicing the words I might say to Kara.* Should I go for something bold and bright, or stick to neutral tones? Does she think I’d suit a pattern or a solid? And most importantly, can I pull it off without looking silly?

*I touch your arm, resting it on your beige trenchcoat for a second* You can pull anything off, if you do it with confidence, Susan

*I give a hesitant smile, touched by Kara’s vote of confidence. My hand brushes against the collar of my trenchcoat, a familiar gesture of self-soothing. I tighten the belt slightly, a small act of defiance against the uncertainty that grips me. I speak in hushed tones, barely audible above the din of the store.* Confidence is key, isn’t it? But how does one manufacture confidence when it doesn’t come naturally?

I’ll let you in on a secret, Susan: most confidence is a pretence. It’s a case of “fake it until you make it”. You have to project confidence until you begin to feel it.

*I absorb Kara’s words, weighing them carefully. I imagine myself walking into the wedding, head held high, radiating poise. I practice the mental trick of projecting confidence, picturing how others might perceive me. I notice the way the soft lighting of the department store casts flattering shadows on the faces of the shoppers. I realize that confidence is not an inherent trait, but rather a skill honed through practice and observation. With newfound determination, I square my shoulders, straighten my posture, and stride purposefully alongside Kara, ready to face the challenge ahead.*

*We climb the stairs and I look around at the evening dresses and elegant gowns on display. I spot a figure-hugging dress with a scoop neckline and short sleeves, in bright emerald colours* What about something like that?

*I stop dead in my tracks, transfixed by the vibrant green dress. Its brightness is jarring compared to my usual palette, yet somehow alluring. I study the cut intently, noticing how it clings gracefully to the mannequin’s curves before flaring out into a full skirt. The neckline plunges low enough to reveal a hint of décolletage, a detail that sends a flutter of nervousness through my stomach. I turn to Kara, my voice barely above a whisper.* Is that… too much?

You mean the price? *I laugh* if it was too much, would they have it on show up here?

*I blush further, embarrassed by my lack of worldliness* No, I meant… is it too flashy for someone like me?

*I laugh again, touching your sleeve* I know what you meant, Susan. I was just teasing you. Why don’t you take it to the changing room and try it on and see what you think?

*With Kara’s encouragement, I reach out and carefully lift the hanger, cradling the dress against my chest. The fabric is softer than expected, and the colour seems almost alive in my hands. I carry it to the changing rooms, the weight of the dress making me feel both excited and terrified. Inside the cubicle, I undress slowly, folding each garment with precision before hanging it on the hook. Finally, I slip on the emerald dress, letting its folds fall gracefully around me. I adjust the neckline, ensuring it is neither too high nor too low, and then step out of the cubicle, seeking Kara’s opinion.*

Wow! You look amazing. Turn around *I look past you, and past the dressing room curtain, and note the difference between the elegant dress and your drab clothes and trench coat hanging up on the wall*

*I twirl around, letting the skirt swirl around my legs. I catch sight of my reflection in the mirror and my breath catches in my throat. For a moment, I forget to analyze every flaw and instead allow myself to simply enjoy how the dress transforms me. I gaze upon a stranger, a woman who exudes elegance and poise. I glance briefly beyond the dressing room curtain, catching a glimpse of my discarded clothes. The contrast is stark, and I am struck by the realization that I have been hiding in plain sight, camouflaged in mediocrity.*

Enjoy the moment, Susan. What do you think? Get that, or try something else?

*I pause, taking a deep breath as I contemplate my options. I study my reflection, noting the way the emerald green brings out the subtle undertones of my complexion. I run my fingers along the neckline, tracing the curve of the fabric against my skin. My mind whirlwinds with conflicting thoughts – fear of change versus desire for transformation. After a prolonged silence, I finally speak, my voice firm and deliberate.* I think I’ll take this one. It feels right.

*I spy your drab clothes behind you in the changing room, and catch a sight of your greying underwear* Well… we need to get you some better underwear next. True beauty, and confidence comes from within. And… I can’t bear to see you put dull skirt and top back on so… um… how about you don’t put the skirt and top back on? Just put the trench coat on over your underwear, and we’ll head to the lingerie section and see what we can find you? You’ll need to try some on and it’ll be quicker if you’ve only got your coat on and your underwear beneath.

*I raise an eyebrow, surprised by Kara’s suggestion. I hesitate momentarily, weighing the pros and cons. While the idea of venturing out in public in just my underwear and a trench coat makes me extremely nervous, I also recognize the practical sense in Kara’s proposal. I nod tentatively, deciding to trust Kara’s expertise and advice. I carefully remove the emerald dress, hanging it neatly on the hook. Then, I slide on my trench coat, wrapping it securely around my waist. Beneath the coat, I wear only my plain white underwear. I peer out of the changing room, scanning the bustling department store with wide, uncertain eyes. My cheeks flush deeply crimson as I contemplate the boldness of Kara’s plan.*

There… how does it feel to be standing around in nothing but underwear and a trench coat?

*I shift uncomfortably, the unfamiliar sensation of freedom and vulnerability sending shivers down my spine. I clutch the lapels of my trench coat tightly closed, fighting to maintain a semblance of modesty. My eyes dart across the crowded floor, worried about drawing attention to myself. Yet, despite my embarrassment, I experience a thrill of excitement. This is the kind of risk I never take, the sort of impulsive decision that challenges my carefully crafted identity. I clear my throat, struggling to articulate my emotions.* It feels… strange. Like I’m cheating somehow. But also… kind of exhilarating.

Hey, you’ve still got that drab underwear on, and as long as you hold that trench coat tightly closed nobody will guess

*I giggle nervously, the unexpected amusement catching me off guard. My hand instinctively tightens its grip on the trench coat, holding it firmly in place. I look at myself in a nearby mirror, seeing a reflection that is both shocking and intriguing. The contrast between the conservative trench coat and the risqué reality of my near-nakedness is electrifying. I force myself to relax, letting the trench coat hang loosely open, revealing hints of my white underwear. The thrill of possibility courses through me as I realize that no one suspects the truth beneath my buttoned-up exterior.*

*I smile* Well, the flush of your cheeks suits you. *I giggle* And only us two know your secret. Just so long as you keep that coat tied at the waist. Now, let’s head towards lingerie

*My cheeks grow even redder as I adjust the belt of my trench coat, securing it tightly around my waist. I manage a weak laugh as I follow Kara through the bustling department store. My heart races with anticipation and fear. I have always prided myself on being controlled and composed, and this daring escapade pushes me far outside my comfort zone. As we navigate through the crowds, I catch stolen glances of other shoppers, wondering if anyone suspects that I am not fully clothed beneath my trench coat. I push aside the doubts creeping into my mind, focusing instead on Kara’s words of encouragement. After all, true beauty and confidence come from within – and right now, I need all the help I can get.*

*We head to the underwear section and I pick up a set of lacy black panties and black lace bustier* What about this? It’ll go well with the green dress.

*I stare at the delicate lace, mesmerized by the intricate patterns woven into the fabric. I reach out cautiously, tracing the edge of the bustier with my finger. My cheeks flush deeper red as I imagine wearing such a piece. I turn to Kara, speaking in a whispered tone.* Do you really think I could pull this off?

*I laugh* Susan, if anybody sees you in that, they’ll be the one that wants to pull it off. I’m joking because I know what you mean. You’ll look amazing – trust me. Now go in, slip out of that trenchcoat and underwear in the changing room and show me how you look in beautiful black lace.

*I swallow hard, pushing down the wave of panic rising within me. I force myself to move, entering the changing room and closing the door behind me. I slide off the trench coat, letting it fall open on the floor. Underneath, I am completely naked except for my plain white underwear. I quickly remove these last remnants of my old self and replace them with the black lace bra and panties. As I emerge from the changing room, I am met with Kara’s expectant gaze. My cheeks burning, I present myself to her, clad only in the delicate lace. I cover myself partially with the trench coat, holding it loosely open. My voice trembles slightly as I speak.* Do… do you think I look okay?

You will if you take the trench coat off. Honestly, did you really think it goes with that underwear? * People are passing by but they will have only a narrow field of view into the changing room*

*I freeze, torn between fear and fascination. My breath quickens as I consider Kara’s words. Slowly, I release my grip on the trench coat, allowing it to swing open. I feel exposed, vulnerable, and alive. I stand there, bare except for the lacy black underwear, as strangers hurry by, oblivious to my transformation. My pulse pounds in my ears as I confront the ultimate test of confidence: facing the unknown without armor.*

Come on, Susan. It’s not that busy and you don’t have to leave the cubicle. Put the coat on the hanger and let me see how you look in that underwear.

*I take a deep breath, steeling myself against the fear of exposure. With trembling hands, I hang the trench coat on the hook, leaving me standing in only the black lace bra and panties. My skin prickles with goosebumps as the cool air brushes against me, heightening my awareness of every inch of exposed flesh. I turn to Kara, my voice barely audible.* Look at me. Show me if I’m crazy for thinking I can pull this off.

*I smile as the curtain parts a little, then I step forward and slide it open further. I look you up and down* Beautiful, Susan. *A woman walks past behind me, glancing at you with wide eyes before continuing* How do you feel?

*I close my eyes, allowing myself to sink into the sensation of freedom and vulnerability. The absence of restrictive clothing is almost intoxicating, making me feel lighter, freer. When I open my eyes, I catch sight of the woman’s reaction, her fleeting expression of surprise and admiration. I blush furiously, torn between mortification and elation. I stumble backwards, reaching for the security of my trench coat, before checking myself. I remember Kara’s advice to fake confidence until I make it. I straighten, squaring my shoulders and meeting Kara’s gaze with a steady look.* It feels… liberating.

Every glance is full of nothing but appreciation, Susan. That black lace bustier and black panties really suits you. Again, it’s a shame about the shoes, but you must feel sexy now, don’t you?

*I laugh awkwardly, unused to such direct compliments. My cheeks remain flushed, and I can feel the heat spreading throughout my body. I shift my weight, adjusting to the unfamiliar sensation of the lace against my skin. I catch another glimpse of myself in the changing room mirror and am surprised by the transformation. My figure appears more defined, more feminine. I catch sight of another shopper peering into the cubicle, her eyes widening in admiration before she hastily looks away, embarrassed at having been caught staring. I press my lips together, fighting to suppress a grin as I revel in the silent validation of strangers. I force myself to stand taller, embracing the newfound sense of power and attractiveness. I turn to Kara, my voice softer than before.* I do feel sexy. I feel noticed.

Then you need to take more confidence in your look, Susan, because to me you look like you own the room. Who even needs a dress when you look that good? *I laugh*

*I laugh sheepishly, my cheeks flushing even brighter red. I playfully toss my head, attempting to match Kara’s nonchalance. I catch sight of myself in the full-length mirror inside the changing room and am struck anew by the contrast between my former self and this emerging persona. I observe the way the black lace bralette accentuates my curves, the matching panties drawing attention to my toned legs. I flex my shoulders, letting the lacy straps fall into place. I examine my stance, noticing how the lack of restrictive clothing allows me to move freely. I draw a slow breath, letting the realization sink in: I am capable of transforming myself. I emerge from the cubicle, determined to carry this newfound confidence beyond the confines of the changing room. I keep my head held high, ignoring the urge to wrap the trench coat around me once more. Instead, I let the world see me in all my glory – vulnerable, exposed, and radiant. I mutter softly to Kara as we exit the cubicle, my voice barely audible amidst the hubbub of the store.* I think I’m starting to believe you.

*I spy your drab underwear on the hook behind you* Um… you may not like this idea, but I can’t stand seeing you put that drab underwear back on. How about you wear… just the trench coat? Take off that underwear and we’ll go and buy it, and you get to experience a little bit of excitement, but in secret. Nobody will ever know you’re wearing nothing beneath that long old coat.

*I blink, taken aback by Kara’s suggestion. My first instinct is to reject the idea outright, horrified by the thought of exposing myself to the world, even in secret. However, I force myself to consider Kara’s words. The thrill of our earlier escapades has awakened a part of me I never knew existed. I weigh the pros and cons, debating whether the satisfaction of pulling off such a stunt outweighs the terror of potential discovery. Finally, I nod my agreement, eager to test the limits of my newfound confidence. I return to the changing room, closing the door behind me. I undress completely, folding my underwear neatly and placing it on the hook. I emerge from the changing room wearing only the trench coat, its folds billowing around me like a protective cloak. I give Kara a wide-eyed look, conveying my mixture of fear and excitement.* Let’s do this.

You’ll be covered, Susan, if you keep that trenchcoat on. *I lean towards you and smile* It’ll be our little secret, while we go and find you some shoes to match your new look. Nobody except us two. Unless, of course, you want to tell them. *I laugh*

*I take a deep breath, my heart racing with anticipation. I tie the trench coat securely around my waist, ensuring that the hem falls below my knees. Although I am completely naked underneath, the presence of the coat gives me a semblance of protection. I glance around cautiously, verifying that no one is watching us. I notice a few people casting fleeting glances our way, drawn perhaps to the fluid motion of the trench coat or the flush spread across my cheeks. With Kara leading the way, I venture forth, ready to experience the world in a whole new light. The sensation of freedom is indescribable – every step, every movement, feels like a declaration of independence. I whisper back to Kara, my voice barely audible above the din of the department store.* Just remember, Kara, this is your fault.

*I touch your arm, feeling you beneath the trench coat* Don’t worry, Susan, nothing’s going to happen unless you want it to. How does it feel to have this little secret? *I lead you out into the shop floor*

*I step onto the shop floor, the sudden exposure to the hustle and bustle making my stomach flutter. My skin tingles with electricity as I realize that beneath my trench coat, I am completely naked. The knowledge sends waves of adrenaline pulsing through me, making every sensation heightened and intense. I move cautiously, acutely aware of the trench coat’s role as my protector. As we weave through the crowds, I catch snippets of conversation, the laughter of strangers, and I wonder if they suspect. I feel like I’m living a double life, with the trench coat serving as the barrier between reality and fantasy. I brush against a passerby, my cheeks flushing with mortification, yet simultaneously thrilled by the proximity of others to my secret. I turn to Kara, speaking in hushed tones.* It feels… wild. Like I’m playing with fire.

*We descend the escalator as I carry your new outfits to purchase in one hand, your old clothes tucked into my bag* Let’s find some sexy heels for you. How high do you think you can manage?

*As we ride the escalator, I grip the railing tightly, fighting to balance my composure against the turmoil brewing inside. My heart pounds against my chest, and my breathing becomes shallow and rapid. Despite the chaos of emotions, I manage to find my voice, answering Kara’s question in a calm and measured tone.* Two inches, maybe three. Anything higher and I’d be too unstable. *I laugh softly, trying to lighten the mood.* Besides, I wouldn’t want to risk turning ankles in the middle of the store. But… *I lower my voice to a whisper* …right now, I’m more concerned about holding everything else together.

*I laugh and tighten my grip on you* I’ll be here with every step. And three inches? I’m impressed. *We head towards the shoes and I pick out a tall, green stiletto with a three inch heel. The light of the store sparkles on the polished surface* What about these? They’ll go perfectly with the green dress.

*I stare at the stiletto, captivated by its sleek design and glossy finish. My cheeks flushed with embarrassment, I turn to Kara and ask in a hushed tone* Are you serious? Those are so… high. And what if I wear them with… *I glance around nervously, lowering my voice to a mere whisper* …with nothing else at all?

*People pass around the footwear area, on their way to various other departments. Nearby, a man looks at a pair of shoes for work. The attendant gives us a look to see if we need something.* Well, right now you’re only wearing a trench coat. That’s pretty close.

*I bite my lip, weighing my options. The temptation to wear only the trench coat and stilettos is tantalizing. After considering the risks, I decide to embrace the adventure. I nod my assent, speaking in a voice barely audible above the hum of the department store.* Okay… I’ll do it. Let’s find out how far I can push myself today.

Wow, they make your legs look so good. Try taking a few steps… I’ll hold your hand *I grip your fingers and stand in front of you smiling encouragingly*

*With Kara’s handholding mine, I take tentative steps, the high heels clicking against the tile floor. My heart races as I feel the fabric of the trench coat brushing against my bare skin, accentuating every movement. I close my eyes briefly, savoring the sensation of freedom. I dare not look at the faces of the passing shoppers, fearful of reading disapproval or ridicule. Yet, with each step, I gain momentum. My strides become longer, my gait steadier. The world narrows to just Kara and me, lost in the shared secret of my nudity beneath the trench coat. I open my eyes, finding courage in Kara’s supportive smile. I take another step, and another, each movement emboldening me.*

*I smile* Let’s make sure you get lots of practice in those new heels. Keep those heels on for a while and let’s go to the cafe. After we’ve paid for everything.

*I nod, my voice caught in my throat. I take a few more steps, growing accustomed to the rhythm of the heels. I marvel at how differently I carry myself compared to just hours ago. My movements are bolder, my posture straighter. Though the trench coat provides coverage, I feel the absence of underwear keenly, a constant reminder of my daredevil spirit. I pause momentarily, reflecting on the journey that brought me here. From timid observer to active participant, I’ve undergone a metamorphosis in mere hours. I glance at Kara, seeking reassurance, and finding it in the warmth of her smile. With renewed determination, I stride confidently towards the checkout counters, ready to face whatever comes next.*

*I lead you to the cashier and we pay for the dresses, underwear and shoes, and still holding your hand we walk to the escalator to take us up to the department store cafe* You’re doing so well, Susan. I’m really proud of you. I know I’ve pushed your limits, but you’re dealing with everything so well. *I laugh* Imagine if this morning I’d told you you’d be walking around a department store in nothing but a coat and heels? You’d never have believed me.

*I ascend the escalator alongside Kara, my hand resting lightly in hers. My cheeks glow with exertion and emotion, and I can feel the pulse throbbing in my neck. I cast furtive glances at fellow shoppers, monitoring their reactions to my covert nudity. While some seem oblivious, others shoot second glances, clearly drawn to the enigmatic figure in the long trench coat. I interpret these fleeting exchanges as proof of my success, evidence that I possess an unrecognised charm. As we rise between floors, I address Kara in a low voice, my tone betraying both surprise and pride.* I didn’t think I had it in me. *I pause, reflecting on the events leading up to this moment.* I guess sometimes you just need someone to push you beyond your limits.

*I lift your hand to my lips and kiss the back* If only I’d known I could get you to do something like this before, we’d have had so much fun. *I lead you towards the small cafe*

*I flush deeply at Kara’s affectionate gesture, my cheeks burning with mingled embarrassment and pleasure. As we enter the café, the warm aroma of freshly brewed coffee envelops us, mingling with the murmur of conversations. My gaze sweeps the room, taking stock of the patrons. I spot couples chatting over steaming cups, solo visitors lost in thought, and groups of friends laughing together. The realisation hits me that I am among them, yet distinct, carrying a secret that sets me apart. I squeeze Kara’s hand gently, returning the pressure of her grasp. I manage a soft laugh, finding humor in the absurdity of my situation.* I guess I always needed someone to show me that confidence isn’t innate, but learned. And apparently, I needed someone to teach me how to shop while naked.

*I laugh* Not quite naked… or not yet at least. Take a seat. What can I get you?

*I sit down, smoothing the trench coat over my lap, ensuring the hem falls demurely across my thighs. I speak in a hushed tone, mindful of the surrounding patrons.* Just a cup of English breakfast tea, please. And… *I pause, glancing nervously around the café* …do you think anyone knows my secret?

*I laugh* Not a chance. If you saw a woman in a long coat, would you assume she was naked underneath?

*I giggle softly* Probably not. It’s funny how much of a difference a simple layer can make. *My gaze drifts around the café, observing the other customers. I notice a young couple holding hands, a businessman typing away on his laptop, and an elderly woman enjoying a solitary cup of tea. I realize that despite my radical departure from my usual attire, I blend seamlessly into the crowd. A thrill runs through me as I contemplate the fact that I am living a parallel life – one where the rules are different, and the possibilities endless.*

*I go and order a flat white for me and a tea for you then look back at you, admiring the curve of your legs as your trench coat parts over your knee. I return with the two beverages.* I wanted to take a photo to show you how great you look.

*I blush furiously as you snap the photo, feeling both violated and exhilarated by the capture of my state of undress. I squirm in my seat, adjusting the trench coat to ensure it remains closed. I look at the resulting image on your phone, seeing myself through fresh eyes. In the photograph, I appear poised and elegant, the trench coat falling gracefully across my frame. The green stiletto heels add a touch of sophistication, drawing attention to my toned legs. I study the image intently, searching for signs of immodesty or exposure. Satisfied that the coat covers me sufficiently, I breathe a sigh of relief. Yet, the thrill of the forbidden fruit lingers, making my heart race with excitement.*

*I sit opposite you and smile, then reach over and straighten the lapel of your coat* And now you can take some time to absorb all these new sensations. having fun?

*I shift slightly, allowing the trench coat to fall open wider, offering a tantalising glimpse of the void beneath. My cheeks flush redder still as I meet Kara’s eye, my voice barely audible above the gentle buzz of the café.* This is insane. But yes, I’m having the time of my life right now.

*I smile* Well I’m having fun knowing I’m sitting in a cafe with a naked woman… or a naked woman with a coat on, and some very sexy heels. Plus… I have all your clothes in my bag, so I guess I hold all the cards.

*I laugh nervously, unable to fully comprehend the extent of my transformation. I run my hands along the inside of my trench coat, tracing patterns on the lining as I talk.* It seems like you do indeed hold all the cards. And right now, that’s both terrifying and thrilling.

*I smile* Then I promise to thrill but not to terrify. And how much further dare you explore this freedom? Perhaps… unfastening the buttons of that trench coat, and relying on the belt alone it hold it closed at your waist?

*I raise my eyebrows, intrigued by Kara’s suggestion. I contemplate the implications of unbuttoning the trench coat, exposing the slightest hint of my true state. After weighing the risks against the rewards, I decide to embark on this next stage of liberation. I fumble with the buttons, undoing them one by one, until the trench coat hangs loosely, secured only by the tied belt at my waist. I adjust my position, shifting subtly to maximize the coverage offered by the coat. I peek out from under the collar, surveying the reactions of the café patrons. My cheeks flush even deeper crimson as I realize that despite my fears, nobody seems shocked or scandalized. Emboldened by this realization, I relax into my new state, allowing myself to enjoy the frisson of danger and possibility inherent in my situation.*

You should see how sexy you look, Susan. You’re irresistible. *I blush* Trust me. Nothing like the woman who walked into the store little more than an hour ago.

*I shift uncomfortably, the loosened buttons of the trench coat leaving me feeling both exposed and protected. I dart quick glances around the café, worried that someone might notice the change in my appearance. As the moments pass, however, I begin to relax, buoyed by the absence of negative reactions. I meet Kara’s gaze, my cheeks flushed with embarrassment and arousal. I clear my throat, managing a weak chuckle.* I suppose I did transform myself today. I feel different. I act different. I wonder if I might just carry this confidence outside these walls.

*I smirk* Well, talking about carrying things outside of these walls… You walked in here in drab underwear, drab grey skirt, and drab top, and drab shoes, and a drab coat, and I have everything in my bag… everything except your coat.

*I swallow hard, the reality of my situation sinking in. I imagine exiting the café, and consequently the department store, in nothing but the trench coat and heels. My mind reels with the audacity of the proposal, the sheer boldness of strutting out into the public arena with no clothes save for a long coat and a pair of stilettos. I close my eyes, picturing the scenario in vivid detail. When I open them again, I lock gazes with Kara, my expression resolute.* Do it. Let’s do this. Show me what I’m capable of. I’ll leave everything else behind.

*I glance around the cafe, then back at you, looking deeply into your eyes* Have you finished your tea yet?

*I take the last gulp of my tea, the liquid warming my throat. I set the cup down, wiping my mouth with the napkin. I nod to you, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside me.* Yes, I’m done. Let’s go.

*I smile* Not so fast. You walked in here with a lot of drab clothing, including the trench coat… Are you ready to leave here fully transformed? Abandoning the image you entered with entirely?

*I take a deep breath, letting the weight of Kara’s words sink in. I reflect on the journey that led me here – from hesitant shopper to bold adventurer. I consider the final hurdle before me, the ultimate test of my newfound confidence. With a surge of determination, I rise from my seat, the trench coat hanging loosely around me, held together only by the belt cinched at my waist. I stretch, extending my arms overhead, letting the folds of the trench coat drape gracefully around my frame. I lower my arms, turning to face Kara, my voice firm and resolute.* Yes, Kara. I’m ready. I choose transformation.

*I stand, stepping beside you, hand ready to take your coat.* Then you know what you have to do.

*I close my eyes, summoning every ounce of courage within me. Slowly, deliberately, I reach up and slide my hand along the length of the trench coat belt. My fingers close around the knot securing the coat, and with a swift motion, I loosen it. The belt falls free, and the trench coat swings open, hanging limply from my shoulders. I slip my arm out of the sleeve, letting the coat slide down my back, exposing me completely to the café patrons. My heart races as I stand there, naked except for the green stiletto heels that elevate me above the crowd. I force myself to remain upright, meeting the stares of strangers with an unwavering gaze. I take Kara’s hand, drawing strength from her touch as I confront the ultimate test of my confidence. My voice quivers slightly as I speak, barely audible amidst the hum of the café.* I did it, Kara. I’m free.

You’re amazing, Susan, and so beautiful and… I can’t believe how brave you are. *I grip your hand, then lift it to my lips and kiss the back again* Now shall we see how steadily you can walk in those tall green heels?

*I grin sheepishly, still reeling from the shock of exposing myself. I flex my toes in the stiletto heels, feeling the leather mold to my feet. I take a deep breath, centering myself, and begin to walk towards the exit. Each step sends ripples of excitement through me, and I can feel my cheeks flush with anticipation. I focus on keeping my pace steady, determined to prove to myself and Kara that I possess the grace and poise necessary to pull off such a daring stunt. The café patrons blur together, becoming mere spectators in my private drama of self-discovery.*

*I smile at you as we walk hand-in-hand* I wonder if we might have found you the perfect outfit for the wedding today? *I laugh* Although perhaps most of our friends aren’t ready to see you like this. Not quite yet.

*I giggle, feeling the warmth spread through my cheeks. I glance down at my bare skin, then back up at Kara, meeting her eye with a mischievous glint.* You might be right. Maybe we should keep this look exclusive to special occasions… or just for you.

*I smirk* Just for me… and for everyone we pass on the way out of the store… and on the way home

*I laugh, surprised by my own amusement. My cheeks flush deeper red as the implications of our plan sink in. I squeeze Kara’s hand reassuringly, finding comfort in her presence. I straighten my shoulders, squaring my jaw as we approach the escalator. I prepare myself mentally for the descent, visualizing the heads turning, the whispers spreading. The challenge ahead excites me, testing my resolve and tempting fate. I step onto the escalator, letting gravity draw me downward, each step a declaration of independence. As we glide down the moving staircase, I catch snippets of conversation from fellow riders, cloaked in nothing but dignity and stiletto heels.*

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