Oh dear, Susan thought to herself, bad Susan. No Susan. And then she started chuckling. Because if no-one could see them… why wear them at all?

“Are you having fun in there? Dare I ask?…” Marian’s voice came from outside.

“Just buttoning up!” Susan lied, standing still naked. Quickly, before she could change her mind, she picked up her old knickers and bra and shoved them into the flip-top bin in the corner of the changing room. She looked herself in the eye in the mirror. “You’re really doing this,” she whispered, and picked up the coat, put her arms in the sleeves, and carefully buttoned up all but the top two and the bottom two buttons. With the belt tied it was secure, and she looked down at her old shoes. Not long for you now, she thought as she slipped them on, wishing she could take Marian’s stilettos instead.

Susan examined herself briefly in the mirror. Nothing appeared different from the way she had looked when she came in. She could just as well be wearing underwear, a low-cut top and a short skirt… She could be, but she wasn’t.

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Of course they didn’t know. A flash of leg or a hint of cleavage might get a passing admiring look, but she wasn’t showing any more skin than many of the other women, and certainly not as much as she had shown an hour ago in the lingerie shop, despite her nakedness beneath the coat.

She looked in the mirror again. Of course they weren’t looking at her, because she was still beige. Her coat was beige, and next to it her skin looked beige. The bright red lipstick, the ruby red shoes and the dark eyeliner had too much to fight against, and they were defeated by the dull coat. If you looked closely you might be able to see a young, sexy woman inside, but you had to decide to look closely in the first place.

That was the solution: the coat had to go. But she didn’t want to buy a new coat, not on a warm day in May. Her mind span again and the world started to feel like a dream. Am I thinking what I think I’m thinking? she asked herself. She was.

Susan was a hundred of miles from home and no-one in the town even knew her name. The old Susan had come out of the hotel this morning, but it was going to be the new Susan that went back this evening. The new Susan, with all traces of the old discarded.

She put down her bag containing her new skirt, her new top, her new bra and black lace shorts. She stood looking at the mirror, took her car keys out of her purse and put them both down on the seat next to her. She stared again at the mirror.

“I dare you,” the reflection mouthed.

“I accept,” she mouthed back at it.

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Soon, though, the bikini wasn’t far enough and, once I was on the open road I’d find a quiet spot, pull over and throw the top and bottom on the passenger seat and continue the journey nude. It was reassuring to have the bikini there, just in case, and I’d drive around the quietest roads, taking in the scenery and letting the sun soak into me and the air wash over me. On the way back I’d stop and get dressed again before finishing the last part of my drive home.

There was the time when I went to overtake a truck, and then realised that from the driver would be looking right down on me as I went past. I put my foot to the floor and I think I was reaching a hundred miles an hour as I passed him, so I’m not sure how much detail he could have made out. I told myself I was an idiot, and then realised that I had loved the feeling of danger.

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