Her True Self - Sex Stories

Her True Self

... happen. They wanted her to burn everything. To come out of the room nude as the day she was born. In front of Thomas, and Maggie, and whoever else happened to be in the hallway at the time. There was no way she could do it.

"I'm supposed to tell you that you can take as long as you like. Everyone's journey to self-discovery is unique, and no one can prescribe a time limit. But you do know that your friend is waiting as well, so just keep that in mind."

And with that, Thomas left the room, shutting the door behind him.

Amy was alone with her thoughts. And a fire that was meant to burn up nearly everything she'd brought with her. She'd keep her purse, of course, and her glasses. But definitely not her modesty.

Then, with a panic, she thought about how she was going to go home after this. If she burned all her clothes, then she'd have no clothes to wear out of the church, and she couldn't just go out in public completely naked. Maybe in front of Thomas and Maggie, for the ceremony, but not for the entire world to see.

Amy realized she was actually seriously considering doing this. She had just imagined a real future where she was naked in front of Thomas and Maggie, and that seemed fine. It was in comparison to an even worse dystopian nightmare, of course, but in that one instant it had seemed manageable.

She thought back to the previous night and everything that had happened. Maggie had had a good time, and she'd been naked in front of a whole group of ...

... people. Amy had had a miserable time, and she was a stick in the mud. She knew it, but she just didn't know how to be any different. Maybe Hannah was right. Maybe it was time for a change.

Could True Selves be a catalyst for Amy to actually discover something real and new about herself? She had never been one for religion, but this wasn't a religion like other ones that worshiped some deity. This was, despite the outlandish first impression, a practical set of beliefs.

What did she have to lose?

First things first, she could get naked. She was alone, after all. It was no different than getting changed in a friend's bathroom. Amy pulled her shirt off, slowly, and carefully. But she placed it on the floor, not in the brazier. Then she removed her shoes and set them aside. She wouldn't be burning those either way. Her pants were next, and she folded them nicely and placed them on top of her shirt.

Only her bra and panties were left. Amy took a deep breath. Her bra dropped to the floor. She looked down at her breasts, at the pointy pink nipples. So far, she'd been the only person ever to see them. She'd even avoided changing in front of Hannah, her best friend, although she'd seen Hannah nude a few times. She'd always thought Hannah was too open when she'd changed in front of her. What would Hannah think now?

Probably, Hannah would think, "Good for you. You go, girl!"

That thought made Amy smile, and with that, she slipped down her panties and dropped them to the ...