It’s a warm Saturday in the middle of summer as I walk down the busy city center. Free from work for a day, I’ve set my eyes on an afternoon of shopping and enjoying the nice weather.
The shopping street is busy this time of day, couples and families coming out to see the sun, men in shorts and women in cute summer dresses for the first really warm day of the year.
As I walk down the street, I notice people watching me, heads turning. I’m used to the occasional man’s eyes following me as I pass by, it’s flattering mostly, if they don’t stare. Today there seem to be more than normal however, men, but women too, and children laughing.
Something feels wrong and as I check myself I quickly realize I’m not wearing any trousers, no summer dress or short shorts, just a t-shirt and underneath some lacy panties and uncovered legs all the way down to my bare feet. I’m not even wearing shoes, as if I’d just rolled out of bed and forgot to get dressed before coming into town.
I feel the heat rising in my cheeks as I continue walking, not sure what else to do. For a moment I pretend like nothing’s wrong, as if I intended to come outside in my underwear, with my buttocks exposed and just a bit of lace covering the most private parts of my body.
Then I notice a chalk-board positioned outside a store, boasting some sale. I try to hide behind it even though it’s too small, it hides my legs, but as I turn my back to the people in the street – pretending to browse the shop window – my mostly bare bottom is still exposed.
With all the gawking eyes now invisible behind me, I manage to catch my breath and calm my nerves. I try to remember how I got here, how I could’ve ended up in a situation like this. It just didn’t make any sense, until the revelation comes to me that this must be a dream.
It’s not the first time that I’ve dreamt of being naked or exposed in public. It’s one that comes to me quite often. I’ve read that many people have dreams like this. They’re often a sign of vulnerability, insecurity, or fear of being judged and exposed. For me there is a bit more to it however, these dreams often come with a sense of excitement as well, a feeling of naughty, secret arousal that comes with being so exposed.
Lately, I’ve become quite aware of my dreams, even without waking up. Now that I know that I’m dreaming, it gives me a modicum of control over the dream, allowing me to experience this absurd scenario with some confidence that it isn’t real, and even enjoy it a little.
I no longer huddle behind the sign trying to hide, but stand up straight, allowing the imaginary people behind me to see my exposed backside, enjoying the tingling excitement that it brings.
Meanwhile I try to come up with a solution for my problem. I might be aware of my dream, but that doesn’t mean I have full control over it. I can’t decide to just go flying for example, or even just magically find some trousers to wear, I’m still subject to the scenario of my subconscious. I might get some secret enjoyment out of my own embarrassment, but I still need to find something to cover myself.
Suddenly, I realize the solution has been staring me in the face this whole time. The shop window I’m at is that of a clothes store, I can just go inside and buy myself some trousers.
I reemerge from my hiding spot, feeling even more exposed as I stroll towards the entrance, making sure not to rush and draw more attention to myself, still pretending like nothing’s wrong despite the fiery red blush I can feel on my face.
Inside, right behind the entrance is a security guard, looking me up and down as I have to pass right by him. The butterflies in my stomach start doing somersaults as I can feel the handsome man in uniform’s eyes following me into the store.
The solution to my problem is now within hands reach, trousers of different shapes and sizes, different colors, or perhaps some shorts, or a dress… There are so many options, I can’t just pick anything, can I?
Inside the store it isn’t as busy as outside, so I allow myself to look around for a bit, enjoy my secret arousal for a bit longer before I give in to my urge to get dressed, my belief that none of this is real fighting with my subconscious’ insistence on covering myself.
I finally settle on some faded jeans shorts, simple, cute, and still a bit promiscuous, keeping my legs uncovered to keep some of that naughty feeling alive.
I try them on inside the changing room, its simple curtain finally offering the privacy I’ve been craving. I’m facing a dilemma however. Once I’ve got them on, I don’t want to pull them off again, to subject myself to the embarrassment of walking through the store in my underwear, and worse, to interact with another person as I’ll have to hand over the shorts to the store clerk and pay for them before I can return here to the safety of this room and pull them back on.
Then I realise I can’t even pay for them. All I have on me are those panties and a simple t-shirt. I’m not carrying my purse. I hadn’t noticed this before and can only imagine it’s my subconscious thwarting my plans, prolonging my suffering by coming up with this new hurdle to overcome.
This is just a dream however, and in a dream I’m able to do things I’d normally never dare to do in real life. Like shoplifting for example. With butterflies in my stomach, this time caused by the naughty experience of such an illegal act, I reappear from behind the curtain.
Nervous and excited I make my way to the exit. The security guard is still there and the tension rises. I pass him by and then suddenly the alarm goes off.
“Wait, stop right there!” he calls.
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