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The Crysta and Donna stories are copyright 2002 by Richard Hertz. Each story may be copied and reposted in its entirety including this notice, but may not be excerpted or copied in part.

It's another Monday morning, heralded by the piercing whine of Crysta's alarm clock. "Answer that, will you please Donna?" mumbled Crysta.
"Wake up, sleepyhead. Its your alarm clock, not the phone." Donna bounded out of bed, and whipped Crysta's covers off, leaving her naked on top of her bed.
"Leave me alone, Donna," Crysta said as she curled into the fetal position.
"Sorry, Crysta. We've both got an early class today. We've gotta get going." Crysta didn't move. Donna gave her a few seconds, during which she admired her roommate's huge breasts, then said, "In a minute I'm going to open the door and call for the boys to bring their Polaroids."
Crysta knew Donna wasn't kidding. She had just done that. Was it last week? No, it was the week before. The pictures were on the bulletin board for a whole week before the residence counselor finally took them down. "OK, I'm up, Donna. No need to call the boys in here."
"I feel sexy this morning," Donna said brightly. "I'm going to wear my Dare to Be Bare dress." She said the words "Dare to Be Bare" in a stage whisper for emphasis. She pulled a dress off a hanger, and held it up.
"What's the big deal about the Dare to Be Bare dress?" asked Crysta, using her "dopey voice" to mock Donna's stage whisper.
"The big deal is," Donna replied, ignoring her roommate's derogatory tone, "that no one will know whether I'm wearing a thong under it. Haven't you seen the magazine ads, Crysta?" Crysta shook her sleepy head. Donna continued, "The ads show two girls, both wearing Dare to Be Bare dresses. One is wearing a thong underneath the dress, and the other is bare- bottom. You can see both girls' cheeks, but you can't see a thong on either one. You're supposed to guess which is which. Then you turn the page, and both girls are holding up their dresses high enough to show one is wearing a thong, and the other isn't. There's more text on the second page that says stuff like you can wear the Dare to Be Bare dresses with or without underwear, because they cling to you and just barely cover you, no one will know unless you let them find out, stuff like that. It's turned into a mystique, not so much for boys to see girls' private parts, but to guess what they're wearing under their dresses. The important thing", Donna continued, "is not to bend over, even if you're wearing the thong, because you never want to let people know you're wearing anything under the dress. It's important to keep them guessing."
Crysta didn't say anything. Donna looked at her, and saw that she had fallen back to sleep, which made Donna mad. Donna first opened the door to their dorm room, then picked up the glass of water from beside Crysta's bed, and poured it on her. Crysta jumped out of bed and screamed. Donna pushed her out the open door and locked it behind her. There Crysta stood, in the hallway, completely naked. She looked over each shoulder, and was thankful the hallway was deserted. Crysta quietly knocked, and begged in a low voice to be let in. Donna let her stay outside for a few seconds, then opened the door. Crysta smiled, and said with pretend sweetness, "Good morning, Donna," as if nothing had happened. Then she walked around Donna. Donna turned so she could face Crysta, because she was afraid Crysta was up to some revenge for locking her out. Crysta said, "Stand still. I want to look at your dress." Donna stood still, and Crysta crouched as she continued examining Donna from all sides, now lightly touching Donna's legs and cheeks, raising goose bumps to mark the position of the bottom of her dress. "This is a great dress," Crysta said. "It's sheer at the bottom, so I get the impression I can see through it, but when I try to see anything in particular, like your pussy that is, I can't make it out."
Donna moved her legs apart, and looked over her shoulder. She asked, "So you can't tell whether I'm wearing a thong?"
"I would guess not. Am I right?" Before Donna could answer, Crysta lifted the front of Donna's dress to look for herself. She not only saw she was right, but also that Donna was getting excited. She touched the slippery space between Donna's lips, and laughed as Donna shivered with excitement.
"Well, you guessed right. But you can't tell for sure, and that's the idea of this dress. It's mostly opaque, but fades to sheer at the very bottom, giving no distinct line at the hem. It's more sheer in the back than the front, showing some of my crack, and giving the impression that it should be easy to see my front, too, but it's just out of view."
"I'm glad to see you're finally going bottomless," said Crysta.
"I didn't say that."
"Oh." Crysta was disappointed.
"I'm sorry, Crysta. I know how much you want me to go bottomless in public, and I really wish I could, but I can't."
"It's not for me, Donna. You're the one who told me you need to build up the courage to go bottomless, and I want to help you do it."
"I just can't go bottomless in public. I wish I could, the way you do, but I just can't do it. I keep thinking, what if someone sees me? They would keep staring at me, or worse, they would tell other people, and then everyone would be looking at me. I would be mortified."
"I used to think that way, Donna, but now I know the truth: People see things, and they look away and pretend they didn't see anything. Now that I know this, it makes me bolder." Seeing the doubt on Donna's face, Crysta continued, "I'll prove it today in class -- I'll flash the boy who sits in front of me, and he'll pretend he didn't see anything."
"Flashing a boy in math class is one thing -- you're still in control. But what if you suddenly find yourself naked and you can't cover up. That would be humiliating. I can't imagine what I'd do in that situation. I would die."
"That's happened to me, and I didn't die. Do you know the sheer dress I have?" Crysta asked.
"Yes, you always wear something under it."
"Not always."
"Really!?" Donna couldn't believe even Crysta the exhibitionist would wear the sheer dress without something under it -- a slip, panties, or even a thong -- The dress was practically transparent.
"When I tried it on at the store, I knew you could see through it a bit, but I really didn't know how sheer it was. I put it on one morning, and wore it to class."
"Didn't you look at yourself in the mirror?"
"I guess so, but I didn't notice anything. I must have been in a hurry."
"What did you have on under the dress?"
"Nothing."
"No bra? no panties?"
"Nothing. I knew the dress was thin, and I didn't want any panty lines."
"When did you realize your mistake?"
"When I was at the cafeteria having lunch. I looked down and noticed a spot on my dress. I thought I had spilled something, and tried to wipe it up, but it didn't move with the dress. Then I realized it was the beauty mark."
"The one right by your--"
"That's the one! I moved my dress back and forth, and looked down. I could see everything, and it wasn't even that bright in there. How bad is this, I wondered. I was in a panic. How could I have been so dumb? I looked around. No one was looking at me. I hoped it wasn't as bad as all that. I thought, act casual. I got up for another glass of soda. As I walked, I glanced down at myself. I could see my breasts bouncing up and down as I walked, nipples and all. I could see my belly button through the dress, and my -- I could see everything. I was completely stark naked!I straightened up. Still no one paying unusual attention to me. I got my soda, and then turned around suddenly to see if I could catch anyone staring at me. Some people were looking at me, but I couldn't catch their eye. They looked away when I looked at them. Did they see me? They had to, but they didn't act any differently toward me, so I sat down again, and everything seemed normal. My heart was beating fast. I was afraid I would be arrested for indecency or something. But nothing happened. Everything was fine."
"Did you go home and change right away?" Donna asked, fascinated by the story.
"The funny thing is after I calmed down I started to realize that no one was going to stop me. It was like the story about the emperor's new clothes, do you know the one?" Donna nodded. "I thought back. Had people treated me differently that morning? I had received some admiring glances that morning, but I get a lot of those." Crysta knew she was beautiful. "The campus bus had been crowded, so I was standing, and a guy gave me his seat."
"That was unusual." Donna smiled.
"Yes, but I didn't think anything of it at the time. Thinking back on it, maybe he was embarrassed for me, and expected me to sit down and cover up somehow."
"Did you go home and change?" Donna repeated.
"Well, I couldn't change right away. I was late for my next class. Besides, I became bolder when I realized people would pretend I was fully dressed to save them the embarrassment of acknowledging my nudity. Then something else happened."
"What happened?!" Donna couldn't imagine.
"The thought that I was embarrassing the people who saw me naked got me excited. The more I caught people looking at me, the more excited I got. My pussy opened up like a wet flower. I enjoyed it so much I didn't change all day. In fact, I went back to the dining hall for dinner with some of the kids who were on my floor last year."
"Did any of them say anything?"
"Not a one."
"That's an amazing story. So you got over your fear of nudity."
"Not completely. Although it was exciting once I realized no one would stop me or even say anything, I've never done it on purpose."
"Yes you do, you hardly ever wear panties. I bet people see things."
"It's different. I can always cover up. I'm in control. You'll see when I flash the kid in front of me in class this morning." Crysta picked out a low-cut clingy black mini-dress with thin straps, and put it on, with nothing under it, as usual.
"I can't wait to see that," Donna said as the two girls set out across campus to their class.
"Why do they have to have math classes in the most uncomfortable room in the whole campus?" Crysta wondered aloud as she took her seat next to Donna in the third row. About 200 seats were jam packed into a lecture hall that was steeply sloping so the feet of the people sitting in one row are at head-level of the people in front of them. "The seats are so low I feel like I'm squatting." Crysta winked at Donna and said, loud enough for the nearby boys to hear, "I should have worn panties." The boy in the seat in front of Crysta turned around to see what Crysta was wearing. Crysta expected this, and was ready, with her legs apart. The boy saw Crysta was telling the truth, blushed, and whipped his head around to face front again, just as the professor came into the room. Crysta snapped her legs shut and winked at Donna one more time.
"Today's lesson is on partial derivatives," began the professor. Undaunted by a chorus of groans, he continued, "Will you please open your books, and turn to page 84." When he looked up, his eyes focused directly between Donna's legs. Donna felt his gaze rest on her crotch as if it were a solid, tangible thing. There was no mistaking it, she thought. My thong has saved me once again from embarrassment. She was glad it was there. Unable to tear his eyes away from Donna's legs, he forgot about partial derivatives, and said, "I'm afraid I will need to institute a dress code in this class." He went on, "too many of you girls are wearing dresses that are too short. Frankly, I find it distracting."
The professor's eyes were burning a hole in Donna's crotch, so Donna put her hands between her legs. She thought, a dress code? I haven't had to worry about a dress code since High School. What will this be, no dresses shorter than knee length? No cleavage? No belly buttons?
The professor continued, "So from now on, no girls will be allowed to wear panties in this class. Are there any questions?"
Donna couldn't believe her ears. Surely he meant, no visible panties, like the thong he's still trying to get a look at. She looked at Crysta, who was just as shocked by the professor's new dress code.
"Yes, I have a question." It was Crysta.
"Stand up." said the professor.
Crysta stood, and seemed a bit more nervous, now that all eyes were on her. "Um..." She was trying to think how to ask the question. "If the problem is that our dresses are too short, then how does it help to ban panties?" A murmur from the students indicated this question was on many of their minds.
"Excellent question. I expect the result of this new dress code to be that you will want to wear longer dresses. You see, if you aren't allowed to wear panties, then you can't wear short dresses and depend on your panties to protect you. You will need to wear longer dresses and skirts to be decent." There was a stunned silence as everyone in the class considered this unusual dress code. "If there are no more questions..." began the professor, as he picked up his textbook again.
Donna raised her hand. "Can I wear shorts under my dress instead of panties?"
"No. Nothing that takes the place of panties. I don't want any arguments over the meaning of 'panties'. Nothing under your dress, is that clear?"
Crysta was about to ask another question. She wanted to know if she could wear shorts instead of a skirt, but before she could raise her hand, the professor dismissed the class. The girls talked about the dress code, and decided shorts would be a bad idea. They might be the same as panties to the professor. Since he didn't want any arguments over whether an article of clothing was "shorts" or "panties", he might well have a similar feeling of the question of whether a shirt was a minidress. The girls figured they'd better play it safe and just wear nothing at all that had a stitch of cloth that went between their legs.
The next morning, Donna was worried about the new dress code. "My whole style consists of short dresses, peasant shirts, and blue jeans. I only have one skirt that isn't a micro-mini. That'll do me for today, but what about tomorrow?"
"Wear the skirt. Worry about the next day then," Crysta said as she put on her sheer dress.
Donna admired Crysta's body through the dress. "You forgot to put your slip on under that dress," Donna said.
"No I didn't." Crysta looked ravishingly clean-shaven. "I want the professor to see I'm following his dress code by the letter, but not the spirit."
"What do you mean, 'not the spirit'?"
"I mean I won't wear any panties, but I'll still wear sexy dresses. He won't get me to stop doing that."
When they got to math class, most of the girls were wearing longer dresses and skirts, presumably with nothing underneath. But some didn't get the message, or misunderstood it, and wore jeans or shorts. The professor asked a girl wearing shorts and a pink fuzzy sweater to stand up. He asked, "What's your name?"
"Susan," she replied, meekly.
"Are you wearing panties?"
"No, sir" Susan replied.
"It looks to me that you are" he said.
"No, these are shorts," she said, as defiantly as she could.
"Didn't you hear me yesterday? Shorts and panties are the same thing! Take them off and give them to me," he ordered. She stood still a long time, not knowing what to do. Everyone waited to see what would happen. "Give me your shorts now, and I will let you stay in my class."
Susan thought about this. Her sweater didn't even cover her belly button. She would have to sit, bottomless, with everyone looking at her, for the rest of the class. But the alternative was worse. If she left, she would get an "F" for the day, and might even fail the class. Her hesitation, she soon discovered, was a big mistake.
"Since you did not obey the dress code, and you did not obey my direct order, you will now take off all your clothes, finish today's class naked, and leave here naked." Gasps of shock arose from the students. Susan stood still, the color draining from her face. "Then tomorrow," the professor continued, "you will arrive naked, and I will return your clothes to you, and then you can put them on. Your punishment is to complete your normal class schedule today naked, sleep naked, wake up, and return here naked. Is that clear?"
She pleaded, "Please don't make me do that. Look, I'll take off my shorts." And she unzipped them, and let them fall to her ankles. "See? No panties." Her pubic hair was thick and dark, and covered her lips completely. She hiked up her sweater to make sure it wasn't blocking the professor's view (almost revealing her tits) and said again, "See?" After a moment in which no one moved, she continued, "Please don't punish me. I'll stick to the dress code tomorrow, OK? Please?"
"It's too late. If you don't give me your clothes within one minute, I'll fail you for the semester."
She picked up her shorts, and brought them to the professor. She unzipped her sweater, and let her breasts fall out of it. She handed her sweater to the professor, but it was too late. "Susan, your hesitation has earned you an additional punishment, which is designed to teach you a lesson. I see from the way you're covering your hairy pussy that you don't really want the class to see it. First, take your hands away from your pussy." She did as she was told. "Now, spread your legs apart, so people can see you better through all that hair." Again, she did as she was told. "Now, dip the eraser of this pencil in Vaseline, and get it good and greasy." Looking very uneasy, she did as she was told. She was getting wet, too, and this was embarrassing her more. "Now, face away from the class, and bend over. Put your hands on the floor, and spread your legs apart as wide as they will go." She assumed the position. Her breasts hung straight down from her chest, and swung from side to side as she inched her legs apart in full view of the class. The professor plunged the pencil pretty far into her asshole, making her squeal "Oooh!" He said, "Now, turn around and face the class, and write this message on the floor: 'I will not violate the dress code again'." She stared at him. "Go ahead!" he said, gesturing for her to spread her legs apart and put her hands behind her. Finally, she realized he wasn't kidding. She squatted with her legs apart, and the point of the pencil still sticking out of her ass. She put her hands behind her, and started moving the pencil across the floor. She concentrated so much on moving the point of the pencil on the floor that she didn't even notice that her twat was about as much on display as a twat can be -- her lips were wide open for all to see.
When she was finished, the professor said, "Susan, I'll keep your clothes until tomorrow. In the mean time, no one may lend you any clothes," the professor warned. "You must endure your punishment, and hopefully you will learn your lesson. No hiding, either. You must do your normal routine. I don't want to find out tomorrow that you skipped any classes or social events because of this." Susan walked back to her seat, with the pencil still in her butt, and waited there, unable to sit.
The class was stunned by the punishment. All the students, especially Susan, breathed a sigh of relief when the professor dismissed the class. Susan left the class with the pencil still stuck in her asshole, but as soon as she was clear of the professor's gaze, she pulled it out, and dropped it in the nearest trash can.
"Let's go shopping, Crysta," said Donna, who had become quite moist during Susan's punishment, and at the sight of Susan's beautiful body wiggling out of the class. "I need some nice long dresses." The girls went to the mall. As the girls shopped, a lot of people turned their heads because Crysta was still wearing her transparent dress. "I'm starting to get used to this," Crysta said.