Dress Code


by Modren

Tags: #clothing #college #exhibitionism #pov:bottom #sub:female #unaware #public_nudity #Reality_Alteration

The following story contains consensual and non-consensual hypnosis and sexual activity. If you are underage, or if these themes make you uncomfortable, consider yourself warned. The characters and situations depicted below are fictional, and they should remain that way. The author does not condone any non-consensual sexual activity.

This story is based upon AlabamaSlamma's Crazy Week (and by extension Trick's Changes). At the request of the commissioner, I'm going to be sticking fairly close to the earlier story, but with my own twist on the events.

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Anna jolted awake as her phone’s alarm blared. She picked her head up off her laptop, rubbing her forehead and wincing. Another headache. What’s going on with that? I don’t feel sick or anything, and I’ve never had any allergies growing up.

She blinked, her eyes adjusting to the early morning light. The sun streamed in through the window at the end of the room, lighting up all the particles of dust in the air. She could see Elena on the bed, but staring at anything brighter than a pitch-black room made her eyes hurt. She fumbled with her phone and managed to turn off the alarm, but as soon as she did, she heard another sound. It was clearly a human voice, but it wasn’t speaking. More like… moaning? “Elena?” Anna groaned.

Elena set her phone down and smiled at Anna. “Morning, Anna!”

Anna rubbed her eyes. Now that she could look at things without her eyes burning, she could tell that Elena was completely naked, her hair disheveled and falling loosely around her shoulders. Did she… always sleep in the nude? No, I definitely would’ve noticed if she did. “Uh, h-how’d you sleep?” Anna asked, trying not to stare.

“Oh, really well.” Elena sighed happily. “I don’t know what it is, but these past couple days I’ve felt more rested than I have in aaaaaaaaages.”

“Good for you,” Anna muttered. She yawned and rose from her chair, stretching out her back. “You gonna hit the showers first? I don’t have class till 11 today, so I’ve got nothing going on.”

Elena rolled off her bed and jumped up excitedly. “Oh, lucky you! Getting to actually relax before your first class, that must be a treat.” She went over to her dresser and picked up her shower caddy before practically skipping out the door. Aaaaand she didn’t get dressed. I guess today’s gonna be just as weird as yesterday.

Despite the room being empty, there was still that strange noise. It wasn’t coming from Anna’s phone, but it sounded scratchy and tinny enough that she knew it was coming from a phone. Was Elena watching something when I woke up? Anna walked over to Elena’s bed and picked up her phone, before immediately tossing it away once she realized what was on it. Holy shit! Elena was watching porn this early in the morning? And with the sound on too? As she stood over Elena’s bed, she smelled something that was all-too-familiar, and noticed a small wet patch on the sheets. No way, she was totally getting off! Who on earth would jill off while someone else is in the room with… well, okay, there’s people who’re into that, but I didn’t think Elena would be one of them!

Anna went back to her laptop and tried to ignore what she saw, but as she opened up her laptop and checked her social media, she could still hear the moaning and… other sounds coming from Elena’s phone. She put her headphones on in an attempt to drown it out, but even when she couldn’t hear it over the music, she still knew it was there. As much as she tried, she just couldn’t forget the fact that her roommate had just been watching porn without a care in the world that Anna was in the same room.

I can’t ignore it. I just can’t. I need to… god, I don’t know. Just shut it off, at least. She went over to Elena’s phone and tapped pause on the video just as Elena opened the door to their dorm room.

“What are you doing?” Elena asked.

“Oh!” Anna yelped, almost dropping the phone in surprise. “I-I was, um! Just… u-uh…”

Elena frowned, but then she smiled and giggled. “Oh, I get it! You noticed me watching porn and wanted to join in, right?”


“Ah, but that screen’s too small for the both of us.” Elena grabbed her phone out of Anna’s hand and tapped on the screen. Soon, the TV they both shared turned on, and the porn that was on Elena’s phone was streamed to its screen, the sound blaring from its speakers.

“Jesus,” Anna groaned, rubbing her forehead. “Elena, why on earth would you think I’d want to watch porn with you?”

“Huh?” Elena tilted her head to the side in confusion. She turned to the TV and gasped. “Oh, of course! You’re a lesbian, you wouldn’t want to watch anything with guys in it. Hold on, let me find something else–”

“That’s really not the issue here! Like… Elena, do you really not understand how weird it is to watch porn with your roommate?”

“Uh… no? Why would it be weird?”

Anna sighed. “Ugh, y’know what? Just… forget it. I’m too tired for this right now. I think I’ll just go get breakfast.”

“Mmm… good idea…” Elena sat down on her bed and spread her legs, reaching her hand between her thighs. “I’ll just be… indulging myself a little.”

“Y-You do that,” Anna muttered, her cheeks burning. God, why couldn’t I have had a roommate this open about sex before everyone lost their minds?

Kasumi set her tray down next to Anna’s and giggled nervously. “Everything’s still weird, huh?”

“Yeeeeeeep.” Anna sighed and poked at her food with a fork. “Even weirder, it seems.” She glanced around the room and scowled. People were now wearing even less clothes than they were yesterday; nearly everyone in the room had their genitals on full display, and about half of them were as naked as Elena had been earlier. As if that weren’t enough, many people were touching themselves or each other, but it didn’t seem like they were doing it out of lust. It was as though that was just a normal way to interact with people.

“Y’know, I saw Tiff and Erin, uh, ‘being really close friends’ in the bathroom earlier,” Kasumi said. “Didn’t even know those two were gay.”

“I’m pretty sure Tiff isn’t? I think I asked her out once and she laughed in my face.” Anna rubbed her temple. “I dunno, maybe that’s another part of whatever’s turning people into nudists. Like, Elena tried to get me to watch porn with her earlier.”

“No way! Did you?”

“Did– N-No, of course not!” Anna blushed. “God, you’d think I would, I’ve had this huge crush on her ever since we met, but… whatever’s happening to her, and everyone else here, it’s like… It’s like that’s not really her, y’know? It looks like her, acts like her, but I can’t imagine the Elena I know being so… like this.”

Kasumi nodded and took a sip from her glass of milk. “So, what do you think it is? Like a body snatcher thing?”

“If it was aliens, you’d think they’d have more important things to do than fuck,” Anna chuckled. She noticed someone out of the corner of her eye and turned. “Oh, Lena! C’mon, grab a seat!”

With the way, Lena stared at Anna and Kasumi, one would think she believed they actually were aliens. She sat down slowly, never losing eye contact with either of them, before finally saying “You do realize you’re not fully dressed, right?”

“Huh?” Anna looked down at herself and furrowed her brow. What is she talking about? I’ve got my shirt, my sweatpants, my flip flops… what would I be missing?

“Lena, c’mon, you can relax,” Kasumi said. “We’re not affected by whatever’s going on around here.”

“Yes, you are,” Lena said firmly. “Anna, you’re not wearing a bra, and Kasumi, you’re not wearing a skirt, just pantyhose over your underwear.”

Anna raised an eyebrow. “Okay? So?”

Lena stared at Anna, dumbfounded. “S-So… um…” She looked down at her food and slouched her shoulders. “N-Never mind.”

“Morning, sluts!” Morgan suddenly appeared and practically crashed into the table, sitting down before Anna, Lena or Kasumi could react.

When they did react, their jaws all collectively dropped. Kasumi was the first to speak up. “M-Morgan… where’s your shirt?”

“Huh?” Morgan looked down at her chest, the outlines of her nipple piercings poking through the thin fabric of her bra. She shrugged. “I dunno. Why?”

“You’re walking around with only a bra on,” Anna said, keeping her voice low, “and you don’t see a problem with that?”

“I…” Morgan blinked. She furrowed her brow, as if trying to remember something hidden deep within her psyche. “I’m… I-I’m fine.”

“Are you sure?” Anna reached out and touched Morgan’s hand.

Morgan pulled it away and recoiled. “I said I’m fine, Anna! I mean, shit, at least I’ve still got my pants on, right? Not that you’d mind if I didn’t.”

Anna gasped. “M-Morgan…” Does she really think so little of me? I thought we were friends, why is she being so mean?

Kasumi scowled at Morgan, but the noticed someone else coming over Morgan’s shoulder. “Oh, boy.”

“What’s–” Morgan turned around and rolled her eyes. “Well, shit.”

Barbara approached the table smiling, but her smile faded when she saw the sour mood everyone else was in. “Um… am I interrupting something?”

“Nope, you’re fine,” Morgan said tersely. “Nice tits, by the way.”

“Thank you!” Barbara giggled. She sat down next to Kasumi, her bare breasts bouncing freely. It took Anna a surprising amount of effort to avoid staring at them. She’s your friend. Don’t think of her like this. This isn’t right.

“B-Barbara,” Kasumi said, her voice low, “why aren’t you wearing a shirt?”

Barbara tilted her head to the side. “Do I need to?”

“Yes! Well, n-normally, yes.”

“Normally? But…” Barbara looked around the room, confused. “I’m still, like, one of the most-dressed people here. Aren’t I acting normally?”

Kasumi didn’t know what to say. She held her mouth open in shock for a moment, before another woman approached Barbara from the side. “Hey, Barb!” she said cheerfully, casually grabbing one of Barbara’s breasts and squeezing it. “Great practice today!”

“Thanks, Christie!” Barbara replied, squeezing one of Christie’s breasts in kind. “See you on Thursday!”

As Christie walked away, Morgan slammed her fist into the table. “Fucking Christ, Barbara! Do you not realize how fucking weird you’re being?”

“I’m not being weird!” Barbara said. “What’s with you guys today? You’re acting so paranoid.”

Anna swallowed and wiped off a bit of drool she didn’t know was creeping out of her mouth. “Barbara, t-try to think back to, like, a week ago. Would Christie have come up to you and… g-grabbed your boobs back then?”

Barbara thought for a moment. “I guess not?”

“So, you realize that Christie acting like that is different for her?”


“Then do you understand why we think it’s weird that you’re walking around topless and letting people grope you?”

“Not really, no.” Barbara shrugged. “We’re teammates, we have a close bond, it’s not weird for Christie to act friendly towards me.”

“Th-That’s a little more than f-friendly,” Lena stammered.

“Well, you should’ve seen the other girls this morning,” Barbara snickered, rolling her eyes. “I swear, I had no idea so many of my teammates were gay! They could barely keep their hands off each other!” She looked around and leaned in, keeping her voice down. “She won’t admit this, but I swear I even saw the coach rubbing her cunt through her shorts!”

“Barbara, listen to yourself,” Kasumi pleaded. “I’ve never run track before, but I’m pretty sure your warmups don’t normally devolve into an orgy!”

Barbara turned to Kasumi, and with the utmost seriousness replied, “People are under a lot of stress these days, Kasumi.”

Anna shook the mental image of a dozen lean, athletic women fondling each other out of her head when she felt her phone buzz. She looked down at it and realized what time it was. “Shit!” she cried, scrambling to pick up her backpack. “I’m gonna be late!”

“Now, I’m sure you all learned about the Pythagorean Theorem back in high school,” said the professor, idly rubbing her exposed pussy with her right hand as her left gestured to the whiteboard. “But let’s go over it again just as a refresher.”

Anna had a hard time concentrating in her algebra class on the best of days. She never liked math, which was one of the reasons why she put off the required course until as late as she could manage. But today, the professor might as well have been making the trombone noises that the adults always made in Peanuts cartoons. Anna wouldn’t have grasped a single word either way. How is anyone okay with this?! I know the whole school’s been going crazy, but on what planet is it appropriate for a teacher to masturbate while giving a lecture? How are my friends and I the only ones who don’t seem affected by this?

“The theorem is named after the Greek philosopher Pythagoras,” the professor continued. “Now, despite it being named after him, it’s widely believed that he did not discover it.” She paused, before adding “but I should leave that up to the history department.”

The class politely chuckled at her joke, acting as though everything was completely normal. The professor wasn’t the only one touching themselves, though. Several other students were stroking their cocks or sliding their fingers into their pussies or fondling their breasts; a couple were even doing it to each other, openly fucking right in the middle of everything, as though that was a perfectly reasonable thing to do in public.

If the professor was even capable of noticing this egregious violation of the “public displays of affection” section of the student handbook,1 however, she didn’t seem to mind it. “The theorem states that, with regards to a right triangle, the square of the h-hypotenuse is… u-um.” She swallowed and took a deep breath. Anna noticed that her cheeks were starting to look a little flushed. “I-Is equal to the sum of the areas of the squares on the other two sides. In other words, th-the– ah!”

The professor leaned back against her desk, gripping it tightly as her other hand rubbed faster and harder. “E-Excuse me, class,” she panted, “this will j-just… t-take a moment…” No fucking way. She’s really gonna orgasm right here? Is there no limit to what this weird spell or whatever is doing to everyone?

“O-Oh, fuck!” the professor whimpered. “I-I’m– ah~!” She arched her back and shuddered, moaning loudly as the class looked on with boredom. As she came down from her orgasm, the professor smiled sheepishly and wiped her hand off on her thigh. “P-Pardon my cursing, class,” she sighed, “it was a… momentary loss of composure.”

Anna rubbed her forehead and rolled her eyes. Yeah, the language was the issue there. God, even if nothing goes back to normal, I’d at least appreciate some sort of explanation for all this…

Elena was tongue-deep in her neighbor Grace by the time Anna got back to the dorm. When she heard the door open she pulled away just long enough to gasp a quick “hi, Anna” before returning to her previous activity, eagerly kissing the other woman and grinding on her thigh.

“E-Elena!” Anna sputtered. She couldn’t pick her jaw up off the floor even if she wanted to. Her roommate – her gorgeous roommate, the one she’d been fantasizing about for practically the whole time they’d been living together – making love to another woman when she’d never once expressed any interest in such a thing. “Y-You… Wha…”

Grace purred and turned her head to look at Anna. “Oh, sorry,” she said casually. “Don’t mind us, we’re just hanging out.”

“Just…” Anna shook her head. “You’re… Elena, y-you’re not even gay!”

“Huh?” Elena paused and stared at Anna confused. “What does that matter? I don’t have to be gay to spend time with my friends.”

Anna rubbed her temple. “Th-That’s not what I mean! You’re fucking another woman!”


“A-And… and…” Anna sighed. “And… nothing. I guess.”

Elena rolled her eyes. “Sorry, she can be kinda weird sometimes.”

“Whatever,” Grace said. She kissed Elena passionately, rubbing her hands all over Elena’s smooth, nearly-flawless skin.

It’s not fair. Anna sat down at her desk, facing as far away from the other two as she could comfortably manage, and slipped on her headphones. It’s not fair! Fuck, man, how come Elena… She shook her head and started blasting her favorite album, trying desperately to ignore what she knew was happening behind her, and the smell of sex in the air, and…

Anna set her headphones down. Don’t. Don’t do it, Anna. She turned her chair around and unbuttoned her jeans. Anna, for fuck’s sakes, don’t you dare.

She slid a hand under her waistband. Her fingers teased her clit, sending shameful pleasure up through her body. Anna didn’t know how far she should take it; no, she did know. What she was unsure of was how far she could take it. If Elena was fine watching porn earlier with me in the room, then… No, no, absolutely not, you’re gonna freak her out, Anna snap out of it god dammit–

“Ah!” Anna whimpered, before immediately clamping her free hand over her mouth. She waited for Elena and Grace to notice, for them to sneer at her for getting off to them, for them to react at all, but… they didn’t. They just kept touching each other, and kissing each other, and…

And Anna couldn’t remember the last time rubbing her pussy felt so good. It was like she’d gone without it for a year, like there was some pent-up need that she was letting out one blissful touch at a time. She bit her lip and gripped the armrest of her chair tightly, hanging on for dear life, as if the strange spell that had befallen the school would break at any moment.

Before she knew it, Anna’s thighs were clenched tight and she tried in vain to stifle her moan. As soon as she came, she realized that she’d made a mistake. Jesus. Oh, man, what the fuck is wrong with me? I shouldn’t be jilling off to my roommate right in front of her! Even if she thinks– if something is making her think that’s okay, it’s still not right! “S-Sorry,” she murmured, hastily dressing herself and preparing to run out the door and as far away from Elena and Grace as she could manage.

“Hm?” Elena tilted her head to the side and stared at Anna, her fingers still deep in Grace’s pussy. “What’re you sorry about?”

“F-For…” Anna took a deep breath. “For… masturbating. While watching you two.”

“And… why would you be sorry about that?”

“You know why!” Anna snapped. “Fucking hell, Elena, you know why! Some part of you, deep down, has to realize that you’ve been acting completely fucking crazy these past couple days!”

“Anna, what are you talking about? I’m not acting any different– oh, hold on.” Elena worked her fingers faster as Grace approached the edge of climax, before slowing down and stopping as the other woman purred, basking in the afterglow. “Yeah, anyway, I really don’t know what you mean.”

Anna threw her hands up in the air and scoffed. “Yeah, sure, you’ve always finger-fucked your neighbors, that’s just normal for you, right?”

Elena shrugged. “It’s just sex, Anna, it’s no big deal.”

“No big…?” Anna sighed. “Ugh, you know what? Just… just forget it. I’m spending the night at Kasumi’s. I need to be around some normal people for once.” She grabbed her backpack and her gym bag, turned around, and shut the door behind her.

Kasumi took a sip of her tea and leaned back on her sofa. “You know, I feel like I should be getting used to how perverted everyone’s acting now, but then you come along with a story like this and I’m still just… baffled. She really didn’t notice anything weird about what she was doing?”

“She acted like I walked in on her brushing her hair,” Anna grumbled, staring into her reflection in the dark liquid. “And Grace too! I mean, she called me a ‘slutty dyke’ when she found out I was gay, and now she’s fucking my roommate!”

“God, yeah, I remember that.” Kasumi tapped the side of her cup. “So, um… you did watch them, right?”

Anna’s cheeks turned red. “Y-Yeah,” she said quietly. “I don’t know what came over me, it was like… I couldn’t control myself…” She swallowed, her hands shaking slightly. “Do you think I’m starting to lose it, Kasumi? Y’know, start acting like… them?”

“No, no I don’t.” Kasumi reached out and touched Anna’s shoulder. “I mean, you still recognize that they’re acting weird, right? So you can’t be affected by whatever’s going on.”

“I guess you’re right,” Anna sighed. “Ugh, I dunno, I think I’m just… tired.”

“Same here,” Kasumi chuckled. “Feels like I haven’t had a lick of sleep in ages. Wanna call it early?”

“Yeah.” Anna took one last sip of her tea and set her cup down. “Thanks, Kasumi.”

Kasumi hugged Anna tight. “We’re gonna get through this, Anna. I promise.”

  1. Previously located on page 69 prior to numerous complaints from the freshman orientation committee.↩︎

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