Here's one I wrote fast, a spin on another idea I've presented before. Written in first person, in the mind of a young woman who has been hypnotized, yet doesn't remember it and has lost all her inhibitions. This one was a fun, little challenge. Hope you enjoy.
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THE ACCIDENTAL SLUT
"That's right, Brad. I'm done. I am going to dress this way from now on. I am fucking tired of all the constant glares and gawking."
"What is this all about?" asked Brad, looking away from me, instead at the floor.
I was dressed in a miniskirt and a blouse that was wide open, exposing my braless tits to my brother, Brad (assuming he'd look up). My nipples were bigger than average and a bit puffy, but otherwise perfectly centered on my large breasts. Brad was not just my big brother, but also my roommate in college, as we shared a small one-bedroom apartment. He usually slept in the living room, but on rare occasions, we had been forced to share the bedroom. We certainly never did anything criminal, but living in such a small, enclosed space meant Brad had seen me naked a couple of times before today.
The first time he walked in on me naked, I felt a bit awkward, as his eyes tended to be drawn to my huge tits with my clothes on, and there I was completely naked. However, he instantly diverted his eyes and looked away. He always did that when those uncomfortable situations occurred, doing his best to not to look at me at all. My nudity had the same effect on others, as I discovered today. Perhaps it had been Brad that somehow sparked the idea.
I explained it all to my brother. "Listen, Brad. You know that no matter WHAT top I wear, people are always staring at my tits. I couldn't take it anymore. I was in my Advanced Psychology class and caught not only my group partner, Tim Pillars, but the teacher himself trying to look down my top. We had been studying the effects of hypnosis and meditation. They had been sneaking peeks down my blouse and I just lost it. I ripped open my shirt and lifted my tits out of my bra. I swear, Brad, more people looked away and started treating me with dignity after I did THAT, rather than all my other efforts of ever dressing modestly. Well, I figure, if people only want to look at me as a pair of tits, I might as well give it to them, right? They can PROVE just how low they are, or otherwise they can treat me with some goddamn respect! Apparently, this method commands that kind of respect."
"I think you've gone crazy," said Brad, finally looking at up at me, perhaps for the first time ever of getting a very clear view of my bare chest. For some reason, I just didn't care.
"I'm telling you, Brad. I got more respect dressed like this..." I waved my hands up and down my torso, "...I got more respect in one day looking like this, than the five years combined I've been here. After class, I went to the cafeteria and picked up lunch. I got none of the usual cat-calls from the staff there, either. None of it. Everyone was simply behaving!"
"It's uh... probably from the shock, Becky. Once they get used to this, I dunno... well, I don't know if your idea will work."
"Oh, yeah? Look at you. You're actually looking at me in the eyes right now. You know how rare that is?" Finally, Brad glanced down to scope my breasts as I said that, but he quickly brought them back to my eyes. "I mean it, bro. You spend a lot of time peeking glances at my cleavage and now you are being more respectful than ever."
"I'm not sure what you want me to say. Whether I agree with your line of dress? Becky, you're naked."
"It's not about the nudity, Brad. I'm making a statement and I think it is one that matters. Women should NOT be looked at as pieces of meat. I can't help how I look, but just because I have big tits doesn't mean I should be subjected to stereotypes and untoward advances."
"And showing your tits to everyone is going to send this message?" asked Brad, incredulously.
"Of course, big brother. You know it will! It works on you, doesn't it?"
I skipped over to the kitchen to make myself a baloney sandwich, my tits swinging with the motion. As much as I'd always hated people trying to perv on me, for some reason, I now felt free and just didn't care. Being able to be unashamed in my appearance and my body was a liberating experience, and I was enjoying the newfound freedom. It felt good allowing my huge tits to be unbound. Constrained, they were always uncomfortable. I turned back to my brother.
"Brad, I hope you will support me in my decision."
Brad finally snapped, "Listen, Becky! You do whatever you want outside, but do you actually have to be this way here? In the house?"
"What's it matter?" I asked. "For once I feel good about myself."
"I never thought you didn't. Look, I am sorry you caught me peeking down your blouse a few times. It's just... well... it's unavoidable. I'm not sure you can understand, but THIS is taking things a bit too far, don't you think?"
"Listen, Brad," I said, lifting my tits up high, squeezing them and making my nipples cone-shaped, pointing right at his face. "This is the new me Brad. I'm NOT going to obsess over keeping these things covered anymore. I'm not going to despise people gawking at my tits all day. I'm going to be me and THESE are very much a part of me."
Just then, there was a loud knock on the door.
"Would you put those away?" asked Brad.
"No!" I insisted, "You're being ridiculous!"
"Me?"
Another four raps on the door. Brad was obviously too ashamed to answer the door with me holding my tits in the air, so I marched over and opened it myself. Sure enough, the man standing in front of me only briefly looked at my tits before holding respectful eye-contact. It was Tim Pillars, my partner from class.
"What are you doing here?" I asked. "How did you even know I live here?" I never cared much for Tim. He was kind of uppity. However, he seemed genuinely distressed and quickly stepped in, shutting the door behind him.
"Uh, excuse me?" I asked. "Can I help you, Tim?" I crossed my arms under my tits, making sure they weren't covered. If he was going to look, I was going to own it.
"Becky, I'm sorry I am here. I'm not stalking you, i promise, though I did look you up in the online student directory. It didn't have a phone number, but it did have this address."
"Oh yeah, we had our phone plan canceled when we submitted our information to the directory." I looked over at Brad. "Never thought to update that stuff." I looked back at Tim. "Well? Okay, what it is?"
"Can we sit down? This may take a while to explain."
Now Tim had me curious. I motioned for him to sit on the couch in the living room. As he did, I took the loveseat across from it, while Brad stood at my side.
"Becky, today in class. Do you remember what happened?"
"Yes, I was just explaining to my brother..."
"It sounds crazy to me," said Brad, "but she insists this is the new her."
Tim cleared his throat and continued. "Becky, today in class, Dr. Anderson hypnotized you."
"What? No way. I don't remember that at all!"
"Yeah, he was performing a demonstration. You don't even remember him approaching our desk when he offered to do that, do you?"
"When did he do this?" I asked.
"Near the end of class, before you uh... before you ripped open you shirt and flashed everyone."
