I ForgotIt started innocently enough. It was one of those fall days where the weather suddenly gets warm again after having started to cool off. I was a freshman in college at the time and, frequently had to get up early for volleyball practice. As was my norm, I put together my clothes for the next day when I went to bed the night before so that I could just roll out of bed, throw on my shorts and sports bra, and head off to practice.
That night, however, I barely slept. Our dorm was not air conditioned and despite having the windows open and sleeping naked (I had a nudist roommate, so we were frequently naked in the room, especially while sleeping), it was extremely uncomfortable that night. That morning I decided that it was going to be too hot for the jeans I had set aside and instead grabbed a sundress hanging in my closet as I left the room.
As I did most days, I headed to the gym's showers as soon as practice ended. I had an early class that morning and we had an exam in it that day, so I had little time to do more than grab a bagel for breakfast between practice and class. If I didn't want to stink all day, that was the only option. When I got back to my locker, it hit me: wrapped in the t-shirt and jeans that I pulled out of my bag that morning was my bra and panties!
When it comes to volleyball, I play hard and usually work up a sweat--and the warm temperatures that day probably didn't help things, either. I had only worn a sports bra and a pair of spandex volleyball shorts--with no panties--to practice, both of which were soaked in sweat. The dress I grabbed was a loose, short, flowing thing with spaghetti straps and a low-cut back and bustline. While I could have gotten away with wearing my shorts under it, there was no way I was putting those wet things back on my clean body, and wearing the sports bra would have looked ridiculous!
So I hung my towel on the hook in my locker and stepped my naked body into the thin aqua-colored garment. It felt weird. I was no stranger to no wearing underwear--I had been going pantiless when wearing spandex shorts for some time already and, despite being a "D" cup (which is too big to be braless according to my mother), I frequently left my bra behind when wearing fitted tank tops during the summer. But this was different. Here I had no second or third tank top to la
I spent the morning feeling as if everyone was staring at me. Every time I caught myself with my thighs parted even an inch, I worried about who I might have flashed. My professor? My classmates? The cute guy working at the coffee shop where I got breakfast? Do they now think I'm weird? Or a ****?
As soon as I got out of class, I went to the women's room to check myself out. Looking in the mirror, I noticed that the dress looked fine. Sure, my boobs didn't pop out of the dress quite as they would have if I was wearing a bra, but they looked pretty nice just the same (if I say so myself)--and my nipples, while protruding through the fabric a bit, were fully covered. I left the bathroom with a new found confidence and started off to my next class.
It had gotten breezy, however, as I crossed the quad and my locker room fear began to cross my mind again as a gust of wind blew up my dress. I caught it quickly, before it got too high off the ground, but it got my mind wandering a bit. My next class--Calculus--was as boring as always, and I kept catching my mind drifting. What's so bad about not having underwear on, anyway? I mean it was certainly comfortable sitting there without it. Would anyone really care if they saw I wasn't wearing any? I mean, most of my volleyball team didn't wear panties for practices and games and no one seemed to think that was strange (granted it was probably only the team ourselves that knew).
As my mind wandered, I felt myself getting turned on a bit, so after class I headed to the rest room again, this time to take care of business. I had a full day of classes that day, with no time to return to the dorm between any of them, so it wasn't until dinner time that I would have been able to change if I had wanted to. By that time, though, I was completely at ease with how I was dressed, so when I returned to the dorm that evening, it was only to get my roommate for dinner.
That night, as I watched the 11:00 news to see that it would be warm again the next morning, I grabbed another sundress and shoved it into my bookbag, giving no thought to bringing anything else to change into the next morning.