>>22562626"Hm? Calem, why did you--A-Ah, um, o-oh! C-Calem, why are you--I-I--/Your clothing/!"
Noticing you suddenly stopping, Serena turns around to check if you're alright.
Her tranquil poise is shattered as she discovers you shedding layer upon layer of clothes in public as if it were nothing. First goes the simple stuff. Your hat and sunglasses, messenger bag, and boots are all casually discarded in a growing pile right next to you. It's not much but you can already feel garbed burden lifting from your back.
Serena covers her pure eyes, looking away with nothing short of a flustered face. She's quite aware that you're not going to stop there.
Next, you pull down the zipper of your jacket to unveil a black shirt warmed by man-heat underneath. Both of those hastily join the pile. Finally, completing your birthday suit ensemble is the removal of your pants, which have been constricting your crotch for the past year or so.
Throwing them into the pile is what settles it. You feel pretty damn great for a guy with a twinkish build, so much weight has been lifted off of your shoulders all at once, it feels like bliss getting to air out your dick again. You can't help but stretch, showing off that literally hot bod to no one in particular.
"Why...Why did you get n-naked?.." Serena whispers, quiet and overrun with second-hand embarrassment.
>What do you say next? 