Date:          September 2005
Title:         So Embarressed
Author:        Jeroen Verbeek, Copyright (C) 2005. All rights reserved.

Summary:       Walking down the street I suddenly find myself naked.

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So Embarrassed


As I walked down a crowded street I suddenly noticed my nude reflection in 
a shop window. I thought, "Oh my God, I am stark naked!" And irrespective 
of whether God made me that way, I was mortified; I actually felt nauseous, 
my mind in total chaos. This was terrible. I'd always had a horrible fear 
of being naked in public (though I am a man of average dimensions). What 
would people think? My stomach jumped at the thought. But how in the world 
could I have forgotten to get dressed? Just call me stupid!
     People passing by stopped their conversation mid-sentence in order to 
watch my naked body. They looked at me as if I'd appeared out of nowhere, 
which was even close to the truth of course. Everyone was looking at me. I 
could feel their piercing eyes on me, like I was being stung by a swarm of 
bees. In fact, I could feel the whole world with every inch of my 
bare-naked skin. Okay, I needed a little tan, but that was no reason to 
snicker and point at me like that. Especially those teenage girls, 
red-faced from laughter, were enjoying the amazingly lewd view of my most 
private anatomy. What had I done to deserve this?
     Blushing several shades of red, I seemed frozen, not sure what to do. 
I closed my eyes, and with my hands still strategically located, I prayed 
the gods to erase the situation. I had never been so embarrassed in my 
whole life. The only thing I was capable of doing was to cover my genitals 
with my hands. I had nowhere to hide.
     Then I saw her -- a woman in her early forties, with short grayish 
black hair wearing normal, yet modern clothes. Nothing remarkable about 
her, but somehow she looked familiar to me. Like I had seen her many times 
before. She pushed her way through the crowd to stand in front of me.  
     "Put on some clothes before you catch a cold, my son," my mother said, 
and handed me my clothes.

I woke up at 4:30 in the morning. Home again. Everything back to normal. 
Thank God.



The End






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