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I've been going yopless since the first day an inspector seized my clothing. The rules are difficult to follow, and according to my roommate, if I wore my tops, which all have long hems and tails, I could not wear a bottom. I found that was the truth when an inspector took all of my clothing as evidence leaving me naked for the day. So, I decided to wear just the bottoms. My hair at the start of the semester was right at nipple length. I reasoned, if I pulled it to the front, my hair would soon provided adequate cover for my breasts. It was the first month that was nerve-whacking. I quickly learned that even shorts often find the inspectors checking for hiding panties or pubic hair. So, my new fashion statement was wearing short skirts. As my hair started to grow longer, I felt perfectly covered, both top and bottom - as long as I watched how I sat down. Getting a drink from the water fountain meant showing quite a bit. I had to pull my hair around and hold it to avoid getting it wet; thus, exposing my breast for a short time. Fortunately, many boys attention would not be on my exposed breast, but rather they would be checking to see if my skirt covered everything or not. Mostly not, but at least it meant they had to be in the right position to see more. When my roommate went for her haircut, I went along just to keep her company. I did not want to trim my hair. I was managing the split ends with very selective trimming. It was slow at the hair dressers, so one woman offered to wash my hair with a ne special treatment to help split ends. "Free?" she said it would be. She warned me that the chemicals might stain my short demin skirt, so she had me remove it and wear a gown. Their gowns are short, so my demin skirt would have been exposed, and I suppose she saved me fro a ruined skirt even if it meant getting nude handing her the skirt and waiting for her to return with the gown. Even then the gown was too short to cover my bottom. Worse, she led me to the window chair where she had a sign inviting people in to see the new product demonstrated. It meant from the window everyone could see my bare pussy, and several more had up close views as well. I must admit the product does its job well. Not only did iy help my split ends, but it was amazing at how well it cleans the hair. Even with longish hair, I had body in the hair. It bounced as I walked. The hairdresser encouraged me to walk to and from the mall esculators. I did even though I knew I was gving everyone quite a show. My hair felt great. Someone mentioned the gown really distracted from seeing my hair flow and bounce. The hair dresser convinced me that I was already showing I was completely bottomless. I came topless, so why not give everyone a good look without the gown. I decided I would, but I bargained for a bottle of the new shampoo. She agreed, but she said, "You have to go down the esculator and across the mall, and up the esculator at the other end of the mall. Be sure to stop and tell people where you got your hair done." I agreed. Once the gown was removed and I started to walk, I realized with the extra body in my hair, my hair no longer cover my nipples. The ends were loke two inches above my nipples. I was walking through the mall naked without my usually protection on the top. I was nervous and excited. Lots of people stopped to watch me. I felt like a supermodel. Some woman commented on how great my hair looked, I explained the new product, and several came to touch my hair. All thought it was wonderful and planned on booking an apointment. I noticed quite a few people on the upper deck leaning over to watch me stroll through the mall. The ride up the far esculator was surreal. The light breeze from teh moving sidewalk caused my hair flow behind me. People stopped dead in their tracks watching me. One guy actually turned around on the down esculator and raced to the top to meet me - pushing his way through the other people. He begged for my phone. I mean he literal dropped to his knees begging me for my number. He was holding my hand as he begged kneeling in front of me. He had quite a vie of me from there, too. I finally decided to give him my number if only to make him stop. He was attracting a crowd of people. When I told him my number several people applauded. As I ventured back to the hairdressers, I had to push my way through the crowds. Many who had watched me walk below were now asking to touch my hair, and a few touched a bit more. One girl lifted a tress of hair in her fingers. As she let her fingers traced down to the ends, she was laying the hair back down. Once her finger tips were free of the hair ends, her hand was on my breast. She smiled, and I instinctively smiled back. I think she took that as an invitation. She leaned in and gave me a wet kiss. With my back to a large crowd, I couldn't move anywhere. so I returned the kiss. She had one hand on my breast and her other was rubbing my pussy. She broke the kiss and asked for my phne number. Before even thinking, I gave it to her. By the time I returned tothe hairdressers to claim my bottle of free shampoo, My roommate had her hair cut. Apparently, she did not realzie the deal I made, and she was quite surprised to see me naked. A pleasant surprise, but surprised. I rarely give people a full view of myself. I was given a small bag with the bottle of free shampoo, and my skirt was inside the bag. My roommate grabbed the bag and told me I could wear the skirt back to the dorms. I chased her to the bus stop, and since the bus offered free ride to campus if you are nude, my roommate only paid for one fare. She said, "You might as well get a free ride." She sat next to me stroking my hair, She loved how it looked. I thought her new style was great, too. I made her spread her legs so I could stroke her if she wanted to continue stroking my hair. She not only spread her legs, but she pulled her skirt to her waist. Normally, we've done this sort of thing in private, but never in public or on a bus full of people watching. We missed our stop, and had to walk across campus. I asked for my skirt back as we could better avoid the gropers and make better time to get back for diner. We discovered the shampoo bottle had a small leak. My demin skirt was ruined. All the threads were pulled tight, and it was all crinkled. Even if I wore it, it would cover nothing. I decided I'd rather not have people ask about the skirt as we walked, so I made the stroll nude. This time, I knew my hair wasn't long enough to cover my breasts, so I just let the wind catch my hair and blow it off my shoulders and trail behind me. I love the shampoo, too, but my hair isn't growing as fast as it used to. My roommate thought it was growing, it was just curlier than before. I do have anturally curly hair, but wearing long and flat meant most of the curls were hidden. Now with the light bouncing style, the curls returned. It made my hair fall way short of hiding my breasts. I no longer could convince the patrols at some the no topless buildings my hair was my top. I was donating too many skirts to attend classes. I was getting used to walking across campus nude. I decided I might as well grow a small bush... which on my nect visit to the hairdresser she tamed and clipped, but for free shampoo, she made me sit out front of the store in a chair for an hour with a sign that the invited people to touch my hair, and lots of them took that to mean my pubic hair. Oh, the guy and girl that asked for my phone number? I arranged a three-way movie date with them. Someday, I'll have to go back to and watch the movie.

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