D&D: The man's shameful streak reminds you of something you've wanted to try...
From Create Your Own Story
You find your mind fixated on the naked man's shameful dash through the back alley. You tune your mirror back in on him and watch him dart about for a little while. You bite your lower lip as a naughty plan forms in your head. You've always been a bit of a nudist at heart - you dress as scantily as is acceptable when you're not adventuring, and you can't remember the last time you wore underwear of any kind just walking around town. Every so often you'd wonder how much fun it would be to just walk around stark naked. Even better if everyone were oblivious to it, save for maybe a few lucky souls. But you can't just do that without getting in trouble, obviously.
Before, that was always where you gave up, since you couldn't think of a way to do it. But now that the thought has crept back into your mind, you remember an odd trinket you picked up at an estate sale in town. Some old witch of a woman who used to serve as a wizard-for-hire died and left no heirs, and naturally you couldn't pass up a chance at anything she might have had that was magical in some fashion. One of the things you picked up was an amulet that could project illusions within some thirty feet of the wearer. Odder still, the illusions can only be seen by others, not the wearer. These illusions were incorporeal - you could simply walk right through a projected wall or creature. But they were also powerful, nigh unbreakable by themselves.
Your course set, you head to your jewelry box and dig out the amulet. You slip it on and quickly remove your clothes, stepping back in front of the mirror. You gaze approvingly at your curvaceous form before closing your eyes and conjuring up in your head the image of what outfit you want the amulet to coat you in. A skimpy robe, dangerously short-skirted and with a V-neck dipping well past your navel, clasped by a simple leather belt with an ornate silver buckle. You open your eyes, and the mirror reflects the outfit as your mind's eye painted it. You look down and see your sizable, naked breasts, little pink nipples jutting out in the slight chill of the room. The illusion in the mirror shows them covered, if only just, with fabric stretching believably over your erect nipples.
Perfect.
You go to your front door and stop. You take a deep breath, gathering your courage. Your house emptied out onto a modestly busy street, certainly it would be occupied at his busy hour. You swing the door open carefully and step out, down your front steps, and onto the street, naked as the day you were born. People pass by like nothing, some nearly brushing against you. You smile as your heart fills with glee and your pussy warms with excitement.
You turn to start off towards nowhere in particular when you freeze, your heart skipping a beat. A pair of city guardsmen walk right by you on either side, in no rush, merely patrolling the area. "Ma'am," one says with a courteous nod.
Naked. You brim with joy. Stark naked in broad daylight. Smiling, you try to decide where you want to go to secretly flaunt your newfound freedom.
D&D: Hit a tavern and see what's going on.
D&D: Explore the residential district in which you live.
D&D: Go watch some street performers in the nearby square.
D&D: Peruse the market streets for whatever strikes your fancy.
