Slipping through the curtain I moved a few items togive me enough space then began to take my dress off. Icould see clearly into the room and was sure...thecurtain offered little obstruction the other way. ThePVC number was to big. I took it off and tapped theshoulder of my ‘security’ man through the curtain. Likea gent, he had had his back to me. Handing him thedress I asked if he could find me the next size down. Clearly taking in my complete nakedness apart fromstockings and. Whycan't I join them meandering down the street enjoying all the admiringglances from the men who surreptitiously look back at those desirablewoman?With a heavy heart I reluctantly retreat from my window if only toalleviate my personal torment. The brush of my hemline against my nylonclad legs only serves to add to my angst. I make an impulsive decisionand head for my full length mirror in the hope my pain will subside.My reflection makes me happy and sad simultaneously. The disappointmentand. All rights have been stripped from women: The vote, the ability to run a business, the right to say "no" to male sexual advances.I'm in my mid-30s and working at an investment firm in Toronto. All females are now required to be completely nude at all times. While outdoors, we are permitted to wear shoes. Once inside the building, however, we must remove them, so that we are barefoot as well as naked. The male bosses, meanwhile, come to work fully dressed, accentuating their power and our. Mom swore and cranked the wheel to the right. We missed the car but we went into a spin. The girls started screaming as mom tried to get the bus under control. The road was so slick that we kept spinning around until we hit the guide rail and broke through. The bus slid down into the ditch and then tipped over. We all flew out of our seats to hit the top of the bus. The girls were screaming and crying as we finally came to a rest at the bottom of the ditch. The water started coming in from the.