20-IF. What If I Fell Asleep Just Like That? (1)
“Miss, miss. Wake up.”
I open my eyes, and the driver who took my ticket at the start is tapping my shoulder while keeping his head turned far away from me. Why is he waking me up in such a weird pose? The thought crosses my mind just as I notice something off about the sensations all over my body.
“Kyaa! D-don’t look!”
I’m not wearing a thing. Completely naked, just as I was born, sitting there on the bus. I hurriedly cover myself with my arms. It’s embarrassing. Humiliating. I never imagined I’d end up exposed like this in front of someone, but somehow, without realizing it, I got caught.
“Miss, the bus is at the end of the line. You’re awake now, so hurry up, get dressed, and get off.”
He spits the words out in a rush and hurries away with flustered footsteps, never once turning his head fully toward me.
I must’ve dozed off while trying to dry my damp body for a bit. I have zero memory of the bus moving. And now there’s this musty smell... I guess I didn’t even wipe properly... Idiot. Moron. Less than human. How could I fall asleep like that? Have I lost my mind?
Self-loathing floods my head. Falling asleep buck naked and defenseless on a bus... No matter how I think about it, I did something insane.
Huh? That’s weird? I have my pants and knit cardigan, but my T-shirt is nowhere in sight. I’m sure I just took it off and set it on top... but now it’s gone. And not just that—my underwear’s all missing too. No bra, obviously, and neither the fresh panties I pulled out nor the soaked ones I’d set aside.
Uh... someone must’ve taken them... But... who? The driver? Or maybe some other passenger who stopped by the rest area and happened to spot me? Hell, who even got on this bus? There’s no way to know how many people saw my body.
But one thing’s clear: at least one person saw me and stole my clothes. I check my bag just in case, but of course nothing’s there. It’s just stuffed chaotically with unpacked junk. And I don’t have a single change of clothes anyway. It was just a short two-day weekend trip, so aside from that one extra pair of panties I grabbed on a whim, I didn’t pack anything else on purpose. I’d have all my sleepwear, regular clothes, and undies at home anyway... no reason to lug around anything heavy.
It seemed perfectly reasonable when I was packing, but now that logic’s turned into poison.
How am I supposed to get home like this? My future looks pitch black.
For now, I struggle into my skinny jeans without panties, then drape the knit cardigan over my bare skin. It was always super thin material, barely enough to obscure my silhouette even at best, but now my skin shows right through. The direct feel of it against my bare body is soft and warm, sure, but my mood’s sinking straight to rock bottom.
I have to go out in front of people like this. What am I gonna tell my little sisters when I get home? Sis masturbated naked on an intercity bus, lost all her clothes, and came home flashing everything? No way in hell can I say that. The moment I do, the looks they’d give me would plunge even lower than Yeji’s gaze. And not just anyone—my own sisters. I couldn’t bear it if they saw me like that.
I have to get my clothes back somehow before I head home.
“Miss! You still got a ways to go?”
I must’ve stood there too long. The driver’s voice urges me from outside the bus. He’s got a schedule too, and he waited for me to wake up and get dressed—that’s already a huge courtesy. I can’t inconvenience him more.
I force my reluctant legs to move, shuffling out. Right as I step off, I spot him by the door, checking his watch with an anxious expression.
“S-sorry...”
His face is full of things he wants to say, but the moment he sees me, it twists into shock.
“Whoa, why’d you half-ass getting dressed?”
“W-well... my clothes disappeared... I don’t have anything to wear...”
I mumble awkwardly, and his expression turns troubled. I scrutinize him, wondering if maybe he took them, but his hands are empty as he scratches his head. Plus, when he woke me, he went out of his way not to look my way. Probably not him.
“I don’t have any spare clothes either... You gonna manage getting home alone?”
“Y-yes... It’s m-my fault, so I’ll figure it out...”
“Alright, alright.”
He strokes his chin, hesitating for a long moment before continuing.
“But... why were you doing that back there? Some creep drug you or force you...? What the hell happened?”
It’s a tough question. One with no good answer if I want to keep any dignity.
“Huh? I’m just worried. If something’s wrong, I can call the cops for you.”
Even his gruff uncle-style bluntness feels packed with concern, making it harder to speak.
“W-well...”
“It’ll just be between us, so spill it, okay?”
Right—what dignity? The moment I stripped naked on the bus of my own volition, I trashed it myself. Standing here confessing what I did out loud makes me question what kind of lunatic I am.
“I got on the bus, and my panties were soaked with pussy juice inside, which grossed me out... So I was gonna wipe quick and change into fresh ones... But as I was undressing, my head got all fuzzy and it felt so good, I ended up stripping completely, and then my whole body was sweaty and damp, so I was just gonna dry off and redress, but I blacked out and fell asleep...”
The story pours out of me in a senseless rush—I can’t even understand how it spiraled like that myself. The driver just blinks at me in disbelief.
“So... no one forced you—you took it all off yourself?”
“Y-yes... that’s right...”
“Hmm...”
He strokes his chin with a pained look. After spilling this to someone who’s been nothing but kind and considerate, the shame hits so hard I can’t stand it. My body starts twisting on its own. I want to crawl into a hole.
“You get off on showing your body to strangers? What’s it called... exhibitionism?”
“Y-yes... Thinking someone might catch me outside makes my thighs tingle, and it feels so good...”
I don’t know why I’m confessing everything so honestly. But I’ve already caused so much trouble—might as well explain the reason. If he thinks I just dumped a mess on him with no explanation, even I’d be pissed if I were him.
“Hmm... In that case, show me once. If it’s not some crime and you’re just enjoying yourself, you can do it in front of me too, right?”
“Y-yes?”
I never expected such a request from that kind-looking face. As I stare up at him wide-eyed, his trembling lips move again.
“No, hear me out—if you claim later you were forced, the cops’ll drag me in for questioning, and I can’t just drop everything to go. I need to know for sure no crime happened. Yeah, that’s it.”
He doesn’t even seem to believe his own excuse—his fingertips are shaking. He’s clearly nervous too. But I’m in no state to call him out. What he’s saying isn’t wrong. If it really was a crime, the cops would summon him, and that wouldn’t be his fault...
I need to convince him it wasn’t and get home. But... doesn’t stripping again and showing my body feel weird? Do I really need to? To a total stranger I just met today? This is something you’re supposed to show only to someone truly precious.
But... I did cause him a ton of hassle today. And I’ve stripped outside plenty of times already. Even if he’s an older guy, he’s still a man—maybe I should show him and make it up to him? I-it’s my fault, after all...
“It’s a little scary out here, though...”
I’m standing right in the middle of the walkway where people pass by, fresh off the bus. Who knows when another one might pull up and unload a crowd. Stripping and exposing myself here? No way.
“Then come inside.”
Suddenly, he grabs my arm and pulls me back into the bus. Before I can react, we’re in a separated space. He closes the door, ducks between the seats out of sight of the transparent windows, and suddenly it’s just the two of us.