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   Casey's Fall Ch.  22

   As they arrived in the college car park, Casey sat pensively in the
passenger seat of Jolene's car wearing nothing except for a pair of red
Chuck's.  Try as she might, she wasn't able to bring herself to open the
door to get out.  Jolene noticed her hesitation.

   "Look, whenever I have to do something hard, I grit my teeth and just do
it to get it over with," Jolene said, trying to reassure her.  "Once you
take the first step, the rest will follow.  So stop overthinking it, take a
deep breath, then just open the door, step out and close it behind you. 
Then start walking.  You'll be fine.  You'll see."

   "I'm not sure I can do this Jolene.  It just feels too real all of a
sudden.  All the people I know are here."

   "And all the people you know are going to find out you're a nudist
sooner or later anyway.  Would it help if I walked you in?"

   "I'm not sure."

   "Casey, I know it's hard but this is your life now.  You need to get
used to being naked and everyone else has to get used to seeing you naked.
The fear and awkwardness you're feeling now will pass and before long it
will feel totally normal to you and everyone else, but there has to be a
first time and there's no other way to get that out of the way other than
by doing it."

   Jolene was right.  If she was going to have any semblance of a normal
life she was going to have to deal with it and get it done.  At the very
least she didn't have to play the porn star or do anything sexual in this
place.  She didn't even have to wear the butt-plug.  Here she would just be
a nudist.  She took Jolene's advice and took a deep breath.  Then she
stepped out of the car with her backpack and closed the door.  OMG she was
actually standing naked in the college car park!  This couldn't be really
happening.

   "Just act normal Casey," she said to herself.  "Pretend you're still
wearing clothes and this is just another day.  Fake it until you make it!
You've got this."

   It wasn't long before people started noticing her.

   "OMG is that girl naked?  Is she streaking?"

   "I saw her walking in the hallway naked last week.  I heard she got
arrested."

   "Is this a dare or something?"

   "Oh look, she has a registered nudist tattoo.  I guess she just likes
being nude."

   "What's her name?"

   "I think it's Casey something."

   "She shaves.  I guess she didn't think she was naked enough already."

   "She's really cute.  Is she seeing anyone?"

   Casey finally made it to her locker room and sat down for a moment to
try to calm her nerves.

   She looked up as the door opened and was pleased to see Amelia.

   "Casey!  You're actually doing it!" Amelia asked.

   "Yes, I couldn't back out even if I wanted to now that I have this
tattoo," Casey replied.  "It still feels really weird though.  I can't
believe I'm actually at school naked."

   "I can't believe it either.  You're so amazingly brave."

   Casey wished she was brave.  Right now she just felt overwhelmed with
shame and terrified out of her mind.

   Amelia joined Casey to walk to their first class and people stopped and
gossiped everywhere they went.

   "OMG who's that?"

   "That's Casey Reine.  She's a nudist."

   "Casey Reine?  You're shitting me?  I've seen her online.  Hey Casey?"
he called out.

   Casey turned to face him.

   "OMG.  I'm a huge fan!  I love your work.  Can I get a selfie?"

   Casey was beyond appalled that someone at her college had seen something
of hers online.  Word was bound to get out now, but she knew that was
probably inevitable anyway so she just shrugged an "ok" to him and then
smiled as he took the picture of them together.

   "Thanks!  I'll be seeing you around," he said cheerfully as he returned
to his friend to show him the picture on his phone.

   "Can I get one too?" asked another boy.

   "Sure, why not," Casey replied.  She had given up hope that she would
ever recover her dignity so there seemed little point in trying to prevent
anyone from seeing or photographing anything they wanted anymore.  At least
these boys seemed excited by her nudity and weren't slut-shaming her like
many other people had this last week.

   Casey was dismayed to see Mrs Daly come around the corner just as the
second boy had taken his selfie.

   "Miss Reine, I can't say I'm pleased to see you back here, and still in
your altogether I see.  What is wrong with you girl?" she asked.

   Casey stared at her feet for a moment and then realised that Mrs Daly
was the catalyst for the whole chain of events leading to her having to
become a nudist, and now she was offended by her nudity?  It made her angry
but she also remembered Dean Bernstein's words that she was on her final
warning.

   "Mrs Daly," Casey began, needing to defend herself but not wishing to
anger the old battle axe.  "I am naked now because you went to the
authorities instead of turning a blind eye or even just punishing me within
the college's code of conduct for what should have been regarded as a
harmless prank.  I had to register as a nudist to get off the charge.  It
cost me my relationship with my parents, and it almost cost me my friends
and my education.  Yes I'm at fault for what I did and I regret it now more
than you will ever know, but I am naked here now and for the rest of my
life whether either of us likes it or not because of the action you took."

   Mrs Daly was speechless.  Her face reddened in anger and her mouth
opened and shut a few times like a goldfish in an attempt to find words. 
Then suddenly her expression softened and the colour drained from her
cheeks.

   "You know what, you're right dear," she replied with some sadness while
touching Casey's upper arm.  "I have failed you.  I was thinking of the
college's reputation and all of the other students but I didn't stop for a
moment to consider you and how you would be affected.  Sure, you did a very
silly and crass thing but I should have given you the chance to redeem
yourself.  Instead you have paid a very high price for what you did.  Much
higher than you deserved.  You have my apology and my sympathy, but you
have also earned my respect.  You could have given up and stayed at home in
your shame.  Instead you're back here to finish your diploma, and for that
you are to be commended.  As far as I'm concerned you have redeemed
yourself, and with no thanks to me."

   "I-err...  thanks Mrs Daly," Casey replied, now feeling bad for what she
had said.

   "That's ok dear.  Now I'm sure you have a class to get to?"

   "I do.  Thank you Mrs Daly."

   "Oh my God..." Amelia stated in disbelief once they got out of Mrs
Daly's earshot.  "She does have a heart after all."

   Casey just smiled.  She almost couldn't believe she'd gotten away with
speaking her mind, and while it turned out ok, in retrospect she probably
just should have kept her mouth shut.  Still, she was miffed by Mrs Daly's
condescending remarks when she had indeed played a significant part in
causing Casey's current situation.

   In class Casey felt slightly more relaxed sitting down behind a desk and
therefore showing less of her body, but it was obvious that her male
teacher was still uncomfortable with being able to see her naked breasts.
He seemed to be going out of his way to only look into her eyes when he
spoke but she caught him once or twice looking at her tits while she had
her eyes down and then he'd quickly look away when she glanced up again. 
Dirty bastard.  He was older than her father!  Casey then realised a lot of
her webcam viewers were probably his age or even older and the thought made
her feel slightly ill.

   At morning tea time she was again hit with several requests for selfies.
Each one felt like it took a little piece of her humanity but she consoled
herself with the realisation that the vast majority were at least viewing
her nudity in a positive light.  Sure, some of them were probably just
perves but most seemed to treat her as some kind of celebrity.  There were
even some girls wanting selfies with her.  She loathed the attention just
the same but it could have been a lot worse if it was all mean she
supposed.

   At lunchtime she attracted a crowd in the cafeteria.  Greg arrived and
saw what was going on and immediately started pushing and threatening to
punch peoples' lights out if they didn't fuck off.  Casey was alarmed that
a fight might break out and quickly stepped in to calm Greg down.

   "Greg.  GREG!  It's ok.  They just want pictures with me.  That's to be
expected.  I'm probably the first nude girl on campus they've ever seen. 
Hell, maybe the first nude girl many of them have ever seen full stop. 
Just let them get it out of their systems."

   Without missing a beat Greg turned back to the people wanting selfies.

   "Ok everyone!  Form a line!" Greg ordered.  "Anyone who pushes or anyone
who disrespects Casey in any way will have me to deal with!"

   Greg was quite formidable with his linebacker body so people quickly
obeyed.  He then took up position beside Casey like her own personal
bodyguard and glared at people.

   "OMG Casey you're so beautiful."

   "You're so brave.  I wish I could be like you."

   "Thanks so much for letting me get a selfie."

   "You're amazing!"

   "I like your shaved look.  I wish my girlfriend would do that."

   "You can tell you work out.  Any tips?"

   The queue was almost endless.  Casey barely had time to eat some lunch
in between photos before returning to class.  At least there wouldn't be
"upskirts" to deal with.  There was no more skirt to "up" after all, even
if there was still a blackmailer.  Anyone who cared to look could see
anything they wanted now, and plenty were taking advantage of the
opportunity.  It was mortifying, even more so pretending she was cool with
it.  Casey could only hope they got bored with her soon enough and she
could go back to a normal life.  Well, as normal as it ever could be now as
a full time nudist in a clothed world, with a not so secret career as a
porn star.

   Once classes had finished for the day she was again swarmed by dozens of
people wanting selfies which made her feel like she was fending off
paparazzi as she fought her way to Jolene's car.

   "What the fuck is going on?" Jolene asked as Casey got in.

   "It seems I have fans," Casey laughed.  The absurdity of it all almost
made her forget that she was naked for a while, but also the close
proximity of so many people had shielded her somewhat so she didn't feel
quite as exposed.  She definitely felt a lot less anxious than she had that
morning, but that wasn't to say she was at all comfortable now.

   Jolene looked a bit worried as she pulled out onto the road.  She hadn't
anticipated that Casey would draw so much attention.  Sure, she'd just made
the decision that her sister was going to become a nudist and a porn star,
and her popularity was good for that reason, but she hadn't really
considered what that popularity might mean for day to day living.  She
shrugged and decided it was probably still a good thing in the greater
scheme of things.

   Once they got home Jolene asked Casey how she was going with her pussy
stretching exercises.

   "Have you had another try with the bat again yet?" Jolene asked her.

   "Arr...  no, not yet."

   "Is it time for another attempt do you think?"

   "Um...  ok.  Maybe after dinner in my room before the cam session?"

   "I was thinking more like now, out on the coffee table again."

   "In front of you?"

   "Yes, I want to see how you're going with the bat.  Maybe try lots of
baby oil again?"

   Casey was shocked that she'd have to do that in front of her sister, or
that Jolene would be at all interested in watching.  It was bad enough
doing it for any audience, but an audience of one was somehow worse, and an
audience of one who you were related to was ten times worse than that.  Her
skin crawled at the thought.  Nevertheless, it was an order, and as an
Indent she knew she couldn't refuse it.

   Soon she had her body covered in baby oil again and was inserting the
dildos one by one.  Even the "smaller" ones felt huge.  Finally she had the
largest one in again.  It was slightly easier this time but still took some
effort.  Casey thought it was more the technique that she'd learned rather
than any change in her anatomy that allowed it to go into her.

   Jolene kept watching and instructing her to put her legs further apart,
hold the dildo from behind so her hand didn't block the view of her pussy,
lean back further and so on.  Casey realised Jolene wasn't watching for her
own gratification but was instead teaching her how to perform.  She didn't
know if that was more humiliating or less though.  She was still totally
naked and openly displaying her hairless vagina to her sister while
inserting large objects into it, and now she was about to have an orgasm!

   "Ok, try the bat now before you cum," Jolene instructed after seeing
Casey's legs starting to shake.

   Casey pulled the dildo out and then picked up the bat.  She held it with
both hands and tried working it around her opening.

   "I think stand up and put the end of the handle on the ground, and then
try to push down onto it," Jolene suggested.

   Casey obeyed but it was no use.  She couldn't even get it started.  She
had almost all of her weight on it so her feet were only just touching for
balance and there was still no give.  She looked up at Jolene.

   "Not going to happen?" Jolene asked.  "Never mind.  We'll just keep
practising every day until you get it.  Go back to the biggest dildo again
for now and relieve some of that frustration you poor thing."

   Casey hated it when Jolene treated her like she wanted to do any of
this, like she was some sort of wanton slut.  But on the other hand here
she was, naked and masturbating in front of her so if she wasn't one in
spirit, she certainly was in body.

   She stuck the big dildo onto the coffee table using its suction cap and
straddled over it again, spreading nice and wide as Jolene had taught her.
Then she lowered herself onto it until she felt her pussy accept it, and
then slowly squatted up and down until she came, which as usual didn't take
long.  There was something about taking a large object that caused just the
right amount of contact with her clitoris to send her over the edge
quickly, but without so much contact that it made her jumpy.

   As the orgasm took hold, a thought popped into her head that if her life
had to be about humiliation and self-degradation it could be a lot worse.
As she recovered, she felt disgusted with herself that she had that
thought. Was it only two weeks ago she was still a virgin and had barely
ever masturbated before?  Now here she was trying to fit a baseball bat
into her vagina in front of people.  None of this could actually be
happening could it?  Surely any minute she would wake up in a cold sweat
and breathe a sigh of relief as she realised it was all just a dream?

   Imagining herself as a porn star helped her enjoy her webcam session
more than usual but afterwards she felt slightly depressed as she realised
she was starting to forget who she was.  The edge between the real Casey
and porn star Casey was starting to blur.  Real Casey used to protest
loudly in the forefront of her mind, shouting at her that being naked was
shameful and having orgasms in front of people was wrong.  Now she just
seemed to passively lurk in the background just enough to remind her that
she was still there and make her feel guilty and constantly ashamed.  Could
she ever forget that girl?  Did she want to?  It would make sense to forget
her.  Her life was mapped out now and there seemed little possibility it
would ever be different, but maybe it wasn't that simple?  Maybe there was
always hope?  Maybe forgetting who she used to be would be disingenuous and
would only work for so long before she had some kind of break down?  The
trick might be to talk her around into evolving into something new.  The
registered nudist porn star Casey blended with the real Casey, but without
any of the guilt or shame.  But how?

   Her thoughts continued to trouble her as she went to bed.  She realised
she was mourning her old life which might be the first step in moving
forward, but somehow it still felt sad and wrong just the same.  Being
naked all the time and doing all this sex stuff should never be normal or
ok, but there was no changing any of that now.  Like it or loathe it this
was her life.  Would she be happier if she just accepted it or would she
feel like she'd been broken and the light would eventually go out in her
eyes if she did?  Somehow she had to find a way to make all this her
choice. Right now though it wasn't.  She'd been forced into it and she knew
it.  There was no changing that.  Still, it had only been a few weeks which
wasn't nearly enough time to establish a "new normal".  She needed to at
least give herself time.  She knew that much.



   Casey's Fall Ch.  23

   Jolene had class today which meant Casey would have to ride her bike to
Tech.  She had mixed feelings about that.  She loved her bike but knew that
she would suffer harassment by cars driving by and sometimes also by men
walking or cycling on the bikeways.  She had a route plotted out to
minimise her exposure to vehicular traffic which she hoped would get her
by. It wasn't totally perfect as it turned out.  Cars still honked whenever
she was within visibility of a road but it was so distant and impersonal
she was able to shrug it off.  Other than that it was completely uneventful
which pleased her a lot.  At least now she had biking in her life again.

   She arrived early enough to get some laps in.  It still felt weird to
feel everything jiggling and bouncing but it was good to run on her old
track again, and being nice and early meant few other people were around to
see her.

   Students started arriving as she went to her locker to shower and
prepare for class though.  She expected to be swarmed by "paparazzi" again,
and while there were still several selfie requests, it wasn't quite as bad
as yesterday.  She hoped it stayed that way, particularly after class since
she only had her bike and wouldn't be able to get into a car for shelter.

   "Hey Casey-girl," said Cassandra as she walked into the locker room. 
"How you findin' being bare-ass naked in class?"

   "Oh hi Cassandra," Casey replied.  "It still feels a little weird I
guess."

   "A lot fucking weird," she added in her head.

   "Ain't no need for you to be worrying about none of that.  You're
rocking a gorgeous figure girl."

   "Um...  ok thanks," Casey replied, still not sure if Cassandra was being
genuine or fucking with her somehow.

   "Look, I gotta apologise again for my bitches actin' the way they did on
Friday.  They don't get it but I do.  You're living your truth and you got
the balls to do it.  I respect that ok?" Cassandra said, holding her fist
out towards Casey.

   Casey returned the fist-bump but still wasn't completely certain about
what Cassandra's motives were.

   "Ok, I got class but you take care," Cassandra said in departure,
leaving Casey looking and feeling slightly puzzled.

   The next few classes passed without too much harassment other than a few
more selfie requests in between.  Then just before lunch Casey jumped when
she heard her name over the PA.

   "Casey Reine, please report to the Dean's office at lunchtime."

   Oh no!  What had she done now?  Had she somehow blown her final chance?
Had the Dean changed her mind about letting her study?  She thought she
might die while waiting for her lunch break and then during the long walk
to the Dean's office.  It felt like she was walking "the green mile" to her
execution, only naked as well.

   "Ahh Miss Reine," said Dean Bernstein as Casey entered.  "Come straight
through."

   Casey was almost trembling as she walked through into the Dean's office.

   "Please take a seat," the Dean requested.  "So how have you been going
with your studies now that you are a full time nudist?  Is it everything as
you hoped it would be?"

   "Um...  it's ok I guess.  It all seems a bit surreal though," Casey
replied almost truthfully.  The full truth was that it was still a waking
nightmare for her.

   "I've heard reports that you've become quite popular with the students
and a lot of them are photographing you.  Are you being harassed?"

   "Um...  there have been cameras," Casey replied tentatively, hoping this
wouldn't be cause for the Dean to expel her again.  "I wouldn't say they
were harassing me though.  It's a little bit annoying but they just want to
get selfies with me.  It's kind of the modern equivalent of an autograph. I
figure it's better to let them get it out of their systems so eventually I
become old news.  My boyfriend is acting as my bodyguard if anyone gets out
of line."

   "That would be Mr Gregory Campbell from the football team?"

   "Yes that's him."

   "I imagine he would be a rather effective bodyguard.  Good for you.  Ok,
the reason I got you in here was because I've been contacted by the Bigtown
Gazette who would like to do an interview with you.  Apparently they saw
you cycling in this morning and followed you to the gate."

   "Oh God!  I'm so sorry Dean.  I had no idea I was being followed."

   "That's quite alright.  You're not in any trouble as such.  I agreed to
pass on the information to you so you could decide whether or not you
wanted to proceed, but I would encourage you to do so.  It could help
relieve any misunderstandings the public may have about you or what you are
doing here, which might also be good for the school if it was handled the
right way."

   Casey thought about it.  It could also mean a lot more unwanted
publicity for her.

   "If you do decide to proceed," Dean Bernstein continued, "I'll have
Leanne attend the interview with you as the college's media representative.
We have a relationship with the Gazette and can ensure you are not
misquoted or asked anything inappropriate that may damage your reputation
or the school's."

   "Um...  that's very kind of you Dean Bernstein.  I think I'd like to
think about it a bit and discuss it with my sister first if that's ok?"

   "Of course!  You just let us know if and when you'd like to proceed and
we'll tee up a mutually convenient time."

   Casey made her way to the cafeteria to quickly get some lunch before it
was time to get back to class.  Greg was there waiting.

   "What was that all about?" he asked.

   "Apparently the local news want to do an interview with me.  I'm not
sure I want to do it," Casey replied.

   "I got you a burger and chips," Greg said.  "They should still be warm.
Nah, I can't say I'd want to do an interview either.  Journos can't be
trusted."

   "Oh thanks!" Casey replied and started stuffing chips into her hungry
mouth.  "The Dean thinks they can be trusted and they want to send the
college's media representative along with me to make sure everything stays
above board.  She was being weirdly nice to me so I expect she thinks it
would be good for the college if I did it."

   "C-can I get a selfie with you?" an obviously nervous boy suddenly
butted in.

   "Fuck...  off...  now..." Greg responded while glaring at him
menacingly.

   "It's ok Greg," Casey giggled as she turned to the boy.  "Be quick now
though.  I'm starving and we were in the middle of a conversation here."

   "Oh sorry.  Thanks very much," the boy replied.  Casey smiled as he held
his phone up to take the shot.

   "Now where were we?" Casey continued.  "Oh yeah, interview.  Yeah, I'm
not sure I want to do it but I'll see what Jolene thinks I guess."

   "I wouldn't do it but you let me know if I can help ok?"

   "Thanks Greg," Casey replied.  "You're such a sweetie!"

   The rest of the day passed for what was as close to normal that a naked
girl in a clothed society could hope for, and soon it was time to go to
Mark's for her Tuesday shoot.

   She wondered what Mark would have in store for her today as she cycled
over.  More public nudity maybe?  More nipple clamps or stretching her
pussy lips?  She decided it didn't matter as long as he didn't bring up
nipple piercing again.  She would just wait and see.

   "Oh hey Casey," Mark greeted her as she arrived, and then noticing her
slightly sweaty state.  "Oh, I might get you to take a shower and re-do
your hair and makeup before we start."

   "Hi Mark," Casey replied.  "Yes no problems.  I was kind of expecting
that.  It's been warm lately."

   "I loved your show on Sunday.  It was possibly the hottest thing I've
ever seen!"

   "Oh...  ok...  Thanks," Casey replied, blushing at the memory and not
really knowing how to respond.

   Gillian helped Casey prepare and then led her through to the studio.

   "Ok, today I thought we'd start with some standard glamour shots and
then move on to a speculum," Mark informed her.  "Have you used a speculum
before?"

   "A what now?" Casey asked.

   Mark got the device out and showed it to her.

   "Oh yeah," Casey responded, recognising it.  "I think my gyno uses those
when I get my pap smears.  Am I having a medical procedure?  Is a doctor
coming?"

   "No, nothing like that," Mark assured her with a laugh.  "It just allows
us to see your cervix so I can get a few shots inside you.  Is that ok?"

   Casey was completely aghast.  Wasn't seeing everything outside her body
enough already?  Did he have to see inside it too?  Then she remembered she
was the girl who would "do anything" so saying no wasn't an option.

   "Sure," she replied, feeling slightly sick at the thought.

   Soon she was on her back with her legs wide open and the speculum inside
her as Mark came in close to photograph her cervix.  It wasn't the most
comfortable sensation physically or mentally and she was more than glad
when it was finally over.

   "Now I've got something else for you.  Do you know what this is?" Mark
said while holding up what looked like an oxygen mask.

   "An oxygen mask?" Casey replied.

   Mark laughed.  "No, it's a pussy pump.  You put this over your
vagina..."

   "Wait, you're not going to pump air into me are you?" Casey asked in
alarm.

   "No, it works on suction," Mark replied matter-of-factly.

   "So what's it do?"

   "Well, it draws more blood into your pussy and makes everything more
sensitive.  I think you'll like it.  Wanna give it a try?"

   "Sure, why not," replied the ever faithful Casey "I'll do anything"
Reine.

   She learnt that she first had to apply a coating of lube around her
pubic area in order to create a good seal.  Then she started pumping out
the air as Mark's camera kept clicking around her.

   The sensation was a curious one.  Not unpleasant she decided.  There was
kind of a pressure and a tingling all at once.  As she continued pumping,
the sensations increased until it reached a point where she felt incredibly
aroused even though she wasn't even touching herself.

   OMG, was she about to have an orgasm?  Yes she was.  There was no
stopping it.  She looked down and saw her nipples harden suddenly.  Then
her body stiffened, goose bumps spread everywhere and every muscle spasmed
all at once.  Strangely there was no screaming this time.  It felt like a
warmth that slowly started spreading over her body, then it gained speed,
and then she saw stars.

   As it subsided, she pumped a few more times and felt the same sensation
return, and then another orgasm exactly the same as the first.  She
continued pumping several more times and felt like she was in a dream.  Her
whole body felt light and tingly like she was slightly drunk but aroused at
the same time.

   "That's wonderful Casey," Mark suddenly interrupted.  "I'd love to let
you go on but unfortunately we're running out of time so we might have to
call it there."

   OMG!  How long had she been doing it for?  She'd completely lost track
of time and even now she felt almost sad to stop.  She felt dreamy and warm
all over and could have laid there for hours like that.

   Reluctantly she released the pressure, removed the pump from her mound
and then stood up.  She took a step but then something felt wrong.  She
could still feel something between her legs.  She glanced down to see if
she'd forgotten to remove part of the apparatus or something.

   "Oh my God what the fuck is that?" she thought.  Her clit was swollen up
like a small penis and her labia looked like something from the offal bin
at the butcher's, and everything was bright red!

   "Um...  how long does this take to go away?" she asked Mark with some
concern.

   "Oh, you should be fine in an hour or two.  It's not permanent or
anything."

   Casey was slightly relieved to hear that but then remembered she still
had to ride her bike home!  OMG!  How was she going to go out in public,
let alone sit on a bike saddle like this?  Maybe sitting down would draw
less attention to the redness and her comically inflated labia, but would
she actually be able to sit on her genitals while they were so swollen? 
They didn't feel painful though, and she was all out of other options so
there was only one thing for it - try.

   When she first sat on her bike and positioned herself on the saddle it
just felt like she was wearing overly padded bike shorts.  Ok, weird but
doable.  However, as soon as she put her feet on the pedals, she felt that
warm and tingly feeling again like the pussy pump was still attached.  Ok,
maybe that wouldn't be so bad either.  She would just have to make sure she
concentrated a bit harder so she wasn't cycling in "la-la land" and
accidentally crashed her bike.

   It all sounded good in theory but she'd barely made it 100 metres before
she felt an orgasm coming on.  She quickly stopped her bike in the middle
of the path and stood on the ground straddling the top bar but it was too
late.  She was covered in goose bumps again and her nipples were so hard
they were almost painful.  She braced herself with both hands on the
handlebars and panted heavily as waves of pleasure washed over her.  A lady
approached her to ask if she was ok and all Casey could do was silently nod
and wave her on.

   On her next attempt she managed to get a little further than the first
time but then she had to stop and cum again.  By the third orgasm she
realised it was going to be a very long and slow journey home, and it was.
Each attempt only got her another 100 or 200 metres before the inevitable
orgasm, and as embarrassing as it was to be having orgasms in public, they
felt so wonderful she also shamefully found herself looking forward to them
each time.

   Finally she made it home and drank three huge glasses of water in a row
and then lay down on her bed until Jolene arrived.

   "Are you home Casey?" Jolene called out.

   "In my room," she replied.

   "How was school and Mark's today?" Jolene asked as she appeared at
Casey's door.  "OMG!  What the fuck happened to your minge?  Did you hurt
yourself?"

   "Mark happened," Casey replied, still in somewhat of a dreamlike state.
"He had me use a thing called a pussy pump and it left me like this."

   "OMG," Jolene said again.  "Does it hurt?  Will it go away?"

   "No pain at all actually.  He said it should go down in a few hours but
so far it hasn't changed at all.  That's why I'm lying down."

   "Ok.  Um...  Takeaway for dinner then?"

   "Sounds great!"

   Jolene ordered their meals by phone and they sat down to eat once it
arrived.

   "I got called into the Dean's office today," Casey announced.

   "Oh?  Were you in any trouble?"

   "No, but apparently the Bigtown Gazette wants to interview me.  The Dean
said the college media representative would join me to make sure it all
stays above board but I'm not sure if we should do it."

   "Interesting...  Yes, I think it would be great publicity for your
career.  I want you to do it."

   "Actually, I don't think the Dean would be happy if I mentioned my
career.  It'd probably get me kicked out, but people are probably going to
Google me anyway so they'll find me that way.  Hopefully that doesn't get
back to the Dean before I graduate or it still might."

   "Hmm...  Yes, I see.  I think if the Dean did try to kick you out for
anything you were doing extra-curricular, we could fight it and win, but if
they published that information in the paper from an interview conducted at
the college it might be a different story.  On that basis you're kind of
representing the college.  Hmm...  I still think it's worth doing the
interview anyway though.  You're right that plenty of people will still
Google you.  Just be a bit tactful if that particular subject comes up."

   Casey didn't want to do it but reluctantly agreed.  Like it or not, she
was a porn star now and it was only so long before that information became
public knowledge anyway, and when it did, it would indirectly benefit her
whether she liked her career or not.  She just hoped the timing would work
out at least.

   Once they had finished eating, to Casey's great relief most of the
swelling had at last subsided leaving just a little redness.

   "Are you up for some more practice?" Jolene asked.

   Casey had no desire whatsoever to practise putting enormous dildos into
her naked pussy in front of her sister again, especially after already
having multiple orgasms on the bike ride home, but she obeyed and got the
dildo set out along with the baseball bat.  There was still no way the
baseball bat was going in and Jolene dismissed her after twenty minutes of
trying.  Casey gladly put them away again and prepared for her webcam
session.

   Later in bed Casey thought about the pussy pump again.  It was an
amazing sensation but the downside was the state it left her pussy in,
which wasn't exactly ideal for a girl who was always nude.  Perhaps she
could get one that she could use at night when no one else would see her
using it?  On the other hand, her nightly webcam sessions usually involved
several orgasms anyway so maybe that was more than enough already?  But
then she was a porn star now so was there such a thing as too much sex? 
Maybe she could use it during some of her webcam sessions?  It took kind of
a lot of pumping to build up the pressure though which the viewers might
find boring, but maybe she could start before she turned the camera on?  It
still wouldn't compare to the Lush in terms of viewer participation.  Oh
hell, it wasn't like they were short of money these days.  She would get
one anyway and play it by ear.  That way it would be there whenever the
mood or opportunity struck.

   For now she really needed to get some sleep before another nude day at
Tech tomorrow.  It was so awful being a nudist, especially when you were
the only one, but at least people seemed to be slowly giving her less
attention now.  That was good on one hand but on the other it meant that
her naked body was now such a common sight that it no longer raised
eyebrows.  That ironically made her feel even cheaper...



   Casey's Fall Ch.  24

   Casey braced herself for the inevitable honking from cars as she put her
backpack on and mounted her bike for the trip to Tech.  She still felt all
wrong heading outside of the house totally nude and kept thinking she'd
forgotten something, like maybe she'd left the iron on.  Of course, the
only time she needed an iron these days was to iron Jolene's clothes. 
Casey didn't even own clothes anymore.  Her bedroom closet was completely
devoid of clothing, not even any underwear.  It was now just a place to
keep her dildo collection and the damned baseball bat she was supposed to
fit into her vagina one day.

   After her run and shower she checked with the Dean's office to let them
know she would like to do the newspaper interview.  There were only a few
students about as she made her way there through the halls but she still
felt conspicuous as the breeze touched her bare skin while she walked.

   She found the Dean's PA at her desk.

   "Hi Leanne," Casey greeted.

   "Casey, what can I do for you?" Leanne replied.

   "Um...  I think I'd like to do that interview with the Gazette after
all. Is that still ok?"

   "Yes, sure.  What time would suit you?"

   "Well I have a spare period tomorrow morning after morning tea.  Would
that be too soon?"

   "Um...  I don't think so.  I'll have to check first though.  I'll send
you a text if it's a problem."

   "The Dean said you wanted to be there as well?" Casey asked.

   "Yes, that's right," Leanne replied.  Then she glanced around and stood
up to look out the window before looking back at Casey.  "Look, just
between you and me, she's seriously unhappy about you being a nudist.  She
only wants you to do the interview as publicity for the school but she'll
have a serious melt-down if anything gets said that doesn't paint the
school or the students in a positive light.  That's why she wants me
there."

   "I understand, and hopefully that won't be a problem." Casey assured.

   "No...  well I know the reporter and she's usually ok.  I'll just step
in and stop it if she starts asking the wrong questions.  You might just
still need to be careful how you answer some of them."

   "No worries.  Understood.  Ok, well I better start making my way to
class if that's all?" Casey asked.

   "Yes, that should all be fine unless you hear otherwise from me.  Have a
good day now.  I'll see you around morning tea time tomorrow."

   "Ok thanks.  Yes, see you again then."

   Casey didn't like this.  She didn't like being nude and she definitely
didn't like being noticed.  Becoming famous for being nude was possibly her
worst nightmare, assuming she could ever have considered such a scenario or
could have ever imagined it might be a possibility in her life.

   As she made her way to class there were now a lot more students about,
but to her great relief few of them looked up at her as she passed. 
Perhaps at last she was becoming old news?  She could only hope.

   "Hey Casey-girl!  How you doin'?"

   It was Cassandra going past in the opposite direction holding her fist
out.  Casey was still uncertain where Cassandra stood in all of this.  She
did appear to be being unusually nice since the party on Friday night but
you could never be certain with Cassandra.  She returned the fist-bump just
the same.

   "I gotta get to class right now but maybe we get together sometime
soon?" Cassandra asked.

   "Um...  ok.  I guess.  Sure..." Casey replied, still not sure about her.

   "Ok, laters!"

   "See ya'."

   After that and through her next class it was 'situation normal - just
another naked day in college' until she made her way to the cafeteria at
lunchtime.  She was almost there when she heard her name being called from
behind her.

   "Casey?"

   "Yes?" Casey replied, turning to see a girl she knew was a fresher
approaching her.

   "Um...  My name's Karen and I just wanted to thank you for what you're
doing.  You've changed my life."

   "Oh?"

   "I'm like you down there," she said with an embarrassed nod to Casey's
crotch.  "I thought there was something wrong with me until I saw you.  I
don't think I'd ever have the courage to become a nudist but I'm glad you
did.  If I hadn't seen there was someone else like me, and with no hang-ups
about it, I probably would have gone my whole life without letting a boy
see me or touch me.  Now I feel like I'll be ok."

   "Oh ok..."

   Casey wasn't sure how to respond to that but she was quite moved by
Karen's words.  She had apparently changed a life, unintentionally sure,
but that was probably the first positive thing that had come out of any of
this.  She knew how embarrassed she was about her own anatomy.  How much
comfort could it have been if she had known there was someone else just
like her all along?

   After they bid each other farewell, Casey started wondering how many
more girls out there might have protruding inner labia and how many of them
had the same hang-up about it.

   Greg had some football stuff on at lunch so she got her meal and then
sat down alone in the cafeteria and started Googling.  What she read at
first surprised her and then it made her angry.

   She learnt that there were nine types of female genitalia and all except
for two had visible labia minora in some form.  The most common of all
types had protruding or dangly bits just like hers!  In fact, the LEAST
common was the smooth "Barbie vagina", yet everyone regarded it as the
normal one and what a woman "should" look like.  Why was this so?

   The first possibility was that prior to puberty most vaginas looked
pretty much the same.  Once puberty began, the labia minora started growing
and changing shape, so by adulthood there were lots of different shapes and
sizes, and they were all normal!  The next problem was that few adult women
ever got to see another adult woman's vulva, or at least enough to make an
educated judgement.  Men and boys were at a similar disadvantage.

   What most people did get to see though was classic art and soft core
porn, both of which had been shaped by the patriarchy.  Greek statues and
renaissance art never showed the vulva, not even so much as a crease, yet
penises were literally everywhere.  Female sexuality was considered too
vulgar, too obscene.  It needed to be hidden away and covered.  Erased from
existence.  Yet male sexuality was displayed openly and proudly.

   The trend continued into modern times where protruding labia was
considered too graphic to pass the censor.  The patriarchy had taken the
natural female form and called it an obscenity!  Soft core porn producers
digitally altered vulvas to "heal them to a single crease" to get around
the restrictions, so the "Barbie vagina" became the only vagina most people
ever saw.  Even women working in hard core porn were cast because they had
such anatomies naturally, not to pass censorship restrictions, but because
they looked like what it was considered a woman should look like.  If they
didn't, they soon went under the knife to make it so just so they could get
the work.

   The result of all that social conditioning was now every year thousands
of girls around the world, some as young as fifteen, were having cosmetic
surgery to trim their labia because of insecurities about what they thought
their bodies should look like.  It was mind-boggling.

   Casey put her phone down and stared up at the wall with tears of rage in
her eyes.  The patriarchy had done this.  They had tried to erase female
sexuality.  They had shamed and humiliated women into submission.  They had
taken natural female bodies and turned them into something obscene that
should be hidden away, and all for the sake of fear and control.  This shit
just wouldn't do.

   As she went to class she found herself walking angrily and unashamed. 
She had found a meaningful purpose to her nudity and it was an empowering
one.  She was even glad now that she had no pubic hair.  "Let them see me,"
she decided.  "Let them see all of me!"

   She and women everywhere had been fooled by a fake belief system held up
by centuries of ignorance, fear and hate.  It was time that shit got turned
around and the foolers became the fooled instead.  If those motherfuckers
were happy to pay money to see her then she was going to take every fucking
cent they had and show them one "obscene" vagina they would only ever have
in their dreams!  For everyone else, well they got to see what a real woman
looked like in all of her sensual, sexual glory.

   Later as she practised her pussy stretching in front of Jolene again,
she tried harder than she ever had before to get the baseball bat in and
then burst into tears when she was once again unsuccessful.

   "It's ok Casey," Jolene said trying to console her.  "You'll get it one
day.  I know you will."

   "Damn right I will," Casey thought to herself.

   As she went to wash the baby oil off, she looked at herself in the
bathroom mirror.

   She looked at her breasts and squeezed them a little.  Small as they
were, they were hers and they were normal.  Her nipples were normal, the
shape was normal and they were exactly the size they were supposed to be.
For her.  She gave her nipples a gentle pinch and let her eyes travel down
her body.

   It was a good body, a fit body, and so far it had served her well. 
Perhaps Cassandra was right when she said she had nothing to be ashamed of?

   She twisted around so she could see the butt-plug.  She had a great ass
and maybe the butt-plug looked kind of cute?  She was starting to get used
to it being there now she thought.

   She took in her pussy.  Sure the lack of public hair wasn't normal, but
everything else she now knew was, so maybe her lack of pubic hair was a
good thing?  Maybe giving people the opportunity to see what women actually
looked like under the hair was necessary?  Maybe it was even sexy having no
pubes and "beef curtains"?  She took one in each hand and stretched them
down.  They could stretch a surprisingly long way.  It gave her an idea.

   She went to her bedroom and opened her closet to reveal the full length
mirror inside the door.  Then she hunted around in the box for the set of
nipple clamps Jolene had recently bought for her but she was yet to use. 
Ahah!  Found them!  Then she attached one to each of her pussy lips and
looked in the mirror.  The weight of the chain pulled on them slightly
which made them hang more than usual.  It wasn't an unpleasant sensation
either.  What would more weight be like?  What could she use?  The gym!

   She took the clamps off and went to the gym set Jolene had set up in in
a spare room but almost never used.  She gathered up a four small 1kg
weight plates and took them back to her room, then threaded one onto the
chain and clipped it back onto her pussy lips.  Now they were really
hanging, but could she take more?

   She decided to find out and threaded the other three onto the chain. 
She rested the weights on her bed and squatted as she clipped the chain
back on, and then stood up holding onto the chain with one hand.  Then she
slowly lowered it and let it go as her pussy lips took the weight.  She
could really feel it dragging on her now.  She kept her legs apart and
waddled around to face the mirror to see what it looked like.  OMG!  They
were really long now, much longer than she would have ever expected.  She
moved her hips back and forth and watched as the mass swayed between her
legs.

   Then she looked up at her face.  She was shocked as she took in her
whole form.  Naked, blonde and with weights attached to her labia.  This
was a different Casey.  One she didn't know yet.  She reached between her
legs and put a finger into her vagina while looking straight into her own
eyes.  She made a few sex faces just to see what she looked like doing them
and then realised she was getting quite wet.  She started masturbating with
increased vigour while letting the weights between her legs swing, all the
while staring at her face in the mirror.  As the orgasm came she forced
herself to keep her eyes open so she could continue watching her face in
the throes of ecstasy.  It was a curious sensation, like she was making her
reflection her bitch but also forcing herself to see her as she really was
now.

   Later she repeated the performance for the webcam but with the Lush
inside her at the same time.  There were a lot of tips.