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 �>�The Girl who didn -(TM)t change By Molly McMann

   THE GIRL WHO DIDN -(TM)T CHANGE, PART THREE

   Jamie woke the next morning with Sam -(TM)s long arm draped over her. 
She watched Sam sleep as long as she could, but she had to get up and go
take another test. Carrying her purse and sandals, Jamie tiptoed out the
door and went to her own room for the first time since the previous morning
 -" and there at last was her precious yellow dress.  She had lingered too
long in bed with Sam and was running late so she hurried through her
shower, dried her hair only halfway and didn -(TM)t bother with makeup or
jewelry. Before she dashed out the door, Jamie grabbed her dress off of its
hanger and threw it over her arm.  She remained naked as she ran down the
stairway to the first floor, and there she put on her dress just before
pushing out the door into the morning sunshine. Having been nude so much of
the previous day, Jamie felt a little strange being clothed again.  Her
dress was quite skimpy compared to what she -(TM)d been used to virtually
all of her life  -"yet now it felt oddly confining.  And although the girls
and boys she passed still smiled at her, it was nothing like the
open-mouthed stares she got when she was naked.  But not being stared at
was good, wasn -(TM)t it?  After all, Jamie just wanted to fit in with the
crowd and not be the center of attention.  Didn -(TM)t she? Between tests,
as Jamie walked from one building to the next, she half-feared and
half-hoped that Sam would show up to strip her dress off of her over some
arbitrary rule or other.  Not that Jamie wanted to have to go naked in
public again, she told herself.  It was just that she loved how Sam looked
at her. During her second test, Jamie thought ahead about what she would do
afterwards.  She -(TM)d go back to the dorm and undress in the stairwell.
She -(TM)d go upstairs to Sam -(TM)s room and knock on the door  -" making
a show of obediently handing over the dress.  And then, finally  -" perhaps
after making love first  -" perhaps that is when they would finally talk
about their relationship, and what would happen in four days. Distracted by
these plans, Jamie did not do quite as well as she should have on her
chemistry test, but that was the least of her concerns at the moment.  When
the test was over, she hurried down the sidewalk along the edge of campus,
and was about to turn the corner onto the lane that led to the dorm when
she stopped.  She stood looking down the street where the cluster of shops,
bars, bookstores and coffeehouses began. As her frilly yellow dress
billowed in the summer breeze, Jamie had . . .  an idea.  A crazy idea.  An
idea so tantalizing she knew it would make Sam think twice about leaving
Jamie for some stupid job.  Instead of turning toward the dorm, she walked
on until she was in front of the little dress shop again.  -�May I help
you? -� asked a clerk  -" a different one than before.  -�I hope so, -�
Jamie said.   -�Could I return something that I bought yesterday and have
barely worn? -�  -�If you have your receipt and the item is still clean and
undamaged. -�  -�It -(TM)s this dress that I -(TM)m wearing, -� Jamie said,
fishing around in her little red purse for the receipt.  -�Well it looks
good as new, -� the clerk said.   -�Do you want to exchange it for
something else? -�  -�No, I just want to return it. -� Jamie slipped off
the dress and draped it over the counter.  Now naked, she handed the clerk
her receipt. The clerk was so flustered she kept making mistakes as she
fumbled through the transaction on her cash register, all the while
stealing a dozen glances at Jamie.   -�Um, I -(TM)m supposed to ask, -� she
said as she handed Jamie her refund.   -�Is there a reason for the return?
Anything wrong with the merchandise? -�  -�Oh, no, -� Jamie said.   -�There
-(TM)s nothing wrong with the dress.  It -(TM)s just that I -(TM)ve decided
to go naked all the time from now on, so I really don -(TM)t need to own
clothing. -� After savoring a few seconds of the clerk -(TM)s reaction,
Jamie turned on her heels and strode away.  She intended to cross the
street and head back to the dorm, but the light had just changed so she had
to stand there on the corner barely ten steps from the dress shop -(TM)s
sidewalk cash register. Forced to wait, Jamie had second thoughts.  Why was
she doing this?  She just wanted to be naked in front of Sam, not everyone
else too.  Sam would definitely be impressed, but did Jamie want to do this
for four days straight?  She could turn around right now and go back to the
clerk  -" who was still gawking at her.  She could say she changed her mind
and wanted her dress back.  Or she could say it was all just a joke  -" a
dare that some friends made her do, and having completed the dare she could
now buy her dress back. Then she imagined Sam -(TM)s reaction when Jamie
told her she -(TM)d returned her dress and now had no clothing at all  -"
and therefore had no choice but to go nude everywhere.  Sam would be so
bowled over by this that surely she would reconsider her plans.  It was all
Jamie could think of to do. The light changed and Jamie had the walk sign.
Without a look back and wearing nothing but her sandals, jewelry and
sunglasses, she stepped off the curb and crossed the street in front of a
row of cars waiting at the light. On the corner opposite the dress shop was
a popular coffeehouse with outdoor seating.  Jamie was going to walk
straight past as quickly as possible, but on an impulse she went up to the
counter and ordered a latte to go.  Feeling cosmopolitan, she picked up a
newspaper and scanned the latest news about the election as she waited for
her coffee, her sunglasses pushed up on her head.  The week-long voting
period had begun and Jamie was eager to learn more about the candidates so
she could vote for the first time.  Since queens were elected for life, it
would likely be decades before she got another chance. Jamie was, of
course, intensely aware that everyone was watching her, and despite her
outward appearance of calm she was beginning to panic.  More than once she
glanced across the street at the dress shop, still so close. When her latte
was ready, Jamie opened her little red purse and counted out the change  -"
Queen Elaine -(TM)s face still on all the coins and bills.  Jamie did not
allow herself to look across the street as she put her sunglasses back on,
tucked her newspaper under one arm and marched away toward campus.. As
before, no one harassed her, or reacted negatively in any way.  Quite the
opposite  -" smiles, laughter, shouts of encouragement  -" even marriage
proposals.  It was okay  -" nobody minded.  So no matter how embarrassed
she felt, she could simply pretend otherwise and it would be okay.  If
going naked for four days helped her win Sam -(TM)s heart, then Jamie would
do it. But what if Sam did decide to stay?  Was Jamie prepared to stay
naked indefinitely?  Well no, but that was a problem Jamie would be glad to
have.  If Sam forsook the job and stayed at Scarborough because she loved
Jamie, well then surely Sam would still love Jamie if she went back to
wearing clothes  -" at least in public.  She could still go naked when they
were alone. With these strategies mapped out, Jamie hurried in the main
entrance of the dorm and ran up three flights of stairs to get to her
beloved Sam.  From down the hallway she saw that Sam -(TM)s door was
standing open so when she reached it she happily skipped in, ready to
surprise Sam with her news. But Sam was not there  -" and all of her
belongings were gone.  Betty was in the room wrestling with the bare
mattress.  When she saw Jamie, she put her hands on her hips and said, 
-�There you are.  Sam and them girls have been looking all over for you. -�
 -�Where . . .  where is she? -� Jamie asked, looking around the starkly
empty room.  -�Honey, she had to leave all of a sudden.  I don -(TM)t know
the details, but from what I heard she got her dates wrong about that job.
They was expecting her to start this very morning, and when she didn -(TM)t
show up they called  -" so she had to go up there right-split or she woulda
got fired. -�  -�You mean she . . .  she left? -�  -�She tried to find you,
honey.  Them girls was running all over campus lookin -(TM) for you. 
Course it woulda helped if you -(TM)d had a phone.  Why don -(TM)t you have
a phone? -� Jamie backed out of the room as Betty went back to wrestling
with the mattress, muttering  -�and somehow she got this bed all wet. -�
Jamie ran back to her room and threw herself on the bed, crying as she had
never cried in her life.  It wasn -(TM)t fair!  She was supposed to have at
least those last four days with Sam.  At least those.  And now she didn
-(TM)t even have that.  Sam had left without even saying goodbye.  What a
fool Jamie had been to think someone as attractive and confident as Sam
would want to have anything to do with her!  Sam probably didn -(TM)t even
like her, and was only playing some cruel joke on the freak knowing she
would be gone in a day or two.  But no, Sam would not do that  -" not that
exactly.  Sam wasn -(TM)t cruel, but she did leave, and she would probably
forget Jamie in no time as she started her exciting new life in the big
city of Hariston. For a long time Jamie did not move, but when she finally
sat up she noticed something on the floor near her door  -" a folded piece
of paper with her name on it.  It must have been slipped under her door
earlier and she didn -(TM)t notice it when she rushed in.  Now she picked
it up and unfolded it.  The note was from Sam, saying  -�Jamie, I am so SO
sorry to do this, but I have to leave right now.  Please call me as soon as
you get this note! -� Underneath this was Sam -(TM)s cell number,
underlined three times. Okay, so Sam at least left her a goodbye note, but
that didn -(TM)t make the situation any better.  She was still gone  -"
having apparently made her choice  -" and Jamie would probably never see
her again. Despite her sorrow and grief, Jamie did want to call Sam, if
only to hear her voice one last time.  She needed a phone.  The dorm room
had once had its own dedicated landline, but it had long ago been removed,
a painted-over plate on the wall marking where it had once been attached.
Jamie went down the hall hoping to find someone she knew to borrow a phone,
but the dorm was now nearly empty. She remembered seeing a phone store
across the street from Gillian -(TM)s so she exited the dorm and ran to the
store.  Though she was again out in public naked, her penis flapping back
and forth as she ran, Jamie no longer cared enough about that to be
embarrassed. At the phone store, a nerdy computer girl with thick glasses
and green hair was behind the counter while a few customers were browsing
the new phone fashions.  Naturally, they all stared in surprise when a
naked hermaphrodite burst into the store and ran up to the counter.  -�I
need to buy a phone, -� Jamie declared, almost out of breath.  The
green-haired girl, whose name was Kat (though her parents still called her
Katherine) cheerfully went into her spiel about all of the wonderful
options and features the customer had to choose from.  -�I don -(TM)t care,
-� Jamie nearly screamed.   -�I just need . . .  a phone . . .  that makes
phone calls! -� Though Kat was on the tall side and a little husky, she was
intimidated by the naked, ballerina-sized hermaphrodite and quickly sold
Jamie a standard smartphone with the standard monthly data plan.  As soon
as the phone was activated, Jamie called Sam -(TM)s number there in the
store.  Sam answered right away.  -�Jamie, I -(TM)m so sorry things
happened this way, -� Sam said.   -�There was this big-freaking mixup. -�
Jamie barely digested the explanation of how the scheduling mistake had
happened.  It didn -(TM)t matter.  All that mattered was that Sam was gone
and whatever relationship Jamie thought they had was over. When Sam stopped
talking, Jamie said,  -�I . . .  I -(TM)m thankful that . . .  at least . .
.  we met. -� Tears ran down her face as she whispered,  -�goodbye, Sam. -�
Jamie broke down in sobs while trying to find the right button to hang up
the phone, and she almost didn -(TM)t hear Sam yelling, -� wait!  Jamie
listen to me please! -� Jamie snuffled and wiped her runny nose on the back
of her hand as everyone in the store stood frozen in the moment.  -�What?
-� Jamie growled, anger now in her voice.  What else was there to say? 
There was no point in apologizing again for leaving her.  -�Jamie, I -(TM)m
trying to ask you to come up here and be with me, -� Sam was shouting, her
voice as audible to those in the store as if she -(TM)d been on
speakerphone.   -�I had to get up here immediately this morning or I would
lose this job, and I really need this job right now.  But I need you even
more, Jamie, and if you ask me to I will quit right now and come down there
to be with you.  But I -(TM)m hoping that instead you -(TM)ll come to me. I
know this must sound crazy because we just met, but . . .  Jamie . . .  I
-(TM)m in love with you. -� Jamie could not find her voice and twice heard
Sam ask  -�Jamie, are you still there? -� Kat and the customers leaned
forward in suspense.  -�Oh Sam, I love you too! -� Jamie cried out, her
eyes running like faucets.   -�Yes, Sam, oh yes I will come to you! -� Kat
and the customers broke into applause as Sam said.   -�I -(TM)m so glad,
honey, and I can -(TM)t wait to see you, but right this minute I really
have to go because I -(TM)m supposed to be working and I almost got fired
once already.  I -(TM)ll send you the address.  Text me and I -(TM)ll give
you directions.  You do know how to text, don -(TM)t you sweetie? -�  -�Of
course I do, -� Jamie laughed, her cheeks still wet.  When she hung up, she
went back to the counter and said to Kat,  -�um, I need to learn how to
text.  And can I buy plane tickets on this thing? -� Kat eagerly helped
Jamie buy a ticket to Hariston and order a cab, and was so enthusiastic
about explaining the phone -(TM)s many wonderful features that before she
was done the cab was honking outside. Jamie said goodbye to everyone and
ran outside, and it was only when she saw her reflection in the cab -(TM)s
window that she remembered she was nude.  The dress shop was right across
the street, so close she could have bought a new dress by now if she hadn
-(TM)t spent so much time in the phone store.  But Jamie wasn -(TM)t
concerned.  She had, after all, already been to the airport and remembered
there were shops of all kinds, several of which sold sweatpants and
t-shirts.  She could simply buy something at the airport. As it happened,
however, traffic was bad that day and by the time the taxi reached the
airport Jamie had very little time.  She had to run through the terminal
past all the shops  -" some of which indeed sold sweatpants and t-shirts.
At the security station she took off her sandals and breezed through as
other passengers in line joked that this traveler had certainly found the
most efficient way to fly. Because she made her purchase at the last
minute, Jamie had to buy a first-class ticket, so she was seated and given
a complimentary martini by the time most of the passengers filed past to
the coach section.  Jamie hated the taste of the martini, but drank a gulp
or two to calm the panic that had begun to set in.  She tried to look like
a sophisticated traveler, sipping her drink and reading something imaginary
on her phone as the other passengers walked past and stared. When the plane
took off, Jamie was again transfixed, watching the landscape and the
clouds. As they approached Hariston, she had a dazzling view of the city
-(TM)s magnificent skyline.  Barely two days since she left the Gated In
community, Jamie was about to enter the biggest, most sophisticated city in
the U.Q.   -" and apparently she was going to do it naked. Not really, she
assured herself.  She would have to enter Hariston International Airport
naked, but she would definitely find something there.  Since she didn
-(TM)t have another plane to catch this time, she could take as long as she
needed to find something to wear. And yet, as Jamie disembarked and began
following the signs toward ground transportation, the only shops she found
were restaurants, bars and news stands.  She realized belatedly that this
made sense.  Shopping for clothing was something people might do in the
main terminal while waiting for a flight, but once on the ground they would
be focused on getting to their destinations. Now Jamie found herself at the
mono-rail station.  The sleek, white train was waiting on its elevated
track and other travelers were swarming onto it.  There was no point in
staying in the airport, Jamie told herself, and so she stepped into the
train car.  It was only about three-quarters full, so she easily found a
seat, the plastic bench cool against her bare bottom. The trip downtown was
amazingly swift and Jamie soon had to busy herself at her phone to figure
out which exit to take.  It arrived surprisingly soon and she had to hurry
to get off in time.  She emerged squinting from the train station onto a
busy sidewalk downtown and was so awed by the towering skyscrapers, giant
flashing advertisements and all of the people that for a few seconds she
entirely forgot about her nudity.  For a few seconds.  As she turned in a
circle taking in the busy scene, Jamie saw her reflection in a window as a
swarm of commuters exited the train station and rushed past her on all
sides. Jamie resisted the urge to run back inside and hide, but she noticed
that Haristonians did not gawk as much as people back at Scarborough did.
Big city dwellers had a reputation to protect  -" that they -(TM)d seen
everything under the sun and nothing could surprise them.  Jamie -(TM)s
presence challenged their studied disinterest and nearly everyone looked at
her, at least for a few seconds, before forcing themselves to go on their
way as if this were nothing notable to them. Hiding behind her sunglasses,
Jamie studied her phone -(TM)s map to get her bearings.  She would simply
walk in the right direction and surely  -" surely  -" in a city this size
she would soon pass a clothing store. She found the dot on the map
representing Sam -(TM)s address, and the dot representing herself, and it
looked to be 6 or 8 blocks.  That didn -(TM)t seem too far  -" considering
she had just taken a cab, an airplane and a train while naked  -" so she
started walking.  She kept an eye out for any kind of clothing store, but
block after block she found none. Finally, as she crossed yet another busy
street, Jamie at last saw what she was looking for  -" t-shirts hanging in
the window of a shop.  She could see from a distance that they were long
enough to cover her like a dress.  When she reached the shop, Jamie found
that it was not actually a clothing store but a novelty gift shop that
happened to sell a few t-shirts.  That was just fine with Jamie  -" until
she got a good look at the shirts.  All were emblazoned with sex jokes and
cartoons of scantily clad musclemen and women with gigantic breasts.
Perhaps she could wear one inside out, Jamie thought, holding one up to the
light.  The fabric was so cheap and thin that the cartoons and their crude
messages were clearly visible on the other side.  But did that matter?  She
was just going to Sam -(TM)s apartment and they would have a good laugh
over it.  Jamie would tell the sexy story of how she gave up her dress,
therefore possessing no clothing at all, before realizing Sam had gone to
Hariston.  Sam would be really impressed when she found out Jamie had come
all this way completely naked  -" except the last few blocks? No, that
would ruin it if she showed up in one of these crappy t-shirts  -" or
anything else for that matter.  Jamie had invested far too much into this
naked adventure to surrender any of the reward.  She had come this far so
she might as well go the rest of the way to Sam -(TM)s apartment and earn
the full benefit.  It was nearing 5 p.m., so Sam might be walking back to
her apartment right now.  Maybe they would arrive at the same time and see
each other on the sidewalk, coming towards each other.  And that is the
moment when Sam would realize Jamie had come all of this way naked. The
shop -(TM)s proprietor, a wrinkled old woman smoking a cigarette gave Jamie
a long stare and then said,  -�You buying something, honey?  I -(TM)m
closing in five minutes. -� Jamie took a breath, having decided, and said,
-�I guess I don -(TM)t need anything after all, thank you, -� and walked
out the door back onto the busy street. As she neared the address, Jamie
was so intent on the two dots on her phone she was surprised when she
looked up and saw that she was right in front of the Palace.  The 800-year
old castle  -" the official residence of the queen  -" looked so small and
toy-like surrounded by modern-day skyscrapers.  Jamie had seen paintings in
textbooks of how it looked in ancient times when its 300-foot towers rose
high above the little stone buildings of the original Hariston Queendom
before the Federation of Realms.  Nowadays, the Palace itself was all that
remained of the old city-state, though the cobblestones had been used to
make the Palace Plaza, a two-block-long open space where modern
Haristonians ate their lunches on sunny days and where tourists flocked to
take pictures of each other in front of the famous Palace. After a few more
blocks, the dots on Jamie -(TM)s phone had come together .  This was the
correct address but it was an office tower and not an apartment building.
Jamie went back to Sam -(TM)s message in which she -(TM)d sent the address.
It said  -�where I -(TM)m working -� not  -�where I live. -� Crap, that was
entirely different.  Jamie immediately regretted not having bought one of
the ugly t-shirts, but it was too late for that.  She pushed through the
revolving door into the lobby feeling hopeful when she saw several shops
clustered along one wall.  One of the shops even had beautiful dresses in
its display window, but as Jamie rushed toward it she saw that it was
closed.  Other shops were open, but none of them sold any type of clothing.
Jamie called Sam -(TM)s cell number, getting her recording.   -�I -(TM)m
here, Sam! -� she said cheerily into the recording.   -�But can you . . .
meet me in the lobby?  I have . . .  a surprise for you that . . .  that I
don -(TM)t want to show you in your office.  It -(TM)s sort of . . . 
personal. -� That should do it, Jamie decided, though now she would have to
wait in the busy lobby.  She decided to walk around rather than stand so it
would look like she was busily going somewhere.  As she strolled past a
shoe store she stopped to admire a pair of red pumps.  They were Manolo
Blancs marked down to $200 and, despite her inexperience in these matters,
something deep inside Jamie -(TM)s feminine brain told her this was a
fabulously good deal that she could not possibly pass up.  -�Those would
look divine with your purse, -� a smiling salesgirl sang out as she
approached from the store.   -�I -(TM)ll bet I can guess your size  -" five
and a half? -� Jamie didn -(TM)t actually know her shoe size, but she found
herself drawn to the shoes.  For a young woman who had spent her life
wearing clunky boy -(TM)s shoes, these were impossible to resist.  Soon the
clerk had Jamie sitting in a chair while she tried a five and a half, which
as she predicted was exactly right. Jamie stood and tried walking in the
shoes, which was another new experience.  She was a little wobbly at first,
but so graceful by nature that after a few practice steps in front of the
mirror she learned to walk in four-inch heels.  All the while, Jamie kept
an eye on the bank of elevators, hoping Sam would see her at this exact
moment.  It would be almost as good as showing up naked at her apartment.
The salesgirl didn -(TM)t have to do much selling because Jamie had already
decided she absolutely must have those shoes  -" and wear them right now.
She squeezed her sandals into her purse and strolled through the lobby in
her fabulous heels.  The lobby had gotten crowded with office workers
leaving for the day and in the hubbub of voices, Jamie almost didn -(TM)t
hear her phone ringing. It was Sam.  At last  -�Sweetie, I -(TM)m so glad
you -(TM)re here, -� she said,  -�but I can -(TM)t come down right now. 
Just come up to the 5th floor and go to the Registration sign  -" they
-(TM)re expecting you. -� Panicked, Jamie blurted out her confession.  
-�But Sam, I -(TM)m naked.  I returned my dress to the store so I could
surprise you by not owning any clothes anymore and having to go naked
everywhere but I went to your room and you were gone, and then after we
talked on the phone I went straight to the airport and I didn -(TM)t have
time to buy any clothes so I flew here naked and took the train naked, and
I walked through downtown Hariston completely naked!  I just wanted to
surprise you, Sam, but I don -(TM)t want to embarrass you by coming to your
office naked, -� All of these words came out very fast and much louder than
Jamie intended so it was easily heard by dozens of businesswomen in
expensive suits who had been leaving work when they spotted Jamie, and who
now pretended they needed to go back upstairs for some imaginary forgotten
item. And so everyone around Jamie heard Sam yelling into the phone,  -�Oh
my god, Jamie, I want to show you off right now to everyone I know!  So get
up here right now! -� All of the important businesswomen whooped like
schoolgirls at a soccer game as the elevator opened.  They rode along with
Jamie to her floor just to encourage her, no longer even pretending they
had any need to go back to their offices.  When the elevator doors open,
Jamie stumbled out amid cheers.  She had tried to mentally prepare herself
and pictured a couple dozen people working in an office.  But instead, the
entire 5th floor was a vast exhibition hall crowded with hundreds of people
gathered around exhibit booths or milling around carrying wine glasses. 
Jamie noticed the  -�Registration -� sign and remembered what Sam said. 
Seated at it was a young man in a tight white shirt with a golden name tag
that said  -�Jeremy. -� When he saw her, Jeremy flexed his muscles
instinctively and said,  -�let me go out on a limb here and make a wild
guess that your name is Jamie? -� He had already written  -�Jamie -� in
black marker on a guest tag and he gave it to her saying,  -�you need to
wear this, and if you walk down the main aisle you will find Ms.  McCain at
booth 27. -� Jamie peeled the name tag sticker off of its backing and
applied it to her skin, just above her left breast.  Jeremy then ushered
her through the velvet ropes and sent her on her way into the crowd. Though
she had just walked naked through downtown Hariston, Jamie felt exposed in
an entirely new way in this setting.  Unlike Haristonians on the street who
gave her space, these were half-drunk conventioneers from other parts of
the country.  Everyone she passed cheered her and invited her to visit
their booths, but Jamie politely declined and kept moving.  A waiter
carrying glasses of white wine offered her one and she took it gladly,
consuming it before she -(TM)d made it another 10 feet.  Magically, it was
refilled again and she drank the second one down as she walked along.
Finally, she saw Sam.  Booth 27 was for HR-Fitness, the company she now
worked for.  Sam -(TM)s role was demonstrating some high-tech exercise
equipment and she was wearing a skimpy spandex outfit that looked like
something that would be worn by a comic book superhero.  Below the waist it
was like black tights that showed every detail of Sam -(TM)s physique. 
Above the waist, Sam wore a black bikini top. Leaving her empty-again wine
glass on a table, Jamie held her head high and walked gracefully toward
Booth 27.  Sam had been looking out for her, as were her co-workers.  One
of them spotted Jamie first and croaked,  -�oh, wow. -�  -�Jamie! -� Sam
yelled and ran to her.  She scooped Jamie up in her strong arms and twirled
her in a circle so that Jamie -(TM)s feet came off the ground and she
nearly lost one of her new shoes.  When Sam finally put her down, she
grabbed Jamie -(TM)s face in both hands and gave her a deep kiss that went
on for at least 15 seconds as people around them began to cheer them on.
Jamie was dizzy with bliss and wobbly on her high heels as Sam pulled her
over to meet the others at Booth 27.  -�Everybody, I -(TM)m sure you
-(TM)ve already guessed, but this is my adorable girlfriend, Jamie, with
whom I am madly, desperately, crazily in love.  And who, by the way, does
not own any clothing!  Isn -(TM)t that amazing?  When I met her she owned
just one dress, that -(TM)s all  -" and then she gave that away because she
decided she wanted to go naked all the time!  Is that the sexiest thing you
can imagine or what? -� Everyone at the booth agreed that this indeed was
the sexiest thing they could imagine.  Jamie had no idea how to respond. 
She had not actually intended to continue going naked.  That was just what
she was going to do back at school, not in Hariston. Sam introduced her to
everyone, her arm around Jamie -(TM)s waist and her hand caressing Jamie
-(TM)s bare hip as one of the women said,  -�love your shoes.  Are those
Blancs? -�  -�Yes, I just bought them downstairs, -� Jamie said, turning
one foot sideways to model the shoes as everyone took the excuse to let
their eyes travel down her body to her feet and back up.  Not all of the
eyes made it all the way back and as she felt them looking at her, an alarm
bell was going off in Jamie -(TM)s head.  After having been twice surprised
by her own erections, she had of late become more diligent at monitoring
the activity of her penis.  And now, as a result of the prolonged kiss,
followed by what Sam said about her and now all of these people blatantly
admiring her as Sam caressed her bare butt, Jamie felt her penis
lengthening and she knew with certainty that she was about to have a
massive erection. Jamie did her best at damage control, thinking of boring
things like her recent chemistry test, but she could feel the erection
coming on strong and she knew her only recourse was to get out of there
quickly. Grabbing her cell phone from her purse, Jamie blurted,  -�oh,
excuse me.  I have to take this -� and walked quickly away pretending to
engage in an urgent phone call while her penis began to rise up.  There
were no restrooms nearby and the only possible haven she saw was a door
leading outside to the atrium balcony.  Hoping no one was out there, Jamie
hurried out the door as her erection blossomed to its full potential. The
balcony was unoccupied but Jamie heard footsteps behind her.  It was only
Sam.  -�Oh, god, -� did they see it? -� Jamie asked.  -�No, -� Sam laughed,
 -�not the people at my booth anyway, but I think you gave a few lucky
chicks near the door a nice surprise.  My, that -(TM)s a big one, Jamie. -�
 -�Sam, this isn -(TM)t going to go down on its own  -" not for a while. 
When it gets this big it sort of locks in place until . . .  you know. -� 
-�Oh yes, sweetie, I know.  But there -(TM)s no one else out here except
those people down below and they can -(TM)t see it. -� Sam and Jamie were
standing at the stone railing which had a wide ledge where one could set
drinks or a plate of food.  Four stories below, people milled around
carrying drinks.  Sam put her left hand on Jamie -(TM)s bare back and her
right hand between Jamie -(TM)s legs.  -�Sam, what are you doing? -�  -�I
-(TM)m helping you out, now relax. -� As she spoke, Sam -(TM)s fingers
slipped into Jamie -(TM)s vagina to wet themselves and then slid up along
the underside of Jamie -(TM)s penis.  -�Oh, right there, -� Jamie breathed.
Although they had only one night of experience, Sam -(TM)s fingers knew
exactly what to do.  They made the return trip into Jamie -(TM)s pussy and
slid wetly up again.  Back and forth they went, and within seconds Jamie
was on the verge of orgasm.  -�Can anyone see? -� Jamie whispered.  -�No
one but me.  Let it go. -� And Jamie did.  Her ejaculation sent the
equivalent of a full glass of water shooting out six feet horizontally over
the railing and into open space where it arced downward and broke apart
into warm raindrops that sprinkled on the revelers below.  A few people
looked up curiously, wondering if the weather was changing.  -�Thank you,
-� Jamie whispered, finally opening her eyes.  -�Always glad to help with
that little task, -� Sam said, wiping her fingers on her cheek and lips.  
-�But Jamie, I hope you know that you don -(TM)t actually need to go naked
if you don -(TM)t want to. -� Jamie was taken aback by this.   -�But I
thought . . .  I thought you wanted me to. -�  -�Hell yes I do, -� Sam
laughed.   -�If it were up to me you -(TM)d never wear anything again, but
we -(TM)re a couple now and we -(TM)re equals in this relationship.  I
-(TM)ll love you no matter what you decide, but it needs to be your
decision not mine.  But now I really need to get back to my booth or I
-(TM)ll get almost-fired again.  Go get yourself a glass of wine or
something  -" there -(TM)s a great buffet  -" and meet me at the booth in
half an hour. -� After Sam left, Jamie remained on the balcony a bit longer
until she was sure her penis was almost back to a reasonable size.  As she
walked back into the busy conference fall, Jamie felt so relieved.  A few
hours ago, she still feared she -(TM)d lose Sam in a few days, and now they
were going to be living together  -" as a couple!  And Jamie didn -(TM)t
even have to go naked anymore to win Sam over.  She could wear dresses in
public and just be naked when they were alone together. Jamie felt so
liberated by this knowledge that she no longer felt embarrassed when she
walked back into the conference hall.  She was in control now.  She had
chosen to be nude today, but tomorrow she would choose to wear clothing. 
It was entirely up to her.  Another waiter came by carrying a tray of wine
glasses and Jamie accepted one, but she needed food more and made her way
toward the buffet line. The queue was along a wall of mirrors and Jamie
found herself standing 12 inches away from her starkly naked reflection. 
She stole secret glances at herself and then decided to fix her hair, which
gave her an excuse to look directly at herself in the mirror. As she fussed
with her hair and adjusted one of her dangly red earrings, a woman got in
line behind her.  She was white-haired, but young, maybe 30 or 40,
exceptionally attractive and dressed in the most fashionable style. 
-�Hello, Jamie, -� she said. Surprised, Jamie looked at the woman -(TM)s
perfect face, certain that she -(TM)d never seen her before.  -�Please
forgive me for being so forward, -� the white-haired woman said.   -�I
happened to be at the next booth when your girlfriend was introducing you
to her co-workers.  My name is Simone. -�  -�I -(TM)m very glad to meet
you, Simone, -� Jamie said, and she meant it.  Simone was the most
beautiful woman Jamie had ever seen.  -�I have to say, I was so impressed
by what your girlfriend was saying back there  -" that you don -(TM)t own
clothing and go naked everywhere.  Do you really? -� Although she fully
intended to go back to wearing clothing the very next morning, Jamie also
felt exhilarated by all that had happened to her that day  -" and she was
on her third glass of wine on an empty stomach.  -�Oh yes, -� she said,
playing along and wanting the beautiful woman to be impressed by her.   -�I
did have one dress for a while, but I got rid of it.  I decided I want to
go naked everywhere all the time!  I can -(TM)t imagine ever wearing
clothes again. -�  -�That is fabulous, -� Simone said.   -�Tell me, do you
do any modeling? -� This made Jamie laugh, but Simone misunderstood why and
quickly added,  -�I don -(TM)t mean modeling clothing, of course, but there
are many other options  -" makeup, hair and body products, shoes, jewelry
and so on.  Here, let me give you my card. -� Simone held her cell phone
close to Jamie -(TM)s little red purse and both phones chirped in unison. 
-�I always keep 9 a.m.  open just in case I meet someone special  -" and
you, my dear, most definitely qualify as special. -� The buffet line had
been inching forward through out their conversation and they were now at
the plates.   -�But I -(TM)ve taken enough of your time, dear.  Enjoy the
buffet, and come see me tomorrow morning and we -(TM)ll chat. -� Simone
turned and walked away and Jamie quickly became distracted by the food on
the buffet line.  Twenty minutes later, she returned to Booth 27 as Sam and
the others were closing up.   -�I -(TM)m so glad you came up here, -� Sam
said as they walked arm in arm to the elevators.  And then they were out on
the sidewalk, the sun low in the western sky, lighting up the east-west
streets while the north-south streets were in deep evening shade. Sam
-(TM)s apartment was about six blocks away.   -�It -(TM)s really small, so
don -(TM)t get your hopes up, -� Sam warned.   -�The company leases these
and uses them for new employees like me. -� The building was very nice, and
Jamie could see that some apartments, at least, had spacious balconies and
big windows.  But the cheapest apartments were a single room with a bed,
bathroom and kitchenette. -�  -�It -(TM)s cozy, -� Jamie said, kicking off
her red heels and dropping her purse on a tiny table that was the only
other furniture.  -�I wish it was nicer, -� Sam said, but at least we
-(TM)re together, huh? -� Jamie threw her arms around Sam -(TM)s neck and
they and they fell onto the bed.



   THE GIRL WHO DIDN -(TM)T CHANGE, DAY FOUR

   After another sleep-deprived night of intimacy, an exhausted Jamie was
still sound asleep at 7:30 when Sam, now fully dressed and sitting on the
edge of the bed, kissed her awake.  Sam hadn -(TM)t gotten much sleep
either, but it was only her second day at her new job so she made sure she
was up in time to shower and prepare for work. Jamie, barely awake and
still tangled in the damp sheets, managed to focus her eyes as Sam crossed
the tiny apartment in two strides and was at the door.   -�Oh, your phone
was ringing a minute ago, sleepyhead. -� After Sam was gone, Jamie lay
staring at her third new ceiling in as many days.  She and Sam were living
together!  They were a real couple and it wasn -(TM)t going to end in a few
days anymore.  She laughed at herself in embarrassment, amazed at how much
she -(TM)d gone naked  -" in front of all of those people!  Well, THAT
craziness was over. Jamie reached for her phone, wondering who it could be
since no one but Sam even knew Jamie -(TM)s phone number.  She played back
the message:  -�Jamie, this is Annabelle Bethanyson calling from Simone
Enterprises to confirm your appointment at 9 a.m.  Simone has instructed me
to draw up an employment contract so we can get you working right away. 
See you at 9! -� Wow, this is great, Jamie thought.  I -(TM)ve practically
got a job already!  She bounded out of bed to go take a shower, but then
stopped abruptly in front of the mirror.  Uh-oh.  Her conversation with
Simone played through her mind, word for word.  Oh crap, that had to mean
that . . .  that Simone would be expecting Jamie to come to the appointment
naked!  How could she assume anything else after those things Jamie had
said? But surely there was a way to explain it, she told herself as she got
into a steamy shower.  She could simply say she changed her mind.  But . .
. overnight?  After the things she -(TM)d said?  Simone would not believe
that and would think Jamie had been deliberately deceiving her.  Why not
just tell the truth?  But the truth didn -(TM)t even make sense to Jamie.
She did it to woo Sam, but that didn -(TM)t explain why she said those
things to Simone when Sam wasn -(TM)t even there and after Sam had
expressly told her it was okay to wear clothes.  Why did she do what she
did?  If she couldn -(TM)t explain it to herself, how could she explain it
to someone else. Jamie was still puzzling over her options a few minutes
later as she dried her hair and put on her body lotion.  She could go to
the appointment naked but then tell Simone she was considering the going
back to clothing.  She could say that as much as she truly desired to stay
naked, that she had reluctantly decided that wearing clothes would increase
her chances at getting a good job.  She was making a sacrifice of her
lifestyle preference in order to bring in a much-needed paycheck. That
seemed the best plan, Jamie decided, though the downside was that she
-(TM)d have to go to the appointment naked.  Of course, considering all
that she had done naked in the past 24 hours, surely she do it one more
time in order to preserve her chance at whatever jobs Simone -(TM)s agency
had to offer. It was now past 8:30 and Jamie absolutely needed to get
going. She checked her purse for her key but then remembered that the only
key she had was to the dorm room, not to this apartment.  She and Sam hadn
-(TM)t even discussed keys yet. Leaving the apartment door unlocked was not
an option.  It would have been back at the dorm, but not here in the big
city.  She could take some of Sam -(TM)s clothing with her to put on after
her appointment, but where could she hide them?  No, she would just go
shopping after her appointment, and then perhaps arrange to meet Sam for
lunch where she could borrow the key and go make a copy. With that plan in
mind, Jamie stepped out into the hallway and bit her lip as she gently
closed the door until it clicked solidly.  Once again, Jamie had
intentionally locked herself out naked.  She took the stairway down to the
ground floor and pushed out the revolving door into the busy city. Although
Jamie had walked naked through downtown Hariston the previous day, somehow
it felt different.  Yesterday, she had been so preoccupied by her search
for Sam and expecting any minute to find a clothing store.  But now she had
neither of those distractions and could not think of anything except her
very public nakedness. The most awkward moments were when she had to stop
at an intersection to wait for the light.  Then she was just standing there
naked as cars went by.  She tried to act as if she were just another busy
Haristonian on her way to work, holding her phone to her ear as if already
on an important business call. However, she had to admit to herself that
there was something wonderful about the experience that she could not deny.
Although Haristonians were notoriously aloof and supposedly unshockable,
none of them were mentally prepared for their first sight of Jamie Taylor.
Her beauty was startling even when she was fully dressed, and many people
would have guessed she was a herm from her face alone.  And yet here she
was completely nude except for her various red accessories and her
sunglasses. Jamie saw their reactions  -" first surprise or even shock but
then came the smiles.  The most negative reaction was a studied
indifference, but very few people could avoid looking at her and as they
recovered from the surprise everyone seemed absolutely delighted to see
her. For someone who had spent her entire life believing she was a freak,
this kind of attention filled Jamie with joy.  Yesterday she had been too
worried to let herself feel it, but today Jamie allowed a hidden door in
her heart to open and she felt joy and confidence, both such new emotions
for her. When had nearly reached her destination, Jamie found herself
walking past a string of clothing stores, all of them with nice dresses in
their display windows.  Yes!  This was the perfect spot for her to buy a
new dress  -" maybe two dresses for a change.  Watching her nude reflection
in the shop windows as she walked on past, Jamie vowed to return as soon as
her interview was over. Right around the corner she found the correct
building and pushed through the revolving doors into the spacious, busy
lobby where nearly everyone immediately noticed her presence.  Taking a
crowded elevator to the 9th floor, Jamie stepped out in front of glass
doors with  -�Simone -(TM)s Talent Agency -� painted on them.  Jamie took a
deep breath and pushed open the door. The pretty young receptionist was
obviously surprised to see Jamie, but greeted her with bubbly cheerfulness
and directed her to a waiting area with elegant chairs.  Every interior
wall seemed to be covered with mirrors so Jamie could not help but watch
herself as she walked to the chairs and sat down.  Another woman was also
waiting  -" a tall brunette with perfect makeup and a tiny dress.  Now that
-(TM)s what a model looks like, Jamie told herself, and it wasn -(TM)t just
how the woman looked but how she sat, balancing imaginary books on her head
and with her long legs tightly crossed. Jamie tried to strike a similar
pose, straightening her back and crossing her legs.  However, this squished
her penis between her legs, so she re-crossed them and this time she lifted
up her penis with her hand and flopped it to rest on her thigh after her
legs were crossed.  That felt better. Filling out the application for
employment was discouraging.  After all, Jamie had zero official work
experience, no references and not even any college credits yet.  The only
thing she felt confident about was checking the box that asked if she could
sing.  Jamie was heard her name called and looked up to see and another
pretty young woman beckoning to her from an office doorway.  Jamie had to
walk 20 feet or so to reach the woman -(TM)s office and as she did so Jamie
could see by the woman -(TM)s expression that she had not, in fact, been
told Jamie would be nude.  Oh great, Jamie thought.  She could have worn
clothing after all, but had foolishly convinced herself she had to come to
the appointment naked.  Stupid.  -�Hi Jamie.  I -(TM)m Annabelle.  Simone
told me you were special, but she didn -(TM)t tell me how special!  Please
have a seat. -� Jamie tried to look like a model as she sat in the guest
chair in Annabelle -(TM)s small office.  As she crossed her legs, Jamie
lifted her penis and dropped it on her thigh where it made a barely audible
slap. Annabelle watched with the smile of one receiving a delightful and
unexpected gift.   -�Well, -� she finally said,  -�I must say, Jamie, you
are a very beautiful young woman. -�  -�Thank you, -� Jamie said, feeling
herself blush at the compliment.   -�I appreciate you taking the time to
see me, but I really don -(TM)t have any experience at modeling, or at
anything really. -� Annabelle waved this aside.   -�Dear, in the modeling
business we are always looking for someone fresh and new.  A girl doesn
-(TM)t need experience if she -(TM)s as beautiful as you are.  And I
absolutely LOVE that you -(TM)re naked. -�  -�Well, about that -" -�  -�Oh,
that -(TM)s Simone ringing in now, -� Annabelle said as her phone buzzed.
She punched a button and said, somewhat louder,  -�Simone!  I -(TM)m
sitting here with Jamie right now. -�  -�Excellent, -� Simone -(TM)s voice
said on the speakerphone.   -�And how does she look to you?. -� 
-�Positively glorious! -� Annabelle exclaimed.   -�And so adorably nude! -�
 -�Yes, she is adorable, -� Simone agreed.   -�And as for being nude, Jamie
explained to me last night that she prefers to always be nude and in fact
no longer owns any clothing, so we must factor that into our thinking. -� 
-�Oh my, yes! -� Annabelle exclaimed. Panicked, Jamie hurriedly blurted out
her cover story as best she could.   -�Although I do truly love being
naked, I -(TM)ve been thinking lately that I may need to give it up.  You
see, I really have to help my girlfriend with rent and other expenses and I
-(TM)m sure I -(TM)ll have a better chance at getting a good job if I go
back to wearing clothing.  It would be selfish of me not to do that. -�
Simone and Annabelle were silent for a moment and Jamie feared they -(TM)d
seen through her deception and would throw her out for lying to them.  But
then Simone -(TM)s voice came through the speaker again.   -�That is very
mature of you Jamie, but such a sacrifice on you part is completely
unnecessary, Don -(TM)t you agree, Annabelle? -�  -�Oh absolutely, -�
Annabelle laughed.   -�We can definitely accommodate your preference on
this. -� Jamie was feeling desperate, grasping for something else she could
say as the printer on Annabelle -(TM)s desk came on and several
important-looking pages churned out.  -�Please go over this contract with
Jamie. -� Simone said. -�  -�It -(TM)s our standard contract except for
this addenda item which . . .  oh, I see, this is the special clause you
told Simone you wanted  -" your guarantee of continual nudity. -� Annabelle
took the pages and put them upside down on her desk facing Jamie.   -�This
would be a one-year contract, Jamie, but if you want to be a full-time
college student in the fall we can work around your school schedule.  Here
-(TM)s the amount of money we can guarantee you just for the summer. -�
With her elegant pen, Annabelle pointed to a dollar figure that made Jamie
-(TM)s mouth drop open.  Although she -(TM)d come out of the commune naïve
about how much things cost, she had since learned how much air travel was,
how much tuition at college would be and how much Sam was paying for their
tiny apartment.  This amount would make a huge difference in their lives. 
-�And this is only the minimum contractual guarantee, -� Annabelle went on.
You -(TM)ll probably make four or five times that. -�  -�Annabelle, -�
Simone interrupted.   -�Please add another zero to the end of that figure.
-�  -�Pardon? -�  -�I haven -(TM)t had a chance to tell you, Annabelle, but
Bridgette was in an auto accident early this morning.  She -(TM)s going to
be fine, but she won -(TM)t be able to come back to work for weeks. -� 
-�Oh my!, -� Annabelle gasped.   -�She was supposed to do the Duchamp shoot
today! -�  -�Exactly.  Francois is already set up in the Plaza and suddenly
he had no model.  Of course we have a few other girls who could do it in a
pinch, but don -(TM)t you think this would be ideal for Jamie? -�  -�Oh
absolutely!  In fact  -" and I wouldn -(TM)t want Bridgette to hear me say
this  -" I think Jamie would be better for it. -� Jamie was still wondering
about the extra zero, and even with her limited experience buying cosmetics
and body care products she knew the name Duchamp.   -�Um, what -(TM)s this
all about? -� she finally asked.  -�It -(TM)s the annual Duchamp photo
shoot, -� Simone said in a way that assumed Jamie would be familiar with
it.  -�Oh, right, -� Jamie faked.   -�So, um . . .  that -(TM)s today? -� 
-�Yes and it -(TM)s a perfect opportunity for you.  Francois Deneuve is the
best male photographer in the fashion industry, arguably among the top five
overall.  But the important thing is that it -(TM)s the Duchamp Session. 
In a single day, Francois will shoot six sessions with a single model and
these images will go on all of Duchamp -(TM)s product labels and will be
used in all of its advertising  -" the Duchamp Girl ad. -� Jamie could tell
that this was something that anyone in the Outside World would know so she
just nodded and Simone went on.   -�I just showed your picture to the
Duchamp team and to Francois and you sold them right there, honey.  And
when I told them that you remain naked continuously in your day-to-day
life, they got out the checkbook.  Now baby, I -(TM)m sorry to throw all of
this at you in such a rush, but if you want to do this you need to decide
right now  -" and if it -(TM)s not going to be you, I need to know that now
so I can figure out a Plan B. -�  -�They -(TM)ve just emailed the contract
addendum, -� Annabelle interjected, looking at her phone.   -�It says 
-~The undersigned asserts she shall be naked continuously; Agency agrees to
exclusively nude assignments. -(TM)  -� Annabelle offered the pen to Jamie,
who accepted it in a trance.  She looked at the dollar amount again with
its extra zero already in place, and then she read the addenda item again.
She looked down at herself, so starkly nude.  Her pink nipples puckered as
she looked at them and her penis roused itself and nudged forward an inch
against her thigh.  Jamie imagined herself showing Sam the contract with it
-(TM)s dollar amount and it -(TM)s nudity clause.  Her penis scooted itself
a little further down and Jamie felt a sense of calm certainty.  She signed
the contract with a flourish and slapped the pen onto the desk. 
-�Wonderful! -� Annabelle declared, grabbing the pen from Jamie and signing
the document herself.   -�Now let -(TM)s get to work! -� Annabelle leaped
up from her desk and grabbed Jamie by the elbow, leading her from the room
to a private elevator as Simone -(TM)s voice called her congratulations
over the still-open speaker of Annabelle -(TM)s phone.   -�The car is
waiting downstairs, -� she said.   -�Get Jamie over to the Plaza and I
-(TM)ll join you as soon as I can. -� The staff-only elevator whisked them
to the garage level where a sleek, black SUV with dark windows waited, its
doors open.  Inside, the seats were plush leather, cool against Jamie
-(TM)s bare skin.  -�So . . .  where are we going exactly, -� Jamie asked.
-�To the Palace Plaza.  The Duchamp Session is always at the Plaza. -� The
ride was only a few blocks and when Jamie exited the car a video camera
crew followed them as Simone and Annabelle led Jamie up the stone steps of
the plaza.  Jamie was awed by the view of the Palace surrounded by gleaming
office towers.  A red-uniformed guard stood by the urn that held Queen
Elaine -(TM)s ashes, which would not be buried until the new queen was
chosen. The Duchamp crew was set up on the highest platform in the plaza
where they could be seen by tens of thousands of people looking down from
office tower windows or milling among the food concession carts that were
being set up for the lunch crowd. A skinny old man dressed in black bowed
in greeting as they approached and said  -�ah, and she is lovelier in life
zan in zee photograph!  Now, we must get started, yes?  Time, she will not
wait for us so we must be quick. -� The video camerawoman tagged along as
Francois handed Jamie off to the care of two young women, introduced as
Britney and Bethany, who each had more tattoos and body piercings than
Jamie had even imagined someone might choose to have.  One had green hair
and the other blue hair, but Jamie was not entirely sure which one was
which.  They went to work, removing Jamie -(TM)s necklace and earrings and
asked her to slip out of her shoes.  Though these few accessories had done
nothing to hide her nakedness, Jamie somehow felt more nude without them,
especially when the makeup girls led her to a steaming bathtub right there
on the stage in front of the entire city.  -�I did take a shower this
morning, -� Jamie said,  -�and it was hardly two hours ago. -� The girls
laughed, and the green-haired girl said,  -�we always start with a bath,
don -(TM)t we Brit? -� The blue-haired girl nodded and Jamie made a mental
note that blue was Britney. Jamie stepped into the hot water and sat down
in it, immediately feeling her body relax and the tension leave her
muscles. She leaned back as Britney and Bethany began to wash Jamie -(TM)s
body.  They used no washrags but soaped their hands and rubbed them against
Jamie -(TM)s skin, seeming to pay particular attention to her exposed,
shiny-wet breasts.  Again and again they splashed the sudsy water on her
chest and slid their soapy hands over her breasts, making her nipples
harden.  Below the bubbly water the four hands made soapy, slippery
caresses on Jamie -(TM)s legs and feet and even her vagina and her penis,
again seeming to require exquisite certainty that these particular body
parts were as clean as possible. Jamie -(TM)s penis responded to this
unexpected intimacy by becoming fully erect and nearly poking its head out
of the bathwater.  Britney and Bethany seemed to decide that since it was
now larger, her penis required additional washing. A video camera was
affixed some eight feet above the bathtub pointing straight down, but soap
bubbles concealed what was happening beneath the water line. But then Jamie
heard the plug pulled and water began rushing out of the tub as Bethany
cheerfully sang out,  -�all done! -� There was only one thing to do.  Jamie
plunged her hand into the water and grabbed her penis, simultaneously
sliding her ring finger and pinkie into her vagina.  Instantly, she
ejaculated, but only a ripple in the sudsy water between her legs gave any
clue to the camera of what had just occurred. Jamie was still dazed by her
orgasm when Britney and Bethany helped her stand up in the tub, sprayed the
remaining suds from her body and began toweling her off.  Next, they led
her to a hairdresser -(TM)s chair where they dried and styled her hair and
began to prepare her makeup.  -�Can you believe her skin, Brit? -� Bethany
marveled.  -�It -(TM)s fabulous, -� Britney agreed.   -�Jamie, you such
perfect skin.  Me and Bet have seen a lot of skin and everyone has flaws
that we have to cover up because those high-def cameras really pick up the
details.  But you . . .  you don -(TM)t have a single flaw on your whole
body! -�  -�Um, thank you. -�  -�Let -(TM)s skip the foundation, Brit, -�
Bethany suggested.   -�This is a makeup shoot so we gotta do eye shadow and
lipstick. -�  -�But what if consumers think it -(TM)s Duchamp makeup that
causes her to look this great? -�  -�No brand of makeup is gonna make
someone look like this, Brit, and every rational person knows that.  If
they want her to look as beautiful as possible, then don -(TM)t cover her
up. -� Britney agreed and in a moment they were ushering her back to
Francois.  The bit of makeup was all that Jamie wore, her jewelry and shoes
having been left behind. Francois went quickly to work, sitting Jamie on a
stool under mostly natural light.  Two very large TV screens set up behind
him showed every photo as he took them, so that people blocks away could
see them. Because this first photoshoot was for hair and makeup products,
the photos only showed Jamie from the shoulders up, but when he was
satisfied with these, Francois moved on to the second session, for body
wash, lotions and smooth-as-silk shaving products.  He had her stand on the
stool and then he sat cross-legged on the floor shooting up the length of
her body. Jamie nearly toppled off the stool when she saw the first photo
go up on the TV screens.  It showed her from the toes up, displaying the
undersides of her breasts, her penis and even the slit of her pussy, which
Francois was intentionally illuminating with secondary lights.  He had
worked with hundreds of models and knew how to keep them in focus  -�Look
at ze camera, my dear, -� he instructed,  -�Now I want you to lift up you
left arm and reach over your head and touch your right ear.  You will do
this for Francois, yes?  Ze camera, she wants to see your lovely underarm,
so smooth it is, so wanting of a kiss by ze one you love. -� Jamie did as
she was told but tried to steal a glance at the TVs.   -�No, no, my sweet,
-� Francois admonished her.   -�Look down at ze camera for it is zee eye of
zee girl you love.  She has begun to kiss you down here at your little
toes, and she kisses you up your very smooth and beautiful leg to your hip
and zen she kisses each of your little ribs and zen her kisses, they climb
up over your lovely breast.  She looks up into you eyes and you sink she is
coming to kiss you on ze lips, but instead she kisses her way up under your
arm where your skin is so smooth. -� This made Jamie smile in exactly the
way Francois wanted for his photo, and it also made her elongated penis
swing just a little to expose a little more of Jamie -(TM)s other lips.  
-�Perfect. -� Francois whispered as he took a rapid fire of shots. The
third photo session was for a line of jewelry stores.  In this scene, Jamie
was a bride without a wedding dress.  Britney and Abbey put her hair up and
fitted her with a lace veil that fell halfway down her back.  They placed
around her neck a double strand of pearls with matching dangly earrings and
for her feet, sparkly-white, four-inch heels.  They slipped onto her left
thigh a baby-blue garter belt for the  -�something blue -� of wedding
tradition.  Finally, of course there were the rings  -" an expensive
wedding band and engagement band  -" which completed Jamie -(TM)s ensemble.
Francois by this time had learned enough of Jamie -(TM)s reactions to flirt
and tease and cajole her into whatever reaction he wanted.  And so for the
wedding scene he told her a story about her own someday wedding to the girl
of her dreams which may be someone she has already met or someone she is
yet to meet.  He had told similar stories to hundreds of other models, but
it struck a particular chord with Jamie, who swooned as she imagined
herself someday being Sam -(TM)s bride.  In her fantasy wedding scene,
Jamie was wearing precisely this outfit as she walked down the aisle. Just
in time, Jamie realized she was getting an erection.  It was beginning to
rise, but was not yet perpendicular and might still be stopped. 
Concentrating, Jamie mentally and physically pushed her penis back down,
until it lost its momentum and dropped back down in disappointment.
Francois chuckled as he captured the moment and then he called for the
lunch break.  It was about 1 p.m.  and the streets around Hariston Plaza
were now jammed with people buying sandwiches from street vendors and
hanging around the Plaza to watch.  Office balconies were lined with people
as if for a parade. The Duchamp crew had catered its own lunch which was
being set up on banquet tables covered with white linen.  Still wearing her
bride outfit, Jamie started walking over to the luncheon table but then she
halted in her tracks and gasped.  Two of Francois -(TM) photos were being
projected in enormous size on the sides of two buildings facing the plaza.
The first was a gigantic close-up of Jamie -(TM)s face from the makeup
session.  This image alone was enough to bring the busy city to a halt
because herms were by their nature the most beautiful of all women. The
second photo was from the skin care session and it was a full-body shot,
looking up along the line of Jamie -(TM)s leg to her armpit.  If there had
been any doubt that the Duchamp model was a herm, this second photo fully
resolved that question.  Though it hung at rest, Jamie -(TM)s dangling
penis was two stories tall.  And because herms did not have the males -(TM)
scrotum, the shape of her penis was perfectly outlined between her thighs
Even as Jamie stood gaping at these, a third photo went up on a third
building.  This was from the just-completed jewelry store shoot with Jamie
as a naked bride.  Francois had chosen his image from the moment when Jamie
realized she was getting an erection and was trying to make it go away. 
Her right hand was covering her mouth in embarrassment as her left hand  -"
wearing the wedding and engagement rings  -" pushed daintily down on her
half-erect penis. Jamie staggered on her four-inch heels over to the
luncheon table, her eyes distracted by the outsized display, and when she
looked down she was surprised to see Sam standing with Annabelle and
Simone. Still wearing her bridal veil, pearls and garter, Jamie ran to Sam
and leaped into her arms.   -�How did you know I was here?  I wanted to
call and tell you about my new job, but there hasn -(TM)t been any time. -�
 -�Baby, you -(TM)re all over the news! -� Sam replied.   -�You -(TM)re the
Duchamp Girl! -�  -�I . . .  I don -(TM)t quite know what that means, -�
Jamie laughed,  -�except that it pays really well and it -(TM)s . . .  a
lot more public than I thought it was going to be.  I can -(TM)t believe
how many people are standing around watching. -�  -�Honey, there -(TM)s
something you need to know, -� Sam said, suddenly serious.   -�The news
sites have been trying to find out more about you, and they traced you to
the commune.  Jamie, they -(TM)re reporting that you grew up as a boy. -� 
-�Oh no! -� Jamie gasped.  She had so divested herself from her old life
that she hadn -(TM)t even thought about it being revealed.  This was
infinitely more embarrassing than merely being seen naked.  It was
absolutely the last thing she wanted anyone to know about her. Jamie began
to weep as she heard Simone saying,  -�Jamie, I -(TM)m sorry this happened
so fast today.  Normally I talk to the girls about what happens when you
get famous.  I should have prepared you for this. -� Down the stone steps
on the sideway, the public and press were cordoned off at the edge of the
Plaza, and Jamie saw the zoom lenses pointing at her.  Before Annabelle and
Simone realized she was going to do it, Jamie began walking down the stairs
toward the press.  Annabelle tried to catch her, but Jamie was quick, and
surprisingly sure-footed in four-inch heels.  By the time Annabelle caught
up it was too late and they were standing in front of dozens of whirring
and clicking cameras.  -�Miss Taylor only has a few minutes available, -�
Annabelle announced officiously, trying to take control of the situation. 
-�She will very briefly answer one or two questions. -� The reporters all
shouted out questions, the most common being variations of  -�were you
really raised as a boy? -� and  -�do you really live naked? -� Jamie
cleared her throat and said,  -�It -(TM)s true that I grew up Gated In, -�
Jamie said as everyone became quiet,  -�and it -(TM)s true that I was
raised as a boy.  I don -(TM)t know if they just couldn -(TM)t tell I was a
herm or didn -(TM)t want to acknowledge that herms exist because all that
mattered was that I had this. -� Jamie lifted up her penis and let it fall
again.  -�My mother died when I was four and they put me in a boys -(TM)
orphanage.  I remember trying to tell the adults I belonged with the girls
-" that I was a girl  -" but no one believed me, and they told me it was a
sin to even say that.  I stopped saying that because all it did was make
things worse.  But I tried to keep believing it. -� Jamie -(TM)s voice
broke and fresh tears ran down her cheeks.  -�As we all got older, people
started looking at me like I was deformed, and then I got these. -� Jamie
cupped her breasts in her hands for a long moment as she said,  -�I loved
them, but I tried to hide them because they were jut more evidence of my
freakishness.  I heard them say I was a mistake of nature  -" an
abomination that for some mysterious reason God allowed to be born.  On the
morning of my 18th birthday, before anyone else was awake, I climbed over
the gate.  That was . . .  three days ago. -� Even among the most cynical
reporters there were gasps and tears as Jamie told her story.  -�I had some
money from my mother -(TM)s life insurance and I wanted to get as far away
as possible and I went to enroll at Scarborough University.  I had to have
a physical exam, and that -(TM)s when I found out I was a hermaphrodite.  I
didn -(TM)t even know what that was, but the doctor said it means you
-(TM)re a girl not a boy.  She said I look the way I do because I -(TM)m
supposed to, not because I was a mistake. -� Jamie sobbed uncontrollably,
her shoulders shaking, as tears ran like rivers down her cheeks and dripped
onto her breasts. Annabelle stepped between Jamie and the cameras.   -�I
think that -(TM)s probably enough questions for now, -� she said, but Jamie
shook her head and wiped her eyes as she fought to regain her composure. 
-�It -(TM)s okay, -� she said.   -�I -(TM)ll answer the other question too.
The one about my . . .  about my nudity. -� Wiping her eyes with a tissue
Annabelle gave her, Jamie went on.   -�Where I grew up, the girls all wore
these long plain dresses with aprons and bonnets, while  -~we -(TM) boys
wore black denim pants, white shirts and clunky black shoes.  So that
-(TM)s what I wore all my life and it -(TM)s what I was still wearing when
I arrived at Scarborough.  I hated those clothes and I couldn -(TM)t wait
to get rid of them, and after the doctor told me I was really a girl after
all, well, I wanted a dress.! -� Everyone in the press corps smiled and
chuckled at this because although the tears were still wet on her cheeks,
Jamie -(TM)s mood had changed and everyone who watched her  -" including
millions of live TV viewers  -" felt her emotions as if they were their
own.  -�So I bought this skimpy little yellow sundress, -� Jamie went on, 
-�and threw away my old clothes  -" I would have burned them if I had the
opportunity  -" so when I showed up at the girls -(TM) dorm that yellow
dress was all the clothing I owned.  When I walked into the dorm, the only
thing on my mind was just wanting to be accepted and I was totally
unprepared when the very first girl I met was naked.  I had never ever seen
anybody naked before, not even the boys I lived with.  I barely even saw
myself naked. -� More laughter bubbled through the press corps.  -�Then I
found out that the girl was naked because she had been the newest girl on
the floor  -" but now I was the new girl.  I was so happy just to be
referred to as  -~the new girl -(TM) that it took me a minute to realize
what this meant.  But I still thought of myself as a mutant freak of
nature, and I said no, you don -(TM)t want to see me naked  -" anybody but
me.  And I told them why  -" that I was a  -~herm -(TM) (if felt weird even
saying that word, but it was better than having to say  -~boy -(TM)).  I
was absolutely certain that once they knew what I was they would say ewww,
well, then never mind about that whole new-girl-goes-naked thing.  -� But
they didn -(TM)t react that way.  They actually wanted to see me naked, and
there was one girl in particular  -" Sam  -" and she -" -�  -�Are you now
referring to the former Olympic athlete and college hoops star Samantha
McCain? -� one of the reporters called out.   -�And as a follow-up, are the
two of you romantically involved? -� At this first public mention of their
relationship, Jamie grinned, made an involuntary giggle and bounced up and
down on the balls of her feet, causing her pink nipples to jiggle for the
cameras.  -�Was that a yes? -� someone else called out, and the entire
press corps roared with laughter.  -�Yes it was a yes, -� Jamie said, and
then wagged her finger at them, adding  -�but she prefers to be called Sam,
not Samantha.  Anyway Sam was the one who decided that because I was the
new girl I had to be naked and she started taking my new yellow dress right
off of me.  I was too paralyzed to stop her, but I was still convinced that
no matter what she said or intended that she -(TM)d still be involuntarily
repulsed by my freaky, mutant body.  And yet. . .  again, what happened was
the opposite of what I expected.  Sam and the other girls acted like me
being naked was basically the sexiest thing they ever saw  -" which seemed
impossible to me.  I even suspected were just being nice and trying to make
the ugly girl feel okay about herself.  -�But then Sam somehow got me to go
naked in public I had to walk across campus naked and go to this little bar
off campus naked.  I was unbelievably embarrassed and terrified that people
would react badly and throw a blanked over me, but they didn -(TM)t. 
Everybody seemed to . . .  well . . .  love . . .  seeing me naked.  It
happened everywhere I started to wonder if maybe it could actually be true
. . .  that I was . . .  pretty. -� Saying this, Jamie voice broke, but she
kept in control.  -�And that -(TM)s when something clicked in my brain, and
even though I told myself I was only doing it for Sam, I think that was the
moment when I started to fall in love with the idea of going nude all the
time. -� This was a very stirring little speech  -" especially to Jamie
-(TM)s penis which was so stirred it rose to give her a stranding ovation.
-�Oh crap, not now! -� Jamie shrieked, pushing down on her erection and
mentally wishing it to go away.  Although this technique had worked a few
minutes earlier during the wedding photo shoot, this time she was too late.
Her penis stood up full and hard as cameras clicked like machineguns. 
Jamie knew it was too late to stop it and let her hands drop to her sides.
-�I -(TM)m sorry, -� she said, her face and chest going bright red behind
her pearls  -�I can -(TM)t control it very well and once it gets this big
it just sort of locks in position.  Unless I splash  -" which I really hope
I don -(TM)t do in front of everyone  -" it could take an hour to go back
down.  I hope nobody minds too much. -� The representative members of the
press tried to maintain their objectivity on this question, failed utterly,
and began assuring Jamie that they certainly didn -(TM)t mind at all. 
Annabelle took the opportunity to bring the impromptu press conference to a
close, announcing that there was only 10 minutes remaining before the next
shoot and Jamie had not yet had time to have her lunch. Annabelle took
Jamie -(TM)s arm and they walked together back up the long stone stairway,
Jamie still wearing here bridal outfit, her rigid penis swaying back and
forth with her stride.  At the lunch table, she took a glass plate and
selected some mixed fruit and bit of Greek salad.  Others in the production
crew were still eating also, standing together in a circle because there
were no chairs, and Jamie joined them.  She tried to just ignore the fact
that her penis was still fully erect, and she was grateful when the women
in the crew ignored it also and made small talk about other things. Just as
she could not control whether she got an erection, Jamie also could not
control the production of sweat inside her vagina.  As she stood eating
bits of fruit from the glass plate, still wearing her bridal attire, drips
of sweat began to slip through her labia and drip to stone between her
feet. This did not go unobserved, but the Duchamp crew politely ignored it.
As Jamie had predicted, her erection would not go away for a long time.  It
remained steadfastly in the  -�11 o -(TM)clock -� position when the lunch
break concluded and she was sent back to the makeup station to prepare for
the next photo shoot.  Britney and Bethany carefully removed and packed
away the bridal accessories, and began preparing Jamie for the next photo
session.  It was a beer ad and the setting was to be a tropical beach, so
the makeup girls began giving Jamie a spray-on tan. Although the fake tan
was applied with a spray gun, Britney and Bethany found it necessary to use
their fingers to rub the color in, so as they sprayed with one hand they
rubbed Jamie -(TM)s skin with the other.  It took a while to cover the top
part of Jamie -(TM)s body, but when they reached her penis it was still
quite erect.  Undeterred, they began rubbing it with and they giggled as
they gave it a careful layer of color.  They also had to do her bottom and
between her legs where Jamie -(TM)s sopping pussy continued to drip.  This
was a potential problem because sometimes the drip ran down her inner thigh
and this disturbed the makeup.  Bethany took some tissues and began wiping
the sweat that kept coming from Jamie -(TM)s pussy.  Finally, she balled up
several tissues into a ball and carefully inserted it between Jamie -(TM)s
lips just far enough for it to stay in place. Meanwhile, Britney had
returned to work some more on Jamie -(TM)s still-erect penis while Jamie
struggled to keep from splashing.   -�I think you -(TM)ve got it, -� she
finally said.  -�Be patient, -� Britney replied with a little grin.   -�We
-(TM)re the make-up experts.  Bethany, what do you think? -�  -�It -(TM)s
too orange, Brit, -� Bethany insisted.  She sprayed some plain water on
Jamie -(TM)s penis and used her hands to rub off some of the color and then
she dried it with a paper towel.  -�Now you -(TM)ve taken too much color
off, -� Britney complained.  Now they took turns spraying on a little color
and rubbing it in as Jamie bit her lip and concentrated.  This went on for
several more minutes until Francois started yelling for them to wrap it up.
 -�Just one more sec, -� Britney called.  Setting aside the tan sprayer,
she picked up a squirt bottle filled with baby oil.  Now she sprayed on a
layer of wet sheen to simulate sweat.  Jamie could not help but laugh at
the irony of this.   -�I could have done that for you, -� she whispered. 
-�You should have, -� Britney giggled, digging the now-sopping ball of
tissues out of Jamie -(TM)s pussy.   -�You can -(TM)t say we didn -(TM)t
give you a chance. -� The crew had set up a green screen background which
would become the backdrop.  Posing Jamie in front of it, they turned on a
wind machine blow her hair back and boosted up the spotlights to imitate
the tropical sun.  Finally, they gave her a volley ball to hold in one hand
and an icey-cold beer bottle to hold in the other. Jamie -(TM)s erection
had not subsided even slightly, but Francois decided it was perfect for
this particular ad.  -�Imagine you have just beaten all of zee boys at
volley bool, -� he said.   -�And here you stand laughing at zem, yes?  So
bold and bare you are, and you have zee hard-on of veektory! -� Jamie
laughed just the way he wanted and Francois got what he knew was the
perfect shot. It did not take long and now Jamie was sent back to Britney
and Bethany to have the fake tan and fake sweat washed off.  For this, they
had her stand up in the empty clawfoot bathtub while they sprayed her with
warm water.  Of course, the spray alone was not enough so while one girl
performed that task the other would lather up her hands with soap and rub
them on Jamie -(TM)s skin to wash everything off.  Both girls preferred the
lathering task to the spraying task so they agreed to turns. As before,
some body parts seemed to require much more attention than others.  Again
and again they lathered their hands and rubbed them between Jamie -(TM)s
legs and on her penis, which was still erect but beginning to soften
slightly.  However it was still perpendicular and substantially enlarged
and as the girls took turns vigorously cleaning it the kept their faces
close to their work.  Jamie knew they were daring her to splash them in the
face, and oh she wanted so much to do so.  But the videographer was so
close, zooming in to capture the moment while down the hill the
photojournalists had their giant zoom lenses on tripods pointing at her
too. Jamie managed to keep control, disappointing both the make-up girls
and her own penis, which finally gave up and collapsed from exhaustion,
slowly shrinking to almost-normal size. For the next shoot, the props were
an opened bottle of red wine and a glass half-filled with red wine. 
Francois knew exactly the pose he wanted.  He would shoot from behind her
as she stood with a wide stance forming a triangle inside of which the
viewer would see the bottle of wine.  A crew member opened the wine and
poured some into a glass.  Francois knew how much wine he wanted remaining
in the bottle and he knew how much he wanted remaining in the glass so he
kept telling Jamie to take a few sips until they got it just right.  Now
the bottle was half empty and Jamie was feeling the buzz as she stood in
her pose, her feet planted wide and holding the half-empty glass in her
right hand, her arm straight down so the wine glass would be next to her
thigh. Jamie knew Francois was aiming his camera between her legs from
behind, but she had so little knowledge of her own body it did not yet
occur to her that the poofy slit of her vagina would be so prominently
displayed, her penis dangling behind it.  Francois recorded this image at
least 100 times with only the slightest variation between shots. Now they
had reached the final photo shoot of the day.  This last advertisement was
for a company that made expensive sheets and pillowcases, and the setting
of the shoot was a king-sized bed upon which Jamie was to recline
sensuously. The company -(TM)s claim to fame was that it -(TM)s synthetic
material absorbed moisture without letting wetness through to the mattress.
The product -(TM)s previous ad campaign showed a married couple drinking
champagne in bed to celebrate their anniversary and humorously spilling the
bottle in bed.  But for the new campaign, Francois had something sexier in
mind. Positioning Jamie on her back, sprawled across the bed diagonally,
her legs entwined in a tangle of sheets.   -�Now my dear, -� he said to
her.  -�My camera, she is going to be focused only on your beautiful face,
but your whole body must be involved, yes?  We must see in your expression
that you are having ze orgasm.  So do with your hands what you do when you
give yourself love.  But I will be looking at your face, not at your hands.
Your eyes must be on the camera, looking back into the eyes of the one you
love. -� Jamie -(TM)s penis, having rested quickly rose to the occasion and
Jamie felt it rigid in her hand.   -�You want me to . . .  to splash
myself? -�  -�Yes, but it is not ze splashing zat I am trying to capture,
but your expression just before ze splash, yes? -�  -�Okay, -� Jamie
smiled,  -�but you better be quick because zee orgasm, she will not wait
for us, yes? -� This made him chuckle.   -�What a bad girl, making fun of
poor Francois.  I will be ready when y0u are read, my sweet little one. 
But your eye must stay with my camera, yes? -�  -�Yes, Francois, -� Jamie
breathed in a whisper as her fingers reached between her legs to the wet
slit of her pussy where she was dripping with sweat.  She had tried so hard
to avoid splashing earlier, but now Francois wanted her to, so it must be
okay.  She wanted to close her eyes, but she kept them open, staring with
adoration at the camera in which she imagined not just Francois -(TM) eye,
but also Sam -(TM)s.  Her fingertips slid upwards out of her vagina and
slid wetly along the underside of her rigid penis where her clitoral nerve
endings were located. Jamie smiled, keeping her eyes on the camera.   -�I
love you, -� she whispered to the camera as the orgasm began and in an
instant sweat splashed across her face and chest.  -�Fini! -� Francois
declared, a cheer went up among the crew and someone popped open a few
bottles of champagne.  Jamie was still getting her breath back after her
orgasm and sweat was running off of her face and chest onto the apparently
impervious sheets.  She just wanted to lie there and let it dry on her skin
like she always did, but she heard voices calling her name. Jamie sat up
and looked down the tall stone steps to where the police had cordoned off
public.  Hundreds of people were crowded together trying to watch and when
they saw she was looking in their direction they waved excitedly and called
her name louder.  Without consciously deciding to do so, Jamie stood and
began walking down the stone steps towards the crowd, her face and chest
still dripping with the sweat of her ejaculation Although a few men were in
the crowd, those who pushed their way to the front as Jamie approached were
all women  -" their arms stretching over the barricade wanting to touch
her. As two security guards hovered nearby, Jamie stepped closer and began
touching then hands that reached out to her.  But it was not just Jamie
-(TM)s hands that her fans wanted to touch, but her body  -" especially
wherever she was wet  -" and she saw women put their wetted fingers to
their lips or wipe her sweat on their cheeks as if it were a magic elixir.
Jamie slowly moved along the barricade she felt hands on her breasts and
even on her penis and between her legs where she was dripping wet.  But
this did not feel like sexual groping to her, but something more innocent
and pure. When she came to the end of the area that had been roped off,
Jamie waved goodbye as she turned to walk back up the stone steps, her body
now completely wiped dry. By this time, Francois had chosen his sixth image
and there it was projected onto the side of a building  -" Jamie -(TM)s
face, still dry, at the moment of orgasm while frozen in the air a few
inches above her face a thin, clear sheet of liquid glistened in the light.
So now there were six photos on six buildings, all of them 40 or 50 stories
tall.  The first and last were close-ups of her face while the four in the
middle all showed her nude body from one angle or another.  Two of the
photos showed her with an erection. The production crew was still packing
up its gear, but Simone, Annabelle, Britney and Sam were getting into a
limo and waiting for Jamie to join them.  She climbed in and took the space
they -(TM)d saved for her between Sam and Britney and again felt the cool
leather seat against her skin.  -�Baby, you were wonderful! -� Sam
declared, grabbing her by the ears and planting a big kiss on her.   -�But
did you just cheat on me with 200 people down there? -�  -�No!, -� Jamie
squealed, embarrassed.  It had been a beautiful moment that she hoped to
experience again, but she was not sure how to talk about it so she changed
the subject.   -�Where are we going anyway? -� Annabelle was just getting
off a phone call and said,  -�it -(TM)s all set.  Jamie and Sam are both
booked on Ellen tonight. -�  -�Um, who -(TM)s Ellen? -� Jamie asked.
Annabelle laughed.   -�I keep forgetting you don -(TM)t know these popular
culture things.   -~The Evening Show, with Ellen DePalma. -(TM) Ellen is a
very famous comedian and on her show she interviews guests who are in the
public eye  -" and you, dear, are the star of the moment. -�  -�Oh stop. 
So what, there -(TM)s an audience? -�  -�A small audience  -" 200 people or
so.  You -(TM)ll just go out and sit with Ellen and she -(TM)ll interview
you for 1o minutes, then they -(TM)ll bring Sam out to join you and then .
. .  if you -(TM)re willing . . .  they really want you to sing  -~Choose
me. -(TM) -�  -�Do I get a rehearsal? -�  -�There -(TM)s no time, and honey
I don -(TM)t think you need it.  I assume you didn -(TM)t rehearse for that
karaoke thing, and you were perfect that time. -� Jamie wasn -(TM)t
worried. She knew she had not, in fact, been  -�perfect -� in that karaoke
tape, but her errors had been subtle ones that only someone with an ear
like hears would have noticed.  But it was only 200 people so no big deal,
and she loved that Sam was going to be on the program with her.  Sam had
become famous long before Jamie  -" and for more substantial reasons.  As
wonderful as it felt to have people want her the way they apparently did,
Jamie did not want to eclipse Sam, who deserved the attention much more
than Jamie did.  -�Okay, it -(TM)s set, -� Annabelle declared, opening up
her notebook and projecting a holographic screen displaying charts and
numbers.   -�We -(TM)ve only got a few minutes before we get there so let
me bring you all up to date on the data we -(TM)ve been seeing all day. 
The instant polling data is so far off the chart we had to have the IT guys
make sure it wasn -(TM)t a programming error.  You polled extremely well
among both men and women, but honey you are absolutely phenomenal among
women between 18 and 40, which is of course Duchamp -(TM)s demographic. 
Jamie, nearly every woman in the country just fell in love with you. -� 
-�Oh that can -(TM)t be so, -� Jamie laughed, waving it off.   -�And
whatever you -(TM)re seeing is probably just because of those ginormous
photos! -�  -�It -(TM)s not just the photos, -� Annabelle said.   -�The
Duchamp Girl always gets a lot of attention every year, but nothing like
this.  We even factored in an extra boost because of you being a herm, but
the numbers are way beyond that estimate too. -�  -�It -(TM)s you, Jamie,
-� Simone said.   -�It -(TM)s you as a person that people love.  Not just
that you -(TM)re the Duchamp Girl, not just that you -(TM)re a herm, not
even just because you go naked  -" though that is a huge factor.  No,
Jamie, what the country loves is you.  We started seeing the reaction
during the first photo shoot, and then photos and video of you started
surfacing on the Interweb  -" including this amazing piece of footage. -�
Simone held up her phone and played the video of Jamie singing  -�Choose me
-� back at the dorm.   -�This became the number one video in the U.Q. 
within 10 minutes after it was posted this morning.  All the news channels
started following the shoot live  -" which they -(TM)ve never done before.
They broke away now and then to work in some of their other programming,
but when you started walking down that long bank of steps toward the press
every station switched live to hear your voice for the first time. 
Virtually the entire country was watching when you told your very personal
story.  You were eloquent and charming and genuine, and they loved you for
it.  When you spoke of your childhood millions of people wept, myself
included.  And then in an instant you lightened the mood and millions of
people laughed with you and fell in love with you. -�  -�And then they
probably all masturbated, -� Sam put in.  -�Some of us were a bit too busy
to do that, -� Annabelle laughed,  -�Not that it didn -(TM)t cross our
minds.  But yes, Jamie, virtually every woman in the country is now
fantasizing about you  -" and probably the men are too.  All day long the
media was reporting what they were learning about you second-hand and that
tantalizing detail  -" that you -(TM)ve chosen to be naked continuously  -"
was rumored all day long, but no one was certain it was true.  Then you
were in front of them confirming it, talking with such honesty and openness
about why you want to be naked.  You totally had them at that point and
just when no one could imagine anything sexier than that, then you topped
it all by getting a humongous erection on live TV! -�  -�But I . . .  I
couldn -(TM)t help it! -� Jamie cried.   -�It just happened and I didn
-(TM)t know what else to do.  I -(TM)ve been struggling with it all day and
I knew I couldn -(TM)t keep hiding it with that many cameras on me. -� 
-�You handled it perfectly, -� Simone said, patting Jamie -(TM)s bare
thigh.  -�That was a home run from a PR standpoint. -�  -�Definitely, -�
Annabelle agreed.   -�We have polling results on that too.  The vast
majority of respondents gave positive answers about your erections. -� 
-�You polled THAT? -�  -�Of course, -� she said.   -�Your erections have
become part of your image within your emerging fan base.  They love your
story, they love that you go naked all the time, they love your penis  -"
there are web pages devoted to photos and video of your penis  -" they love
when you have erections and they absolutely love it when you splash. 
Lordy, those are high positives  -" I -(TM)ve never seen numbers like this
before.  Needless to say, that video clip of the moment when you splashed
yourself is at the top of the charts.  You should do more of that, honey.
Oh, it looks like we -(TM)re here. -� They had only traveled a few blocks,
and several of Jamie -(TM)s fans had followed on foot. When the car came to
a stop in front of the World News Network building a security team had
already cordoned off a pathway for Jamie and her entourage to enter the
building.  As Jamie exited the limo, she was overwhelmed by the crowd and
the attention.  Many of the women closest to the barricades had stripped
themselves topless or even naked, striving to get Jamie -(TM)s attention.
Jamie was drawn to them and before the security guards realized it she
started leaning over the barricade to accept hugs and skin-against-skin
intimacy with more than a hundred women who had squeezed themselves into
the limited space. Annabelle took her by the elbow to pull her along and
keep her from lunging over the barricades and in so doing they made their
way up the red carpet to the fancy restaurant.  Jamie would not allow
herself to be hurried as she accepted embraces from each woman in turn.
Once inside the theater, they were ushered into a green room which was well
stocked with chilled wine, fruit and cheese.  A TV monitor showed what was
happening out on the stage and preparations were being made for the evening
-(TM)s show.  The audience was already packed with conspicuously beautiful
women. Simone was at Jamie -(TM)s side, also watching the monitor, so Jamie
said to her,  -�is it my imagination or are the women who seem the most
excited about . . .  about me are really attractive? -�  -�You -(TM)re not
imagining it, -� Simone said.   -�It -(TM)s your pheromones.  Didn -(TM)t
that doctor back at S.U.  cover this part? -�  -�She had to cover all the
basics with me, -� Jamie said, a little embarrassed by her ignorance.   -�I
guess she didn -(TM)t have time for pheromones. -�  -�Well, we all emit
them and we all react to them, -� Simone explained.   -�They -(TM)re in our
sweat and on our skin.  But there are subtle differences that make women
attracted to other women similar to her in physical beauty.  So a homely
girl is more likely to be truly attracted to another homely girl, and
beautiful girls are attracted to other beautiful girls.  -�Everyone is
attracted to herms, of course, but the more beautiful the woman the more
exited she will be about you.  A plain-looking girl might fantasize about
you, but she does not lose control of her emotions because her body tells
her you are beyond reach.  But a more beautiful girl will be more excited
because her body tells her she has a chance.  And a very beautiful woman 
-" a woman who might herself be a supermodel on the covers of magazines  -"
well, this woman will become so excited by you that she will behave like a
teenage girl infatuated with a movie star.  I -(TM)ve seen it happen many
times. -�  -�You -(TM)re a herm too, aren -(TM)t you? -� Jamie said. Simone
laughed.   -�I assumed you knew that the day we met, if only because most
people recognize me from my own modeling days.  Sometimes girls in your
generation don -(TM)t know me because I retired 20 years ago when I turned
65.  But then when I learned you were Gated In, I realized that of course
you wouldn -(TM)t have -" -�  -�Wait, -� Jamie interrupted.   -�What did
you just say about your age? -�  -�I -(TM)m 85 years old, -� dear. Jamie
remembered what the doctor said about herms not showing their age, but this
seemed unbelievable.  Other than her white hair and some lines around her
eyes, Simone looked as young as an especially fit 30-year-old.   -�But you
. . .  you don -(TM)t look . . .  you can -(TM)t be . . . -� Simone glanced
around to confirm that they were alone and then she untied the sash that
held her wrap-around dress together.  She opened it and Jamie -(TM)s mouth
dropped.  Simone -(TM)s breasts were much larger than Jamie -(TM)s but they
were still round and firm, without a hint of sagging.  Her stomach was flat
and her hips and legs as perfect as any woman of any age could be.  Simone
-(TM)s pubic hair was white against her well-tanned body and even as Jamie
watched, Simone -(TM)s penis grew into a sudden, full erection in a matter
of three seconds.  -�Oopsie, -� Simone said, closing her dress and retying
the sash low enough on her hips to press her still-standing erection
against her body.   -�Sorry, but I -(TM)ve never learned to control -" -�
She was interrupted by sudden applause in the theater below as Ellen
Dempsey was introduced.  Jamie and Simone joined the others in the green
room watching Ellen -(TM)s monologue in which she made several hilarious
references to the hoopla over Jamie Taylor  -" and when she announced that
rumors were true that Jamie would be her guest that evening, the studio
audience went wild. A makeup staffer from the show dashed into the green
room to assess Jamie.   -�Wow, -� she laughed.   -�If everybody looked as
perfect as you, I -(TM)d be unemployed.  All I need to do is give you a
light powdering for the TV lights. -� She quickly did this and dashed from
the room as another staffer beckoned Jamie to follow. She was positioned
behind a curtain and told to wait as she heard the announcer -(TM)s voice
introducing her.  The curtain opened and Jamie did as she was instructed,
walking across the stage to the desk where Ellen Dempsey waited.  The
cheers from the audience were deafening and did not relent even when Jamie
was standing next to Ellen and ready to sit down on her interview couch. 
-�Well, that was impressive, -� Ellen said when the noise died down  -�I
worked 10 years to get cheers like that and you did it in a day, girl. 
What -(TM)s up with that? -�  -�To tell you the truth, -� Jamie said.   -�I
have no idea what exactly happened today.  I just fell off the turnip truck
a few days ago and wandered into the Plaza and now here I am. -�  -�Were
you naked in this turnip truck? -� Ellen asked.   -�And why do these trucks
only carry turnips?  What -(TM)s wrong with carrots?  But enough about
produce.  I -(TM)m told there was a particular moment when you gave up your
last article of clothing.  Can you describe that moment for us? -�  -�Oh
yes, my yellow dress, -� Jamie said, and she launched into a recounting of
the previous morning -(TM)s events.  She -(TM)d been so busy since that
this was really the first time Jamie had even thought back on it and now
that she was describing it the feelings rushed back to her.  As she got to
the part in the story when she took off her dress and handed the clerk her
receipt, Jamie was aware of her penis becoming erect.  She noticed it early
enough that she might have pushed it back down, but she decided not to and
by the time she had finished the story it was fully erect. -�  -�I think I
speak for my entire audience, -� Ellen said,  -�when I say . . .  Oh.  My.
God. -� Jamie looked down at herself and shrugged.   -�I really hope no one
is offended by this, -� Jamie said,  -�but I get, like, eight or ten of
these a day, and if I -(TM)m going to go naked all the time  -" and I
really want to do that  -" then I don -(TM)t know what else to do except
just let it happen when it happens. -�  -�That sounds fine idea to me, -�
Ellen said.   -�What do you thing, audience? -� The audience thundered its
approval.  -�Well, this seems like an ideal segue to introduce my second
guest, -� Ellen said.   -�She won an Olympic gold medal in volleyball, she
won a national college basketball championship, and now apparently she has
won Jamie -(TM)s heart.  Ladies and gentlemen, give it up for Sam McCain!
-� Sam came onstage wearing a tight black dress that covered almost nothing
above the waist where its narrow straps somehow managed to stay on her
nipples as Sam -(TM)s otherwise unhindered breasts bounced gently with her
stride.  Her magnificent arms and shoulders were fully on display as she
waved in response to the thunderous cheers.  Though she -(TM)d been out of
competitive sports for more than a year, Sam McCain remained one of the
best known athletes in the U.Q.  and millions of girls across the country
had pictures of her on their walls. Jamie -(TM)s penis was still fully
erect as Sam gave her a five-second kiss, and they sat on Ellen -(TM)s
curved interview couch with Jamie in the middle.  -�Isn -(TM)t this cozy 
-" just the four of us, -� Ellen said to much laughter.  -�I just want
everyone to know, -� Sam said,  -�that I get to play with this whenever I
want. -� She gave Jamie -(TM)s rigid penis a wiggle with her thumb and
forefinger, holding out her pinky.  The beautiful women in the audience
cheered like sports fans urging Sam to do more.  -�You should all envy me,
-� Sam continued,  -�because I also have exclusive access to this lovely
pussy which is so nicely on display whenever her penis is standing up like
this.  Can you zoom on this? -� A camerawoman zoomed her big lens forward
until Jamie -(TM)s penis and vagina filled the frame.  -�Sam! -� Jamie
squealed, but she made no move to cover herself.  Even now, she knew she
would obey Sam regardless of what Sam was about to do.  -�Let -(TM)s take a
little tour, shall we? -� Sam said as she slid her fingers along Jamie
-(TM)s thigh.   -�First we have these lovely legs, and this adorable belly.
-� The camera followed Sam -(TM)s fingers as they moved up to Jamie -(TM)s
stomach and then to her breasts.   -�And will you look at those adorable
pink nipples.  Aren -(TM)t they precious? -� Every woman in the audience
was on her feet, many now partially undressed themselves.  Blouses and bras
were tossed in the air and trampled underfoot as they cheered.  -�But lets
go back down where the action is. -� Sam -(TM)s hand dropped to Jamie
-(TM)s lap and the camerawoman had to hurry to catch up.  -�Sam, please, -�
Jamie fidgeted.   -�Don -(TM)t make me splash on live TV. -�  -�Oh, but
your fans want me to, Jamie, -� Sam said, and the screams from the crowd
confirmed this.  As Sam slipped two fingers into Jamie -(TM)s pussy, the
camera zoomed in close.  Her wet fingers slid wetly up the underside of
Jamie -(TM)s very erect penis.  -�Oh Sam, -� Jamie breathed.   -�Oh please
Sam.  Please . . .  make me splash. -� Sam plunged her fingers back inside,
this time going deep and sweat immediately exploded from Jamie -(TM)s
penis, drenching her completely while also raining down on Sam and Ellen.
At that instant the audience went almost silent but for the gasps, and then
it exploded as well, bursting with random articles of clothing that flew up
in the air and rained back down. When the noise subsided enough for her to
speak, Ellen said,  -�so, could I offer you something?  A towel, maybe?  A
cigarette?  Shot of whiskey? -� Jamie shook her head and opened her eyes,
her face and hair dripping.   -�I don -(TM)t like to wipe it off. -�  -�Not
with a towel anyway, -� Sam said,  -�but Ellen, Jamie does like to wipe her
sweat on something. -�  -�Well now I -(TM)m intrigued, -� Ellen said, 
-�and I know the audience is.  What exactly does Jamie like to wipe her
sweat on? -�  -�I took the liberty of recruiting a few volunteers from the
audience, -� Sam said.   -�Ladies!  Come one out! -� Three naked women,
each so beautiful she might have been a contestant in the Miss U.Q. 
Pageant, ran onto the stage giggling like 12-year-olds.  They lined up in a
row as Sam took Jamie -(TM)s hand and led her up to the row of six breasts.
Sam put her hands on the back of Jamie -(TM)s head and guided the movement
as Jamie dragged her wet face across the row of boobs and back again. 
After a few passes, Jamie -(TM)s face was dry and the girls -(TM) breasts
were smeared with shiny patches of sweat. The rest of Jamie -(TM)s body,
from her neck to between her legs, was still wet so the three girls took
turns rubbing their faces on Jamie -(TM)s body, gradually transferring all
of her sweat to their faces where they used their hands to spread it around
their naked bodies.  In this fashion they worked their way down below Jamie
-(TM)s belly button when Sam interrupted.  -�Okay stand back, ladies, -�
she said.   -�I have dibs on this part. -� Sam knelt in front of Jamie and
put her head between Jamie -(TM)s thighs and then rose her body until her
face made contact with Jamie -(TM)s dripping pussy.  She dragged her face
up, catching Jamie -(TM)s now limp penis briefly in her mouth to suck off a
few drips of sweat, and then she stood.  The audience was in a frenzy and
nearly everyone was naked except a few forgotten boyfriends who congregated
shyly at the back of the crowd, holding their girlfriends -(TM) purses. Sam
acknowledged the cheers with a nod to the crowd the same way she used to do
after making a big play on the basketball court.  Jamie was in full blush,
one hand over her face in embarrassment.  Meanwhile, the three naked girls
were still rubbing their bodies together to share the last of Jamie -(TM)s
sweat.  -�We -(TM)ll be back after this break, -� Ellen said into the
camera,  -�and then Jamie to show off her voice also. -� During the break
Jamie made sure to hug each of the naked girls and kiss them each on the
cheek before they left the stage, and then she said to Ellen,  -�They told
me you want me to sing, but I haven -(TM)t rehearsed anything. -�  -�The
girls in the band were hoping you -(TM)d sing  -~Choose Me -(TM) with them.
They -(TM)re a lot better than that karaoke machine, aren -(TM)t you girls?
-� The band members responded with a flurry of drum rolls, guitar licks and
piano flourishes to show their enthusiasm. Then the show was back live and
Ellen said to the camera,  -�If you -(TM)re just joining us . . .  well you
really missed out!  But there might still be something pretty special if we
can talk Jamie into singing for us. -� The women in the audience most of
them now entirely naked, were losing their voices as they screamed for
Jamie to sing.  -�I don -(TM)t even have the words memorized, -� Jamie
weakly pleaded. Ellen stood and pulled Jamie by the hand over to the stage
where the band was set up.   -�Honey, we may not have a karaoke machine,
but we do have teleprompters.  See?  Just stand here and look into that
camera.  The words are right below it. -� The band leader, a black-haired
woman with tattoos covering both arms, counted down the beat and the song
began.  Jamie felt relaxed and confident.  She launched into it, pitch
perfect from the first note, and belted out the song that now meant so much
to her.  Only two days had passed since she -(TM)d sung it to Sam back in
the dorm basement, still thinking she might lose her in a few days.  But
now she and Sam were together and so much else had happened.  It had taken
Jamie a while to believe that people actually did think she was pretty and
that they actually did want to see her going naked.  And in that way they
were choosing her, and she wanted that so much.  All of her life, Jamie had
been the most imperfect and least desired person in the entire Gated In
community, and now she looked out into an audience of beautiful, naked
women jumping up and down, their perfect breasts bouncing, as they called
out her name in voices gone raw. Jamie wept with love and gratitude as she
sang, and she held the final note longer than anyone had heard a singer do
before.  And while her voice still echoed in the theater, Jamie ran to the
edge of the stage to clasp the sweaty hands of the women in the front row.
They tugged at her and she quickly lost her balance and fell into the
crowd, but a dozen hands caught her and held her aloft.  Realizing they
would never let her fall, Jamie arched her back and surfed on her chest
across the crowd, as hundreds of hands passed her along, many of them also
gently squeezing her penis or touching her sweat-drenched pussy as she
passed above them. At the back of the crowd, Jamie came to her feet, her
penis now erect, and embraced the first woman she could and then the next.
Working her way back to the stage, Jamie took a moment with every one of
the 200 women, all of them naked and treading on their abandoned, ruined
clothes. As Sam and Ellen watched, Jamie hugged each woman in turn, bare
skin against bare skin.  Depending on the other women -(TM)s height,
sometimes Jamie -(TM)s erection pressed against their bellies and sometimes
it slipped between their thighs.  When the height difference was just
perfect, the tip of Jamie -(TM)s penis would be snug against the wet lips
of the girl -(TM)s pussy, sometimes slipping slightly inside. Before she
embraced the 50th naked woman, Jamie splashed involuntarily, sending a
geyser of warm sweat above their heads and raining down on everyone nearby.
Every wet girl immediately rubbed her body against a dry girl, spreading
Jamie -(TM)s sweat until as many women possible had shared in it.  Ten
minutes later, after 100 more embraces, Jamie splashed again, and everyone
who was wet rubbed vigorously against anyone nearby who was dry. Finally,
Jamie was at the stairs going up to the stage and she felt hands caressing
her bottom and between her legs as she climbed the stairs to where Sam and
others were waiting.  -�What -(TM)s wrong, -� Jamie asked, seeing something
unusual in Sam -(TM)s expression.  She was afraid Sam was jealous about all
the touching that went on in the crowd, but that wasn -(TM)t it. Then,
Jamie noticed what was on the three giant video screens behind the stage.
There was her face and the words  -�Jamie Taylor elected new queen of the
U.Q. -�  -�What? -� she exclaimed.   -�That -(TM)s a joke, right?  I wasn
-(TM)t even a candidate, and isn -(TM)t the election next Monday? -�
Annabelle, who was now among those closest, said,  -�Jaime, every woman in
the U.Q.  is eligible to be queen.  Voters have been writing in your name
all day, but while you were singing  -~Choose Me, -(TM) just now, well,
everyone did.  Monday is the final day of the election, but so many people
have voted for you already that the outcome is decided.  Annabelle kneeled
and bowed her head.   -�Your grace, -� she said.   -�You are our new queen.
-� As Annabelle kneeled, so too did Ellen, Simone and even Sam.  All said,
-�your grace, my queen. -� Up on the TV screens the news stations showed
huge crowds all across the U.Q., everyone kneeling in honor of the newly
chosen queen.  -�Please, please everyone stand up, -� Jamie said.   -�This
can -(TM)t be true. -� Annabelle, Sam and the others stood, as Annabelle
said,  -�it -(TM)s true, Jamie.  You -(TM)ve been chosen as our next queen,
and you will remain our queen for the rest of your life. -�  -�We Love
Queen Jamie!  We Love Queen Jamie!   -�everyone in the crowed chanted.  Up
on the video screens, the news stations showed crowds in city after city
across the U.Q.  chanting  -�We Love Queen Jamie! -� A red carpet appeared
at Jamie -(TM)s feet, and it was unrolled in front of her as the crowd
parted respectfully, no one stepping on the red carpet as Jamie walked down
it, followed by Sam, Annabelle, Simone and the rest.  Burly male workers,
directed by a woman, kept the carpet unrolling and added new sections of
carpet each time one ran out.  The citizens dutifully stood aside and
accepted the red carpet as the boundary they could not cross.  But Jamie
held out her arms to touch their fingertips as she followed the carpet down
the stairs, outside and across the Plaza to the Palace. The analytical part
of Jamie -(TM)s brain had by this time abdicated and she allowed the
momentum of the moment to carry her down the carpet, her fingertips
touching her fans and moved forward.  Whenever she passed a naked woman she
paused to embrace her and as this was noticed on live television feeds to
women in line watching on their cellphones, it provoked a phenomenon along
the velvet rope line as more women shed their clothing for a chance to be
embraced by Queen Jamie.  The final 50 feet took a very long time as Jamie
paused to spend a special moment with each naked woman on the line. Now
Jamie was ascending the steps of the Palace where women in vestments of the
Church of The Mother blessed her.  At the top of the stairs was a throne
where two women in formal red uniforms held a crown.  When Jamie reached
the platform she turned to look back from the top of the Palace steps. 
Every street was jammed with people.  Every window of every skyscraper and
every bridge and balcony held people watching this moment in history.  She
could see thousands of faces looking back at her and she felt as if she saw
each face individually, and she wanted to know each person personally Two
women in white robes lifted the diamond-studded crown and held it above
Jamie -(TM)s head.  Declaring Jamie chosen by the people and by the Mother
God Herself, they placed the crown upon Queen Jamie -(TM)s head.  She
stepped forward to the center of the platform overlooking the city, every
microphone and camera focused on her.  She looked modestly down at herself
and spoke her first words as queen  -"  -�Oh crap, not now! -�



   THE GIRL WHO DIDN -(TM)T CHANGE, EPILOGUE

    -�Jamie I -� would go on to become the most beloved queen in modern
U.Q. history, rivaling Queen Belle herself. Because the queen -(TM)s
position was, by intention, a part-time role, Jamie continued working as a
model and began a singing career, performing in concert halls across the
U.Q.  Sam also continued her career, putting out a popular series of
exercise videos and soon becoming an action movie star.  Jamie also
received numerous movie and TV offers and she occasionally accepted small
parts, usually playing herself. Annabelle became Queen Jamie -(TM)s chief
of staff and Simone a senior adviser. Her royal duties included presiding
over official events and hosting state dinners, all of which she did nude,
of course, except for her crown, shoes and various royal jewelry.  She gave
speeches to Parliament promoting good causes and was often asked by
lawmakers to help resolve legislative logjams.  Being by far the most
popular person in the country, Queen Jamie -(TM)s support for any piece of
legislation virtually ensured its passage  -" but she had to really believe
in the cause to lend it her support. During the first year of her reign,
Queen Jamie married Sam McCain, who was thereafter officially known as
Princess Samantha.  Their lavish wedding was a huge news event televised
live around the world.  Sam wore a skin-tight white silk pants suit that
left her arms and much of her darkly tanned chest exposed.  Jamie wore only
a handcrafted veil, white shoes, a long pearl necklace and her crown. Queen
Jamie and Princess Sam lived together in the Royal Palace in the center of
Hariston.  Every day that the queen was not traveling, the royal guards
would open the gates for a steady throng of citizens hoping to meet, and
touch, the queen.  The vast majority of these acolytes were beautiful women
who arrived nude and sometimes camped out at the Palace gates in order to
be first in line. Jamie would greet each person in turn, embracing every
naked woman who sought her out.  Many of them, especially college-age
girls, would come back again and again.  Women who could not make the
pilgrimage displayed their adoration of Queen Jamie by going nude in their
daily lives as much as possible. Princess Sam did not mind sharing the
queen with the devoted girls and it was she who came up with the idea of
allowing some of these naked girls to live on the Palace grounds.  Sam
established the Palace Girls, a one-year internship in which college girls
worked as groundskeepers and Palace servants.  There was plenty of room to
house them in the castle -(TM)s little-used South Tower and they were able
to spruce up the neglected grounds at little cost to the Royal Treasury. 
Since the Palace was surrounded by skyscrapers, Hariston office workers
could look down behind the Palace walls to see beautiful naked college
girls cutting the lawn, planting flowers and trimming hedges. Periodically,
Princess Sam arranged for each girl to have a private audience with the
queen.  Jamie loved all of her girls and unfailingly remembered their names
and in what province of the U.Q.  they -(TM)d come from.  She would embrace
and kiss each girl and allow the girl to touch her wherever she desired. 
Jamie nearly always had a firm erection in these encounters and sometimes
she splashed the girl.  This was what all the girls dreamed of  -" being
splashed by Queen Jamie  -" especially when it happened during their
special time alone with her.  With no one else around to have to share it
with, the girl would rub her naked body against Jamie -(TM)s body until all
the sweat evenly spread between them . Jamie also loved to walk among her
subjects on the streets of Hariston.  She would go out to restaurants with
Sam or one of her thousands of close friends.  She bought papers at news
stands just to chat with her people and she jogged around Median Park. 
Being completely devoted to nudity, Jamie braved the winter months wearing
only boots, gloves and a hat and scarf, but she still took her walks
through the city.  Many of the businesswomen of Hariston had also taken to
going nude, though most of them wore coats when outdoors.  On one
particularly cold day when Jamie was shivering while waiting to buy a
newspaper, a passing businesswoman opened her overcoat to show that she was
herself nude.  Jamie embraced the woman, who then closed her coat around
the queen for a few minutes to warm her up.  This was reported on the
evening news and quickly became a tradition.  Wherever Jamie went in the
winter time, women would open their coats to let the queen warm up against
their bodies. Sadly, Princess Sam died in a skydiving accident when she was
50, and the nation mourned along with its queen.  Jamie never married
again, but her relationship with the Palace Girls became more intimate and
eventually a new tradition began in which every night one of the Palace
Girls slept in the queen -(TM)s bed.  Whenever Queen Jamie made love to one
of her Palace girls, she always thought of Sam. Queen Jamie -(TM)s reign
lasted 75 years, and though she lived to be in her 90s, she never appeared
to age beyond what she looked like at 25 or 30, except for her snow white
hair and a few lines around her eyes.