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   Chapter 1

   I -(TM)ve always been a bit of an exhibitionist.  Even going back to
junior high school, I opted for skirts over jeans and took every
opportunity to let the boys (and girls) get a glimpse of my panties.  In
high school I wore my skirts just as short as I could get away with.  I
learned a little trick where I would push my skirt down as low as I could
get it on my hips, making it seem longer and throw a sweater over my
outfit. Only once or twice did Mom make me change out of a skirt because it
was too short.  If she saw how I really wore them she would have never let
me out of the house in them.  I grew up in a small town and Mom would have
died if she knew how I was really dressing.

   By the time I was a senior in high school I had developed quite a
reputation.  I always sat like a proper young lady at home, knees together
or legs crossed at all times.  Home was about the only place I did this,
though.  At school I was always keeping my legs a little bit apart.  People
thought I was careless, or maybe a little eccentric, but everyone knew what
color my panties were.  Most people thought I was a slut but the boys that
I went out with knew I was a tease.  I was still a virgin on graduation
day. I had only let a couple boys feel me up and the closest I got to
having sex was with one special guy who I let see me completely naked.  Sex
for us was getting naked, him feeling me up, and me giving him a handjob.
We dated for about 4 months and did this just about every weekend.  He
wanted to go further but I didn -(TM)t let him.

   While I loved showing my underwear to everyone, I didn -(TM)t know that
what a turn-on it was to be embarrassed and vulnerable until just before
graduation.  With a couple weeks left of school I was sitting around with a
bunch of girls.  Julie was the new kid and my next door neighbor.  I didn
-(TM)t know her very well.  She had transferred to our school halfway
through senior year.  Her parents were both executives for a big company
and traveled a lot.  Julie had an au pair that lived in with them and she
took care of Julie during her parents frequent business trips.  Anyway, we
were sitting around thinking about what to do and someone suggested going
to the local deli.  A couple of the girls didn -(TM)t have any money so
they didn -(TM)t want to go.

    -œWell, maybe the slut can spread her legs and get the guy to give us
some free Cokes or something.  How about it Amy, you spread your legs
everywhere.  Will you flash for some Cokes so we can go to the deli? -
Julie taunted.  Everyone laughed and I blushed.  I couldn -(TM)t explain it
but I was getting aroused by Julie -(TM)s taunting.   -œYou could take your
panties off and we -(TM)ll get free Cokes for sure, - she continued. 
Everyone was laughing and teasing me.  I found myself wanting to do it.

    -œWhat, you think I -(TM)m just going to go ask the guy at the deli if
we can have free Cokes if I let him look up my skirt?  Just like that? -

    -œSure, why not? - Julie said, laughing.  Everyone got quiet as they
realized that I hadn -(TM)t said  -œno - to this idea.  I was getting very
horny and was hoping Julie would push this.  She did.   -œI -(TM)ll ask the
guy if you -(TM)re willing to put on the show.  How -(TM)s that? - she
said.  All eyes were on me.  I couldn -(TM)t claim that I was too modest. I
had my legs open most of the time anyway and never minded who saw it.

    -œOK, I -(TM)ll do it but you have to ask the guy, - I said.  Everyone
laughed.  I was so turned on.

    -œGreat, let -(TM)s go to the deli! - Julie said.   -œYou should
probably take your undies off before we get there, though. -

    -œHuh? - I hadn -(TM)t agreed to take my panties off.  I had never
flashed my bare pussy to anyone.  Everyone was looking at me like I had
agreed to this.   -œI have to take my panties off? - I asked.

    -œOf course, silly.  The guy has probably already seen your panties,
anyway.  Everyone in this town has.  Why would he give us free Cokes for
that? - Julie was the ring leader but my 3 other friends were pitching in
with her and they all expected me to do this.  And I was so horny at this
point.  So, I agreed and we all climbed into a car and headed for the deli.

   Soon I found myself in the back seat of a car with my 4 friends.  I was
in the middle and had one leg on either side of the hump thing on the
floor. I was wearing a very short skirt and my panties were now in the
front seat.  Julie was up front in the passenger seat.  When she turned to
look in the back seat she was looking right between my spread legs.

    -œYou might want to blot before we go into the deli, - Julie said.  I
was so embarrassed!  This whole thing had made me wet and now my friends
were talking about my wet pussy.  You could see my pubic hair glistening
from the moisture.  I couldn -(TM)t think about anything but how horny this
was making me.  It just got worse when Julie passed my panties back and I
used them to wipe away the moisture between my legs.  Everyone was laughing
at me.

   Julie handled the negotiations at the deli and really embarrassed me. 
She offered the guy a view of my pussy for the Cokes.  I had to lift my
skirt to prove to him that I was naked underneath.  Then Julie selected a
seat for me where the deli guy could see me and became the self-appointed
judge of how far apart my legs should be.  We were there for an hour with
the guy looking at me every chance he got.  And my friends, led by Julie,
of course, teased me unmercifully about whoring for Cokes all the way home.
They dropped me off at my house and I was inside before I realized that
Julie still had my panties.

   I was so horny I masturbated as soon as I got home.  I had the best
orgasm of my life thinking about what had happened.  I had never shown off
like that before and the teasing and embarrassment provided by Julie was so
hot.  After dinner I masturbated again.  Around 8:00 I called Julie and
asked her if I could come over to get my panties.  She laughed and told me
to come on over.  I was out the door right away.  I couldn -(TM)t wait to
see her again.

   Julie -(TM)s au pair answered the door.  She was a pretty girl and I
later learned that she was 19 years old.  Julie -(TM)s parents were both
out of town and I was surprised that such a young girl was Julie -(TM)s
adult supervision.  Julie was 17 and I had just turned 18 a few days ago.
The au pair was just a little bit older than we were!  She invited me in
and offered me a seat in the living room while she told Julie I was there.
Julie came down and sat down.

    -œSo Amy, it -(TM)s unusual to see you sitting with your knees locked
together, - Julie said with a laugh.  I blushed.  I didn -(TM)t want to
sit like I normally did since I was still not wearing panties.  Julie
wouldn -(TM)t get off the subject, though, and soon I had my knees about a
foot apart.  Julie noticed immediately that I wasn -(TM)t wearing underwear
and she laughed at me.  I could feel myself getting aroused again.  I asked
her if we could go up to her room and talk.  I wanted to talk about this
afternoon but I didn -(TM)t want her au pair overhearing the conversation.

    -œSure, we can go to my room, but first I want to do something.  Don
-(TM)t move a muscle, ok? - I nodded and she smiled at me.   -œEstelle! -
she called out.  I froze.  The au pair came into the room and there I was
in a short skirt, no underwear, and my legs spread.  Estelle laughed when
she saw me.

    -œThis must be the girl that was showing her twat for Cokes at the
deli! - she laughed and Julie laughed with her.  I was mortified.   -œI
hope you had her legs spread further apart than that in the deli!  All you
can really see is pubic hair, - Estelle said.  She looked directly at me.
-œIf you want to show off sweetie you should shave that forest you have
growing down there.  Julie told her we were going up to her room and up we
went.

   The next hour was surreal.  We sat on Julie -(TM)s bed and talked about
the afternoon.  Julie made sure I was on display the whole time and I
confessed to her how horny I had been during and after my exhibition.  I
told her how I loved the feeling of being embarrassed and how her
imagination and creativity had pushed me over the edge.  I found myself
telling her I wanted her to help me create embarrassing situations and I
wanted to really show myself off.  She listened to me ramble on, nodding
and smiling the whole time.  Finally I ran out of things to say.

    -œSo, what you -(TM)re saying is you want to be my personal Barbie
doll? I can dress you up and pose you just like my Barbie doll?  And you
want me to embarrass you? - Julie asked.  It sounded awful when she put it
like that but that was exactly what I was asking her to do.  She got up and
went into her closet and came back with a Barbie doll.  She held it up to
my face and laughed at me.   -œKnow how I like my Barbie dolls? - she
asked.  She was stripping the doll as she asked this.  I sat mesmerized
while she took Barbie -(TM)s dress off and held the naked doll up for me to
see.   -œCome on, Amy doll, strip! - My hands were shaking as I took off
my skirt, blouse, and bra.

   Part 2

   I stood there naked in front of Julie.  She laughed at me.   -œThis is
kinda cool!  Are you embarrassed? -

    -œEmbarrassed and horny! - I answered.

    -œWell, don -(TM)t get carried away with this, Amy doll.  I -(TM)m not
your girlfriend --I -(TM)m not sure I -(TM)m even your friend.  I had fun
embarrassing you today and I -(TM)m going to enjoy doing it tomorrow and
the next day, but remember that I -(TM)ll be laughing at you, not with you.
If we do this we -(TM)re going to do it my way.  If it -(TM)s fun for me I
-(TM)ll keep doing it but I -(TM)m not responsible for you.  I -(TM)m not
going to watch out for you or protect you, I -(TM)m just going to embarrass
you.  You decide for yourself if you want to continue, got it? - Julie
lectured me.  Somehow knowing she wasn -(TM)t my friend or looking out for
my best interests made this all even more exciting.  I told her I
understood her.

    -œNow, I think I know a way to make this a little more embarrassing for
you, - Julie laughed.  As she spoke she tugged at my pubic hair.  I froze
for a minute, knowing what was coming.  I instantly decided that I would
shave it all off.  I didn't wait for her to tell me to do it, I volunteered
to do it as soon as I got home.

    -œOh, why wait?  Go find Estelle and tell her what you want to do.  I
-(TM)m sure she can get all the supplies you need, - Julie said with a
smirk.

   I blushed from head to toe.  I couldn -(TM)t believe I was going to go
tell a complete stranger I wanted to shave my pubic hair and ask for
supplies.  I couldn -(TM)t deny the rush I was feeling from this
humiliating order, though.   -œDo you have a robe I can borrow or should I
just get dressed? - I asked.

    -œNeither, sweetie, just go as you are.  Nobody is home but Estelle and
my parents are both out of town.  I -(TM)m sure Estelle will understand
that you can -(TM)t shave your pussy with your clothes on, - Julie said
laughing at me.  I can -(TM)t really describe what was going on in my head
as I left Julie -(TM)s bedroom stark naked to find Estelle.  I can describe
what was going on between my legs, though.  I was soaking wet!

   Estelle didn -(TM)t seem all that surprised to see me.  She just seemed
amused.  I was so embarrassed I could barely speak and when I finally did
manage to tell her what I wanted she laughed and told me to follow her. 
She rummaged around in the bathroom on the main floor and handed me two
fresh disposable razors, scissors, a hand mirror, some shaving gel, and
some aloe lotion.   -œDo come back and show me when you -(TM)re done, OK?
- she said chuckling.  I agreed and headed back to Julie -(TM)s room.  I
didn -(TM)t want to think about the impression I had made on Estelle.

   When I got near Julie -(TM)s room I heard her laughing.  I walked in to
find her on the phone.   -œ --here she is now with an armload of supplies
to shave her pussy.  Yes, she is --naked as can be.  She is!  Look, I
-(TM)ll prove it. - Julie pointed the phone at me and it flashed.  Shit!
She just took my picture.   -œOk, here it comes.  You -(TM)ll see I wasn
-(TM)t lying --yeah, come on over --Estelle will let you in.  Ok --bye, -
She clicked the phone closed.

    -œBefore you start, Amy doll, run down and tell Estelle we -(TM)re
expecting company and ask her to let them in when they get here, - Julie
said.

    -œCompany?  Who were you talking to?  And who did you just send my
picture to?  I don -(TM)t think I want you taking naked pictures of me? 
Please don -(TM)t send it to anyone else, OK?  And who -(TM)s coming here?
- I blurted out everything without giving Julie a chance to answer.  She
just waved my questions away.

    -œGo tell Estelle there are people coming over and then get up here and
start shaving.  All you need to know is this will be embarrassing for you.
Do it or you can go home now and our little game is over.  I -(TM)m not
going to bother with you if you -(TM)re going to refuse to do everything I
ask.  What -(TM)s it going to be? -

   I put the shaving supplies down and told Estelle about the company
coming over.  She giggled and told me she -(TM)d take care of it.   -œBe
careful shaving!  You don -(TM)t want to cut yourself down there! - she
shouted at me as I headed back up the stairs.

   I ran some water in the tub and while it was filling I sat over the
toilet and trimmed my pubic hair as short as I could get it.  Julie watched
and snapped another picture of me with her phone.  I wanted to stop her
from taking pictures but I was so horny I wasn -(TM)t thinking straight. 
The picture of me trimming myself was vulgar!  I had my legs spread wide
and both hands by my crotch.  And I was wet!  Finally I finished with the
scissors and got in the tub.  It took about 15 minutes to shave all the
hair.  Julie snapped two more pictures while I was doing it.  I will never
understand why, but I just let her photograph me.  I didn -(TM)t even
complain.  Julie left the room and I finished up with the shaving and
spread the aloe over my now hairless crotch.  When I was done I looked in
the mirror and a wave of embarrassment came over me.  I looked like I was
10 years old!  I -(TM)m not a large girl and I have small breasts (b cup,
if you must know) and without my pubic hair I looked like a child.  Julie
was right about shaving making my nudity more embarrassing.

   As I walked into the bedroom I saw Julie on the phone again.   -œ --yes,
she -(TM)ll be totally naked --yes, she -(TM)s standing here right now
--.no, Estelle will answer the door --oh, OK, I suppose that would be
embarrassing --OK, I -(TM)ll have her do it --OK, see you when you get here
--.bye, - She looked at me and whistled.  I blushed and she chuckled.  
-œBefore you even think about it --don -(TM)t ask.  You -(TM)ll find out
who is coming when you let them in the door.  Go show Estelle your new look
and tell her you -(TM)ll get the door when our company comes. -

   I was speechless but so turned on.  I couldn -(TM)t believe how much my
life had changed in the last few hours.  I did as instructed and found
Estelle.  She complimented me on my shaving job and agreed that I looked 10
years old.  I told her I would answer the door so she need not bother.  
-œAre you getting dressed or are you answering the door like that? - she
asked.  That question brought me back to reality and the enormity of what I
was about to do hit me like a ton of bricks.  Estelle laughed when I couldn
-(TM)t answer the question.   -œI think I -(TM)ll have to stick around and
watch this. -

   Julie came downstairs and she and Estelle discussed my shave job and my
body like I wasn -(TM)t there.  I was squirming around from the intense
arousal but kept quiet.   -œIt looks like she -(TM)s ready to start
fingering herself right here in front of us, - Estelle said.

    -œOh, it -(TM)s a bit early for that but I -(TM)m sure she -(TM)ll be
doing that later on, - Julie said.  There was an awkward silence and then
the doorbell rang.  Both girls looked at me and I wanted to die right on
the spot.  The hardest thing I ever did in my life was open that door. 
When I opened the door I was conscious of flashes going off in front of me
and behind me.  I had been photographed nude again!

   Chapter 3

   That night was the most embarrassing night of my life!  Julie had
managed to let everyone in our circle of friends know I was naked and they
should come over to see.  My closest friends, some of them with boyfriends
that I didn -(TM)t know, and a couple of boys, one of them with a
girlfriend that I didn -(TM)t like, all saw me spend several hours as the
only naked person in the room.  I couldn -(TM)t just tell everyone that I
had let Julie intentionally embarrass me.  I had to act like it was my
choice and preference to be naked.  That made it so much more embarrassing
for me.

   I learned a few things that night that could only be learned by being
the only naked girl in a room full of dressed people.  First, I learned
that people will feel like its OK to stare.  I learned that every one seems
to have a camera phone and that people with camera phones will take your
picture a lot.  I learned that people will openly discuss your body if you
-(TM)re the only one naked.  This is not such a good thing if you have
b-cup titties and look like you -(TM)re 14 without pubic hair.  I also
learned that people with clothes will act superior to you when you -(TM)re
naked.  I learned that if you sit with your legs spread, showing off your
panties all the time, your friends will expect you to sit like that when
you -(TM)re naked, too (blush).  I also learned that all of this made me
terribly horny.  Finally, I learned that Julie is very creative.  She
always managed to start little conversations about me as if I was a piece
of meat and then just move on.  She seemed to be able to bring a
conversation about any subject back to naked me.

   I was so horny I couldn -(TM)t think straight.  I should have been
concerned with all the camera phones pointed at me but all I could think
about was if I could sneak out for a few minutes and masturbate.  I thought
about just going into the bathroom and getting myself off but I realized I
-(TM)d need about 15 minutes to get off and compose myself before I could
walk back into the room naked.  I asked Julie if there was someplace I
could go to masturbate.  She just laughed at me and suggested standing on
the coffee table in the living room would be a great place.  I declined her
offer but I only got more aroused thinking about what she suggested.  I
would never live it down, of course, if I just hopped up on the table and
started fingering myself.  I managed to keep my hands off myself for the
two hours or so everyone was over at Julie -(TM)s house.  I am sure a lot
of the people there could tell how excited I was.

   Since it was a school night the party broke up pretty early.  I couldn
-(TM)t wait to get home and relieve myself.  Unfortunately, Julie had other
ideas and, after every one had left, Julie, Estelle, and I sat around
talking about the experience.  Both girls teased me about the show I had
put on and how I had added to my reputation.  I guess being naked all night
would make people believe I was a slut but I hadn -(TM)t done anything
slutty other than that.  It wasn -(TM)t like I was giving blow jobs or
letting people screw me.  I pointed that out and both girls just laughed.
Estelle said,  -œMaybe next time. -

   After a little while Julie announced she was going to bed.   -œSee you
at school tomorrow, Amy-doll, - she said.  I was disappointed that she
hadn -(TM)t given me some instructions for embarrassing myself at school
the following day.  At that point I was so horny I would have agreed to
anything.  As it turned out, I skipped school the following day, anyway.  I
stayed up pretty late masturbating and still couldn -(TM)t get to sleep.  I
told my Mom I wasn -(TM)t feeling well.  She wanted to take me to the
doctor but I convinced her I -(TM)d be OK and she went to work.  I was
naked and playing with myself before her car was out of the driveway. 
Aside from sending a long e-mail to Julie, all I did all day long was
masturbate.

   My e-mail to Julie was long.  I thanked her profusely for providing such
an erotic experience.  I let her know that I had spent hours masturbating
and thinking about it.  I was so appreciative.  After all, I had been
showing myself off for years and never did anything so blatant before.  She
engineered the most arousing exhibitionist experience of my life so easily.
I wanted more and I told her so.  In fact, I told her I -(TM)d do just
about anything she thought up.  I talked about practical limits, like I
wasn -(TM)t about to walk naked into a police station or anything, but I
told her that I would never use the excuse that something was  -œtoo
embarrassing - or  -œtoo humiliating -.  I also said I wouldn -(TM)t
refuse anything without a discussion.  I wanted to be her Amy-doll and I
wanted her to make me feel like I did last night.  I encouraged her to be
mean and cruel to me.  I masturbated a couple times while composing the
e-mail.  Finally, I was sated and I took a nap.

   I woke up around 1:00 in the afternoon.  I was feeling much better after
my nap.  I was also no longer horny beyond belief.  I dressed in a skirt
and a t-shirt, not bothering with underwear since I wasn -(TM)t planning to
go out.  Reality began to set in and I started thinking about what all my
friends must be thinking of me.  I thought about all the pictures that were
taken last night.  Posing for naked pictures was a long-time fantasy of
mine but I wasn -(TM)t sure I was ready to make it real.  It was a little
late for that now, though.  Last night and this morning I was rubbing my
pussy thinking about my naked pictures being posted on the  -~Net.  Now I
was worried about it.  Some of the people that saw me and photographed me
last night weren -(TM)t exactly friends.  I figured it was inevitable that
some of those pictures would make it to the  -~Net.

   I also thought about the e-mail I had sent to Julie.  What seemed like a
good idea when I was so horny now seemed kind of stupid and kind of
dangerous.  I know I had made a lot of commitments in that e-mail.  I wasn
-(TM)t feeling so good about those commitments right about now.  I logged
onto the  -~Net to re-read that e-mail.  I don -(TM)t know what I thought I
could do about it now that it was sent.  I should have guessed that Julie
would check her e-mail from school.  She had already read my embarrassing
e-mail and responded to it.  I was so nervous I was shaking as I opened up
her response.

   Julie wrote: Hi Amy-doll!  I was a little surprised by your e-mail this
morning!  When you didn -(TM)t show up for school this morning I was
thinking you were too embarrassed to show your face.  You should be! 
Everyone is talking about you!  LOL I showed your e-mail around and
everyone laughed at the real reason you stayed home!  I had a great time
last night and I -(TM)m really gonna enjoy having you as my little dress-up
doll.  I -(TM)ll be home around 3 this afternoon and I want you at my house
when I get there.  Mom and Dad are still gone but Estelle will be home.  I
have some great ideas for outfits for you and I -(TM)m dying to try them
out. Oh yeah, I almost forgot --check out this website!

   I was mortified.  I re-read the e-mail I had sent to Julie and it was so
embarrassing!  And she had showed it around to people!  My heart was
pounding at the thought of other people seeing that e-mail.  Worse, I didn
-(TM)t know who had seen it.  How could I ever face anyone again?  And how
was I going to face Estelle after last night -(TM)s performance.  All she
knew about me was that I got naked for everyone last night.  I was so
embarrassed.  I clicked on the link in Julie -(TM)s e-mail and things got
even worse.

   The link was to a site called Web Shots.  It -(TM)s a place where people
can upload pictures for everyone to see.  The link was to an album called
Amy-doll.  I was stunned.  There were pictures of me on the  -~Net.  Lots
of pictures!  84 to be exact.  84 pictures of me completely naked!  I
thought I was going to faint.  Words can -(TM)t describe the feelings I had
looking at all these pictures of me, knowing that anyone that knew they
were there could see them.  In addition to being completely mortified, I
was immediately horny.  So horny, in fact, that I spent the next hour with
my hand up my skirt.

   As it got near 3:00 I cleaned myself up and dressed, with panties this
time, and headed over to Julie -(TM)s house.  Her car wasn -(TM)t in the
driveway, which was good since she said she wanted me there waiting for her
when she got home.  I was still very embarrassed about last night and was
dreading seeing Estelle again.  I knew she would laugh at me.  How could
she not laugh?  I stood in front of the house for about 10 minutes before I
got up the nerve to knock on the door.

   I had just about convinced myself that Estelle wouldn -(TM)t laugh at me
and I rang the bell.  I was trying to look as dignified as possible. 
Estelle opened the door and burst out laughing when she saw me.  I blushed.

    -œJulie said you were coming over.  I didn -(TM)t believe her.  I
figured you -(TM)d be too embarrassed to show your face around here.  Come
in, - she said.  It was a very awkward moment to say the least.  She
suggested I sit in the living room and I did.  I was feeling self-conscious
and I sat with my knees locked together.  I -(TM)m sure the blush on my
face was visible.

    -œWell, aren -(TM)t we the modest one today - she taunted me.  She sat
across from me and spread her legs wide apart.  Of course, she was wearing
pants, not a short skirt like I was.   -œI thought you always kept your
legs spread, - she laughed.  She had a point.  I didn -(TM)t sit this
modestly even when my mother was around.  Still, something in me, probably
the intense embarrassment I was feeling, was making me keep my legs
demurely closed.  I was even wearing one of my longer skirts and I still
felt exposed.

    -œNo matter, sweetie, - Estelle laughed.   -œI can see all of you
anytime I want.  You -(TM)re pictures are on the Internet, you know, - she
said, enjoying my discomfort.  I was mortified.  Just then Julie came
through the door.

   Chapter 4

    -œAmy-doll!  What are you doing with all those clothes on?  Hi Estelle,
- Julie said.  I froze.  She couldn -(TM)t expect me to strip again, right
here in the living room.  I didn -(TM)t move.  I just continued to sit
there, knees locked together.  I made no move to take my clothes off.  I
was overwhelmed with feelings of embarrassment.  I could feel my panties
getting moist, though.

    -œWhat -(TM)s the matter, sweetie?  Is this too embarrassing for you?
- Julie laughed.  She took some papers out of her purse and handed them to
Estelle.   -œCheck out this e-mail Amy-doll sent me. - I cringed.  It was
bad enough that she was letting Estelle read that horribly embarrassing
e-mail but it was even worse that she was reading it right in front of me.
Even worse was that I had agreed to do anything Julie asked me to do, no
matter how embarrassing it was.  And right now she wanted me to strip.

    -œOK, lets try this another way.  Amy-doll, I -(TM)m not going to argue
with you every time I want you out of your clothes.  So, here -(TM)s what
we -(TM)re going to do.  Follow me!  Julie walked to he front door and
stepped out.  I followed her outside and she shut the door.   -œI want you
to go home and decide whether you meant all that shit you wrote in that
e-mail or not.  I had some really fun stuff planned for us today but I
-(TM)m not interested in arguing with you.  I -(TM)ll give you 30 minutes
to decide if we -(TM)re done with this game or not.  If you don -(TM)t want
to play, just stay home.  If you do want to play, be back here by 3:45. 
Oh, yeah, one more thing.  If you come back, you come back naked. -

    -œJulie!  What do you mean  -~come back naked -(TM)? - I asked, afraid
of the answer.

    -œI mean exactly what you think I mean.  I -(TM)m not asking you to
strip again today.  If you want to continue our game you can strip at your
house and run your little naked butt over here.  I know your mom is at work
and you can wear some of my clothes to get back home again, - she said.

    -œBut I could be seen!  I can -(TM)t run over here naked in the middle
of the day! - I pleaded with her.

    -œLook, Amy-doll, you could have stripped when I told you to but you
didn -(TM)t.  So, this is a little punishment for you.  If you want to come
back here you come back naked.  If you -(TM)re not willing to come back
naked, don -(TM)t come back at all! - she said.

    -œI can -(TM)t streak the neighborhood!  Please, Julie, let me come
back inside.  I -(TM)ll strip right away and I won -(TM)t be any trouble, I
promise. -

    -œGo home, Amy-doll, - she said and turned and went inside the door. I
reluctantly walked home.  I was so horny thinking about what I had to do!
The whole exchange with Julie made me so horny I knew I couldn -(TM)t stop
the game.  I knew I was going to run across the yards to her house naked. I
just didn -(TM)t know how I was going to get the nerve to do it!  I cursed
myself for not stripping when she told me to.  I just needed a push to do
it because it -(TM)s so embarrassing.  Well, I got the push I wanted.  A
shove is more like it.  I went straight to my bedroom and stripped.  I
still had 25 minutes to spare and I was standing naked just inside my front
door.  I opened the door and stuck my head out a few times but lost my
nerve.  Finally I decided I would count to twenty and go through the door
and over to her house without stopping.  I glanced at my watch and saw it
was 3:25.  I hit twenty and stepped through the door, quickly closing it,
locking myself out, before I could lose my nerve.  After a short run I was
standing at Julie -(TM)s door completely naked, frantically ringing the
bell.  Nobody was answering it!

    -œAren -(TM)t you going to let her in? - Estelle asked with a laugh.

    -œIn a few minutes.  She loves this stuff!  Can you see what she -(TM)s
wearing? - Julie answered.

   Estelle looked through the peephole.   -œShe -(TM)s really close to the
door so I can see all of her, but I think she -(TM)s naked, - Estelle
laughed.

    -œLet her squirm there for a few minutes then let her in.  I -(TM)ll be
upstairs.  Send her up, - Julie said.

   I stood in the doorway of my next door neighbors house for five minutes
that seemed like forever.  I was terrified that someone would see me.  I
would have been screwed if she didn -(TM)t let me in.  I was naked and
locked out of my house in the middle of the afternoon!  When Estelle let me
in I was grateful to see her even though she was laughing at me and mocking
me.  I -(TM)m sure she could tell by my hard nipples and swollen pussy lips
that embarrassment wasn -(TM)t the only thing going on with me, too.

   Julie was in her bedroom and she was laughing at me, too.   -œSweetie,
we both knew you were going to strip for me.  Why did you make it so hard
on yourself?  I didn -(TM)t know how to answer her.  She didn -(TM)t press
me for an answer, though.  She continued lecturing me like a child.  
-œLook, Amy-doll, your little fetish is going to get you naked for lots of
people.  I didn -(TM)t think you wanted to show off for the neighborhood
you live in, though.  Maybe I -(TM)ve underestimated you! - she laughed. 
-œI don -(TM)t really want you naked on my doorstep so don -(TM)t force me
to make you do that again.  Are we clear, Amy-doll? - I felt totally
stupid as I nodded my agreement.

   Julie looked me up and down, appraising me.   -œYou look horny,
Amy-doll. Do you need to masturbate again? - I wasn -(TM)t expecting her
to ask me that!  The truth was that I did want to masturbate and I told her
so in a very low voice.  I was humiliated.  She laughed at me.   -œOK, why
don -(TM)t you masturbate while I pick out some clothes for you, - she
said.

    -œYou mean here?  Now? - I desperately wanted to masturbate but I had
never done it in front of another person before.

    -œYes, now, no, not here.  Go ask Estelle where you should masturbate,
- she said.

    -œOh Julie, I couldn -(TM)t! - I was shocked at the very thought of
doing that.

    -œWhat -(TM)s the matter, Amy-doll?  Too embarrassing for you? - She
tossed the print-out of my e-mail to me.   -œDidn -(TM)t you tell me that
nothing was too embarrassing for you?  Were you lying to me? - I was
trapped.

    -œAll right, Julie, you win.  I -(TM)ll go ask Estelle. - This was the
third of fourth time this afternoon that I had been embarrassed beyond what
I thought was possible.  Julie patted me on the head and told me I was a
good girl.  I was nearly in tears when I found Estelle.  It -(TM)s not easy
to approach someone you barely know, naked, and ask where you might
masturbate.  Predictably, she laughed in my face.  She decided the living
room was the best and a few minutes later I was sitting on the sofa. 
Estelle stood there smirking at me.

    -œI don -(TM)t suppose I could have some privacy, Estelle? -

    -œOh no way, girl!  I -(TM)m watching this.  Get started! -
Reluctantly I started rubbing my clit.  I was so horny that I eventually
closed my eyes and really started working on myself.  I was tugging on my
nipples and fingering myself.  Aside from the occasional giggle from
Estelle I wasn -(TM)t interrupted and I just imagined that I was alone and
really enjoyed myself.  I gave myself three strong orgasms.  The third was
especially strong and I arched my back and screamed as I climaxed.  I heard
applause and opened my eyes.  Not only was Estelle watching me but Julie
was there pointing a video camera at me!

   The two girls stood there laughing at me and discussing my masturbation
technique right in front of me.  I couldn -(TM)t do anything but sit there
and take it.  I had no idea how much of my performance Julie captured on
video but I knew she got the big finish.  I wondered what she would do with
the video.

    -œCome on, bimbo, we need to get you dressed.  We -(TM)re going to the
mall.

   I followed Julie upstairs to her bedroom.  I asked her if I could get
cleaned up and she wouldn -(TM)t let me.   -œYou smell like sex.  There
-(TM)s no way I walk into a mall smelling like that!  It would be way too
embarrassing for me, - she said with a smirk.  She saw the look of shock
on my face and laughed.   -œIt could be worse, sweetie.  I was going to
have you go to the mall wearing one of Dad -(TM)s shirts.  You know, give
you the  -~just fvcked -(TM) look to go along with your just  -~jvst ...ed
smell, - she continued.   -œOf course, you -(TM)re not going to like what
you -(TM)re wearing instead, - she laughed.  She tossed me a pink dress.
It looked like a child -(TM)s dress and I said so.

    -œIsn -(TM)t it great?  I found it in the attic a while back.  I was
eleven years old when I wore that last, - she laughed.  I was mortified. I
couldn -(TM)t go out in public in this horrid dress.  It was faded pink and
had a high elastic waist just under the breast.  There were 3 buttons up
top.  It just hung straight down from the high waist to the hem.  I thought
wearing this dress would be embarrassing until I put it on.  I realized
this was going to be thoroughly humiliating for me.  The dress was way too
small.  I got it on but there was no way I could button any of the buttons
on top.  I don -(TM)t have cleavage but this dress showed a lot of chest
skin.  It was very obvious that I wasn -(TM)t wearing a bra.  The worst
part was the length.  The hem just barely reached the bottom of my butt. 
This dress was less than an inch from being indecent.  I had never worn a
skirt this short and this dress was way more dangerous than any skirt!

    -œI cannot go out like this!  Everyone will know this stupid dress is
all that I have on!  People are gonna see everything! - I pleaded.

    -œYou catch on quick, Amy-doll.  I -(TM)m sure it -(TM)s decent enough
so you won -(TM)t get arrested and I -(TM)m optimistic that you won -(TM)t
get tossed out of the mall.  I don -(TM)t care whether it keeps you covered
or not, but for the record, I agree with you --people are gonna see
everything, - she laughed.  She handed me a pair of high heels.   -œPut
these on and we -(TM)ll be ready. -

   The shoes had a 5-inch heel.  I had trouble walking in them.  They also
made my butt jut out just enough that the f-ing dress didn -(TM)t quite
cover it.  I begged Julie to let me wear tennis shoes instead.

    -œOk, you can wear tennis shoes but if you do, we -(TM)re going to have
to go shoe shopping.  Think about it, Amy-doll, do you really want to be
shoe shopping in that dress?  It -(TM)s Ok with me! - she laughed.

   There was no way I was shoe shopping in this dress.  I reluctantly put
on the shoes and we went out to the car.  Mercifully, we didn -(TM)t see
Estelle on the way out.  I didn -(TM)t need to have her laughing at me in
this outfit.  In the car I had other worries.  With the windows up, the
smell of my arousal was obvious.  I begged Julie to turn around and not do
this.  She laughed.  All too soon we were at the mall.

   Chapter 5

   Julie passed up a bunch of good parking spaces and parked her car way
out in the middle of nowhere.  I saw at least a hundred empty parking
spaces closer to the mall.  As she was parking the car I pleaded with her
to change her mind.  I couldn -(TM)t imagine going into the mall in this
obscenely short, ridiculous dress.

    -œJulie, I know I said I wouldn -(TM)t refuse to do something because
it was too embarrassing but I don -(TM)t think I can do this!  This dress
makes me look like a fool and a slut and it -(TM)s too short its too tight
and most of my chest is showing and people are going to be able to look
right up it!  Please!  Let -(TM)s do something else, OK? - I know I -(TM)m
a bit of an exhibitionist but this dress was so humiliating and the thought
of wearing it into the local mall was freaking me out.  I -(TM)m used to
flashing my panties but I -(TM)ve always chosen the time and place to do
it. I -(TM)m not going to be able to prevent flashes in this dress and it
isn -(TM)t going to be panties that I -(TM)m flashing.  I was also fixated
on another fact.  This was a child -(TM)s dress and I -(TM)m 18 years old.
I look totally stupid in it.

    -œAmy-doll, you -(TM)re perfectly justified to be embarrassed.  You do
look like a fool and a slut in that dress.  You got into this situation
willingly.  You asked me to do this to you.  I didn -(TM)t pressure you
into this.  You are a fool, and you are a slut, so it -(TM)s only right
that you look the part, - she said with a laugh.   -œI know this is
embarrassing.  It -(TM)s supposed to be embarrassing.  You like being
embarrassed. -

    -œJulie, please!  I don -(TM)t want to do this.  Everybody from school
hangs out at this mall!  People I know are going to see me dressed like
this!  I want you to take me home right now! - I actually surprised myself
with my forceful tone of voice.  I was hoping Julie would see how serious I
was about not wanting to walk into the mall in this dress.

    -œAmy-doll, you should think about your position before you take that
tone of voice with me again!  I could force you to do anything I want you
to do.  You -(TM)re pretty vulnerable at the moment, don -(TM)t you think?
I mean, you -(TM)re in my car, wearing nothing but my dress and my shoes,
and you -(TM)re 10 miles from home.  You could have a much bigger problem
than a little embarrassment, don -(TM)t you think?  Just think about what
would happen if I got mad and made you give me back my clothes and get out
of my car.  If you don -(TM)t want me to leave your scrawny ass here naked
and barefoot, you better not yell at me again, - Julie said.  She seemed
really angry when she said this, too.

    -œJulie, I didn -(TM)t mean to yell at you.  It -(TM)s just that I can
-(TM)t do this.  I look ridiculous and I may as well be naked.  Please don
-(TM)t make me do this, - I said.  I was getting really scared at this
point.

    -œWell, that -(TM)s an improvement.  At least you -(TM)re acknowledging
that I can make you do this.  I think it -(TM)s good that we both
understand who is in charge here.  Remember I -(TM)m only doing this
because you asked me to and you asked me to embarrass you because you like
it.  It makes you horny.  Are you horny, Amy-doll? -

    -œI don -(TM)t see what that has to do with this.  I thought we were
friends, Julie, -

    -œFriends?  No, not really.  I -(TM)ve lived next door to you for
months and you -(TM)ve never really spoken to me before this week.  When
you thought you could use me for some perverted, kinky fun you became my
best buddy.  Now that things aren -(TM)t going exactly as you planned you
want to claim friendship.  I don -(TM)t see you as a friend, Amy-doll.  You
-(TM)re more like a toy to play with. -

   OK, I was scared before, but now I was terrified.  I had never
considered that I was using Julie.  Obviously she had, and felt that using
me in return was justified.  I really felt that she should just take me
home.  As I write this I realize that every one of you readers is rooting
for Julie to win this argument and make me get out of the car.  All of a
sudden I realized that Julie and I weren -(TM)t friends.  I had put myself
in a position of huge vulnerability with her and she just told me she
thought of me as a toy.  She could humiliate me horribly without any guilt
or remorse.  Between the fear and the vulnerability and the extremely
revealing outfit I had on I was getting terribly horny.  I realized that
she would have no trouble carrying out her threat to take back her dress
and shoes and leave me here.  I nearly came when I realized that I was
going into that mall no matter how I felt about it.

   I guess Julie saw the scared look on my face and felt sorry for me.  She
was obviously angry when she was lecturing me and threatening me.  Now her
tone was back to friendly.  She offered me a way out.  It only furthered my
humiliation, though.

    -œAmy-doll, I -(TM)ll make you a deal.  If you can prove to me that you
-(TM)re not getting off on this situation, I -(TM)ll drive you right home
and give you a reasonable outfit to walk home in.  If you -(TM)re really so
scared your pussy should be dry as a bone.  If it is, we -(TM)ll go home.
If you -(TM)re wet, though, you -(TM)re gonna choose right now between
going into that mall and doing everything I say and acting like you enjoy
it, or giving me back my dress and walking home, - she said.

   I was sopping wet and was pretty sure I was leaving a big wet spot on
her car sear.  I told her I -(TM)d go into the mall with her.

    -œNot so fast, Amy-doll.  We have to check you out, - she said with a
grin.  I was very embarrassed about how much this situation was turning me
on.  I did not want to show her how wet I was.  The dress was still
covering my pussy while we sat in the car.  Just barely covering it, but I
was covered.  I had one small vestige of dignity left.  Her seeing me so
aroused would crush that little bit of dignity into dust.

    -œHike the dress up and put two fingers up your pussy, - she said.  I
blushed deeply.  I didn -(TM)t want to do this but I didn -(TM)t dare argue
with her.  No matter what happened, I did not want her throwing me out of
her car naked.  I did as she asked,

    -œNow, fingers out and wipe them on the tip of your nose, - she said.
She held up her cell phone camera and snapped a picture.  Even though my
dress was up around my waist and my legs were a bit open, she took a
picture of my face.  I was almost in tears as I wiped my very wet fingers
on my nose.  She snapped another picture of my face.  She spent a minute or
so looking at the pictures and laughing while I sat with my dress up and my
fingers and nose wet from my arousal.  She could tell from the look on my
face that I was beaten.

    -œI -(TM)m guessing you know what happens next, sweetie.  If you don
-(TM)t want to go to the mall I -(TM)ll take that dress now.  And the
shoes, - she said.  I guess  -~want -(TM) is a relative term.  I didn
-(TM)t want to go into the mall but I sure couldn -(TM)t get out of her car
totally naked so far from home and just watch her drive off.  I told her I
wanted to go into the mall.

    -œExcellent, Amy-doll!  That -(TM)s the spirit! - she laughed.  
-œJust a couple more things to do before we go in.  First, you need a
little perfume.  Dip your fingers again. - I paused for a minute trying to
pretend that I didn -(TM)t know what she wanted me to do.  I could tell
from the look on her face that she was running out of patience with me.  I
put my hand between my legs, blushing furiously.

    -œSwish them around good, Amy-doll, then dab your earlobe for me.  That
-(TM)s good, sweetie, now dip again and do the other earlobe. - She kept
me doing this until I had hit all the pressure points.  She had me finish
with my nose.  The whole car smelled of my pussy.

    -œOK, out you go, - she said as she opened her door.  Reluctantly I
got out of the car.  She pulled me to the front of the car and stopped me.

    -œI want to see something.  You -(TM)re going to do a pirouette for me.
Just like a ballerina.  Hands up, fingertips touching over your head and do
a nice slow turn. - I saw her get the camera phone ready.  I raised my
arms and the hem of the dress came up as well.  When I was in the required
position the hem was around my waist.

    -œNow, I may want to show you off to some people in the mall.  If I
tell you to pirouette for me, that -(TM)s how you do it.  Don -(TM)t worry
that your dress is up to your waist.  That -(TM)s the whole point.  Also, I
-(TM)ll be using this as a punishment for you today.  If you don -(TM)t
want to be pirouetting in the Food Court I suggest you pay close attention
to me and do everything you -(TM)re told right away.  We -(TM)re here to
embarrass you, not me.  You -(TM)re doing this willingly and I won -(TM)t
allow you to act like I -(TM)m forcing you into anything.  Are we clear? -
I agreed.  I was standing with my arms over my head and my dress around my
waist in public in broad daylight, It was not a good time to argue!

    -œOK, put your arms down, Amy-doll.  She pulled my arms around my back
and had me grasp each elbow with my wrist.  This caused the billowing dress
to ride up a little in back, showing even more of my ass.   -œUnless I tell
you otherwise, your hands are to be in this position all the time.  If you
move them for any other reason, you will be punished. - Just as she
finished saying that a gust of wind came and blew the dress up in front,
exposing me completely.  I accepted the inevitable and found myself getting
lost in the humiliation of all this.  My horniness was overcoming my common
sense.  The part of me that wanted to walk all the way across the parking
lot with my pussy exposed was not disappointed.  The wind blew my dress
around and I was exposed for most of the walk to the entrance.  I was seen
by people and even made eye contact with a couple.  I was really getting
off on the humiliation.

   Just inside the mall entrance Julie told me to walk to the Food Court
and when I got there I was to keep walking around.  Like every other mall,
the Food Court is where the kids hang out.  In addition to the dress being
very revealing, it also made me look stupid.  And I would be adding to the
impression I was stupid by walking around in circles with my arms crossed
behind my back.  And, I would be parading my stupidity in front of people
that knew me!  I was blushing like a tomato at this point.  Julie walked
behind me to the Food Court.  I tried to look down all the time desperately
wanting to avoid eye contact with the people walking the other way.  I
reached the Food Court and began walking around the perimeter.  I heard
people talking about me and laughing but I stubbornly refused to look.  It
was almost like if I didn -(TM)t see them, they didn -(TM)t really see me.
Maybe I really was stupid!

   After a couple times around the Food Court I saw Julie wave me over. 
She was talking to two girls from our school.  I knew Beth and Sandy by
name, but had never really talked to them.  We weren -(TM)t friends, barely
acquaintances.  They had obviously been talking about me.  I watched them
giggling as I walked over to them.

    -œOh my God!  Look at that dress.  Wow!  I love how it makes it so
obvious she -(TM)s not wearing a bra.  Not easy to do with those little
girl titties! - Sandy said.   -œI bet she -(TM)s been showing a lot of
panty flashes, too.  That dress is super short.  She must have a thong on.
I saw half her ass when she walked by. -

    -œWell, I don -(TM)t think she -(TM)s been flashing her panties much.
In fact, I -(TM)d be surprised if anyone has caught even a glimpse of
panty, - Julie said.   -œWhat do you think, Amy-doll, has anyone seen your
panties? - she taunted me.

   I played along.  I was in my own little world of humiliation and didn
-(TM)t care about the consequences.  Julie was an expert and used
humiliation just like a knife to inflict little cuts whenever she wanted. I
was into this and I announced to the three girls that nobody could possibly
have seen my panties.  I was almost hoping for Julie to tell me to do a
pirouette right there.  Instead, Sandy just grabbed the hem of my dress and
lifted it up to see for herself what I was or wasn -(TM)t wearing under the
dress.  Naturally, my naked puss brought out laughter in all three.  She
held my dress up and they all saw my swollen clit and my wet pussy.  I was
mortified.

   The girls chatted about me like I wasn -(TM)t there.  Julie told them I
was her Amy-doll and she could dress me anyway she wanted.  She told them
how much I love showing off.  She told them we were shopping for more
appropriate clothes for me.

    -œOh, you shouldn -(TM)t shop here for her clothes.  She looks so young
with her tiny tits and no pubic hair.  You should dress her as a little
schoolgirl.  Just go to Walmart and buy some plaid pleated skirts, white
blouses and stockings.  You could have her put her hair in pigtails and not
wear makeup and she -(TM)d look 10 years old, - Beth said, laughing.  All
the girls agreed with her and laughed at me, too.

    -œI just saw a magazine in the book store with a sexy schoolgirl on the
cover.  Knee socks and no makeup are good for making her look 10 years old
but you can also make her look real slutty with thigh high stockings, high
heels, and tons of makeup to go with her schoolgirl uniform, - Sandy
added.  -œOf course, the slutty schoolgirl skirt has to be really short.  I
don -(TM)t think you -(TM)ll find any really short ones at Walmart. -

    -œOh, I can sew and my mom has a machine.  Get any length skirt and I
can make it as short as you want it.  It only takes a few minutes and I
-(TM)d love to help, - Beth volunteered.

    -œGreat idea!  I think she -(TM)d look adorable as a little schoolgirl.
I think we -(TM)ll do that! - Julie said.

    -œYou can also get her some bug fluffy little girl panties at WalMart,
- Sandy said.

    -œOh, I don -(TM)t think this schoolgirl will be needing panties.  She
really loves showing her puss and I -(TM)m sure she won -(TM)t want panties
in the way of all that fun.  I think I -(TM)ll take her to Walmart now. 
You guys want to come along? - Julie asked.  Neither girl wanted to go to
Walmart.  Julie told them we would see them later on.  I had no idea what
she meant by that.  Soon I was marching out of the mall the same way I went
in, with arms clasped behind my back.

   (6) Chapter 6

   The trip to Walmart was embarrassing, but not quite as bad as the trip
to the mall.  It was a little creepy having the old guy greeting shoppers
at the door undress me with his eyes.  Almost immediately inside the door I
overheard two women talking about me and clearly calling me a slut.  I wasn
-(TM)t offended, though.  I looked like a slut in this dress and was
getting into the humiliation of knowing that people were judging me only on
the amount of skin I was showing.  I -(TM)m pretty sure Julie has figured
out that having people think that I -(TM)m a slut turns me on.

   Julie had me try on several plaid schoolgirl skirts.  She bought 5
skirts for me.  I -(TM)m glad her parents are rich.  Even though the skirts
were not expensive, I didn -(TM)t have the money to buy 5 of them.  The
skirts seemed a bit big on me.  I wasn -(TM)t worried about the length
since I knew they were going to be shortened.  They -(TM)re all a bit loose
in the waist.  I hope they shrink a bit in the wash because they -(TM)re
loose enough so I can just suck in my breath and they -(TM)ll fall right
off.  Julie also bought me some white blouses and a couple tube tops.  The
blouses and tube tops all seemed a size too small for me.  I wonder if she
-(TM)s thinking that clothes that just don -(TM)t fit right are part of my
humiliation.  Whatever.  I now have a bunch of plaid skirts and white tops
that don -(TM)t quite fit.

   Julie called Beth on her cell phone and asked her when she could shorten
some skirts for me.  I wasn -(TM)t surprised when she said she could do it
right away.  At least I wouldn -(TM)t have long to wait before I found out
how short my skirts were going to be.  If the dress I was wearing was a
guide, they were going to be very short.  I was so horny that it seemed
like the shorter the better.  I was about to learn to be careful what you
wish for.

   Beth lived with her parents but both of them were at work and she had
the house to herself.  It -(TM)s a good thing because I was still parading
around in the outrageously revealing dress.  I carried the shopping bags
into the house.  Beth -(TM)s mom sewed a lot and the sewing machine was in
a room just off the living room.

    -œAmy-doll, take your dress off and show Beth your new skirts, - Julie
commanded.  I don -(TM)t know why I was surprised.  I knew I would be
trying the skirts on so Beth could measure and all and I knew I would have
to take off the dress.  I guess I just figured I wouldn -(TM)t strip until
she was ready for me to put on a skirt.  Instead, I found myself feeling
stupid, standing there in just high heels, while Beth looked at the little
skirts and laughed.

    -œShe -(TM)s going to look adorable in these!  So, what are we doing to
them?  How short do you want them? - Beth asked.

    -œWell, I want them very short but let -(TM)s get one on her so I can
show you exactly what she wants, - Julie said as she passed me a skirt.  I
put it on but I felt no less self-conscious as I was still topless.

    -œI made sure she got a size too big so the skirt could sit very low on
her hips.  I want her hip bones on display and I want the skirt low enough
so it feels like it could slip down her hips to the ground at any second.
- Beth tugged down on the skirt and positioned it so low on my hips that
my pubic hair would have shown over the top of the waistband if I weren
-(TM)t shaved bald.

    -œShe could wear it this low if you want.  It will show her belly
nicely but it will require constant adjustment.  This is below the widest
part of her hips so her body won -(TM)t hold it up.  She -(TM)ll have to
tug it up every couple of steps or she -(TM)ll walk right out of it. -
Beth answered.  They had me walk to a mirror.  I literally had to hold the
skirt up at the waistband to keep it from falling off me.  It felt like it
would slip off of me when I was standing still.  It showed more of my belly
than my bikini bathing suit bottom.  I had never worn a skirt that revealed
so much from the top!

    -œYou should probably have her wear it here, - Beth said, tugging it
up a couple inches.  This is right even with the wide part of her hips and
she -(TM)ll be able to keep it on.  Any lower and she -(TM)ll constantly
tugging it up.  It still shows a lot of hip bone and belly, - Beth said.

    -œHmmm --that works.  I don -(TM)t want her always tugging at the skirt
--just a couple times a minute, - Julie laughed.  The skirt was low enough
on my hips to be very embarrassing and it would be hard to wear like this.

    -œA couple times a minute is what you want? - Beth asked.  She tugged
the skirt a little lower on my hips.   -œAbout here should make her tug it
up a couple times a minute.  Now, how short do you want it? - Beth asked,
smirking at me.

    -œAs short as it can be.  I want the hem to be exactly even with her
pussy.  I don -(TM)t want any material to spare.  The skirt should cover
her only when it -(TM)s positioned perfectly and no more, - Julie
answered.

   Beth laughed.   -œYou -(TM)re cruel!  She -(TM)s going to put on quite a
show with this skirt.  How about the back?  I can taper it a little so it
-(TM)s longer in the back.  If I cut this even it won -(TM)t cover her ass.
-

    -œCut it even.  She doesn -(TM)t mind if her ass shows a little, -
Julie answered with a laugh.

    -œIf I cut it even across, it will show more than a little of her ass.
It will probably show the lower third of her ass.  Let me pin it so you can
see what it will look like. -

   Beth was laughing at me as she pinned the skirt up.  Even though this
was a mini-skirt when we bought it, more than half the material was going
to get cut off!  Beth was right about how much of my butt was going to
show. This was a very short skirt.

    -œThat works.  We -(TM)ll want three of her skirts cut to that length.
We -(TM)ll just do 3 for now.  I haven -(TM)t decided about the other two.
I -(TM)m thinking maybe a bit shorter. - Julie answered.

   Shorter?  She couldn -(TM)t be serious.  This skirt was about 5 inches,
maybe less, from top to bottom.  How could I wear anything shorter?I couldn
-(TM)t stand it and I spoke up.   -œAnything shorter won -(TM)t cover me. I
think this one is too short!  Way too short.  It -(TM)s indecent.  You can
-(TM)t expect me to wear anything shorter than this! - I pleaded.

    -œWhy, Amy-doll?  Too embarrassing? - Both girls giggled at the
comment.

    -œOK, sweetie, you can take the skirt off now.  I don -(TM)t need her
to try the others on.  I can do this one and measure it to cut the other
two, - Beth said.  I took the skirt off and handed it to her.  I stood
their naked as Beth and Julie chatted.  Beth got ready to cut the skirt.

    -œI can put a big hem on this in case you decide it -(TM)s too short
and want to make it longer, - Beth said.

    -œNo need, - Julie answered.   -œI -(TM)m sure we won -(TM)t want it
any longer. -

   I felt very self-conscious standing there naked with the two clothed
girls.  Fortunately, it didn -(TM)t take Beth long to cut the skirt and hem
it.  I think she had the whole thing done in about 15 minutes.

    -œSo, let -(TM)s see the tops you got her, - Beth suggested.  Julie
agreed and handed me one of the white button-front blouses to put on.  I
was hoping I would get the finished skirt to put on, too, but Beth made no
move to hand it to me.  The girls talked about the top being too small and
Julie told her it was intentional so I couldn -(TM)t button them up.  They
laughed at how much of my chest was showing.  It really hurt when Beth
remarked that my tits would show  -œif I had any. -

    -œYou know, another way to go would be to get her blouses that are too
big and just not let her button them.  That would show a lot of her chest,
too, - Beth commented.

    -œI thought of that but I figured she would lose her nerve and button
them up when I wasn -(TM)t watching.  This way I know they -(TM)re staying
unbuttoned. -

    -œWell, we can fix that in a jiffy, - Beth answered.  She took another
one of the blouses and sat at the sewing machine.  In seconds she had all
of the button holes sewed closed.   -œSee?  Not a chance she -(TM)ll button
these, - she laughed.

   Next they had me put on one of the tube tops.  The top was tight and
flattened my already small tits.  It was white and my nipples showed
prominently, so it was embarrassing.

    -œI think you want to get tube tops in a bigger size, too.  You can see
her nipples in this one but there -(TM)s no chance it -(TM)s going to slip
down.  With a bigger one, she -(TM)ll be adjusting it all the time.  At
some point it will fall --or it will need adjustment at the very same
moment her skirt does --either way, she -(TM)s gonna show something, -
Beth explained.

    -œGood point!  I -(TM)ll get her some a couple sizes bigger.  Look how
wet she -(TM)s getting! - Julie laughed.   -œShe really likes her new
clothes. - Both girls laughed at me.  Wearing just the blouse and not even
having pubic hair to cover me meant I couldn -(TM)t conceal my arousal. 
This was so embarrassing.

    -œSo, she -(TM)s really going to wear this stuff?  Like out in public
and everything? - Beth asked.

    -œYep!  She likes it when I embarrass her and she -(TM)s promised to
let me embarrass her any way I want!  She claims she won -(TM)t refuse
anything I tell her just because it -(TM)s too embarrassing, - Julie
answered.

    -œSo, you can make her wear anything you want? - Beth asked

    -œSo she tells me.  We -(TM)ll see if she was lying when she has to
wear her little schoolgirl skirt out in public, - Julie laughed.

    -œOh, I have something fun.  An old boyfriend gave me a bikini.  I can
-(TM)t believe he expected me to wear it.  I never even let him see me try
it on.  It -(TM)s a thong, of course, and it -(TM)s tiny.  I -(TM)ll get
it, -

   Beth returned with a very small handful of material with long strings
hanging from it.

    -œHere, I -(TM)ll never wear t.  It -(TM)s all yours, - she said,
handing the bikini to Julie.  Julie held it up and laughed hysterically.

    -œGee, this isn -(TM)t going to cover much, is it -?  she laughed.  I
shivered, wondering where I -(TM)d have to wear that.

    -œWell, we should get going.  Amy-doll, put your dress back on.  Beth,
when can you get to her other skirts? -

    -œIt won -(TM)t be long.  If you want I can mark one right now and she
can take the finished one with her, - Beth answered.

   Julie liked the idea and after another few awkward moments I was walking
out to the car with a very short skirt and an armload of white tops.

   Chapter 7

   I could tell that Julie was getting carried away with all this and I was
starting to get worried.  I looked at the very short skirt and wondered if
I could ever wear it in public.  I was very horny but that skirt was so
short!

    -œUm, Julie, can we talk about this? - I asked.

    -œSure, Amy-doll, what -(TM)s on your mind? - Julie asked.  How could
she not know?

    -œWell, I love the embarrassing things you make me do and I really
appreciate you doing it, - I said, not sure how to continue.  After a
pause,  -œCan we tone it down a little?  I mean, this is way too short to
wear out in public! - I said, holding up the skirt.   -œAnd these are
indecent, - I said, holding up the tops.   -œI -(TM)m willing to do a lot
of the things you want but this is too much.  People will think I -(TM)m a
slut and will see way too much of me.  How about making the skirts a little
longer --or maybe allowing some underwear or something? - I stammered.

    -œAmy-doll, first of all, I -(TM)m not making you do anything. 
Everything you do is because you want to do it.  I haven -(TM)t threatened
you or tried to blackmail you, have I? - Julie answered.  I nodded my head
in agreement.   -œGood, then let -(TM)s not blame any of this on me.  Now,
deep down inside you love to be a slut and let everyone know it.  You love
to get naked and show everyone your body.  You love it all.  You just don
-(TM)t have the nerve to do it on your own.  So, I -(TM)m not making you do
this, I -(TM)m just inspiring you to be who you are. - All of this was
technically true.

    -œThe only hold I have over you is that I will stop playing your little
game if you don -(TM)t take risks and push yourself.  You get off on being
embarrassed, right?  Well, what -(TM)s more embarrassing for you --you
deciding what you -(TM)ll wear or me? - Julie asked.  It all made sense
but she was sitting in the car wearing jeans and a top and I was wearing
the ridiculously short dress with no underwear, holding onto an even
shorter skirt.  We were just about home at this point.  I sat silently as
Julie pulled into her driveway.  I looked over at my house and saw the
empty driveway.  My mom wasn -(TM)t home yet.  Julie noticed it, too.

    -œTell you what, Amy-doll.  We -(TM)ll talk more about this tonight.  I
want you to, come over around 8:00 so we can finish this discussion.  If
you really want to stop, we -(TM)ll stop.  Think about it and if you really
want to stop, you can wear anything you like when you come over.  If you
want to continue our little game, you have to come over naked.  Come around
the back and I -(TM)ll be waiting for you in the back yard. - Julie said.

   I didn -(TM)t like this at all!  I was already sure I wanted to
continue. I just wanted things toned down some.  Sneaking out of my house
naked and going to Julie -(TM)s house naked wasn -(TM)t my idea of toning
things down,  -œJulie, someone could see me!  I can -(TM)t keep coming over
here naked! - I said.  OK, I actually whined that part.

    -œLook, Amy-doll, if we continue to play this game you -(TM)re going to
be naked a lot.  If you -(TM)re naked a lot you will be seen.  That -(TM)s
just the way it is.  Lots of things could go wrong.  Your mom could see you
leaving naked.  My mom could see you naked.  The neighbors could see you
naked.  All very embarrassing for you, I would think - she continued.  
-œTaking chances is always going to be part of our game.  So, as hard as
this could be for you, if you want to keep playing this game you -(TM)ll
need to find a way to do it.  We -(TM)re not even going to talk about this
any more unless you show up in my back yard naked at 8:00 -.

   She and I both knew I was going to do this.  I hated it but I was
addicted.  I was already getting wet at the thought of sneaking out of my
house naked.

    -œIs your mom going to be home tonight? - I asked.

    -œI guess that -(TM)s important information for someone coming over
naked, isn -(TM)t it? - she laughed.   -œYes, she -(TM)ll be here so we
-(TM)ll have to be careful.  At least it will be dark out for your trip. 
That -(TM)s not a luxury you have right at this minute.  Now, give me back
my dress and go home and think about your future, - she said, laughing at
me.

    -œCan -(TM)t I bring the dress with me tonight?  I will carry it
instead of wearing it. - I realized I was doing a lot of whining but it
was still light out and my mom would be home any minute.

    -œYou can -(TM)t carry the dress with you tonight because you -(TM)re
giving it to me right now.  You best get a move on or you -(TM)ll get
caught.  Wouldn -(TM)t want you to meet your mom in the driveway, - she
laughed.  I reluctantly stripped off the dress, said goodbye and dashed
across the lawn.  It only took a few seconds but it seemed like forever
before I was inside the house.  I beat my mom home by about a minute.  My
secret was safe for now.

   Mom had take-out Chinese with her and we ate almost as soon as she got
home.  I barely had time to dress before dinner.  By 6:30 we had finished
and I was back in my room.  Finally I had a chance to think about what I
was going to do tonight.  I had no idea how Julie expected me to sneak out
of my house naked and over to hers without getting caught.  My mom was home
and so was hers.  Even if I made it out of my house and into hers, I would
still have to get back into my house.  I didn -(TM)t know if Julie would
make me come back naked but I had to assume she would.  Even if she gave me
clothes to wear, she had already made it clear that her choice of clothing
would not meet with my mom -(TM)s approval.

   I hated her for this!  I had already told her she could embarrass me and
humiliate me!  I had already flashed a stranger in front of my friends, let
her au-pair see me naked, shaved my pubic hair, attended a party totally
naked, and let her pick out a very revealing outfit for me.  She made me
admit I wanted her to do this every step of the way.  And now, she was
making me take this incredible risk of being caught naked by my own mother.
And for what?  Just because I complained about how short the skirt is that
she -(TM)s going to make me wear?  OK, what I really hated her for was
making me take this risk to prove that I wanted to be her Amy-doll.  I
couldn -(TM)t believe I was sitting here trying to figure out how I was
going to get to her house naked!

   At first I thought I -(TM)d leave my house dressed and just strip in my
back yard, leave the clothes, and then have something to put on when I got
back.  The obvious weakness in that plan was that Mom could find the
clothes in the back yard and I -(TM)d be busted.  I would never be able to
explain that.  So, it looked like I -(TM)d have to somehow leave my bedroom
naked and find a way to get back here later, probably also naked.  I was
getting horny again and all I could think about was how to do this.  I
never gave a thought to how stupid this whole thing was.  I was definitely
crazy to want all this embarrassment, degradation, and humiliation.

   Still wearing the skirt and T-shirt I wore for dinner, I took a walk
through the house to see where Mom was and what she was doing.  She was in
the den, sitting at her computer catching up on the day -(TM)s news.  I
would have to go right by the doorway to the den.  This would be risky but
once I got past that door I -(TM)d be able to get outside.  I thought once
more about calling this whole thing off.  It was too risky and even if I
was successful, the end result was going to be more crap like this. 
Logically, I should have stayed home and stayed clothed.  Logic lost the
battle, however, and soon I was standing in my room looking at the clock.
At 7:45 I slipped my skirt and T-shirt off, took a deep breath, and stepped
out of my bedroom.

   I was a bundle of nerves.  Trying to sneak by Mom naked was the
stupidest thing I -(TM)d done so far in my life.  I realized that later
tonight I -(TM)d be doing something even more risky.  Getting back inside
my house was going to be far more risky than getting out.  At least now I
knew where Mom was at the moment!  And if I got caught what would I say? 
What could I say?  I stood in the hallway quietly, listening for sounds of
movement.  I couldn -(TM)t help thinking what a bitch Julie was for making
me do this!  Of course, she wasn -(TM)t really making me do anything.  That
was her whole point.  She was forcing me to admit to myself that I -(TM)ll
do almost anything to get her to keep treating me like her own personal
plaything.  I hated her but most of all, I hated myself.  I was so horny
and I was letting my pussy override my brain.

   Just then the phone rang, startling me.  I jumped back inside my room. I
caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and was shocked by my reflection.
As if being naked wasn -(TM)t embarrassing enough, my pussy lips were
swollen and moist.  I may as well be wearing a sign telling the world I was
horny!  I heard Mom talking on the phone and decided this was my chance.  I
left the safety of my bedroom and headed for the back door.  I didn -(TM)t
dare look in the den to see if Mom saw me.  I figured I -(TM)d know from
the yelling if she noticed her daughter walking through the house naked. 
She apparently didn -(TM)t see me and I was through the back door before I
slowed down.  I took a deep breath and headed for Julie -(TM)s back yard.

   I heard Julie laughing before I saw her.  I heard another voice laughing
which I correctly guessed was Estelle.  I was mortified as I approached the
two laughing girls.  Time seemed to move in slow motion for me.  Their
laughing hurt me.  It was degrading.  Of course, I couldn -(TM)t really
blame them for laughing, given the situation.  I even realized that I would
have laughed, too, if I was sitting in my back yard, fully clothed, and
some other bimbo was sneaking over to meet me totally naked.  Worse than
being naked was the reason why I was naked.

   Suddenly, the backyard was filled with light.  I froze for a minute and
then covered up as best I could with my hands.  This caused more laughter
from the two girls sitting at the picnic table in the back yard.  In the
light I saw that Julie had brought her Barbie doll outside with her.  Like
me, the Barbie doll was not wearing any clothes.

    -œHiya, Amy-doll, - Julie said with a laugh.   -œNice outfit!  Have a
seat! -

    -œThe lights?  Why are the lights on? - I asked, my voice giving away
the panic I was feeling.

    -œMotion sensor.  Keeps the house safe from burglars and perverts.  It
will go off in a little while, - Julie answered.   -œSpeaking of perverts,
care to explain your choice of outfits for this evening? -

   I groaned to myself.  I shouldn -(TM)t have been surprised that she was
going to make me embarrass myself by telling Estelle why I was naked.  I
sat on the bench, crouching down and covered myself with my hands and
started to explain the events leading up to my showing up here naked. 
Julie stopped me before I really got started.

    -œLook, Amy-doll, if you didn -(TM)t want people to see you naked you
would be wearing clothes.  So, sit right up on the table and show yourself
off!  Come on! - Julie said.  I did as she instructed.  As I did, that
part of my brain that demands me to humiliate myself took complete charge.
I sat on the table, feeling like I was under a spotlight.  I hoped Julie
-(TM)s mom didn -(TM)t look out the window.  I continued with my
explanation of why I was naked to the laughter of the two girls.  Just as I
was finishing up the light went off.

    -œSo, you want me to continue to help you embarrass yourself and you
came here totally naked to prove it to me.  And you -(TM)ll do whatever I
tell you to do and won -(TM)t refuse to do things just because they -(TM)re
too embarrassing?  Is that right? - Julie asked in a very condescending
tone of voice.  I was too embarrassed to speak and nodded my head.

    -œOK!  Now you wanted to talk about the things I -(TM)m going to make
you do.  I think you said you wanted to tone things down a little, right? I
did agree to discuss it with you if you showed up here naked.  I -(TM)ll
keep my end of the bargain and we -(TM)ll talk, but first a little test. 
This will be embarrassing for you.  Ready? - she asked.

   I felt that warning pang in my gut.  I slowly nodded my head and waited
for her instructions.

    -œOh, don -(TM)t be such a gloomy Gus!  You might even like this.  All
you have to do is stand up on the table, hold your arms out at your side,
spin around for us, sit back down, and masturbate yourself to an orgasm.  I
don -(TM)t want to hear a word out of you until get yourself off. - Both
girls were smirking at me.  I was very horny but I didn -(TM)t want to
masturbate in front of these two girls.  I thought briefly about calling
this whole thing off.  I imagined myself running home and getting dressed.
I also thought about how much fun this whole thing could be if I could just
get Julie to tone things down a bit.  I took a deep breath and stood up.

   I don -(TM)t know why I was surprised to suddenly be bathed in bright
light.  Julie had told me the light was connected to a motion sensor.  The
whole reason for having me stand up and spin around was to turn the damn
light on!  Julie likes to say getting me naked causes me to lose 50 IQ
points.  She got a picture of me just as the light came on.  I have the
stupidest, most confused look on my face.  She loves showing that picture
to people and the look on my face is the most embarrassing part of it, even
though it is a full frontal nude photo!  Looking back on everything that
-(TM)s happened since, I realize this moment taught Julie that making me
look stupid was as much fun as making me look like a slut.  I was utterly
humiliated as I sat down and masturbated on command.  I saw flashes going
off and assumed the girls had their camera phones out.  I was too far gone
to care about pictures and climaxed in about a minute.  It was later that I
learned that girls were using a high quality digital camera.

   After my humiliating masturbation the girls took me inside and we went
up to Julie -(TM)s bedroom.  Julie -(TM)s parents are rich and her bedroom
had a little seating area.  I sat on the floor in front of the chairs. 
Julie took a seat and Estelle went to the computer to download the pictures
they had just taken.

   Chapter 8

    -œSo, Amy-doll, you want to talk about your future, right? - Julie
asked me with a grin.  I nodded with an embarrassed smile.  A wave of
embarrassment crashed over me.  I guess it was the fact that I was sitting
on the floor naked with two dressed young women chuckling at me.

    -œYou mentioned something about wanting me to tone things down, right?
Oh yeah, and you think your new skirt is too short, too.  How about the
pictures we just took?  Need to talk about them, too? - I hated the tone
of her voice.  She was acting like my concerns were trivial.  No, worse,
she was acting like I was trivial.  All at once it hit me!  How could I be
so stupid as to think she would treat me like an equal?  Nobody looking at
us would confuse us for equals.

    -œLet -(TM)s cut right to the bottom line, Amy-doll.  If we -(TM)re
going to play your little game you need to understand that it -(TM)s going
to be my way or the highway.  I -(TM)ll tell you what that means and give
you another opportunity to quit or keep playing.  Personally, I don -(TM)t
care what you decide but judging from what you -(TM)re wearing right now, I
think you -(TM)re going to keep playing, - she laughed.   -œLet -(TM)s
give Estelle a few minutes to post your pictures and we -(TM)ll all talk.
In the meantime, why don -(TM)t you have another cum? - she said.

    -œP-p-post my pictures?  Where? - I asked.

    -œOn the Internet, silly!  Where else would we post your pictures? -
Julie laughed.

    -œAll done! - Estelle got up from the computer and sat with Julie.

    -œWhere did you post my pictures? - I asked, starting to panic.

    -œShhh, Amy-doll.  You were just about to have a cum for us.  Don
-(TM)t keep me waiting, - Julie said, waving at me with her hand.  I
couldn -(TM)t believe she expected me to masturbate again!   -œAmy!  I
-(TM)ve told you before that we aren -(TM)t going to play this game unless
you put you heart in it.  I know it -(TM)s going to be embarrassing for you
to sit there and bring yourself off but you either start doing it or you
can run along right now! - she hissed at me.  Reluctantly I started
rubbing myself.  Naturally both girls burst into laughter as I did.  Unless
you -(TM)ve ever had to masturbate on command you -(TM)ll never understand
how humiliating this is.  At least the girls didn -(TM)t take more pictures
of me.

   I came and I came hard.  It was totally embarrassing!  I felt totally
ridiculous and judging by the laughter of the two girls, I looked
ridiculous, too.  The next few minutes were the most awkward of my life.  I
just sat there, naked, legs spread, and feeling stupid.  I didn -(TM)t know
what to do next.  Part of me wanted to run and hide, part of me wanted to
finger myself again.  Finally, Julie spoke to me, breaking the awkward
silence.

    -œOk, Amy-doll, here -(TM)s the story.  In the few months I -(TM)ve
known you I -(TM)ve noticed some things.  First, you never wear pants.  You
wear mini-skirts all the time.  You obviously like to show your underpants
off because you always seem to have your legs open a bit.  We -(TM)ve all
worn short skirts before and I know as well as anyone else that the
occasional glimpse of panties is unavoidable even when you -(TM)re careful.
You never bother being careful, though.  Everybody sees your panties every
day.  You never wear a bra.  With those little titties you don -(TM)t need
one, for sure, but you like to flaunt it, don -(TM)t you?  And you date a
lot.  I -(TM)ve heard a bunch of people call you a slut but the guys you go
out with tell me you never give it up.  You -(TM)re a tease yet you like
people thinking you -(TM)re a huge slut.  And I know why you do all this,
Amy-doll.  It makes you horny.  I bet you masturbate a lot, don -(TM)t you?
Well, of course you do!  You -(TM)ve done it twice in the last hour! -
Both girls laughed at this last comment.  There was nothing I could do but
just take it.  Everything she had said was true.

    -œI tried to humiliate you by making you flash for cokes in front of
your friends.  You loved it!  I had you strip for Estelle, you loved it.  I
had you naked at a party and you loved that, too!  Then I got the e-mail
from you practically begging me to keep humiliating you.  You promised to
do everything for me, didn -(TM)t you?  I even had you run home bare-ass
naked in the middle of the day and you loved it!  Then I realized that you
-(TM)d do just about anything cause you -(TM)re addicted to the rush you
get from this.  You just don -(TM)t realize it yet, - she continued.

    -œSo, I got to thinking.  I thought to myself, I can change this girl
-(TM)s life.  I can use her addiction to make her the laughing stock of the
whole town.  All I needed to do was to get you to understand for yourself
that you need this stuff.  I bet you know how bad the things you -(TM)ve
done so far are for your reputation.  You -(TM)ve got dozens of naked
pictures on the Internet already and we -(TM)ve just got started.  I know
you know this because you want me to tone things down.  I -(TM)m not going
to tone things down at all, though.  We -(TM)re going to tone them up!  And
you -(TM)ll play along because you -(TM)re addicted to the rush. - Damn!
This girl knew me better than I knew myself.  I wanted to be dignified but
her talk had made me so horny that I couldn -(TM)t resist and soon my hand
was between my legs again, much to the amusement of Julie and Estelle.

    -œSo, from now on, this little game is going to get extreme.  I only
want to play if it -(TM)s extreme.  I think you -(TM)ll go along with it.
You will put up with a lot from me, won -(TM)t you, sweetie?  You sneaked
out of your house totally naked just for the chance to have this
conversation because you need this treatment, don -(TM)t you?  Most girls
in your predicament would be trying to figure out how they -(TM)ll get home
without any clothes.  You can -(TM)t think about that at the moment,
though. All you can think about it your next orgasm, which looks to be just
seconds away, - Julie said.  She was right, of course.  At some point
Estelle had picked up the camera again and I saw flashes going off as I
came for the third time.

    -œSo, what we -(TM)re going to do is just make everything a bit more
extreme for you.  Your skirts will be a bit shorter and your tops a bit
more revealing.  You -(TM)re going to continue sitting carelessly and
letting everyone look up your skirt.  Only thing is, from now on it won
-(TM)t be panties you -(TM)re flashing, it will be that little-girl pussy
with no hair on it that people see instead.  And you -(TM)re going to shave
that thing every day.  Doesn -(TM)t that sound like fun? - she asked.

    -œJulie, my mom is never going to let me out of the house in skirts
shorter than what I usually wear.  She already fights with me about skirt
lengths.  I don -(TM)t see how I can wear them any shorter.  She won -(TM)t
allow it, - I said.

    -œNot a problem Amy-doll.  We have two weeks left in school.  You can
wear whatever you need to get past your mom out of the house.  Just stop
over here on the way to school and we -(TM)ll get you dressed properly.  My
parents go to work early so it will just be Estelle and me.  We -(TM)ll
pick out your outfits and make sure you look hot! - Julie answered.

    -œJulie, I can -(TM)t wear that skirt Beth made for me today to school.
It is too short and I -(TM)ll get thrown out for wearing it, - I whined.
The thought of being made to wear that tiny schoolgirl skirt to school with
no panties was making me horny again.  What was wrong with me?

    -œYeah, you can wear it and yeah, you -(TM)ll probably get thrown out
of school.  I think the teachers will give you as much slack as they can,
given you -(TM)re two weeks away from graduation but eventually they
-(TM)ll toss you.  I -(TM)m sure you have enough credits to graduate
anyway, though.  You -(TM)re 18 now, so you can demand the school not
notify your parents when they toss you out and you can hang with Estelle
till school -(TM)s out.  It -(TM)s only two weeks and I -(TM)m sure you
-(TM)ll get through a week just by promising to wear less revealing
clothes. You won -(TM)t be keeping that promise but go ahead and make it
when you get called to the office for dressing like a slut. -

    -œNow I -(TM)m going to ask you a question and I want the truth when
you answer.  Are you really a virgin? - she asked.  I nodded.  OK, have
you ever given a boy a blow job? - I shook my head.  This line of
questioning continued until I had admitted that I had let my boyfriend see
me naked and had given him a number of hand jobs.  Even to me this sounded
stupid but it was true.  Up until I started playing this little game with
Julie I had only let one guy see me naked.  And when he did see me naked I
had a big bush of pubic hair covering me down below.

    -œWell, I -(TM)m not going to make you do anything you haven -(TM)t
done before, but we -(TM)re going to change this reputation you have of
being a tease.  You -(TM)re about to become a slut for real.  From now on,
every date you have includes you getting completely naked and giving a hand
job.  If you decide to give one guy a blow job, then every guy gets a blow
job.  If you let a guy screw you, then you -(TM)re going to let every guy
screw you.  See how this is going to work? - she asked.  I nodded.  At
this point I had started fingering myself again without even realizing it.
She had me and we all knew it.

    -œI -(TM)m telling you, if you want to play, we -(TM)re playing hard
and we -(TM)re playing everywhere.  Are you still with me, Amy-doll? - I
didn -(TM)t know how to answer.  What she was describing was way more than
I wanted.  She knew it, too.  She had just taken my favorite masturbation
fantasies and added to them.  I wondered if I could go through with it.  I
wondered why I wanted to!

    -œJulie, does it have to be all or nothing?  You -(TM)re talking really
extreme stuff here.  This is stuff that people will never forget!  Can
-(TM)t we ease into this?  Take it a little slow? - I asked.  I think I
already knew the answer before she gave it, though.

    -œNope, sorry!  It -(TM)s all or nothing.  And you haven -(TM)t even
heard the worst of it yet.  I -(TM)m planning to strip you completely naked
in public.  You -(TM)re not going to believe the places you -(TM)re going
to get naked at!  Oh!  I almost forgot!  I -(TM)m going to have you rubbing
out orgasms in public like every day, too!  And if guys get horny watching
you prance around in your too-short skirts you -(TM)ll be right there
offering up a hand job to relieve them, - she laughed.   -œSo, are you in
or out, Amy-doll? - Both Julie and Estelle were watching me, waiting to
see how I -(TM)d answer.

    -œUm, I just don -(TM)t know!  This is way too much.  I want to play
the game but I just don -(TM)t want to play it quite so extreme.  Can I
think about it? - I couldn -(TM)t believe I hadn -(TM)t just said NO.  Was
I crazy?  I couldn -(TM)t help myself, though.  I didn -(TM)t want to do
any of this stuff.  I would have said OK right away if Julie would find
some way of making me do it.  I just couldn -(TM)t bring myself to
volunteer for all this.

    -œSure, Amy-doll, you can think about it.  Take the weekend to think
about it.  Try going out in your new clothes.  Give a couple hand jobs,
whatever.  I -(TM)ll need your answer before school Monday morning.  Tell
you what --come over before school Monday morning either way.  If you want
to play, bring the outfit Beth made you.  If you bring the outfit, you wear
it to school.  If you don -(TM)t bring the outfit we -(TM)ll never talk
about this again.  All you -(TM)ve really lost at this point is a couple
dozen naked pictures and a small bunch of people that have seen you naked.
It -(TM)s all up to you, - she said.

    -œYou -(TM)re sure you won -(TM)t consider a less extreme game? - I
asked again.

    -œSorry, Amy-doll.  You have my answer.  Now go home.  I don -(TM)t
want to see you again until Monday morning.

   Chapter 9

    -œSo, what do you think?  Is she gonna do it? - Estelle asked with a
laugh.

    -œYeah, I think she is.  I learned about this thing called compulsive
behavior in school.  I even looked it up on the Net.  If you have this
compulsive behavior thing you just can -(TM)t help yourself.  She
understands how bad this is going to be for her but she can -(TM)t help
herself.  I think I know a certain someone who will be going to school
Monday in a really short plaid skirt and a too-small white top, - Julie
said with a laugh.

    -œSo, what are you going to do to her if she goes through with it? -

    -œI -(TM)m going to trash the little bitch -(TM)s reputation as much as
I can.  I think I can make the next couple of weeks something that will
haunt her for the rest of her life.  I guarantee she won -(TM)t want to
live around here when it -(TM)s done! - Julie said with a laugh.

    -œWell, duh! - Estelle laughed.   -œShe just about agreed to strip
naked any place you tell her to and you already have her running around her
own neighborhood naked.  How could she agree to do this after learning what
you want her to do? - Estelle asked.

    -œLook, it -(TM)s this compulsive behavior thing.  She can -(TM)t help
herself.  But it -(TM)s not the getting naked part that will make her
reputation.  Did you notice that she didn -(TM)t object when I told her
every date gets a hand job?  Word about that will get out quickly and she
-(TM)s going to be a very popular girl!  And, after a little while hand
jobs will become blow jobs.  And then, blow jobs will become screwing.  Can
you imagine the line of people that will want to date her when all the guys
figure out she puts out on the first date, every time? - Julie laughed.

    -œWell, I think she -(TM)s gonna come to her senses and stop all of
this.  I bet that she -(TM)ll be wearing pants to school next Monday, -
Estelle said.  -œYou think so?  I think she -(TM)s gonna be in her little
schoolgirl outfit and hating herself for it.  In fact, I think in a couple
years some therapist is gonna get rich trying to undo the damage I plan on
doing over the next couple weeks.  I might even keep her at this through
the summer.  Just think, I could have her all to myself at the cottage all
summer.  And there will be all kinds of boys for her to show off for and
have sex with and all the girls getting pissed off at her about it.  The
possibilities are endless! - Julie gushed.

    -œWell, we -(TM)ll see on Monday, won -(TM)t we?  Of course, she might
be grounded by then.  I wonder if she made it into her house OK.  I have to
admit I was surprised when she showed up here naked.  And, she didn -(TM)t
even ask for any clothes to go home in.  Heck, you might be right about her
after all! - Estelle said.

   I crouched in my back yard trying to get an idea of where in the house
my mom was.  I hated myself at the moment.  How could I be so stupid that I
ended up here in my back yard at 9:30 at night, totally naked?  I hated
Julie and Estelle, too.  Those two had just had a big laugh at my expense.
I imagined that they were calling their friends right now telling them
about the stupid bimbo that came over naked and masturbated while they took
pictures.  Oh God!  The pictures!  They weren -(TM)t low quality
camera-phone pictures, they were high resolution pictures taken with a very
expensive camera.  High-resolution pictures of me with my legs spread
fingering myself in Julie -(TM)s back yard.  And, they were who-knows-where
on the Internet already.  Most of all, I hated my defective brain that
loved this degrading treatment and made me so horny.

   I was getting desperate to get in the house but I didn -(TM)t see any
sign of Mom.  She could be anywhere.  It was getting chilly and the cold
air on my wet pussy was making me uncomfortable.  I also was anxious to
masturbate again.  I was so horny!  I couldn -(TM)t help thinking about all
the humiliating things I had just done and all the humiliating things I was
going to be doing in the future.  Damn Julie!  She knew how all this
affected me and she was going to make me pay a steep price.  She was going
to ruin my life!  Well, I wasn -(TM)t going to let that happen.  If I could
just get in the house without getting busted by Mom I -(TM)d get dressed,
including underwear, and forget this whole thing.  I knew I was kidding
myself but I had to concentrate on getting in the house.

   Finally I saw the light go on in Mom -(TM)s bedroom.  About a minute
later her bathroom light went on.  This was my chance!  I held my breath as
I slipped in the house and went directly to my room.  Fortunately, I made
it to my bedroom undetected.  Feeling safe for the first time in a couple
hours, I got on the bed, spread my legs and got my fingers working.  Just
as I started I heard the phone ring.  Mom picked it up on the second ring
and a few seconds later knocked on my door.

    -œPhone for you, Amy.  It -(TM)s Julie from next door, - Mom said.  I
heard her walk back towards her room as I picked up the phone.

    -œHi Amy-doll, did you make it home OK? - Julie asked with a laugh.

   I heard Mom hang up the extension and wondered if she had heard Julie
call me Amy-doll.   -œYes, I did, Julie.  I just got in a few minutes ago,
- I answered.

    -œWell, good for you, Amy-doll!  I hope you haven -(TM)t gotten too
comfortable yet.  I have some bad news for you.  I forgot to tell you
something so you need to come back over, - she giggled.

    -œWh-what?  You want me to come back over now?  What do you need to
tell me?  Can -(TM)t you tell me on the phone? - I asked.

    -œNo, sorry, you need to come over, - she insisted.

    -œUm, OK, I -(TM)m not dressed yet.  Give me a few minutes to put some
clothes on and I -(TM)ll be right over, - I answered.  I hoped I was going
to be able to get out of the house without a long discussion with Mom.

    -œNo need to get dressed, Amy-doll.  You can come as you are, - she
laughed.

    -œIt -(TM)s no bother, Julie.  I -(TM)ll just throw on a skirt and a
T-shirt and I -(TM)ll be right over, - I answered.  I was getting very
curious about what she could possibly need to tell me that she couldn
-(TM)t or wouldn -(TM)t say over the phone.

    -œNo, Amy-doll, you don -(TM)t understand.  I want you to come over
just the way you are.  Naked.  Got it? - Julie said in a firm voice, as if
talking to a child.

    -œJulie, please!  I don -(TM)t think it -(TM)s a good idea for me to
keep wondering around the neighborhood with no clothes on! - I pleaded.

    -œYou -(TM)re right, it -(TM)s probably not a good idea for you to be
wondering around the neighborhood naked.  You could get caught and that
would be so embarrassing you wouldn -(TM)t stop fingering yourself for a
week! - she laughed.   -œNow get over here!  Now! - She hung up the phone
without giving me a chance to answer.

   I threw on a robe and knocked on Mom -(TM)s door.   -œMom, I have to run
next door for a few minutes.  Julie needs an assignment from school, - I
lied.

    -œOk, dear.  Don -(TM)t be late, though.  You have school in the
morning, - Mom answered.

   I dashed down the stairs and out in the back yard.  This time I wasn
-(TM)t worried about Mom wandering about and finding my robe.  I dashed
across the yards naked for a second time this evening.  Julie and Estelle
were laughing as I approached.  I had to admit their laughing was
justified. I mean, here I was for the second time, coming over here without
a stitch of clothing on.  Both of our moms were home and this was really a
stupid risk to be out here naked like this.

    -œWell, hello again, Amy-doll, - Julie laughed.

    -œSo, what did you need to tell me, Julie? - I asked.  I was a little
annoyed that whatever she had to say could only be said to me in person
while undressed.

    -œWell, I really just wanted to show you something, - Julie answered.

    -œShow me what? -

    -œI wanted to show you that even though you were so worried about
getting back into your house naked you -(TM)d put yourself right back in
the same position and do it all over again just because I told you to, -
she laughed.

   I should have just shut up and let them laugh at me.  Basically, she was
right.  I wanted to put clothes on to come over here.  I was naked because
she told me to be naked.  Still, my pride was wounded.

    -œWell, I -(TM)m not as stupid as you think, Julie!  I have a robe
sitting right outside my back door! - Somehow I got some small
satisfaction out of being smart enough to leave the robe to help me get
back in the house.  Talk about missing the big picture!

    -œOh really, you have a robe outside?  Go get it and show me, - Julie
laughed.

   The fact that I fell for this is more embarrassing than the fact that I
was running around outside naked.  I fetched the robe and handed it to
Julie.  Did I mention that my IQ drops 50 points when I -(TM)m naked? 
Naturally, Julie took the robe.

    -œNow the next time you come over naked you -(TM)ll have something to
wear home! - Both girls laughed at me as I walked away feeling like a
complete idiot.  At least I made it into the house without getting busted
by Mom.  I knew, though, that if I kept doing this she was going to catch
me sooner or later.

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   Chapter 10 My ordeal was finally over.  I went to bed.  Tomorrow was
Friday and, presumably, I would be free of Julie -(TM)s demands until
Monday morning.  Of course, I would need to decide what I was going to do.
I was mulling over the alternatives as I drifted off to sleep.  I started
thinking I would go to school Friday in pants, panties, bra, shirt, and a
sweatshirt on top of everything and try to get off this self-destructive
path I was on.  As I started thinking about the events of the evening and
the last couple days I began to change my mind.

   I woke up Friday morning with a plan.  I was going to wear a revealing
top and the shortest skirt I had that Mom would allow me to wear to school.
I -(TM)d put a sweater over the blouse so Mom wouldn -(TM)t notice I was
wearing such a revealing top with no bra.  I also decided I would go
without panties.  I had never gone to school without panties before and I
-(TM)d never worn this top without a bra anywhere.  I planned to put the
sweater in my book bag as soon as I left the house.  I figured if I could
get the nerve to do this embarrassing stuff on my own I could control it
and not have to let Julie push me to do far more than I wanted to do.  I
was a little embarrassed at the breakfast table.  Mom commented on how
short my skirt was and reminded me to be careful sitting.  If she only knew
I wasn -(TM)t wearing underwear.  I didn -(TM)t know if I could force
myself to sit with my legs open a little with out panties on.  If I kept
playing with Julie I wouldn -(TM)t have a choice, so I decided to try.

   As soon as I was out of sight of my house I took the sweater off and put
it in my book bag.  The blouse I had on wasn -(TM)t transparent but it was
lightweight and clingy.  You couldn -(TM)t actually see my boobs but you
could clearly see their shape.  I figured it would be obvious I was
bra-less from a pretty good distance.  I started to get wet.  As luck would
have it, I was walking past Julie -(TM)s house just as she came out.

    -œWoo hoo!  Nice outfit, Amy-doll!  What -(TM)s the occasion? - she
asked me.

   I couldn -(TM)t believe how embarrassing it was to explain to Julie that
I was experimenting with more revealing clothing.  She laughed and said I
had done a nice job up top but it was too bad I didn -(TM)t have a shorter
skirt on.  I told her it was the shortest skirt Mom would let me out of the
house in.  She laughed.

    -œAfter 8 years of Catholic school, I think I can help you with that
problem.  May I? - she asked.

   I didn -(TM)t know what she had in mind but I wasn -(TM)t in the mood to
argue and I nodded.  She laughed as she put her books down and grabbed the
waistband of my skirt.

    -œSuck your tummy in for me, - she instructed.  I did and she folded
the waistband down, inside the skirt.

    -œOk, we -(TM)ll have you fixed right up here.  This is called rolling
the skirt and all the Catholic schoolgirls do it.  Every morning the nuns
would check to make sure our skirts were long enough and then everyone
would head to the bathroom to roll their skirts to shorten them up.  See
how much shorter this is now? - she asked.  The skirt was a good two
inches shorter and much more daring than it was before.  She looked at me
with a frown.

    -œHmmm, one more little trick and you -(TM)ll be in business. - She
reached around for something in her purse.  I didn -(TM)t see what it was,
but later learned it was a small binder clip.   -œOK, suck your tummy in
again, Amy-doll. - I did as instructed and she hiked the skirt up high on
my waist, pinched the waistband together and put the binder clip on it. 
She put it in the back.  I didn -(TM)t realize she had put it right out in
the open where everyone would see it, though.  The skirt was now hanging
about two inches above the bottom of my butt.

    -œOK, let -(TM)s have a look at you.  Spin around for me, - she
instructed.  I started to worry that one of the neighbors would see this
little skirt adjustment.  I didn -(TM)t argue with Julie, mostly because I
wanted to get this done and resume walking to school.

    -œVery nice!  Not as short as what you -(TM)ll be wearing next week,
but very short.  You -(TM)re gonna attract some attention in this outfit!
Hope you have matching panties on, - she said laughing.  She reached down
and lifted up my skirt in front to see what color my panties were and, of
course, saw I wasn -(TM)t wearing any.

    -œAmy Anderson!  You slut!  You don -(TM)t have any underpants on! -
she yelled and burst out laughing at me.  I blushed and tried to explain
that I was testing myself to see if I could do this.  We were standing on
the street, just a couple doors down from my house and she was still
holding my now very short skirt up in front.  She reached a hand between my
legs and ran a finger through my pussy.  I was mortified when she held up
her finger.  It was glistening with wetness.  She wiped her finger on my
nose as she laughed at me.



    -œSo, trying to get a feel for what life will be like in a few days? 
Well, how do you like it? -

    -œUm, it -(TM)s ok, I guess, but can I put my skirt down now? - I
stammered.  I was getting incredibly aroused and I was totally embarrassed.

    -œWell, if you really want a taste of things to come, let -(TM)s do
this, - she said.  She tucked the front of my skirt into the waistband,
leaving me totally exposed in front.   -œNow, just carry your book bag in
front and nobody will notice a thing.  Well, they might notice your skirt
is up, but they won -(TM)t see your goodies anyway, - she said.

    -œUm, OK, but just for a little while and then I -(TM)m putting my
skirt down, OK? - I asked.

    -œSure thing, Amy-doll.  We -(TM)re not playing the game today so you
can put your skirt down now if you want to, - she answered.

    -œOh, I -(TM)ll leave it up for a little while.  I mean, I have to get
used to this kind of stuff, don -(TM)t I? - I answered.  I was shocked to
hear myself say that!  It sure sounded like I had decided to go through
with everything Julie was demanding.  I wondered if my sub-conscious had,
in fact, already decided I was doing this. As we walked to school I told
Julie that I would think about the game and would have the appropriate
clothing with me if I was going to continue.  I asked her what time her
parents went to work.  Both her parents were off to their jobs in the city
by 6:30 AM, plenty early enough to not be around when I arrived Monday
morning.  I was already planning out the logistics of getting changed into
my little schoolgirl skirt Monday morning.  I even laughed at the irony of
not wanting Julie -(TM)s mom to see me in the outfit but letting everyone
in school see me in it.

   As we approached the school I adjusted my skirt.  I slung my book bag
over my shoulder and there was nothing covering me but the most revealing
outfit I have ever worn to school.  I saw that a lot of the other students
were giving me long looks.  It wasn -(TM)t until I saw my frontal
reflection in the school -(TM)s glass doors that I realized how revealing
my outfit was.  Even in the reflection it was obvious that I wasn -(TM)t
wearing a bra.  The skirt was dangerously short!  I suddenly realized I
didn -(TM)t know if I could sit in this skirt.  When I last sat down in it
the hem was about 5 inches closer to my knees!

   Julie shocked me out of my thoughts by rubbing a hand under my skirt and
on my bare ass.   -œYou have a great day in school, Amy-doll.  Plan to meet
me outside the cafeteria just before lunch.  I -(TM)ll want an update on
your day! - It was getting close to time for class to start so I went
directly to homeroom.  I was a little shocked at the feeling of the cold
seat on my bare butt.  I discretely ran my hand around the hem of the
skirt. I was mortified when I realized it didn -(TM)t come down to the
chair.  Everyone that looked at me would see every inch of my legs from the
side.  I sat with my knees locked together and my hands folded in my lap. I
tried once to sit like I normally do but I couldn -(TM)t bring myself to
open my legs an inch.  I wondered if Mister Perry, my homeroom teacher,
wondered why I wasn -(TM)t flashing him my panties today.

   After homeroom my morning classes were mostly the same thing.  In each
class I sat demurely, unable to bring myself to open up.  I wanted to.  I
really wanted to.  For some reason I just couldn -(TM)t.  I realized that I
was never going to be able to do all the embarrassing, humiliating things I
craved on my own.  I needed to be  -œforced. - Julie wasn -(TM)t really
giving me that feeling of being forced like I had hoped.  Still, the threat
of her not helping me do all these embarrassing things was sort of like
being forced.  I kept thinking about that and resolved to try it in my
classes after lunch.

   I met Julie just before lunch.  She smiled when she saw me and her smile
turned into a laugh as I blushed.

    -œI kinda thought you -(TM)d have adjusted that skirt by now.  I -(TM)m
proud of you for leaving it the way it is.  I -(TM)ll bet everyone is
enjoying looking at your legs.  Shown anything else I should know about? -
she said with a laugh.  I explained all about how I wasn -(TM)t able to
open my legs but I thought I had a plan for it that I -(TM)d try after
lunch.  Naturally, she pressed me for every embarrassing detail and laughed
at me when I told her the full truth.

    -œLook, Amy-doll, if you want to think of my not playing this game with
you as being the same as me forcing you to do this, that -(TM)s cool with
me.  Lunch will be a good time for you to work up the nerve to flash some
skin, though.  The teachers aren -(TM)t really who we want to embarrass you
in front of, anyway.  It -(TM)s your fellow students that we want seeing
this show.  So, go get a tray and pick a seat at the end of a table where
you can be seen easily.  Then sit just like you did yesterday when you had
undies on, - she said with a laugh.

   I had thought I would be eating lunch with Julie but she wanted to sit
where she could watch me, not where she could talk to me.  I was reminded
once again that just because she was willing to torment me and expose me,
that didn -(TM)t make her my friend.  I couldn -(TM)t think about that now,
though.  I was dripping wet at the thought of opening my legs here in the
damn cafeteria with this short skirt on.  I started to walk away and felt
her lift my skirt in the back.  I heard a boy -(TM)s voice say,  -œNice
ass! Love your thong! - as I walked away.  I felt a rush from the comments
and didn -(TM)t know if I was disappointed or relieved that he thought I
was wearing a thong under my skirt.  I got in line to get my lunch tray.

    -œDid you guys see the outfit Amy Anderson is wearing today? - Julie
asked the crowd of girls at her lunch table.  A few of the girls had
noticed.  Some of these people were my friends!

    -œI can -(TM)t believe she -(TM)d wear that top without a bra.  She
must think people want to see her little titties, - one girl said.

    -œI think the boys approve.  She isn -(TM)t big up top but she sure is
showing what she -(TM)s got today, - another girl laughed.

    -œAnd how about that skirt?  Did you see she has a binder clip pinching
it at the waist?  And why does she have it so high up on her waist.  If she
wore it like it was supposed to be worn it might cover her ass a little
better, - another girl said.

    -œMy friend Bobby is in one of her classes.  He told me she isn -(TM)t
wearing any underwear! - Julie told the group.

    -œOh!  That -(TM)s just some boy -(TM)s wishful thinking.  Amy doesn
-(TM)t care who sees her panties so I don -(TM)t doubt he got a look up her
skirt.  Big deal, everyone gets a look up that slut -(TM)s skirt.  She must
be wearing flesh colored panties today, - another girl said.

    -œI don -(TM)t know.  Bobby seemed pretty sure.  He also said she
-(TM)s shaved!  Completely shaved! - Julie answered.

    -œWell, she just sat down over there so we -(TM)ll know in a minute. 
She always sits with her legs spread, - one of the girls said.  All the
girls at the table were staring at her now.



   I sat with my legs tightly closed.  I couldn -(TM)t believe that I
actually wanted to show myself off like this!  The thing is, while I love
the embarrassment once it -(TM)s over, I don -(TM)t like it very much while
it -(TM)s happening.  It -(TM)s --well, it -(TM)s embarrassing!  Anyway, I
was halfway through my lunch when I took a deep breath and opened my legs.
I don -(TM)t want you to get the wrong idea.  I never sat with my legs wide
open, but a foot or so of space between my knees was normal.  It -(TM)s a
whole lot different when you aren -(TM)t wearing panties!  I should have
looked around before I tried this.  I had no idea that a whole table of
girls was staring at me, waiting to see my show.

    -œOh my God!  What a slut! - I blushed deeply.  I knew that comment
had to be directed at me.  I heard laughter erupt at a nearby table and
when I looked over I saw Julie and 8 or 9 other girls looking at me and
laughing.  I slammed my legs shut.  I -(TM)m sure I was as red as a tomato.
I could actually feel my face get hot from the blush.  I realized this was
nothing compared to the embarrassment I was going to feel on Monday if I
kept playing with Julie.  I tried to make myself open my legs again and
couldn -(TM)t do it.  It was just too much knowing I was being watched.

    -œNice pussy, slut! - A girl I had seen around but didn -(TM)t know
had seen my show.  I couldn -(TM)t answer her.  She laughed and walked
away. I saw the table full of girls still laughing at me.  Word was
spreading.  I could feel my arousal building.  I got the feeling I had past
the point of no return.  I could see people talking about me and it seemed
like everyone was looking.  I kept my legs clamped shut through the rest of
lunch.

   Julie was waiting for me outside the cafeteria.  She laughed in my face
and asked me how I liked having all those people looking at me and
laughing. I wanted to cry.   -œYou -(TM)re probably going to be watched
closely for the rest of the day.  You don -(TM)t have to do anything today
but remember, if you want to keep playing the game, everybody that glances
your way sees the goodies.  Oh yeah, I -(TM)ll be doing this to you every
once in a while, too, - she said with a laugh.  As she said this she
reached down and lifted my skirt to my waist.  The hallway was filled with
kids and people started yelling.  I yanked my skirt down.  I wanted to yell
at her that I wasn -(TM)t going to play the game but I couldn -(TM)t.  As
embarrassing as lunch was, I couldn -(TM)t say I was not going to be doing
Julie -(TM)s bidding come Monday.  She had proven that she would be
ruthless in embarrassing me and I still couldn -(TM)t say  -~no. -(TM)

   Chapter 11

   The rest of the school day was horrible.  Apparently word had spread
about my lack of underwear and I was the center of attention.  I had gym
during last period and everyone in the locker room saw that I wasn -(TM)t
wearing underwear.  A couple girls tried to pull my gym shorts down in the
gym but I grabbed them before they could.  The gym teacher saw enough to
see that I wasn -(TM)t wearing underwear, though, and she told me she
wanted to see me after class.  I got through class and showered, enduring
the teasing of my classmates.  I put the skirt on normally, without the
binder clip, and went to Mrs.  Harris -(TM) office.  I sat there through an
embarrassing lecture on personal hygiene.  She also asked me if I needed
information about birth control.  Incredibly, the conversation got even
more embarrassing.

    -œAmy, I know that what you -(TM)re doing can be thrilling.  It -(TM)s
normal for a girl your age to be experimenting sexually.  I understand that
a little pubic foreplay can be fun.  I don -(TM)t think there -(TM)s
anything wrong with it and I -(TM)m not going to tell you to stop doing it.
I -(TM)m a little concerned about your health, though, so that -(TM)s why
we -(TM)re having this little chat.  If you -(TM)re going to run around in
little short skirts without panties you -(TM)re going to be exposing your
vagina to lots of germs every time you sit down.  Make sure you wash that
area 3 or 4 times a day.  You should use a good antibacterial soap, - Mrs.
Harris said.

   This was so embarrassing!  I was relieved that Mrs.  Harris wasn -(TM)t
lecturing me about my outfit but I wasn -(TM)t exactly comfortable about
talking about it like this with her.  She was only five or six years older
than I was but she was still a teacher!  I just nodded my head to her
comments.

    -œI saw you come into school this morning and I saw you at lunch in the
cafeteria, - Mrs.  Harris continued.  I noticed that you had your skirt
rolled all day and it was quite a bit shorter than it is now.  I don -(TM)t
know if you lost some bet or if you -(TM)re doing this to excite a lover,
but after spending the day with your skirt the way it was, it would be a
shame to quit now that the school day has ended.  I went to a Catholic high
school and my group of friends always rolled our skirts once in the morning
and then again in the afternoon.  Even a regulation skirt becomes quite
short when you roll it a second time!  You can go ahead and do that and
finish off whatever it is you -(TM)re doing in a big way, - she said.

   I blushed.  Did she expect me to roll the waistband of my skirt right
here in the office?  She didn -(TM)t really say I should, but she sure
implied it.  I didn -(TM)t know what to do.

    -œI also noticed you had this skirt up high on your waist.  I saw some
type of clip in the back holding the waistband together.  That clip was a
dead give-away that your skirt adjustments were intentional.  I don -(TM)t
see the clip now.  Do you still have it? - She asked.

   I had left the binder clip in my locker.  I figured I -(TM)d get if
after my talk with Mrs.  Harris but I had no intention of using it.  I was
simply going to give it back to Julie.  I told Mrs.  Harris I had the clip
in my locker.

    -œWell, go get it and I -(TM)ll help you get all adjusted for your big
exit from school, - she said with a smile.

   This was surreal!  Now it was out in the open.  She did expect me to
make this skirt shorter for the walk home.  I felt the first wave of
arousal hit me.  This was getting really embarrassing.  Without giving
myself time to think about it I got up to get the clip from my locker.  I
could have just left the building but for some reason I didn -(TM)t.  I
brought the clip into Mrs.  Harris -(TM) office.

    -œHuh!  A binder clip.  Very clever!  It -(TM)s too bad we never
thought of this when I was in school, - she laughed.   -œOk, go ahead and
roll the waistband over. -

   I clumsily folded the waistband of the skirt inward, shortening the
skirt by about two inches.  Mrs.  Harris stepped behind me.

    -œOk, this morning you were wearing the skirt about here, - she said
as she tugged up on the waistband just like Julie had done before school. I
felt the skirt go up to the point where it was very daring.  To my
surprise, Mrs.  Harris didn -(TM)t put the clip on my skirt.  Instead, she
let the skirt drop normally.

    -œOk, Amy, now that classes are over and you don -(TM)t have to be
worried about the entire school seeing you, it -(TM)s time to get really
daring.  Ready for the second roll?  I remember back in high school when we
-(TM)d roll our skirts again after last period for the trip home. 
Everybody could see my panties when I sat on the bus.  I think that -(TM)s
why men like the schoolgirl look so much! -

   OMG!  Was I ready to make this skirt even shorter?  What if it was too
short and didn -(TM)t cover everything it had to cover?  Could I walk out
of school with it like that?  I blushed.  I started rolling the waistband
over a second time.  I figured I could always change my mind.  I also
figured I was probably going to be wearing a skirt this short next week,
anyway.  Looking back I realized I had already made my decision at this
point and was going to tell Julie we were continuing the game.  I just had
not admitted it to myself yet.  Rolling the waistband over a second time
made the skirt really, really, short.  It was way shorter than anything I
had ever worn before.  My butt cheeks were peeking out below the skirt hem.

    -œNow that is a short skirt! - Mrs.  Harris said with a big grin.  
-œWhen we put it back up on your waist where you were wearing it this
morning you -(TM)re going to be showing lots of leg! - She tugged the
skirt up high on my waist and clipped it with the binder clip.  I felt like
I was bottomless.  I looked in the mirror in Mrs. -(TM) Harris -(TM) office
and could see half my butt on display.

    -œOh!  Mrs.  Harris!  This is too short!  I couldn -(TM)t walk out of
here like this.  I have to take the clip off! -

    -œNow Amy, before you do that let -(TM)s talk about it.  I don -(TM)t
know why you dressed like you did today, but there was obviously a reason.
You -(TM)re showing somebody that you -(TM)ll wear very short skirts
without panties to school.  Whoever that person is, don -(TM)t you think he
or she will be impressed with how your skirt looks now?  It -(TM)s true
that your butt is pretty exposed and even a little of your vagina is
showing.  Isn -(TM)t that the idea?  You let dozens of people see
everything you have in the cafeteria at lunch, so whatever the plan is
here, showing seems to be the objective.  You -(TM)ll be able to walk out
of here with that skirt just the way it is and still have a smaller
audience than you had at lunch today.  And the fact that you had this skirt
on without underwear isn -(TM)t a secret around school anyway.  Won -(TM)t
this skirt, the way it is right now, be better? - she asked.  I had to
admit everything she said was correct.  I was already enjoying the
embarrassment I was feeling just being in front of Mrs.  Harris like this
and was anticipating the intense feelings I -(TM)d get if I just walked
home this way.  I pictured myself stopping at Julie -(TM)s house and
getting her reaction and agreed to do it.

    -œYou know, I play little dress up games with Mr.  Harris, too.  I don
-(TM)t do it at work, of course, but outside of work I wear some pretty
revealing clothes myself.  I know that it -(TM)s the most fun when I think
it -(TM)s gone just a bit too far.  You -(TM)re making the right decision,
- she said.   -œI get the feeling that you -(TM)re not quite ready to
share the story behind your revealing choice of clothing today.  I don
-(TM)t know if this is a one-time thing or if you -(TM)ll be doing this
again.  All I can tell you is that if you need someone to talk to about it,
I -(TM)m here.  I won -(TM)t judge you for it.  I -(TM)ve been out with my
husband in an outfit every bit as revealing as your is now.  If you ever
need to talk to someone who will understand, just come see me, Amy. - I
couldn -(TM)t believe Mrs.  Harris was being so nice and understanding.  I
didn -(TM)t think I could confide in her, though.  She is a teacher, after
all.  Still, it was nice to know that there was someone I could talk to if,
or should I say when, my game with Julie got bad.  I took a deep breath and
left Mrs.  Harris -(TM) office with my skirt up high, feeling like
everything was on display.

   Fortunately, the walk home from school is less than a mile.  I felt very
exposed with my skirt up exposing my ass and even some of my pussy.  Some
cars passed me without a glance.  Others slowed down, blew their horns, and
yelled things out the window.  I tried to ignore it all.  About halfway
home I came to a convenience store.  I saw a boy from school that I knew.
He told me how great I looked and said he really liked my outfit.  I was
embarrassed but I thanked him for the compliment.  I continued on my way
and he walked with me.  I was nearly to Julie -(TM)s house when the boy
asked me to go on a date.  I asked him what he had in mind and he suggested
dinner and a movie.  I decided to accept.  I figured it would be fun.  He
said he would pick me up at 7:30.  I asked him to call me at 7:00 because I
might be at a friend -(TM)s house.  He jotted down my cell number and said
goodbye.

   I had been thinking about what I was going to have to do on dates if I
played Julie -(TM)s game and instantly decided I would give that a try
tonight.  Timmy, my date, couldn -(TM)t know it yet, but he was going to
get a hand job from me tonight.  I wanted him to call me at 7:00 because I
was hoping I could have him pick me up at Julie -(TM)s house.  If she would
let me come over before my date I would let Julie dress me for the date.  I
was so horny thinking about my date and what I was going to do on it that I
decided to go straight home to masturbate.  Julie pulled up in her car just
as Timmy started to walk away so my gratification was going to have to wait
a bit.

   Chapter 12

    -œWhoa!  Amy!  Look at you! - Julie exclaimed.  She had a huge grin on
her face as she looked me up and down.   -œThis is a great look for you,
Amy-doll!  And who was the little nerd you were talking to?  Come on in and
give me all the details, - she said.  I followed Julie to her house.  I
was hoping Estelle was busy because I was too embarrassed and didn -(TM)t
want her to see me dressed like this.  It was no use.

    -œEstelle!  Come see how the little slut next door is dressed.  Bring a
camera! - Julie yelled at the top of her lungs.  I stood there awkwardly
as Julie put her books down and kicked her shoes off.  In a couple minutes
Estelle was there, laughing at me.  She took a couple pictures which I
figured would be put on the  -~Net along with my others.  The thought of
that only made me even more horny.  I couldn -(TM)t wait to masturbate and
found myself hoping these two girls would make me do it right in front of
them and photograph it all.

    -œSo, Estelle, what do you think of our slut now?  I found her outside
on the street, dressed like this, making a date with some nerd kid from
school! - Julie asked

    -œShe was out in the street with her skirt up like this?  She -(TM)s
too much! - Estelle agreed with a laugh.

   At Julie -(TM)s prompting I explained all about my day at school,
particularly my last class and my encounter with Mrs.  Harris.  At various
points during my explanation the girls laughed, of course.  I noticed that
they were using my name less and less and just referring to me as the slut.
I don -(TM)t know why I found that exciting but I did.  And, I began to
think of myself as a slut.  In reality, I was a tease.  I was still a
virgin and had very little sexual activity in my past.  I had let a couple
guys feel my tits while making out, of course, but I only let one guy touch
me below the waist and had only given hand jobs.  Even the hand jobs were
all for one guy, a guy I considered to be my boyfriend at the time.  And
yet, I knew Timmy was going to get a hand job tonight.  And maybe more. 
And I was going to be dressed like a tramp for my date.  I also knew that
what little clothing I wore on my date with Timmy would be coming off.  I
was truly a slut but my experiences hadn -(TM)t yet caught up with me.

   The girls were very amused when I told them I was experimenting to see
what life was going to be like beginning Monday.  While I still had to
decide whether I was going to allow Julie -(TM)s suggestions to become
mandatory or not, it was starting to seem to the girls, and to me, that I
had already decided.  I hadn -(TM)t decided, of course.  I was trying to
find the strength to stop all of this.  I knew I -(TM)d be much better off
if I could control myself and not let Julie control my humiliation.  I had
my doubts about whether I could do this without her, though.  I knew for
sure I wouldn -(TM)t be able to stop experiencing the humiliation I craved,
though.  When I asked Julie if I could have my date pick me up at her house
she readily agreed.

    -œSo, Amy-doll, why is it so important for your date to pick you up
here instead of your house? - Julie asked.

    -œIf my mom knows I have a date she -(TM)ll want to help me get ready
and will suggest an outfit for me to wear.  I was thinking I -(TM)d wear
something a bit more daring than Mom would approve of, - I answered.

    -œOh?  Do tell, Amy-doll!  What are you planning to wear? - Julie said
with a laugh.

    -œI haven -(TM)t decided yet but I was thinking I would, um, err, um, I
was thinking I would wear my new plaid skirt and white tube top, - I
answered.  I was embarrassed to tell her I was planning on full slut-wear
for my date but she was going to find out eventually.  Naturally, she burst
into hysterical laughter at this.

    -œWell, my parents won -(TM)t be home until at least 8:00, so you can
get ready for your date here.  I have an idea!  Why don -(TM)t you leave
the clothes you -(TM)re wearing now here and you can go get your date
clothes and bring them over.  Estelle and I will help you get ready for
your date!  You can spend the night here and you -(TM)ll have mom-approved
clothing to go home in tomorrow, -(TM) Julie suggested.

    -œOk, thanks!  How about I come back around 6:00 or so?  That will give
me an hour and a half to get ready, - I suggested.

    -œOh, I was thinking you -(TM)d just go home now and leave your mom a
note telling her you were having dinner here and spending the night.  My
parents usually go out for a late dinner on Friday nights, so even if your
mom checks up on you my parents won -(TM)t know you went out on a date.
-(TM) I nodded.   -œSo, it -(TM)s settled, you -(TM)ll leave those clothes
here and go get your date clothes and bring them right back, - she said,
matter of factly.

   This wasn -(TM)t what I wanted at all.  I wanted to go home and
masturbate!  I needed relief and with Julie -(TM)s plan I wouldn -(TM)t be
alone until sometime tomorrow.  There was no way I could go all the way to
tomorrow without relieving my itch!  Between my embarrassing day at school,
my walk home with my butt hanging out of my skirt, and anticipation of my
date tonight, I needed relief.  I decided on the direct approach and told
Julie what was on my mind.

    -œOh, don -(TM)t be silly!  You can -(TM)t masturbate before a date!  I
-(TM)m sure that nerd boy --what -(TM)s his name?  Timmy?  I -(TM)m sure
Timmy would much rather have you horny for your date.  And you -(TM)ll
enjoy getting all slutted up for him much more if you -(TM)re horny, - she
said.  Reluctantly, I agreed.

    -œSo, it -(TM)s settled.  Get out of those clothes and go get your
slut-wear for tonight. -

    -œWhat?  You want me to strip now and then go get my clothes for
tonight?  So I go home to get my clothes naked? - I asked.

    -œLook, Amy-doll, you said you wanted to know what things are going to
be like starting Monday, right?  Well, starting Monday you -(TM)ll not only
be wearing more revealing clothes, you -(TM)ll also be spending more time
with no clothes at all.  You -(TM)ve seen my Barbie-doll a few times,
right? Have you noticed that my Barbie-doll never seems to have clothes on?
Well, why would it be any different for my Amy-doll? - she said, eliciting
a laugh from Estelle.

   I had not planned on doing another streak between my house and Julie
-(TM)s house.  Still, I had pulled this off a couple of times yesterday and
it wasn -(TM)t so bad.  I knew Mom wouldn -(TM)t be home for at least
another hour or so, and I wasn -(TM)t likely to get caught.  The idea
seemed a bit exciting so I agreed and pulled my top off and my skirt off.
Estelle snapped a couple pictures of me stripping and also of my run across
the back yards to my house.  It felt a little strange going into my house
naked but I was only inside for a couple minutes to grab the slut-wear and
write a quick note.  Soon I was back in Julie -(TM)s back yard.  Julie and
Estelle were out back smoking cigarettes and I stood there nude, waiting
for them, as if it was the most natural thing in the world to be naked with
these two clothed girls.

   Inside, Estelle ironed the skirt I had worn to school.  The waistband
was all wrinkled from being rolled over.  She also ironed the plaid skirt I
was planning to wear on my date.  I put the skirt and tube top on and
modeled it for the girls.  Damn!  The skirt was short!  I could sit fairly
modestly in the skirt because of the pleats.  If I opened my legs a little,
though, the skirt lifted up and showed everything!  We experimented with
some knee socks and Mary-Jane shoes like a typical schoolgirl would wear.
We also tried some white thigh-highs and high heels.  I liked the knee
socks and flats but Julie overruled me and decided on the thigh highs and
heels.  There was a 6-inch band of flesh between the stocking tops and the
skirt hem.  I looked like a street-walking whore!  The shoes had a 5-inch
spike heel and I had some trouble walking in them at first.

   With my outfit decided, I was instructed to take everything off and put
the heels back on.  I spent the next 2 hours wearing just the heels.  The
girls took care of my make-up and hair.  My hair was braided into two
pigtails and Estelle put more make-up on me than I normally wore in a week.
Finally, my fingernails and toenails were painted whore red.  That -(TM)s
what the bottle said for the color.  Whore red.  Estelle was very talented
with the make-up and the blue eye shadow and bright red lipstick made me
look very slutty.  The blush on my cheeks made me look like a little girl.

   With my hair, make-up, and nails done, and still wearing nothing but the
high heels, the girls had me pose for pictures.  In all, Estelle took about
40 pictures.  Julie had put a comedy CD in and it was very funny.  I was
smiling and laughing in most of the pictures.  Also, in all but a few of
the pictures, I was spreading my legs shamelessly.  Estelle downloaded the
pictures and showed them to me on her computer.  It was an amazing set of
pictures.  With all the make-up they had on me, it wasn -(TM)t obvious that
the pictures were of me.  Anyone that knew me would recognize me, but any
stranger who had seen the pictures would never recognize me without all the
make-up.  Julie had me sign some form she had printed off the computer. 
The form had a scanned picture of my driver -(TM)s license on it.  I made
sure she wasn -(TM)t planning to post this form on the  -~Net before I
signed it.

   The girls kept me naked until it was time for my date.  Timmy had called
right at 7:00 and I gave him Julie -(TM)s address to pick me up.  He asked
what I was wearing and all I would tell him was that it was a surprise but
I would look nice for him.  I spent the next 20 minutes or so sitting and
talking with the girls, going over the  -œrules - for my date.  Julie
wanted my legs apart for the whole conversation.  She had to remind me a
couple times, but for the most part I sat spread open.  The rules for my
date were optional for tonight but would become mandatory after Monday if I
continued as her Amy-doll.  There weren -(TM)t many.  First, I had to
initiate the first kiss early in the date.  I was required to rub Timmy
-(TM)s penis, outside of his pants, every time we kissed.  I was to allow
him to feel me up as much as he wanted and to cooperate with any efforts he
made to grope me.  For instance, if he put a hand on my thigh, I had to
open my legs for him.  At some point in the date I had to strip completely
naked for him, and of course, I had to give him a hand job.  These would be
all mandatory things for dates starting on Monday.  I agreed to all of
them.

   I was also told that I was free to screw him and/or blow him.  I didn
-(TM)t have to do either of these, but I could if I wanted to.  If I did
either of these things, I didn -(TM)t need to give him the hand job, of
course.  I had never had a penis in my mouth before and I was very curious
about it.  Obviously, I knew guys loved this and decided that if the mood
was right, I would give my very first blow job to Timmy tonight.  Lastly, I
would have to give a report on my date to the girls when I returned. At
about 7:20 Julie took me into the kitchen and helped me get dressed.  I was
thinking I -(TM)d dress like a slut but in reality, I looked more like a
hooker in this outfit.  I heard the doorbell ring and Estelle answered it.
Julie started pinching and twisting my nipples.  In a couple minutes my
nipples were erect and threatening to poke right through the thin material
of the tube top.

    -œShow time, slut!  Let -(TM)s go meet your date, - Julie said.

   Chapter 13

   I -(TM)m sure Timmy figured I would be dressed provocatively for the
date.  After all, I was wearing a skirt that didn -(TM)t even cover my butt
when he had asked me out.  Still, I don -(TM)t think he was quite prepared
for what he saw when I came into the room.  He had certainly never seen me
wearing heavy make-up like this.  The hair in pigtails was a new look for
me, too.  I hadn -(TM)t worn my hair like this since I was 8 years old.  Of
course, with all that, I think it was the clothes that shocked him.  I had
on a thin white tube top and my nipples were visible through it.  And,
thanks to Julie, my nipples were very erect.  The tube top left most of my
belly bare.  The pleated red skirt was worn low on my hips and showed off
my hipbones nicely.  The skirt was also incredibly short, with the hem
coming right up to pussy.  It was literally just long enough to cover me in
front.  In the back, it was quite different.  The entire lower half of my
butt was exposed.  I hadn -(TM)t measured, but I would guess this skirt was
no more than 6 or 7 inches from waist to hem.  Below the skirt was bare
thigh for about 6 inches, then white seamed thigh highs, and finally 5-inch
heeled, black patent leather shoes.  I could tell by the look on Timmy
-(TM)s face that he was shocked.

   I was feeling very slutty, of course.  I walked over to him, ignoring
the skirt that had started slipping in the 8 or 9 steps I had to take to
get across the room.  I said hello and put my right arm around his neck and
pulled him in for a kiss.  As I was slipping my tongue into his mouth I
massaged his crotch with my left hand.  I felt him start to harden down
below and the girls were making comments.  I heard Estelle say,  -œoooh! -
and I heard Julie comment that  -œsomeone -(TM)s gonna get lucky tonight.
- I broke off the kiss and tugged my skirt back into position.  Timmy was
a bit flushed.

    -œSo, where are you guys going tonight? - Julie asked.

    -œI was thinking dinner at the Olive Garden and then a movie.  Anything
special you want to see, Amy? - Timmy answered.

    -œDinner and a movie?  Well, I guess that -(TM)s OK, - Julie answered.
 -œI wouldn -(TM)t bother with anything fancy, though.  It doesn -(TM)t
take steak and lobster to get into Amy -(TM)s panties, does it Amy? - she
continued.  I blushed and shook my head  -~no -(TM),

    -œSee, Timmy?  I think a Big Mac and fries will be enough to get in her
panties tonight.  That is, if she -(TM)s even wearing panties!  Amy, are
you wearing panties under your little skirt? - Julie taunted.

   Julie was making me out to be a total slut and a cheap one at that.  I
blushed and was really embarrassed but there was nothing I could do to but
play along.  I told her what she already knew about whether I was wearing
panties or not.  I wasn -(TM)t mad at her for this, though.  I know she was
just trying to embarrass me and it was working!  It wasn -(TM)t like we
would get very far into the date before Timmy saw I wasn -(TM)t wearing
panties.  With a skirt this short, its hard to keep secrets like that. 
And, if I tell the truth, her talking about me like I was some cheap slut
was really turning me on.  And she wasn -(TM)t quite done yet!

    -œIf you haven -(TM)t picked out a movie yet maybe you want to
reconsider, - Julie continued.

    -œWhy? - Timmy asked.  Timmy was a bit naÃ¯ve and still a bit
overwhelmed by my outfit.  Julie seemed to be having tons of fun playing
with him at my expense.

    -œWell, think about it, Timmy!  Look at how your date is dressed.  I
doubt she got all whored up for you so she could sit in a dark movie
theater.  Take her out someplace!  Show her off! - Julie said.

   Naturally, Estelle had to take a shot, too.  These two worked well
together.

    -œMaybe he figures a dark movie theater would be a good place to feel
her up.  It -(TM)s not a bad idea when you think about it.  She -(TM)s
half-naked all ready, the place will be dark.  Is that the plan, Timmy? -
Estelle asked, laughing.  I just blushed and kept quiet, wondering how far
these two would take this.  Timmy was speechless.

    -œTimmy, - Julie took over.   -œYou can feel her up anywhere.  I have
an idea!  Why don -(TM)t you take her bowling?  Amy loves to bowl! -

   Bowling?!  In this outfit?  She can -(TM)t be serious!  I actually did
like bowling and would have jumped at this suggestion if I were wearing
pants and a decent top.  Or panties.  Or even a longer skirt.

    -œUm, I don -(TM)t think Amy is dressed for bowling, - Timmy answered.
I could tell he was imagining exactly what I would look like bowling in
this outfit.  I was, too.  And I was getting all hot and bothered by the
thought.  It would be so embarrassing!  Julie shot me a look and I
remembered her requirement that I cooperate with her efforts to embarrass
me.  I took a deep breath.

    -œUm, bowling would be OK with me, - I said.

    -œAre you sure, Amy?  I love your outfit but that skirt is very short
and if you -(TM)re not wearing underwear, well, you know.  And the bowling
alley is probably gonna be pretty crowded.  Are you sure? - Timmy asked.
Timmy was such a gentleman!

    -œLook Timmy, Amy knows what will show when she bowls.  If she had a
problem with letting it show, would she be wearing that tiny skirt in the
first place?  And why would anyone wear a micro-mini like that without
panties?  Don -(TM)t you see?  She wants you and showing you the goods is
her way of getting you interested.  I know you can -(TM)t feel her up at
the bowling alley like you could at a movie, but I think she -(TM)ll let
you feel her up afterwards, won -(TM)t you Amy? - Julie replied.

   So, there it was out in the open.  I -(TM)m dressed up and made up like
a cheap hooker and I -(TM)m going on a first date.  And now, I -(TM)m
supposed to just announce that I -(TM)m going to let him feel me up?  And
just how am I supposed to figure out how to answer this question now that I
-(TM)m so horny I can -(TM)t think straight?  I certainly was going to let
Timmy feel me up.  Everyone in the room knew that already except for Timmy.

    -œYes, Timmy, we can go some place private after bowling, - I answered
with a blush.  I was proud of myself for not coming right out and telling
him he could feel me up.  He got the message, though.

    -œSo, it -(TM)s settled, then? - Julie asked.   -œFast food, bowling,
and sex is the perfect cheap date and Amy is the perfect cheap date girl!
- What a humiliating little summary of what I was about to do.  Finally,
the torture ended and Timmy and I headed for the door.

    -œWait, Timmy!  Make sure you use a condom! - Julie said.

   Condom?  This was going too far!  I had no intention of losing my
virginity to Timmy tonight.  It wasn -(TM)t going to happen.  I was going
to play the perfect slut for him and expose myself at a bowling alley.  I
would strip for him and give him a hand job or maybe a blowjob, and I was
going to let him feel me up all he wanted, but I wasn -(TM)t screwing him.

    -œI -(TM)m good, thanks, - Timmy answered with a big smile.  I
wondered if I -(TM)d be fighting him off later.  I decided to cross that
bridge when I came to it.  We left with the laughter of Julie and Estelle
echoing in my ears.

   I had been feeling pretty comfortable in my slut outfit in the house. 
Maybe the couple of hours spent totally nude before getting dressed helped.
I even enjoyed having the girls talk about me being a cheap slut in front
of my date.  The enormity of what I was doing hit me like a ton of bricks
as soon as I stepped outside with Timmy.  Here I was, looking just like a
hooker, about to go out for fast food and bowling with a guy who was now
sure he was getting sex.  His attitude sure changed when he realized he had
a sure thing on his hands.  Once we got in the car he kissed me.  I
dutifully rubbed his crotch during the kiss.  His hand went between my
legs, too.  A delicious wave of humiliation rolled over me as I spread my
legs to accommodate his hand.  His inexperience with women was apparent as
he immediately started jamming his fingers in me.  I raised off the seat a
little and arched my back to make his abrupt attack less painful.  He
probably thought this was my way of showing I liked what he was doing.  It
was a good thing I was already very wet.  His thumb found my clit and he
had thee fingers in me when I had an embarrassingly public orgasm in the
car which was still parked in Julie -(TM)s driveway.  I looked up and saw
Julie and Estelle at the window laughing at me.  Timmy started the car and
I immediately began worrying about the next humiliation on the schedule. 
How was I going to walk into a McDonalds in this outfit?

    -œDid I tell you she was a slut?  Did I tell you? - Julie asked with
obvious excitement.

    -œYou did!  I gotta tell you, I am impressed! - Estelle answered.  
-œI can -(TM)t get believe what just happened!  She looked just like a
hooker and you convinced her date to cancel dinner and a movie for a burger
and bowling!  And making her tell him right up front that he was going to
get to feel her up was genius.  He obviously took that to heart, - she
laughed.

    -œYeah, you know you -(TM)re a slut when you let your date bring you
off in the car before even pulling out of the driveway, - Julie laughed.

    -œI -(TM)d love to watch the reactions when people see her bowling in
that little skirt!  We should go to the bowling alley, - Estelle said.

    -œNo, I have a first date tonight, too.  I -(TM)ll be doing the dinner
and movie that our little slut was supposed to get.  I -(TM)ll be home
early, though.  I can -(TM)t wait to hear about Amy -(TM)s date! - Julie
answered.

    -œWell, I have no plans, so I -(TM)ll be here in case Amy gets back
before you do, - Estelle said.

    -œGreat!  Do me a favor, will you?  Get her out of her skirt and top as
soon as she comes in, OK? -

    -œSure thing.  You want her naked.  Got it, - Estelle answered.

    -œNo, not naked.  Stockings and heels only, - Julie answered with a
laugh.  Julie headed upstairs to change for her date.

   Chapter 14

   The ride to McDonalds only took a few minutes.  I was a little nervous
about playing this close to my house but it couldn -(TM)t be helped.  Timmy
turned off the car but made no move to get out.

    -œHow about another kiss, sexy? - he asked.  We were parked right by a
window of the place but that just made it more exciting.  His lips covered
mine and I reached for his crotch with my left hand.  His hand touched my
thigh and I spread my legs wide for him.  I felt like the biggest slut in
the world!  Anyone walking by could have seen us.  People in the restaurant
were probably watching us, too.  My skirt was up around my waist at this
point.  I wasn -(TM)t surprised to feel him pull my tube top down, leaving
me effectively naked.  His hand mauled my tits roughly.  I was so horny! 
Suddenly, I was not sure I was going to be a virgin when this date ended.
We kissed and groped each other for about 10 minutes in the car.  I got
very close to another orgasm but didn -(TM)t get over the top.  I was so
horny I think he could have had my virginity right there if he had just
kept going a bit longer.

   Incredibly, he wanted to get something to eat.  I was so frustrated as I
struggled to get my tube top up and my skirt down.  Like a true gentleman
he got out and opened my door for me.  I tried not to think about what I
must look like as we walked inside McDonalds.  I figured the best case
would be that people quietly stared at me in my whore clothes and we could
eat and get out of there.  That wasn -(TM)t how it happened, though.  As
soon as we walked in the door a table near the window with 4 teenagers at
it erupted in applause and catcalls.  The kids at the table had a clear
view of what had just gone on in the car and were openly laughing and
telling us to get a room, calling me a whore, etc.  At that moment, the
idea of getting a room sounded much better than getting burgers.  I could
only imagine what the bowling alley was going to be like!

   I felt like there was a spotlight on me as we stood at the counter.  We
were behind some guy who was ordering a ton of food.  I could see my
reflection in the window of the restaurant.  It wasn -(TM)t me in the
reflection; it was some cheap trailer-park whore.  And a young one at that!
Between the makeup and hair in pigtails and the schoolgirl skirt, I looked
like I was 14.  I cringed when I saw just how much of my ass was visible. I
tugged the skirt down, trying to preserve some small amount of modesty. 
When I tugged it down I nearly tugged it right off.  Almost instantly I
found myself tugging it up again.  I thought back to the conversation when
Beth was hemming the skirt.  Julie had mentioned that she wanted me to have
to adjust the skirt a couple times a minute.  At the time she said that I
was thinking about how annoying that was going to be.  I never considered
just how hard it would be to adjust the skirt to not show too much!  Try to
be somewhat covered and it feels like it -(TM)s gonna fall off.  Pull it up
so it feels secure and it doesn -(TM)t cover what it -(TM)s supposed to
cover.  I thought the evil in this skirt was the amount of flesh it
revealed and how it just yelled,  -œcheap slut - to everyone who saw it.
The real evil is that I can -(TM)t go more than 30 seconds without thinking
about how short my skirt is and what is visible from underneath it.

   Timmy was oblivious to all the emotions I was feeling, of course. 
Finally we were at the front of the line and Timmy ordered burgers for us.
While he was getting the food I went to get the straws and napkins and
stuff.  While I was doing that a couple people came up to me and commented
on my appearance.  I knew I looked like a cheap slut but I didn -(TM)t
really need people pointing it out to me.  Even after we sat down to eat
strangers were making rude comments.  Some guy asked how much I charged and
if I was available later.  I was blushing red like a tomato all through
dinner.  I was pretty happy to get out of there.  Timmy kissed me again in
the car.  This time I didn -(TM)t wait for his hand to go between my legs,
I just spread them apart.

    -œYour outfit caused quite a stir in there, Amy, - Timmy said.   -œAre
you sure you want to go bowling? - His hands were all over me as he asked
the question.  Truthfully, I didn -(TM)t want to go bowling.  Judging by
the erection he had, he wasn -(TM)t all that interested in bowling, either.

    -œLet -(TM)s go someplace private instead of bowling, - I answered. 
He started the car and headed out.  He drove to an industrial park where
some of the companies worked all night.  This was a favorite spot for
teenagers to go parking because you could park between the workers parked
cars and not get bothered by the cops.  On the way I considered my options.
I knew my clothes were coming off and Timmy would get a hand job at least.
I decided that tonight would be the night I would give my first blowjob.  I
was thinking very seriously about letting Timmy go all the way.  At the
start of the date I had ruled that out.  Now I was no longer so sure.  I
was very horny so I decided to just see how things went.

   One we parked things got a little awkward.  From Timmy -(TM)s
perspective, there was no need to get me naked since my outfit gave him al
the access he needed.  We kissed and groped each other a bit and he didn
-(TM)t make any move to take any of my clothes off.  I knew I didn -(TM)t
really have to get naked for him but beginning Monday, this would be a
requirement for me on every date.  Timmy was already thinking he had a sure
thing and that I was a total slut.  Somehow, between all the groping I had
to get out of my clothes.  Finally I got an idea.

    -œWhy don -(TM)t we get in the back seat, Timmy?  There -(TM)s way more
room back there, - I said.  He agreed and was out of the driver -(TM)s
seat in a flash.  I got out of the car and pulled my top and skirt off and
tossed them in the front seat and then hopped in the back.  I hear a horn
blowing and saw a car flashing its lights from the row of cars behind us.
Some other unknown people now knew I was a slut.  Once in the back seat I
took my heels and stockings off and tossed them into the front seat.  Next
I was working on unfastening Timmy -(TM)s pants.

   I won -(TM)t go into detail about what happened in the back seat of
Timmy -(TM)s car.  I had always pictured my first time to be wildly
romantic.  I imagined a very handsome man, a large bed with satin sheets
covered with rose petals, all combining into a magical evening that I would
remember for the rest of my life.  Everyone says you always remember your
first, right?  I hope that -(TM)s not true.  My very handsome man was an
inexperienced teenage boy, my bed with satin sheets was the back seat of a
5-year old Chevy, and my magical evening consisted of about 1 minute of
clumsy thrusting.  He didn -(TM)t even take his pants off; he just pulled
them down.  I got a nasty scratch on my leg from the zipper of his jeans.
When he was done there were a few minutes of awkward silence and then he
took me home.  I had him drive me back to Julie -(TM)s house.  At least he
asked me for another date on the way home.  I told him to call me next
week. I knocked on Julie -(TM)s door.  Estelle let me in.  The clock in the
living room was just hitting 9:30 and my date was over.

   Estelle was surprised to see me so early.   -œI want to hear all about
your date, Amy-doll, but first, Julie left instructions for you to strip
off everything but your stockings and heels.  I set up the video camera so
you won -(TM)t have to go through this twice.  So, get out of the clothes
and tell me all about it, - she said.  I could see she was trying not to
laugh at me.  When I started to take my skirt and top off without even
making a comment she couldn -(TM)t hold back any longer, though, and the
video I made started out with me stripping with her laughter in the
background.

   She had set up a little barstool in front of the camera and I sat down.
She sat next to the camera.  She spread her legs wide apart and motioned
for me to spread my legs and I did.  Of course, she was wearing jeans and I
was naked.

    -œSo, how was our little virgin-pretending-to-be-a-slut -(TM)s big
date? - she said.

    -œWell, first of all, I am no longer pretending to be a slut.  It
-(TM)s official.  I -(TM)m a slut.  And, I -(TM)m no longer a virgin, - I
answered.

    -œOh?  Do tell!  I want every detail, - she answered, laughing.  She
rubbed her hand into her crotch and motioned for me to do the same. 
Blushing, I did as ordered.  I spent the next 20 minutes naked, fingering
myself, and recounting every humiliating detail of my date with Timmy.  At
the end of my story I finished by having three huge orgasms.  I had been
horny for hours and finally got the relief I needed.  I didn -(TM)t even
think of the video camera with the little blinking red light until I was
done.  I realized that I had just made a very embarrassing video.  As soon
as Estelle turned the camera off I asked if I could go shower.  Estelle
told me I could but warned me not to mess up my hair or makeup.  They were
already messed up, of course, but she wanted me to preserve the
freshly-fvcked look.  When I got out of the shower I put my stockings and
heels on and went down stairs.  My skirt and tube top were no longer by the
door where I left them.  Just then, Julie came home from her date.

   Chapter 15

   The absolute worst part of my whole night was replaying the video I
made. Julie and Estelle laughed hysterically throughout.  They stopped the
tape and replayed certain sections several times.  They mocked me, called
me a cheap slut, and laughed in my face.  I was getting horny again and
started rubbing my pussy.  This caused them to break out in wild laughter.
What had I become?  Here I was, sitting naked, legs spread wide apart,
masturbating myself of my own accord with two fully clothed girls watching
and laughing.  Worse, I realized that I liked it.  I felt thoroughly
degraded and I liked it!

    -œSo, Amy-doll, you really like this stuff, huh? - Julie asked.  I
nodded.

    -œWell, are you really going to wait until Monday to decide your fate
or are you ready now?  Tomorrow -(TM)s Saturday and we could have tons of
fun with you if you -(TM)re ready to decide.  On the other hand, you could
stay home all alone and think about it.  It -(TM)s a big decision, I know.
Hmmm, do you want to forget all this and make believe it never happened or
do you want to become the town slut? - Julie laughed at me.  Her tone of
voice was so condescending!  Here I was, totally naked and she was mocking
me.  Why couldn -(TM)t I just get up and leave?

    -œDo you have to mock me like that? - I asked.  I don -(TM)t know what
answer I was hoping for.  A part of me realized her attitude and constant
mocking was a turn on.  It was definitely humiliating and it was turning me
on.

    -œWell, I suppose I don -(TM)t really have to --but I like it so I
-(TM)ll keep doing it! - she said with a laugh.

    -œWell, does this have to be so public?  Can -(TM)t we be a little bit
discreet about this? - I asked.  Again, I had no idea what answer I was
hoping for.

    -œDiscreet?  I don -(TM)t think so!  You -(TM)re going to become the
town slut and be available to everyone.  What fun would it be to make you
available to everyone but not tell anyone?  No, if you decide to play our
little game you -(TM)re going to you -(TM)re going to play hard and you
-(TM)re going to play everywhere. - Julie said.  She knew she had me and
she was just taunting me.

    -œSo, what do you think?  Are we waiting till Monday or are we starting
right now? - Julie asked.

   I didn -(TM)t know what to do!  I knew this was wrong.  I knew this was
going to ruin my reputation.  I knew I should just put my clothes on and go
home.  I also knew I had never been so horny in my life.  I knew I -(TM)d
never be able to stop thinking about this.  I knew that no matter how I
answered this question I was going to regret it for a long time.  If I said
no, this would always be the opportunity lost.  If I said yes, I was going
to be spending a lot of time dressed like a street-walking whore.  I took a
deep breath.

    -œI can -(TM)t decide!  We can play tomorrow if you want but I can
-(TM)t decide about this.  I need more time. -

    -œNo, sorry.  If you -(TM)re in, we -(TM)ll play.  If you need more
time to decide you -(TM)re on your own.  I -(TM)ll tell you what, if you
decide to be my Amy-doll, you stop here Monday on your way to school.  Come
around to the back.  You can strip in the back yard and I -(TM)ll pick out
a nice embarrassing outfit for you.  If you don -(TM)t want to be my
Amy-doll, don -(TM)t even come over, - she told me.

   I stood there, naked but for the stockings and heels, more confused than
ever.  Julie plainly wanted nothing to do with me unless I was willing to
be her play-toy.  I resolved right then and there to tell her  -~no -(TM).
I had intended to do it immediately.  What came out was some stupid promise
to think about it over the weekend and to give her my answer Monday
morning. She went upstairs and got the clothes I wore over to her house
earlier that day.  She literally threw them at me.

    -œAny time you decide you -(TM)re in, feel free to come over.  Whatever
happens, you -(TM)ll either be here Monday morning, all nice and naked, or
we -(TM)re not playing.  See ya, - she said.  She literally pushed me out
the door.

   I didn -(TM)t go out for the rest of the weekend.  I couldn -(TM)t think
of anything else but whether I was going to do what she wanted.  In the
moments I could think rationally I was certain I should say  -~no -(TM).  I
kept getting horny, though, and it was clear that my body wanted to say 
-~yes -(TM).  I also kept thinking about what she would make me wear to
school Monday if I said yes.  By bedtime Sunday night I still hadn -(TM)t
made a decision.  Needless to say, I didn -(TM)t sleep well!  All too soon
it was Monday morning.  I know I had a conversation with my mom at
breakfast but I don -(TM)t remember a word of it.  I was trembling as I
walked through the back yard to Julie -(TM)s back door.  I stood at her
back door for a while, not really aware of my surroundings.  I honestly don
-(TM)t remember how I finally decided what to do.  I don -(TM)t remember
ringing Julie -(TM)s doorbell.  I vividly remember the evil grin on Julie
-(TM)s face as she opened the door to let her naked Amy-doll in, though.

   The end.







   My Story - Part 2

   I knew I shouldn't be doing this.  I knew I was making a very poor
decision that was going to affect me for a very long time, maybe forever. I
knew I was being stupid.  Unfortunately for me, I couldn't help myself. 
The combination of fear, arousal, and humiliation was like a drug to me.  I
needed that drug so badly that I found myself ringing my next door
neighbor's doorbell at 6:45 AM, totally naked.

   My rational mind understood that Julie, my next door neighbor, wasn't my
friend.  She certainly wasn't looking out for my best interests.  She was
intent on totally humiliating me and destroying my reputation.  Worse, she
was intent on doing as much damage as she possibly could, in as short a
time as possible.  I was putting my life in her hands and all I was to her
was a source of amusement, someone to laugh at.  And laugh she did.  When I
rang her doorbell that Monday morning I was literally shaking in fear.  She
was delighted to see me and laughed right in my face.  Her au pair,
Estelle, was also quite amused.  Looking back, it was at that particular
moment that I really understood the meaning of the word bimbo.  That's what
I was, of course, a bimbo.

   The girls took me inside.  Estelle videotaped the lecture Julie gave me.
Even though we all knew why I was there, Julie insisted on going through
the ground rules.  I cringed when I saw the video later.  There I was,
naked, scared, and obviously aroused, describing my most personal and
embarrassing secrets for the camera.  As Julie led me through the
discussion she emphasized that this was all voluntary, all my idea, and
something that I desperately wanted.  I admitted on tape that our "game",
as Julie put it, was designed to totally humiliate and degrade me, and that
I was a willing participant.  I assured the camera that I was not being
blackmailed and that while I had to obey Julie completely, the only
consequence for disobedience was ending the game.  Finally, I acknowledged
that I understood that I would be required to do things that were illegal
and unsafe in order to keep the game going and took responsibility for my
own actions.  In short, this was all my choice and I am responsible for the
consequences of my actions.  All in all, it was a video designed to protect
Julie as much as it was to humiliate me.

   After the lecture and video session it was time to get dressed.  I
wasn't surprised to learn that I would be wearing a very, short, red plaid
schoolgirl skirt.  Julie had bought five of these skirts for me and her
friend Beth had altered them to be obscenely short.  It was the same skirt
I had worn on my date last week and I knew I'd be adjusting it constantly.
I also knew I'd be attracting a lot of attention in school, as the skirt
wasn't long enough to cover my butt completely.

   Unlike my date outfit, Julie selected white knee socks for me.  She also
decided I'd wear 5-inch spike heels.  The shoes were all wrong for the
socks.  I remember thinking how silly it was for me to be worried about
this when my ass was going to be hanging out all day long.  It also
reminded me that I had absolutely no input into my clothing decision.  The
short skirt was sexually exciting to me; the ridiculous combination of high
heels and knee socks was just embarrassing.  None of it mattered.

   I had expected a tube top to complete my slutty outfit but I was wrong.
Instead, Julie tossed me a cropped white T-shirt.  She had this T-shirt
made especially for me.  It left the bottom inch or so of my tits exposed
and it had bright red lettering on it.  The words "Kiss Me" and a big set
of red lips decorated the front and back.  Julie walked me over to a mirror
and I was a little freaked out by my reflection.  My outfit was going to
attract a lot of attention.  I looked like a cheap hooker.  As I was trying
to come to grips with my appearance, Julie began to lecture me again.

   "Now Amy, we're going to change that reputation you have as a tease just
as quickly as we can.  Remember the rule about kissing you followed on your
date?  If you're kissing a boy you are required to fondle his penis outside
his pants through the entire kiss," she said.  I nodded.  "And, every kiss
is to be open mouth and make sure you use your tongue.  Always let the boy
break off the kiss.  After each kiss you get I want you to thank the boy
and ask him if he'd like another.  Understand?" I nodded dumbly.  I
remember thinking this was going to be bad and I was right.

   "Now, you're bound to be asked out on lots of dates since you look so
cheap and available.  From now on, you don't just look cheap and available,
you ARE cheap and available, available to everyone.  You will date anyone
who asks on a first-come-first-served basis.  If you already have a date
and you're asked on another one, you will encourage the boy to pick another
night.  If you want to refuse anyone a request for a date, you need my
permission.  Got it?" Again, I nodded.  "Oh, and when you are asked on a
date, you'll need to find some way to make it clear to the boy that he can
go all the way with you.  Since you decided to give up your virginity on
your last date, every guy you date gets to screw you from now on.  I don't
want boys spending lots of money on you hoping to get lucky.  You make sure
they know up front that you're a cheap date and a sure thing."

   "Now, we only have 8 school days left.  I expect you to make the most of
them.  You'll need a date for every night.  No second dates until school is
over, though.  We want to spread you around a little.  I also want you to
show a little love in school each day.  Make sure you kiss everyone who
wants a kiss every day, not just when you're wearing your 'Kiss Me' shirt.
Make sure you flirt with everyone, boys and girls.  And, above all else,
show your body off.  Beginning today, you're officially a slut and we want
everyone to know it.  Keep your legs apart whenever you're sitting.  If you
see someone looking at your chest, lift your shirt for them.  You're trash
now and I expect to see you acting like it at all times," Julie instructed.

   The humiliating requirements just kept coming.  I had thought that I
might not totally trash my reputation with so few days left in the school
year.  Julie had obviously given some thought to this, though, and suddenly
8 days seemed plenty long enough to secure my new reputation as a huge
slut. I knew right then that I'd be leaving my small town in disgrace.  If
I followed Julie's instructions people would definitely be talking about me
for a long time to come.

   Julie continued with her discussion about rules and requirements.  I was
expected to sit with my legs open like I always did when I used to wear
panties.  If anyone put a hand on my thigh I was required to spread my legs
as wide as I could, just like I did on my date with Timmy.  I was not
allowed to sit on my skirt.  I actually laughed at this rule.  My skirt was
so short I would have had to take it off to sit on it.

   "One last thing we need to cover before we're off to school.  You're on
the pill, so you shouldn't have to worry about getting pregnant.  It seems
very unlikely that any of the boys in school have aids, and I couldn't care
less if you catch a venereal disease, so any boy that does you can decide
whether he wants to wear a condom or not.  You don't care either way.  Got
it?"

   I knew I was in for a tough day but I wasn't really prepared for the
reaction I got in my ridiculous outfit.  Predictably, I got a lot of
attention from the boys.  I had three dates lined up before lunch.  I had
been kissed a dozen times before lunch.  I had been seen openly fondling
boy's penises and people were talking about me.  It seemed like everyone
was looking up my skirt.  I don't think Julie realized how much all of this
embarrassed me.  Yeah, it made me horny but it was still horribly
embarrassing for me.  I was brazenly showing myself off but I was also
blushing all the time.

   It was the reaction of the girls that hurt the most.  Every girl I
encountered treated me with contempt.  I was ridiculed and called every
name imaginable.  Most everyone was calling me a whore and with the way I
was dressed and all the kissing I was doing, I couldn't blame them.  Girls
can be really cruel to each other.  At one point several girls confronted
me in the hallway near my locker.  They were telling me exactly what they
thought of me and one of them actually lifted my skirt and showed the whole
hallway I was naked underneath.  Just then, at the worst possible moment, a
boy I didn't know yelled over that he wanted a kiss.  I was mortified as I
kissed him and fondled his penis.  Everyone was watching me and laughing at
me.  He kissed me for several minutes.  When he was done I thanked him and
offered him another kiss like I was supposed to.  He accepted and we
repeated the whole humiliating process a second, and then a third time. 
Finally, in desperation, I whispered in his ear that I'd go out on a date
with him and let him fuck me if he would just stop kissing me in the
hallway.  He agreed and I had my fourth date set up.

   The only thing I didn't do like I was supposed to was sit.  I didn't
cross my legs and I did keep my knees slightly apart.  I'm sure plenty of
people saw all the way up my tiny skirt, but I wasn't sitting like Julie
ordered.  She had been very clear that she wanted me sitting like I did
before when I was wearing panties.  I never cared who saw my panties before
and I often sat with my legs wide apart.  Now, dressed as a whore and not
wearing panties, I just couldn't bring myself to sit with my knees two feet
apart.  I knew I'd get busted for this eventually, but I just couldn't do
it.  I was worried about what Julie would do when she caught me sitting too
modestly.  I knew I would hate it and I knew that when it was over she
would win and I'd end up sitting just like she wanted me to.  Part of me
wanted to make her understand that I just couldn't do it and part of me
wanted her to make me do it anyway.

   My last class of the day was gym with Mrs.  Harris.  She saw me come
into the locker room in my full slut attire.  She told me she wanted to
speak to me after class.  I was pretty sure she knew that I was naked under
my little skirt and T-shirt when I came in.  She made no move to leave,
though, and saw me undress and put my gym outfit on without underwear.  She
smiled strangely at me as she walked away.  I was a nervous wreck all
through gym class.  All too soon class was over.  After showering and
dressing I knocked on her office door.

   "Hello, Amy.  I'm assuming you know that the entire school is talking
about you.  And with good reason.  I have to tell you, that is the most
revealing outfit I've ever seen anyone wear in public.  Is everything all
right?" Mrs.  Harris asked.  Her concern seemed genuine but I still didn't
know how to answer the question.  Was everything all right?  Well, lets
see. Already today, I'd been videotaped and photographed nude, kissed two
dozen boys and fondled their penises right out in the open, let countless
people look up my skirt, agreed to four dates and came right out and told
each boy he'd get lucky on the date, and been called every name imaginable.
Was everything really ever going to be all right again?

   When I didn't answer the question Mrs.  Harris continued.  "If half of
what I'm hearing is true, you've had quite a day." I agreed that it had
been quite a day.  I asked her what she had heard.  I was curious about
what people were saying.

   "Well, I've heard you've been kissing a lot of boys.  After reading your
shirt, I'd have to say that's true.  I also heard that you've been openly
groping each boy you kiss.  And, I've heard that you've been flashing your
crotch all day.  I just want you to know that whatever is going on, you can
tell me.  Whatever it is, you're getting quite a reputation and I don't
think it's the reputation you want," she said.

   I didn't know what to say.  Everything she had heard was true, of
course. I felt so dirty hearing her repeat it, though.  The fact that she
had been told all of this by other people was totally humiliating.  I
realized that I should have my legs apart right now but I still couldn't
bring myself to do it.

   "Amy, this is unlike you.  When I saw the way you were dressed last
Friday I assumed you were engaging in harmless fun.  Seeing what you're
wearing today, and hearing what's being said about you, I'm not so sure. 
Are you being blackmailed or something?" she asked me.

   Suddenly, I felt the urgent need to confess.  I really needed someone I
could talk to and I hoped Mrs.  Harris would understand.  "I'm not being
blackmailed, but there is something going on," I started.  Once I started I
just kept talking.  I told Mrs.  Harris everything from flashing my pussy
for cokes at the deli to attending the party naked, right up to getting
dressed for school this morning and learning my new rules.  The only thing
I left out was the name of the student I had asked to humiliate me.  During
my little confession I spread my legs wide, giving Mrs.  Harris an
unobstructed view of my hairless crotch.  After I finished I held my breath
waiting for her reaction, wondering if I had made the biggest mistake of my
life confiding in her.

   "That's quite a story!  I understand the appeal of erotic embarrassment
and even humiliation.  I think I mentioned to you that my husband and I
play at this stuff frequently and I know what it's like to be out in very
revealing clothes, though certainly nothing quite as revealing as you have
on now.  Are you sure you know what you're doing?  You're already the talk
of the school and none of that talk is very flattering.  It doesn't take
long to earn a bad reputation, you know."

   I explained to Mrs.  Harris that I knew how bad this whole situation was
for me but that I couldn't stop myself.  I just needed the rush that came
from the humiliation.  I added that I figured I could always move to some
other place after my reputation was trashed here.

   "Well, that's a thought, Amy, but there might be more to it than you
think.  What about the Internet?  I doubt you have any idea how many
pictures have been taken of you in this little outfit or in the nude. 
Surely you must know they'll end up on the Internet.  And all these boys
you're having sex with?  How do you know that you won't run into one of
them 10 years from now in some far away city?  Every boy remembers his
first time, you know.  Is this how you want boys to remember you?" she
asked.

   She was right, of course.  There would be consequences to my behavior
that I couldn't run away from.  I just couldn't find the right words to
tell her that was part of the excitement.  No matter how things turned out,
I would always remember this part of my life, for better or worse. 
Incredibly, she seemed to understand.

   "Well, you're an adult, at least technically.  You can make your own
decisions.  I'm sure you're expecting me to try and talk you out of all of
this but I'm not going to.  Quite frankly, I'm enjoying watching you do
this to yourself.  And since you're doing this voluntarily and of your own
free will, I think you should go for it.  In fact, I'd love to play with
you myself.  School ends next Wednesday.  Once you're no longer my student,
I'm legally free to play with you.  If you're really enjoying all this
humiliation, we should get together," she said.

   I was taken aback by her invitation.  I found myself getting horny at
the thought of allowing Mrs.  Harris to push me around the way Julie was
pushing me around.  I didn't answer her, but the way I was squirming in my
seat told her I was interested.

   "I don't need an answer now.  Besides, we still have 4 more gym classes
before you graduate, assuming you don't get caught and thrown out of
school. I'm sure I can make gym class a little embarrassing for you," she
said with a laugh.  I blushed but didn't answer her.

   "Well, since you're not complaining about the idea, I'll take that as a
'yes'," she laughed.

   "Mrs.  Harris, I just want to thank you for being so cool about this.  I
know I'm being stupid but I really can't help myself," I said.

   "It's OK.  There is a lot more for us to talk about.  Do you have to be
anywhere?" she asked.

   I called Julie and let her know about my date for the evening.  She told
me to be at her house at 6:00 to fill her in on my day and to get ready for
my date.  I told Mrs.  Harris I had about 3 hours before I had to be
anywhere.

   "Excellent.  We can have a long chat, then," she said.  "I'll get us
some cokes."

   Mrs.  Harris was all smiles when she returned with the cokes.  She
wanted to know all the details of my game with Julie.  I learned that she
got really excited about public embarrassment and humiliation, too.  She
told me she especially liked the requirement to keep my legs apart and
commented on how humiliating it must be.  She enjoyed playing games like
this with her husband and told me she was looking forward to subjecting me
to it soon.  She questioned me a lot about being fully nude in public.  Her
questions were making me squirm in my seat.  I decided that I must have
some sort of mental illness to get excited by this stuff.

   Mrs.  Harris told me she wanted to have a chat with me every day after
school and instructed me to get permission from Julie.  I hadn't told her
Julie's name but she knew I was being controlled by another student.  She
was very interested in what outfits I would be sent to school in.  She said
she wanted to see what I was wearing every day but if I wanted to, I could
strip naked for our chats.  I wondered why she thought I would want to
strip naked to talk with her.  Strangely, I couldn't stop thinking about
the idea, though.

   I went home after talking with Mrs.  Harris.  I still had a couple hours
before I was due over at Julie's house.  I wasn't sure what to do with my
clothes.  I couldn't come and go from my house wearing the clothes Julie
insisted on.  I had left the outfit I wore out of the house that morning in
Julie's back yard.  In all the excitement of getting dressed like a whore
for school I didn't even think about my other clothes.  I was hoping
Estelle had picked them up.  Fortunately, Mom got stuck at work late that
day and I was able to run across the back yard in my slut attire.  I didn't
see my regular clothes as I approached the back door.

   One of the things I really hated about having Julie humiliate me was all
the stupid rules she made up for me to follow.  She would make things up on
a whim, with very little thought, and I would have to memorize them and
follow them.  She started this with my 'date' rules like initiating the
first kiss early in the date, always rubbing the guys penis during a kiss,
and spreading my legs every time a guy got his hand near them.  I was just
about to be given yet another pointless, annoying rule.

   Julie answered the door but didn't let me in.  "Hi, bimbo.  Why did you
come to the back door?" The real answer is I didn't want to be seen in
front of the house in my bimbo attire.  My mom could drive by at any
minute. I told her it was just quicker for me to cut across the yards.

   "Well, if that's what you want, ok.  Take your clothes off," she said
with a grin.

   "Out here?" I asked.

   "Yep.  You should use the front door when you're dressed.  The back door
is for when you're naked.  When you come in the back door, you have get
naked to come in and stay naked while you're here.  If you come in the
front door, I might or might not tell you to strip, but at least you have a
chance of keeping your clothes on," she explained.  I could tell she was
making this up as she went along.  I figured she was going to make me strip
anyway, so I peeled off my clothes in the back yard and went in the house.

   "Estelle, we have company!  The bimbo is here," Julie yelled.

   "Um, Julie, is your mom home?" I asked, suddenly in a bit of a panic
about being naked.

   "Yup, she is," Julie laughed.  "You really should have used the front
door, bimbo.  Oh well, it can't be helped now, can it?"

   "What if she sees me?" I asked, starting to panic.

   "Oh, she will see you.  If not today, then soon.  I haven't decided
exactly how we'll explain you to her yet, but we'll have to tell her
something.  I've already told her what a big slut you are and how you're
having your dates pick you up here so your mom won't know how slutty you
dress." Julie said.

   I was stunned to learn that Julie's mother knew.  I don't know why I was
surprised.  Julie had told me repeatedly that she was going to embarrass me
in front of everyone.  I just didn't figure her mom would be included.  I
was terrified she was going to walk in and see me naked.  I had no idea how
I'd explain that.  I also hoped she wouldn't mention anything to my mom
about my behavior.

   "So, who's the lucky guy tonight?" Julie asked.

   "It's Bob Olsen." I had seen the guy around school and knew his name but
had never talked to him before.  It was clear that he had asked me out
because of the way I was dressed.  Oh, and the way I rubbed his penis when
he kissed me in the hallway.

   "And does this Bob Olsen know he's getting laid tonight?" Julie asked.

   I blushed.  I told Julie that I honestly didn't know what I had said to
him but I was sure I had implied that he would get lucky.  She frowned and
reminded me that I was required to tell everyone that asked me for a date
that I was a sure thing.

   "Um, Julie, can we tone this down a little?  I'm not complaining and I'm
doing everything you tell me to do.  I will let this guy screw me tonight.
I just want to know if we can back off a little.  Everything you do is so
extremely humiliating for me.  Can we just back off a little?  Maybe make
the skirts a little bit longer and maybe a little less public cock rubbing?
Please?" I knew this was hopeless but I felt I needed to try.

   "We're just getting started, bimbo.  In fact, I'll make a wager with
you. I'll bet that by this time tomorrow you will be begging me to have all
your little skirts shortened another inch," she laughed.

   The little plaid skirts she had me in were already too short to cover my
ass.  If they were shortened an inch they wouldn't cover me completely in
front, either.  There was absolutely no way I would beg for that.  "So,
what do I get if I win this bet?" I asked.

   "If you win, your skirts don't get any shorter.  If you lose, they all
lose an inch," Julie answered.  "And, you don't even need to bet.  I've
decided already.  Let's not talk about it any more until you see what
you're wearing to school tomorrow.  After school we'll talk about whether
you want your skirts shortened,' she said.

   I was curious about what she had planned but figured I couldn't go to
school in much less than I had on today.  I was more worried about what I
would be wearing for my date tonight and I asked about it.

   "Well, when Prince Charming arrives you won't be wearing anything at
all. You remember coming in the back door, right?  And you know that if you
come in the back door you have to stay naked the whole time you're here. 
When it's time to leave you can get dressed in the yard.  It won't take you
long." Both Julie and Estelle laughed at me.

   "Now, when your date gets here tonight you're going to tell him that
since it's a school night you need to be home early.  You're going to
suggest that you skip all the normal date stuff and get right to the sex
part.  If he was hoping to take you out someplace and show you off, make
another date for the weekend and tell him you'll dress up really sexy for
him then.  Since you'll be naked while you tell him this, I don't think
he'll object.  I want you back here by 9:00," she instructed.

   I have to admit I enjoyed the whole idea of being a cheap date but this
was a bit over the top.  This wasn't even going to be a date.  It was just
sex.  I went along with it because there wasn't anything else to do.  Bob
was shocked when I met him at the door naked and brought him into the
living room.  Julie and Estelle looked on in amusement as I explained that
I just wanted sex and needed to be home early.  Naturally, he agreed with
the plan.  I think he would have done me right there if I suggested it. 
Julie gave me a white T-shirt to wear on my date.  The T-shirt only came
down to the top of my hips.  I waited for the rest of my outfit but that
was all there was.  Julie actually wanted me to go on this date bottomless.

   "The T-shirt is just so you can ride in the car without everyone knowing
you're naked.  You should be thanking me.  I bet it's hard to get undressed
in the back seat of a car so I'm saving you the trouble," she laughed.

   My date drove me to an industrial park.  We got in the back seat.  I let
him grope me for a while, I sucked on his cock, and then he entered me.  He
came quickly.  I didn't cum at all.  Since losing my virginity I had not
done it anywhere but the back seat of a car.  He had me back at Julie's
house at 8:30.  I didn't want to have to remain naked all night so I went
to the front door.  It was nerve wracking to be standing in full view of
the street waiting to be let in wearing just a short T-shirt.  In the end
it was for nothing.  Estelle let me in but made me remove the T-shirt right
away.  I told the girls about my 'date' and they laughed at me.  They were
full of mock concern that I hadn't cum on my date and soon I found myself
masturbating for the girls.  As if this wasn't embarrassing enough, the
whole thing was videotaped and I had to describe my date for the camera as
I fingered myself.  When I was through I was sent sneaking across the back
yard naked to get home.

   The next morning I woke up thinking about how my life had changed. 
Following Julie's orders was not good for my self-esteem.  I cried a little
as I remembered last evening's date.  I could no longer tell myself I
wasn't a slut and this was all acting out a fantasy.  I had often
fantasized about having a reputation for being easy and having people talk
about how easy it was to get in my pants and now it was all true.  I was
dreading the things I would hear once word got around about last night's
date.  Strictly speaking, he didn't get in my pants since I hadn't worn
any. I didn't want to admit it even to myself, but I was really turned on
by the whole idea of being a cheap slut.  I hated myself for doing what I
was doing but I knew I'd keep doing it because it made me so horny.

   I waited until Mom got in the shower and went to Julie's house nude.  I
already had three outfits there and was afraid Mom would start to notice.
How could I explain why my clothes were all next door?  I wasn't really
thinking about what horrendous outfit Julie would make me wear to school
today.  I guess I figured it couldn't be any worse than the too-short
skirts and skimpy tops.  I was really, really wrong on that score.

   As usual, both girls laughed at me as I stood naked at the back door. 
We all knew it was just a matter of time before I got caught sneaking
across the yards naked.  I knew that when I did get caught it would be
totally humiliating for me and very amusing for Julie and Estelle.

   "Hi bimbo.  I can't wait to show you today's outfit.  You're gonna hate
me!" Julie laughed.  I already hated her on some level but she was right
about me hating her for this outfit.  On the table in the kitchen I saw a
tiny pink string bikini.  It was a thong, naturally.  I have never seen
anything this small.  The front had just enough material to cover my slit
and the back had just a string.  The top was no better with just some
string and a couple triangles of flimsy cloth that barely covered my
nipples.  I couldn't believe these girls were planning to send me to school
in this thing.  And it got worse.  The rest of my outfit consisted of
thigh-high pink stockings and very high heels.  I looked like I belonged on
the set of some cheap porno movie shoot.

   "Oh my gawd!  You can't be serious!" I pleaded.  This was horrible.  I
was sure I'd get thrown out of school for sure wearing this.  And what
would people think of me when they saw it.  I voiced these concerns but
Julie was adamant that I was wearing this and nothing else.

   "I'm guessing you'll get sent home from school but you never know. 
Technically, its legal to wear this, so maybe you'll get to stay.  If you
do get sent home, just come here.  Estelle will keep you company.  As far
as what people will think of you when they see you wearing this, well,
probably they'll just think you're a crazy bimbo slut.  Since that's true,
I don't see a problem," Julie laughed.

   I seriously considered calling this whole thing off.  This was too much.
Then it hit me.  Julie wanted me to beg her to have my skirts shortened by
an inch.  After seeing my reflection in the mirror and thinking about the
humiliation of walking into school dressed like this, I was ready to beg.
And beg I did, much to the laughter of the girls.

   "Ok, sweetie, you win.  You can ask Beth to take your skirts up an inch.
If you see her in school today let her know what you need.  If you don't
see her in school, we can catch up with her at the mall this afternoon,"
Julie said.

   I wasn't thrilled with having my ridiculously short skirts made even
shorter, but anything would be better than wearing this stupid bikini to
school.  This thing would be embarrassing on a beach and totally degrading
anyplace else.

   "So, can I change into a skirt and blouse?" I asked.

   "No, silly girl, you can't.  All your skirts are an inch too long now.
Once Beth has shortened them, you can beg me to let you go back to wearing
skirts.  Until then, we'll just need to be creative.  Of course, you can
always just stay naked if you want," Julie said.  Both girls laughed at me,

   I wasn't ready to make the decision to end our game and that was the
only way I was getting out of wearing this ridiculous outfit.  "OK, fine.
I'll wear the damn bikini," I said.

   "Did you really think there was ever a choice?" Julie laughed.  "By the
way, did you notice the time?  You're all dressed for school a half-hour
early.  Do you want to know why?" I was sure I didn't want to know.

   "Its such a nice morning I thought you'd like to walk to school today,"
Julie said.  Both girls giggled at me.  I protested but it didn't matter.
They wanted me to walk to school and there wasn't any way around it.  They
just pushed me out the door to start the most humiliating day of my life.
My walk to school was terrible.  Cars were honking their horns at me,
people yelled stuff at me and I was terrified that I'd be seen by someone
who knew me and my mom.  When I got near the school it got even worse. 
There were dozens of students standing around the entrance smoking and
talking.  When I got close all conversation stopped and people stared at me
like I was some kind of freak.  I heard people talking about me and the
general consensus was that I was a whore.

   As soon as I walked into the school I saw Mrs.  Harris.  She was
grinning at me while she took in my outfit.  "You're here early.  We have
about 15 minutes before the first bell.  Can you come down to the gym for a
chat?" she asked.

   I agreed and she told me she'd meet me there after she picked up a
coffee from the cafeteria.  I remembered her offer to strip for our chats.
I found myself getting wet at the thought of stripping for her.  I decided
I couldn't do it now because it took too long to put the string bikini on.
We'd have about 10 minutes to talk and I didn't want to spend half of that
time fumbling with my bikini strings.  I waited in her office and she
arrived a couple minutes after I did.

   "My goodness, Amy, whoever is picking your outfits is certainly
creative. Are you sure you can handle this?  It must be hard to show up for
school in that," she said, pointing at my bikini.

   "It's really bad, Mrs.  Harris.  I don't know how I'm going to get
through this."

   "Well, you always have a choice.  You could go put something decent on,
you know," she pointed out.

   "No, I can't.  If I do, the game is over.  I hate dressing like this but
if I don't the girl I'm playing with will end it all.  I don't want to give
it all up," I answered.

   "Hmmm...you're certainly paying a high price for your fun, aren't you? I
have to admit I'm finding this very erotic.  I think you're in for a tough
day, though.  I hope you're ready for it.  If it gets too bad for you then
you should change.  If this mystery girl who is putting you though this
ends the game, you can always be my little toy.  I'm sure my husband would
find you as adorable as I do." I didn't respond to her offer because I
didn't know what to say.

   "I can't believe they'll let me stay in school dressed like this.  It
will be totally degrading to get asked to leave, but at least it will be
better than parading around all day in this outfit," I responded.

   "I wouldn't be so sure you'll get sent home.  Technically, you're
legally dressed.  Just barely, but you're not breaking the law.  This
school doesn't really have a dress code.  I'm sure the principal will want
to send you home but I'm not sure he can.  I'll bet he asks you to go home
but doesn't tell you to," Mrs.  Harris said.

   My heart sank.  If I was called to the office for my appearance and
still had to stay in school I'd be getting the worst of this all the way
around.  She laughed at me.

   "I have an idea.  Let's find out right now," she said.  She picked up
her phone and dialed the principal's office.  "Hi, this is Mrs.  Harris.  I
have Amy Anderson in my office.  I'm sending her up to see the principal.
Her attire is outrageous and inappropriate for school.  Yes, she'll be
right along.  Ok, thanks." She hung up the phone and smiled at me.  "Since
you like humiliation, this should be loads of fun for you," she laughed.

   I was speechless.  I thought Mrs.  Harris was my friend.  I asked her
why she turned me in.

   "Because, dear, I can tell you're getting off on this.  Your nipples are
hard as little rocks and you have a pretty big wet spot developing on your
little G-string.  It will be totally degrading to get a lecture on your
appearance while you're so obviously aroused, don't you think?  Run along.
If you don't get sent home, I'll want to see you right after school," she
said and dismissed me.

   Amy didn't see that Mrs.  Harris locked the door behind her after she
left.  Seeing what Amy was being put through had made her hot.  She was so
aroused she treated herself to a little relief right there at her desk.

   My trip to the Principal's office was excruciating.  Everyone was
staring at me and laughing and making derogatory comments.  I passed Julie
in the hallway on my way.  She was standing with a bunch of her friends and
she called everyone's attention to me.  I was mortified.  Not only was I
dressed in an obscenely revealing and ridiculous outfit, my sexual arousal
was obvious as well.  I don't know how I survived the walk to the office.
Once there, I sat with my legs tightly together and my hands folded in my
lap.  I knew this was against my rules but I just couldn't bring myself to
open my legs.  I told myself that Julie wouldn't expect me to spread my
legs here in the principal's office.  Even as I was thinking that I knew it
wasn't true.  I had an obvious wet spot on the crotch of my g-string and I
did my best to cover it.

   The conversation with the principal was totally humiliating as well.  He
asked me why I was dressed like I was.  I couldn't tell him the truth and
ended up having to lie and say I enjoyed shocking people.  He was angry and
I didn't blame him.  I certainly agreed that my outfit was inappropriate. I
had told Julie so but she didn't care.  In the end, Mrs.  Harris was
correct.  The principal couldn't send me home.  He strongly advised me to
go home on my own, though.  He even threatened to call my mom.

   "Sir, I am 18 now and my mom doesn't need to be involved in any
disciplinary actions," I said with more bravado than I felt.  "If I'm
breaking any rules, the consequences are mine, not my mothers," I said.

   "Well, you may have reached the age of adulthood but you certainly
haven't acquired the common sense of an adult.  Look at yourself.  If you
had a 15-year old son attending this school, would you want him to see a
tramp like you in his class?  You know, I saw you yesterday wearing a very
revealing outfit.  I should have spoken to you then.  Your outfit yesterday
was far more acceptable than today's outfit.  I don't like this trend at
all.  If I don't stop you now, what's next?  I don't know what kind of a
game you're playing here but we have just over a week to go in school.  Go
home.  Come back tomorrow dressed sensibly.  Let's finish the school year
without a major incident." The principal let the threat of further action
hang in the air for a few minutes.  I agreed to go home.

   I left school and silently cursed Julie for making me walk to school
today.  Naturally, I would have to walk all the way back to her house.  I
wondered if I'd get raped on the way home.  Was it even possible to rape
me? I was so horny.  I called Julie's cell phone and left her a message
explaining what had happened.  I also called Estelle and let her know I was
coming over.  She laughed and said she'd be waiting for me.

   I was annoyed by the walk home.  It was only a little over a mile but I
had on ridiculously high heels and my feet were starting to hurt.  I was
also attracting a lot of attention.  Cars were actually slowing down to
look at me.  I realized that this would be my life for the immediate
future. That realization didn't do anything for my mood.  As I approached
Julie's house I had to decide whether I was going to the front door or the
back door.  I figured it really didn't matter much.  Even if I went to the
front door, there was no guarantee I would be allowed to stay dressed and I
wasn't wearing much anyway.  Still, I thought I might be a little more
comfortable being alone with Estelle if I was wearing something.  I chose
the front door.

   You would think that after walking around school in my bikini and a long
walk on a public street that I'd be happy to be indoors with only one other
person around.  I wasn't, though.  I was intimidated by Estelle.  She
always laughed at me when I showed up at the door and she always treats me
like an air-headed bimbo.  Of course, she's never seen me when I wasn't
under Julie's control, so I guess it's reasonable that she treat me like a
bimbo.  True to form, she laughed at me when she opened the door.  She
didn't let me in, though.  She showed me a text message on her phone.  It
was from Julie and it said I was expected to obey Estelle completely.  I
got a little nervous when I read this, and with good cause.

   "Hi Bimbo!  I really figured you would go to the back door today.  You
must really love your bikini to walk right up to the front door in it!"
Estelle said.  I suddenly felt stupid.  I had walked right down the main
street from school and it never once occurred to me to try and be less
exposed.  I could have slipped through back yards or something instead of
just brazenly walking down the street.  I couldn't answer her because I
couldn't think of a single thing to say.  She just laughed some more.

   "I hope you didn't think you were going to stay dressed today, sweetie.
That tacky bikini has to go.  Take it off right now," she giggled.  I was
shocked.  I was still outside in front of her house.  She was standing in
the open doorway and it was plain that I wasn't getting in with the bikini
on.  I looked around nervously and untied the bikini top, placing it in her
outstretched hand.  I started to untie the bottom but she stopped me.

   "You know, I just got a great idea!  Don't untie that.  Just slip it
down to your ankles," she said.  I was extremely nervous but I was willing
to do whatever she said to get inside the house.  Standing out front in
nothing but thigh-high stockings, heels and a bikini bottom wrapped around
my ankles was making me frantic.  There were probably people watching me
from neighboring houses right now!

   She handed me the bikini top with a chuckle.  "I want you to put this in
the mailbox for me, sweetie." The mailbox was at the end of the driveway.
She expected me to walk all the way out to the street nude.  Worse, the
bikini bottoms around my ankle hobbled me and I could only take small
steps. It seemed to take forever to get to the mailbox and back.  I was
terrified that a car would come by.  Mercifully, there were no cars and I
found myself once again standing in front of Estelle at the door,
effectively nude.

   "Ok, sweetie, let's have the rest of your bikini now.  This is going
into the mailbox, too.  Don't go just yet, though.  Wait here." She went
into the house and returned a minute later with a boom box and the video
camera.

   "Now, bimbo, you're going to take the same tiny steps to and from the
mailbox like your last trip.  Put the rest of your bikini in the box and
slowly walk back here.  When you come back I want to see some really
raunchy dirty dancing.  I think three songs will be good.  Oh, and if I
decide that you walked to fast, I'll keep you out here dancing for three
whole CDs." She turned the boom box on loud.  I was sure this would cause
the neighbors to look out their windows.  I learned later that it did and a
few of the neighbors watched this humiliating show.  I shuffled out to the
mailbox and back nude and began dancing the three songs Estelle demanded.
My luck had run out and a few cars had driven past while I danced nude for
Estelle in the front of the house.

   As the second song was beginning a UPS van pulled into the driveway. 
Estelle snarled at me to keep dancing.  The driver got out and was staring
at me.  He gave Estelle a package and the two of them watched me dance. 
The talked but I couldn't hear what they were saying.  As the third
humiliating song started the driver started photographing me with his cell
phone.  I was mortified but I kept dancing.  I was also very aroused at the
humiliating treatment and hoped it wouldn't be noticed.  Finally, the third
song ended and Estelle let me go in the house.  She followed me in and so
did the driver.

   "Bimbo, this is Ted.  Ted, this is Bimbo." Estelle made the
introductions.  I awkwardly acknowledged Ted.  I was so humiliated I wanted
to run and hide.  "Ted got a little aroused by your shameless display in
the front yard and now you have to take care of the problem for him.  He's
very busy so you need to get him off as quickly as you can.  If this takes
longer than 5 minutes we'll go next door and you'll spend the rest of the
day dancing on your front lawn.  Move!" I knew she would carry out her
threat if I gave her a reason so I forgot my pride and quickly knelt in
front of him and began sucking his penis for all I was worth.  I didn't
know exactly how long it took until later that afternoon when Estelle was
playing the video tape for Julie.  I managed to get him off quickly enough
but came within seconds of having to dance nude on my front lawn.

   After Ted left I learned that it was only 10:00 in the morning.  Julie
wouldn't be home until 3:00 or so and I had 5 more hours at the mercy of
this sadist.  By lunch time I had given head to a woman for the first time
in my life and done two loads of laundry.  After I made lunch for Estelle
and cleaned up afterwards, she decided she wanted a nap.  She also decided
I needed a job to do to keep me busy and out of trouble.  She gathered up a
scrub brush and a bucket and some detergent.  She took me out to the
garage. It was huge, with room for three cars.  She informed me that she
wanted the floors to shine and I wasn't to get off my hands and knees until
it was done.  She told me to take off my heels and stockings while she
rummaged around on a shelf.  Soon I was kneeling on the filthy concrete
floor, nude, bucket and sponge at the ready.  She was holding something
behind her back.

   "This is a big job and you may need a little motivation, so here's the
plan.  If you're not done when Julie comes home I'm going to open up all
three of these doors and let the whole neighborhood see you work." My face
dropped as I contemplated how much work it would be to clean this dirty
garage floor.  I should have just said, 'Yes, Ma'am' and started working
but I stupidly asked if I could at least sweep the place up before
scrubbing the floor.

   She laughed hysterically.  "What?  You mean with a broom?  No, sweetie,
you can't have a broom.  Here's what you do.  Before you get the floor wet
you crawl around and use the dry sponge to sweep up.  Then, you use the
soap and water to wash the floor."

   "What time's your date tonight, sweetie?" she asked me.  I told her it
was at 7:00.  "Well, if you're going to finish up here and make yourself
presentable by 7:00, you better work fast.  Have a nice afternoon, cunt,"
she said.  She was laughing as she left.

   My knees ached horribly after just a few minutes.  Before an hour had
passed I began wondering if I would ever be able to walk again.  I was a
mess and it was very slow work cleaning this garage.  I had managed to get
the whole floor swept but was no more than a quarter of the way through
washing it when Julie came home from school.  I had been at this for 5
hours!

   "Oh!  This is priceless!" I heard Julie comment on my situation and saw
flashes from her camera going off.  I heard laughter.  Too much laughter.
Julie had come home but she wasn't alone!

   Estelle was quite proud of the humiliating task she set for me.  Julie
was impressed and commented on it.  There were two other girls with Julie.
They were friends of mine, but I hadn't seen them since Julie took control
of my life.  Their laughter hurt me but I don't think they noticed.

   "I told her to be finished before you came home or I was going to open
up the doors and let the world see what she was doing," Estelle laughed.

   "Oh!  That would be fun!  And, it might make her work a little faster."
Julie was laughing as she pushed the buttons opening all three garage
doors. I was completely exposed to the neighborhood.  The wind blew and a
bunch of leaves blew in to the garage, covering up the floor I had worked
so hard to clean on my hands and knees.

   "Well, this isn't going to work and I have other stuff for the slut to
be doing, anyway.  We'll have her clean the garage some other time," Julie
announced.  I was allowed to stand, which was very painful at first.  After
a little walking, though, I was pretty sure there was no permanent damage
to my knees.

   "So, what do you think?  She's come a long way, hasn't she?  It was just
about a week ago that she was flashing her pussy for cokes at the deli,"
Julie said.  My former friends agreed and laughed.

   Cindy and Cheryl were part of our group of friends.  They had been at
the deli when I flashed for Cokes and also attended the little party Julie
threw that I attended nude.  We weren't all that close but it still was
totally humiliating for them to see me nude and cleaning Julie's garage
floor.  They were full of questions about my transformation and Julie was
answering them in embarrassing detail.

   "Yeah, she's a total slut.  When we started our little game she was a
virgin and hadn't even given head.  She had stripped for a boyfriend and
given him a couple hand jobs.  I told her she would have to go as far on
every date as she had with him.  I thought it would be a riot to watch her
earn a reputation for giving naked hand jobs on first dates," Julie
explained and everyone laughed.  "But, on her very next date she went all
the way in the back seat of the car.  Some geek took her to McDonalds and
then right to an office parking lot where he screwed her.  Get this!  The
geek was a virgin, too.  So, the geek spends 4 bucks on her and gets laid.
She got a burger and fries, lost her virginity in a car, and was home by
9:00." Everyone laughed hysterically and I felt like crying.  Julie's tale
was fairly accurate but the way she told it made me sound so cheap.

   "So now she has to go all the way on every date.  It's only been a week.
She's been on a couple more dates and she makes it real clear when she
accepts the date that she's going to put out.  Already the boys have
figured out that they don't need to blow money on dinners or movie tickets
to get her legs apart.  She's half naked when she gets picked up and what
little she wears is piled on the floor inside of an hour," Julie continued
as everyone laughed.  "So far, her dates are nothing more than stripping
and hopping into the back seat for some cock."

   Again, everything Julie was saying was technically true but it wasn't
the whole story.  She was really making me look bad and everyone was
laughing at me.  I spoke up to try and defend myself and the results were
disastrous.  Looking back, I wondered why I expected anything different. 
After all, Julie was intentionally humiliating me because I asked her to.

   "Sweetie, this is a conversation for intelligent people.  We're using
words too hard for bimbos to understand.  Tell you what...why don't you go
sit in that chair over there and play with your bimbo puss while we girls
talk, ok?" Julie grinned at me.  I was shocked and couldn't move for a few
moments.  This couldn't be happening.  She couldn't really expect me to
just go sit down and masturbate right in front of everyone.  I hesitated.

   "Um, will you girls excuse us for a minute?  I keep forgetting I have to
use simple words when I talk to Amy." Julie grabbed me by the ear lobe and
pulled me aside, just out of earshot of my other friends and Estelle.  She
had been all smiles and laughter but she suddenly looked very angry.

   "Listen up you little whore!  You asked for humiliation and I'm giving
it to you.  I told you I'm not going to argue with you over every little
thing I tell you to do.  Now get your skanky ass in that chair, get your
whore legs spread as far as you can get them and show everyone how you love
to play with yourself.  I want you to get yourself off as fast as you can
and as often as you can.  I want you to announce every orgasm as loudly as
you can.  You better look like you're enjoying yourself, too.  Don't stop
till I tell you to and if you're not convincing everyone that you love this
you'll still be in that chair fingering yourself when your date gets here.
Now, not another word out of you.  Get moving." Julie growled her
instructions and left me no choice but to comply.  I tried to smile but I
wanted to cry.  This was totally degrading.  I was shaking as I walked
towards the chair.  Every eye in the room was on me.

   "Bimbos!  You have to spell everything out for them," Julie said with an
exasperated sigh.  Everyone was laughing at her comment and at me.  I don't
think Cindy and Cheryl actually believed I was going to masturbate right
here in front of everyone.  I was having trouble believing it myself.  I
sat in the chair and spread my legs, looping them over the armrests.  I'm
sure the view I was presenting was obscene.  I started fingering myself and
rubbing my clit.  I closed my eyes, not able to bear seeing my friends
watch me degrade myself this way.

   "Oh my gawd!  She's doing it.  Look at her!" Cindy yelled.

   "I can't believe what I'm seeing," Cheryl agreed.  Their laughter was
cutting me like a knife.

   "How in the world did you get her to do that right here in front of us?"
Cindy asked.

   "She loves playing with herself.  I have to watch her every minute.  She
doesn't care where she is.  When the mood strikes her she just starts
jilling off.  And the mood strikes her a lot," Julie laughed.

   I was totally aroused by all of the humiliation I was enduring and was
ready to orgasm very quickly.  I tried to hold out for a while because I
was dreading having to announce my orgasm.  I knew this would bring
everyone's attention back to me.  It was a hopeless cause, though, and soon
I was yelling at the top of my lungs, announcing to everyone that I was
having an orgasm.  I opened my eyes and saw that everyone was staring at me
like an animal in the zoo.  Estelle had the damn camera out and was taking
picture after picture.  Cheryl and Cindy were photographing me with their
cell phones.  I also saw the red light on the video camera.  They were
taping my total humiliation.  And I knew it was going to get worse.  Once I
have an orgasm the next ones follow quickly.  I knew I would be repeating
my humiliating yell announcing my orgasm every minute or two until Julie
told me to stop.

   I figured Julie would make me have 4 or 5 orgasms at a minimum.  I hoped
it wouldn't be much more than that but Julie is a bitch and I didn't really
know how long she was planning on making me do this.  The 4 or 5 orgasms I
expected turned into 20 with no sign Julie was getting bored with my
performance.  I was covered with sweat, getting exhausted and my throat was
getting scratchy from announcing orgasms at full volume.  Ultimately, my
clit became desensitized from all the stimulation.  I was miserable but at
least my orgasms were no longer a minute apart.  The girls were pretty much
ignoring me at this point but Julie gave me no sign to stop so I kept
plugging away.

   And that's the position I was in when the doorbell rang.  My heart raced
at the thought of yet another person witnessing my total degradation.  Beth
walked in carrying two red plaid skirts.  My newly shortened red plaid
skirts that were now a full inch shorter than the already obscene length
they started at.  She didn't seem surprised to see me humiliating myself as
I was.  She did take a minute to check me out and laugh at me.  I tried
desperately to avoid having an orgasm as she stared at me and chuckled but
I couldn't and soon I was embarrassing myself at the top of my lungs again.
Beth just shook her head and turned away from me to talk with Julie and the
other girls.

   I was Beth holding up the skirts and everyone laughed and looked over at
me.  I know they were all laughing at me, knowing that I would be wearing
the tiny skirts with no underwear.  Julie walked over to me.  I momentarily
stopped playing with myself, expectantly waiting for her to tell me I could
stop.

   "Having fun, Bimbo?  No, don't stop.  We're going upstairs to have a
look at some of your pictures.  Make sure you yell really loud so we can
hear when you cum, OK?  I know this is getting a little rough for you but
just think about how good it is for your reputation.  I'll come let you
know when you can stop," Julie said.  She patted me on the head like a dog
and walked away laughing.  I felt really stupid masturbating in front of
everyone but felt even more stupid for continuing after everyone had left.
Of course, the video camera was still running.  I kept having orgasms but
they definitely weren't enjoyable.  I really wanted to stop but I didn't.
Eventually Julie came down and told me I was done.  She told me to take a
shower and reminded me that my date would be coming over in about 2 hours.
I had been fingering myself for an hour and the last thing I wanted to do
was have sex.  I knew, though, that my date was expecting to get laid and I
would be accommodating him.

   After I finished showering and putting on makeup I went downstairs to
find Julie.  Cindy and Cheryl had left, Beth was still there with Julie. 
Estelle was there, too.  Despite being naked around these girls as much as
I had, it still felt very awkward to be naked while they all were clothed.
Julie used my nudity to constantly remind me of my unequal status.  I was
no longer one of the gang, I was just a bimbo, not even entitled to wear
clothes most of the time.

   They had me try on the newly shortened skirt.  Everyone in the room
laughed as my worst fears were realized.  The little plaid skirt was now so
short it didn't fully cover my pussy.  It left nearly half of my ass
uncovered as well.  It was obscene.  There was much discussion about the
length of the skirt.  Estelle was my unlikely ally, commenting that it was
too short to wear outside.  Julie overruled her, though.  Her logic was
that it did, in fact, cover me.  She pointed out that someone standing in
front of me and looking down could not see my pussy lips.  She acknowledged
that if I walked by anyone who was sitting, they'd see my pussy but decided
I could control that exposure simply by not walking by anyone who was
seated.  Besides, she said, who cares if people see her twat, anyway?  I
was mortified but I knew Julie was dead serious about me wearing this skirt
in public.  I didn't dare complain for fear that she'd order another inch
cut off of it.  All three girls took my lack of complaining as agreement
that the length was fine.

   Since the obscenely short skirt was a pleated, red plaid skirt, I was
sent to put my hair in pigtails.  As I was leaving I heard Bet say, "Wait
till you see the little blouse I found for her," and I heard the girls
laughing.  When I came back with my hair in pigtails like a little girl I
was given a sheer white blouse to put on.  The first thing I noticed was it
was way too small for me.  The second thing I noticed was that all the
buttons had been pulled off of it.  I struggled into it while the girls
laughed at me.  It didn't come close to closing and left a wide patch of
bare chest on display.  I pulled it as tight as I could so I could get the
tails tied together.  The blouse was so small I could barely tie a single
knot and I knew the knot I managed to make was not secure.  I looked in the
mirror while the girls laughed at me and discovered that I was effectively
topless.  The blouse was so sheer that you could see the freckles on my
tits 10 feet away.

   "That's about as close as you can get to being naked with a skirt and
blouse on," Beth laughed.

   "Oh, I think there are still things we can do with that skirt," Julie
laughed.

   "Like what?  She's already got a quarter of her pussy and half of her
ass hanging out now?  What more can you do to her?" Estelle asked.

   "Eventually her skirts aren't going to cover anything.  She can't go
around naked without getting arrested, but I think she'd look covered from
a distance with a skirt on, even if the hem didn't quite make it down to
her pussy.  Soon I'll have her in outfits that make her look dressed from a
distance but clearly leave her naked for everyone up close to see.  For
now, though, we can easily make it a little more entertaining," Julie
laughed.  The other girls laughed.  Everyone was laughing but me.

   "Sweetie," Julie said, looking at me.  I was nervous with anticipation.
I knew this wasn't going to be good.  "I want you to stand with your feet
about shoulder width apart and rest your hands on your thighs, please," she
said.  I warily did as I was told.  The room got quiet and all eyes were on
me,

   "Very good.  Now, grab the hem of your skirt with each hand," she
ordered and winked at the other girls.  I complied with her instruction.

   "Very good, sweetie.  See this isn't so bad.  Now, lift up.  Come on,
up, up, up.  All the way, as far as it will go," she said.  The girls burst
out laughing.  I was now holding my skirt up above my waist.  I am sure I
was blushing brightly.  This was even worse than being naked.  Not only was
I exposed, I looked and felt stupid.  I realized that Julie had me spread
my feet apart for a reason.  Where I had grabbed the hem of my skirt caused
every bit of me below the waist to be exposed.  Estelle stopped laughing
for a few minutes and took pictures of me.

   "Um, how long to I have to hold my skirt up like this, Julie?" I asked.
Asking the question just confirmed that I was a bimbo.  What girl in her
right mind would let someone make her do this?

   "Well, at least until you and your date head out," Julie said, laughing.

   I was mortified.  I was already embarrassed at the horribly revealing
outfit Beth and Julie put together for my date.  I couldn't imagine
standing here, holding my skirt up like this when he came to get me.

   "Now, sweetie, I want you to remember just how you're holding that
skirt. Whenever I tell you to lift your skirt, this is what I want.  You'll
be doing this a lot from now on.  Get a nice wide grip so we can see
everything.  Got it?" Julie asked.  I nodded that I got it.  I wondered
exactly where she would make me do this and decided I didn't want to know.
She had succeeded in getting me to think about something other than how
short the skirt was, though.  I had another hour before William, my date
for the evening arrived.

   The girls sat in the living room chatting.  The made me stand in front
of them.  Naturally, they kept me holding my damn skirt up the entire time.
They talked about my last couple dates and all had a nice laugh about how I
went from virgin to total slut and the only place I've had sex is in the
back seat of a car.  They all agreed that it was appropriate for me.

   Julie decided to go over my 'date rules' with me again.  All of the
rules from my last date were still in force, of course.  She added a new
one, too.  Whenever I kissed a boy I had to fondle his penis outside of his
pants.  Now, after each kiss I had to keep fondling him while I said, "I
can't wait to feel this inside of me." I knew Julie wanted me to make it
obvious that I was easy, but this was such a humiliating way to do it.  At
least I only had to do this while I was on dates.  I figured Julie would
make me wear that 'Kiss Me' T-shirt to school again and I really didn't
want to be telling every random guy that took advantage that I couldn't
wait to screw him.

   Julie also said she had been easy on me and let my last two dates take
me right to the sex part.  She told me she didn't pick out sexy clothes for
me just to wear in the car.  She wanted me out, showing off my revealing
clothes.  She pointed out that my date already knew I was a slut and my
outfits were designed to show the rest of the world that I was a slut.  She
had suggested bowling for my first date and now instructed me to tell every
guy I dated that I wanted to go bowling.  She was determined to get me in a
bowling alley in my tiny skirt.  The girls talked about how much I'd be
showing if I tried to bowl in my date outfit and they all laughed at me.  I
was visibly wet from the discussion, which made them laugh even harder.

   "If this guy you're dating tonight just wants to fuck you, then you will
give him what he wants and get your slutty ass back here early and Estelle
and I will take you out," Julie said.

   "How do I know what he wants to do?  Maybe my outfit is too revealing
and he won't want to be seen in public with me.  These clothes don't cover
anything!" I shot back at her with way too much attitude.

   "Well, if your date is just going to be a trip to his back seat, I don't
want your nice date outfit getting all wrinkled on the floor of the car. 
So, if he's too embarrassed to take you out to eat or to the mall or
bowling alley, you can go dressed for the back seat," Julie said with a
laugh.

   "Wh-what do you mean by 'dressed for the back seat?' I asked.  The
humiliation of going out on a date bottomless last night was still fresh in
my mind and I did not want to repeat that experience.

   "Gawd, you really are stupid, aren't you?" Julie said, her words cutting
me like a knife.  "Let me spell it out for you, bimbo.  If you're not
planning anything other than jumping in this boy's back seat and spreading
your legs for him, you're not wearing anything.  Not a stitch.  Nothing at
all."

   "You can't expect me to go out on a date naked?" I asked, unable to
believe what I was hearing.

   "Why not, bimbo?  Too embarrassing for you?" Julie taunted me. 
"Besides, I already said you could wear clothes if you were going out on a
date.  If you're just gonna screw him, you're gonna be naked most of the
time, anyway.  I don't see the point in dressing just to go out to the car
and get undressed again.  Either way, I've made my decision and I'm not
changing my mind."

   Estelle and Beth were giggling softly throughout this entire
conversation.  When I didn't respond to Julie's last point and it was clear
that I would go out naked and screw my date, they erupted in laughter. 
Looking back, I can't say I blame them.  This situation was absurd.  I had
just agreed to go out on a first date with a boy naked.

   "You know, we probably shouldn't call this her 'date outfit' since
she'll be dressed like this in school tomorrow, too," Julie said to Beth
and Estelle as she laughed.

   "You're making her wear that to school tomorrow?" Beth asked
incredulously.

   "She's going to dress like that everywhere," Julie laughed.  "She's a
slut and it pays to advertise," she said.  The combination of thinking
about wearing this outfit to school and the girl's laughter almost made me
cum.  I started squirming.  I was terribly horny.

   William showed up right on time to pick me up.  He grinned when he saw
me holding my skirt up.  The girls all looked at me expectantly.  I knew
what I had to do even though the thought of it was totally degrading.  I
walked right up to him, still holding my skirt up high.  I put an arm
around his neck and kissed him deeply.  With my other hand I fondled his
penis through his pants.  I could feel him get an erection as he held the
kiss for several minutes.  I thought he was going to kiss me all night but
he broke it off.  I kept fondling his penis for a few more seconds while I
totally humiliated myself.

   "I can't wait to feel this inside of me, William," I said, feeling every
bit the trashy slut Julie wanted me to become.  As I stepped back I saw
Julie glaring at me.  I knew what she wanted and hoisted my skirt back up
over my waist, thinking I might drown in the waves of humiliation crashing
over me.

   There was an awkward moment of silence before the girls started laughing
at me and congratulating my date on finding such a willing piece of pussy
to screw.  Estelle wanted pictures and I posed with my date like it was
prom night except for the fact that I wasn't in a prom gown, I was in a
hooker outfit with my skirt held up, showing my pussy.

   "So, what do you want to do tonight?" I asked, not sure what answer I
was hoping for.

   "Well, it's pretty clear what's on your mind.  You said you couldn't
wait to feel me inside you.  You don't have to wait.  We could go up to a
bedroom right now if you want to," William answered, staring at my crotch.

   "I don't think so.  You're not screwing this whore in my house," Julie
answered.  "She's more of a back seat girl, anyhow," she laughed.  Everyone
else laughed, too.  I stood there stupidly, holding my skirt up exposing
myself while everyone laughed at me.

   "Why don't you take her bowling or something?  She loves bowling,"
Estelle added with a smirk.

   "Nah, she'd have to change her clothes to go bowling.  She's almost
naked already and she just said she doesn't want to wait to get laid.  Why
would I take her bowling?" he answered.

   "For the record, she does not have to change her clothes to go bowling
but I see your point," Julie answered with a laugh.  "She's a sure thing
and she's ready.  You could screw her and be out telling your friends about
it in an hour.  No sense spending money on her if she's already agreed to
put out."

   William laughed and he and Julie and Estelle were talking about me like
I wasn't even there.  The whole time this conversation went on I just stood
there stupidly holding my skirt up.  I had become a complete bimbo.

   "If we're doing it in the backseat we'll have to wait a bit.  It's still
light out." William turned to me.  "How about we go for a little ride first
and then we'll go parking.  It will be dark enough in an hour or so.  Sound
good?" I nodded and mumbled something about whatever he wanted being OK
with me.

   "What is it with you guys?  This slut gets all dolled up for her dates
and nobody wants to take her out," Julie said with mock exasperation. 
"She's pretty and she certainly chose her clothing to look hot for you. 
Isn't that worth a dinner or a few games of bowling?  Look how revealing
her top is.  She even had her skirt shortened especially for this date. 
Amy, drop your skirt so he can see how short it is.  And look at those
sky-scraper heels she's wearing.  She is communicating to you with these
clothes.  She's telling you you're gonna get laid.  If all you two are
gonna do is fuck, she wasted her time with the outfit.  She doesn't need
any clothes at all to go for a ride until dark and then screw you in the
back seat of the car," Julie said.  Don't you want to take her out and show
her off?"

   "Look, I only asked her out because she was rubbing my dick in school.
She promised me sex and that's what I'm here for.  I don't care about her
clothes.  I'm gonna get her out of them as quickly as I can, anyway.  I'm
not looking for a girlfriend.  I just want to get laid.  She didn't need to
go to any trouble with clothes for me," William said.  While he was talking
about me, it was clear that he was talking to Julie.  I never said a word
through this.  At least I had been allowed to let my skirt drop.  Julie
shot me a satisfied look.  She had just got my date to admit that I was
nothing more than a willing pussy for him and nothing else.

   "So, you just want her naked?  Any clothes she might have on are just
things to be taken off her later so you can get to the reason for your
date? Is that right?" Julie pressed him, her words crushing my self-esteem,

   "Yeah, that's about right.  Look, why is this any of your business
anyway?" William asked.

   "Because, I love watching guys like you treat her this way.  She likes
it, too.  She asked me to help get people to treat her like a slut.  So, go
ahead, skip all the date bullshit and screw her.  Once you've done her,
just drop her back here.  Some quick sex and date over.  I'll even help the
cause," Julie said.  She looked over at me and told me to strip.  The
humiliation was intense as I started to take my clothes off.

   "I thought you said we couldn't have sex here," William said while I was
stripping.

   "I did.  She's a back seat girl.  Since you only want her for sex, and
don't care about all the effort she put into her clothes, she'll just leave
them here.  Go, take her for a drive, screw her, and drop her off," Julie
laughed.  I was mortified.

   "Well, my car is parked in the street.  How's she gonna get to the car
with no clothes on?" William asked.  He wasn't objecting to me going on our
'date' naked.

   "Oh, she doesn't mind walking out to the street naked.  She actually
gets naked in public a lot," Julie answered.  I had finished undressing and
was now standing awkwardly waiting for this conversation to finish up. 
Estelle took some more pictures and soon I was walking out the door
completely naked for my date with William.  Julie, Beth, and Estelle all
laughed in the doorway as they watched me leave.

   My date was short and incredibly awkward and humiliating.  I didn't
attract any attention leaving the house naked but that was the only break I
got.  Once in the car William leaned into me for a kiss.  I knew my friends
were still watching from the window and the humiliation I was feeling was
electric.  I fondled his penis as my date rules required but I went even
further, a willing accomplice to my own degradation.  I splayed my legs
widely and put a foot up on the dashboard.  While this position did help me
get my pussy open and accessible to William, the real reason I did it was
because I knew the girls were still watching me.  I'm sure they all laughed
as I contorted myself like this.  I also grabbed William's hand and guided
it to my pussy.

   "I could fuck you right here," he said.

   I could feel the humiliation course through me.  I imagined him taking
me right here, in daylight, parked right on the street in front of Julie's
house, and right next door to my own house.  I was so horny.  I told him he
could fuck me here or anywhere else he wanted and I didn't care who
watched. I was shocked at the words coming out of my mouth.  I was so into
this.  The combination of William admitting he was only interested in me
for a quick lay, my totally nude exit for my date, and my requirements to
act like a wanton whore for him were really getting to me.  Knowing my
friends were watching all this and that my date was going to kick me to the
curb as soon as he screwed me was so degrading.  I saw the girls laughing
and waving from the window as William drove us away.

   The sex was disappointing.  William drove me to a cemetery and parked in
the back.  Within minutes we were in the back seat.  Foreplay consisted of
a single kiss.  I was rubbing his erect penis through his pants during the
kiss when I felt him unzipping.  Seconds later his pants were at mid-thigh
and he was climbing on top of me.  Two minutes later he was pulling his
pants back up as I felt his fluid leaking out of me.  Two minutes after
that we were back in the front seat.  He pulled the car in front of Julie's
house.  I looked at my watch and saw that my date had lasted 35 minutes. 
It wasn't even dark out and he was dropping me off.

   Julie's car was not in front of her house.  I also noticed that my Mom's
car was not in front of my house.  I dashed across the backyards and let
myself in with the key we kept under the mat.  I left a message for Julie
on her machine telling her I was home and then I masturbated.  I
masturbated a lot.  I found myself fantasizing about how I would be
ridiculed by Julie and Estelle and anyone else they chose to tell.  I
wondered if you could get any sluttier than a half-hour date.  Strangely, I
began thinking about ways to increase my humiliation while I fingered
myself.

   Julie never called me back that night.  I got up early and rummaged
through my clothes.  I had figured out that every time I wore any of my
regular clothes over to Julie's house I never got them back so I chose
clothes I was willing to lose.  I realized that sooner or later my mom
would notice that so many of my clothes were missing.  I didn't know what
I'd tell her and I was worried about it.  I started having strange thoughts
about my mom finding out about the humiliating game I was playing with
Julie.  A small, but growing part of me wanted her to find out.  I was
disgusted with myself for getting aroused by thoughts of my mother seeing
me humiliated like this but I couldn't deny that it was making me horny. 
As I stripped in Julie's back yard I even considered wearing my newest
clothes to her house from now on to make sure Mom noticed my shrinking
wardrobe.  I am one sick slut.

   Julie let me in, leaving my clothes piled in the back yard.  I was right
about never seeing them again.  She made me tell her about my date from the
night before.  Recounting the story and having Julie laugh at me while I
did it was making me horny.  I was sitting there naked, legs spread wide,
and visibly aroused when Julie's mom walked in.  I slammed my legs together
and huddled over, mortified that she had caught me so exposed.  Julie just
laughed.

   "Mom, you remember Amy from next door, right.  Amy, this is my mom.  She
knows all about you so you don't need to be shy," Julie said.  She didn't
say with words but her stern look communicated exactly what was expected of
me.  Reluctantly I sat up straight up straight and opened my legs a bit. 
Julie continued to glare at me until I spread my legs very wide.  I was
mortified.

   "My goodness, Amy, don't you find this a little embarrassing?" Mrs. 
Smythe asked me.  I was more than a little embarrassed.  I was speechless.

   "Yeah, mom, she finds it embarrassing alright.  She likes to be
embarrassed.  You should see the other stuff she does.  This is nothing,
really," Julie said with a laugh.

   "Well, I hope she doesn't sit like that everywhere she goes.  Girl,
don't you know people will think you're a slut sitting with your legs apart
like that?" Mrs.  Smythe asked me.  I just looked at her, not knowing what
to say.

   "Oh, it's OK for her to look like a slut.  She doesn't mind showing her
goodies and it works for her.  She's had a date every night this week, each
with a different boy.  She's become very popular at school.  Everyone's
talking about her."

   "I'm sure they are.  What does your mother think about this behavior?"
Mrs.  Smythe asked me.

   "She doesn't know and we can't tell her yet.  Amy has been coming over
here every morning before school to get dressed cause her mom would never
allow her to wear the clothes she wants to wear.  She has her dates pick
her up here, too.  She wears even less on her dates.  Her mom would
definitely not approve.  And we can't tell her about it yet, either. 
Promise you won't say anything to her for a while?" Julie said.

   I was very embarrassed to be sitting naked while Julie and her mom
talked about me like this.  There wasn't anything I could do about it,
though.  I realized I didn't want it to stop.

   "Well, lots of girls want to wear clothes their parent's don't approve
of.  Speaking of clothes, why isn't she wearing any?"

   "I told you, Mom, she likes to be embarrassed.  She doesn't really have
the nerve to embarrass herself, so I'm sort of helping her.  I know how
much she enjoys this so I make her strip in the backyard before she can
come in.  For a week now she's been terrified that you or Daddy were going
to catch her.  It may be hard to tell right now, but she's really enjoying
this," Julie explained.

   "Actually, it's not all that hard to tell.  You kids are crazy.  I don't
want her sitting on my furniture naked.  Either put some pants on her or
get her a towel," Mrs.  Smythe said.

   "I'll get her a towel.  Pants are out of the question.  And do me a
favor and don't tell Daddy about this.  I want him to be surprised when he
catches her naked," Julie said.

   "Your father is not home.  He's in Chicago and will be coming home
tonight.  I'm sure he'll be disappointed that he missed the show," Mrs. 
Smythe laughed.

   "Oh, he won't miss anything.  Amy knows that she has to do everything I
tell her or I'll stop helping her get the embarrassment she needs.  I
hardly ever let her wear clothes in the house and now that she's been
caught I'm going to be even more strict with her.  I'm sure she's looking
forward to getting caught naked by Daddy," Julie said.  Her mom just shook
her head and walked away.  I'm sure Julie was just trying to embarrass me
with her comment about me looking forward to having her father catch me
naked.  It was true, though, I was looking forward to it.

   I didn't have time to recover from the embarrassment of being seen by
Mrs.  Smythe when Estelle came into the room.  She smiled at me as if
sitting naked and spread was the most natural thing in the world.  "So,
what's up?"

   "Amy just met my mom," Julie giggled.

   "Like this?  You've got to be kidding me!" Estelle laughed.

   "Nope!  Just like this.  And she is OK with it.  So, from now on,
Amydoll never wears clothes in the house.  Unless she's dressing for a date
or school, she's naked.  No exceptions.  And when she does dress for school
or a date, she leaves the very second she has her clothes on.  Speaking of
clothes, lets get her dressed so she can walk to school," Julie said.

   I knew the outfit I was going to be wearing to school was obscene.  I
was horny and anxious to wear it.  I knew it would trash my reputation for
good and I was ready for it.  I was secretly glad Julie was making me walk
to school today, too.  I was pretty sure I'd get sent home from school with
my way too short skirt and sheer blouse.  I already decided when I did that
I'd walk right down the road to Julie's house and I'd strip right at her
front door before ringing the bell.  I was afraid of what Estelle might
have planned for me but whatever it was, I would face it naked anyway. 
Julie didn't disappoint and I found myself dressed like a schoolgirl whore.
After a few photographs I was sent walking towards school.

   I ended up arriving at school about 20 minutes early.  I hung around the
front door and was visible to everyone as they arrived to school.  I was
laughed at, teased, ridiculed, and hit on by a number of people.  Several
boys asked for a kiss and I gave every one of them a good one and offered
another.  I was fantasizing wildly.  I imagined a group of boys took me
right on the school steps and had their way with me.  I was imagining a
group of girls beating me up, stripping me totally naked in the process and
punching me in the tits and kicking me in the pussy over and over again.  I
imagined Julie deciding I didn't really need clothing at all and making me
go to school naked.  I should have recognized these extreme fantasies as
danger signs that I really needed some therapy but I didn't.

   I did not get thrown out of school that day.  It was a Friday and the
principal was out of town.  I was asked to leave several classes due to my
outfit.  I didn't have the nerve to spread my legs like I was supposed to
be doing whenever I was sitting.  I wanted to, but couldn't do it on my
own. I was actually frustrated that Julie didn't check up on me and enforce
her rule.  I needed a push to endure that total degradation but it never
came.  At lunch I did manage to open my legs for all to see, all though not
as far as I was supposed to open them.  I was asked on several dates but I
already had a date for that evening.  I remember thinking Julie should have
been paying more attention.  She could really made my reputation at school
simply by making me take on all of these boys under the bleachers.  I just
couldn't do it on my own.

   I also saw Ms Harris at lunch.  She told me she really wanted to talk to
me and said I should come to her office at the start of last period.  After
what seemed like forever it was time to meet Ms Harris and I went to the
gym.  I waited for the last stragglers from the earlier class to leave and
stripped, putting my clothes in a locker.  I knocked on Ms Harris' door and
she let me in, locking the door behind me.  For the first time that day, I
was able to make myself follow all my rules and I sat before Ms Harris with
my legs widely spread.

   "That was quite an outfit you wore today, Amy.  And I know I told you it
was OK for you to be naked for our little chats but I wasn't expecting the
porn-star pose.  Are you sure this isn't getting out of control?  I've been
told that you're having sex with anyone that asks and that you're even
going on dates naked.  You know you've gotten quite a reputation, young
lady," she said, but not unpleasantly.

   I confirmed everything she had heard.  I started my confession and once
I started talking I didn't stop for about 10 minutes.  I told her
everything.  I told her my situation wasn't getting out of control.  In
fact, there was so much more I wanted to do that wasn't happening.  I
confided in her, telling her about my frustrations with Julie.  I wondered
aloud why Julie had all those embarrassing pictures of me and kept them
private.  I wanted those pictures on the Internet.  I told her I was
frustrated with my dates.  Since most of my dates lasted less than an hour,
why wouldn't she make me have two or three a night.  I also confessed that
Julie was being too nice to me.  She wanted my agreement on everything. 
Why couldn't she just give me orders and be done with it?  I complained
that my public humiliation wasn't very public at all.  I went on and on and
Ms Harris just let me talk.  Finally I had let it all out and I slumped in
my chair.

   "Well, that's quite a lot to digest, Amy.  At least I know that I don't
need to worry about you.  You seem to know exactly what you're doing and
you're not being forced in any way.  You understand the consequences of
this behavior and not only do you want it to continue you want much more.
Have you talked to Julie about how you feel?" she asked.

   I was a little taken aback by the mention of Julie's name.  I hadn't
intended to reveal her identity.  I must have said her name during my
little tirade without thinking about it.  I put it out of my mind and
agreed with everything she said.

   "All right, sweetie, it's time for a little confession of my own.  I
mentioned to you last week that I sometimes play a game with my husband
that's similar to the one you're playing with Julie.  That's not quite
true. It's no game.  I'm a full time slave and he's my full time master. 
While there are many differences in how you and I live, there are some
amazing similarities.  I am not the woman you think I am.  You girls think
I'm pretty cool because I'm young and my skirts are shorter than other
teachers.  Have you ever thought it odd that a gym teacher would always
wear a miniskirt?  And while my skirts are shorter than any of the other
teachers wear, they're only for school.  Outside of school I wear much more
revealing clothes all the time."

   "Another amazing similarity is that I am also frustrated that I don't
get enough of what I need.  My husband is very strict with me and there are
some things he makes me do that I absolutely hate.  There are so many other
things he could make me do that I'd hate.  I really want to show him what
he should be making me do and you can help.  Look, I really want to play
with you.  I've asked him and he's already said OK.  It would be a little
weird for you maybe, but you'd get what you need.  If you think you could
handle a mistress who is also a submissive, we could have lots of fun. 
I'll make you do all the things I want my master to make me do so he can
see it work.  It will be like what you're doing now only more extreme and
more public." Ms Harris handed me a piece of paper with her phone number on
it.  "You can come live with us if you want.  I'll be on your case 24 hours
a day.  You would never get a break.  Isn't that what you want?"

   "I don't know, Ms Harris.  I should work things out with Julie.  She is
really good at this.  She just doesn't know I've gotten used to this level
and need more."

   "I understand, Amy.  Try to work things out with her.  You don't have to
move in with me, either.  We can make whatever arrangements you want. 
School will be out next Wednesday.  That's just 3 more schooldays.  I'm
sure you can get out on Monday if you want to.  Just wear the same outfit
you had today and tell the principal you're willing to graduate early. 
He's very worked up about your outfits, you know.  He can't legally throw
you out but he's tried everything else and every day you come in with a
more revealing outfit then you had on the day before.  I'm sure he'd
gratefully allow you to skip the last few days," Ms Harris said.

   I didn't have any pockets so I wrote her phone number on my leg.  I
agreed to talk to Julie and told her I'd call her if it didn't all work
out. She smiled at me.

   "Get your clothes but don't put them on.  Just bring them back here,"
she said.  I didn't question her.  I just did as she instructed.  When I
returned to her office she had me put on my stockings, heels, and blouse.
She was holding my skirt.

   "You said you wanted more humiliation and I want you to have a taste of
what your life would be like with me.  I'm going to give you a simple
assignment.  You may or may not like it but you have to do it to prove to
me that you meant everything you said," Ms Harris told me.  She tossed me
the skirt and instructed me to put it on.

   "Now, sweetie, in about 5 minutes the final bell will ring and the
hallways will be full of students leaving for the day.  Do you remember the
first time you and I discussed your need for humiliation?" she asked.  I
nodded.

   "Good.  Now roll that skirt just like you did that day," she said with a
smile.

   This skirt was too short to begin with.  If I rolled it over at the
waist band it would not cover much of anything.  She was right, though. 
After all the things I had said, I would have to do this to prove I was
serious.  I had a few seconds of doubt.  Was I really serious about
everything I had said?  I decided I was and I rolled the skirt.  The
obscenely short skirt was now covering just the top third of my pussy. 
Most of my ass was uncovered as well.

   "Are you going to make me walk home from school like this?" I asked.  I
was extremely aroused before this and I was getting even hotter.

   "No, I'm not," she said.  She saw the look of disappointment on my face
and laughed.

   "I will, you know.  I can do this to prove to you that I'm serious," I
said defiantly.

   "No, you won't be walking home with your skirt like that, Amy.  Do you
remember what I told you we did after the final bell at Catholic school?"
she said with a smile.

   I'm sure I was blushing like a tomato as I recalled what she had told
me. I took a deep breath and rolled the waistband over again.  The results
were dramatic.  Now, everything showed completely.  The skirt was an inch
too short to even reach my pussy.  I was effectively nude below the waist.

   "From a distance, you appear to be fully dressed and wearing a short
skirt.  Anyone within 20 feet or so of you will see everything you have. 
Come here.  We have a couple more things to do before that bell rings."

   Ms Harris took out a spool of gray thread.  She ripped off a bit and
tied it between my shoes.  "This thread won't be noticeable to anyone but I
want it to remain in place until you get home.  You'll have to take short
steps.  Go ahead and try walking," she instructed.  I looked down as I
walked and realized the thread was only about 12 inches long.  I would have
to take very short steps.  It was going to take a long time to walk home
like this.

   "Very good, Amy.  The thread will make sure you walk very slowly, giving
everyone plenty of time to check you out.  With all the people out there
carrying cell phones, pictures of this will be on the Internet before you
get home," she laughed.  I blushed even more.

   "Now, one more thing before you go.  Hands behind your back please," she
said.  She began tying my thumbs together with another piece of thread.  "I
love thread bondage.  You can easily break this thread if you need to.  In
fact, it will take some self-control not to break this thread.  I want you
to wait till you're home to break out of the thread.  In the meantime, this
will make sure you keep your hands behind your back.  We want everyone to
see your pussy, not your hands covering it up," she said.

   I felt so vulnerable.  I couldn't believe how horny I was at the thought
of walking all the way home from school like this.  Just when I thought it
couldn't get any worse, Ms Harris showed me it could.

   "Come here, Amy.  I want you to get a good look at yourself in the
mirror.  I want you to really understand what everyone is going to see,"
she said.  She guided me over to the mirror and I was stunned by my
reflection.  I was nude!  Yes, I had a skirt on but it stopped well before
it covered anything.  Yes I had a blouse on but it was see through.  And
with my hands behind my back, nothing at all was covered.  Just then the
final bell rang.

   "OK, out you go," Ms Harris said as she guided me to the door.  "I want
you to go right through the main lobby, and right out the front door.  When
you get on the street, walk facing traffic.  Don't break your threads until
you get home.  For today, you can look anywhere you want.  The next time we
do this, you'll be making eye contact and politely greeting everyone you
encounter."

   I shivered with excitement.  As soon as I was out in the hallway I
started attracting lots of attention.  I heard whooping and yelling and was
called a slut and a whore.  Most of the boys loved it and the girls mostly
made nasty comments.  And it seemed everyone had a camera phone with them.
I was a nervous wreck as I made my way out of the main school doors.  Ms
Harris had managed to expose me to more people and do more to my reputation
with this one assignment then Julie had done in almost two weeks.

   The walk back to Julie's house took 40 minutes, more than twice what it
normally took.  I made it there with both of my threads intact.  I was
hoping Julie or Estelle would be outside to see me shuffling up the
driveway.  Unfortunately, they weren't.  I broke my threads and stripped
naked right at the front door.  I didn't ring the bell until I was nude. 
Estelle let me in.  She was surprised to see me already naked.  She had me
gather up my clothes and come in.

   Julie and Estelle were both very excited and it had nothing to do with
me.  I was incredibly horny from my walk from school with my skirt so high
and now, standing here totally naked and feeling completely stupid, the two
young women were ignoring me.  After a short while Julie motioned for me to
sit.  She smirked at me as I sat with my legs spread wide.

   "You won't believe what happened!" Julie started.  "Mom called and told
me she's sending me and Estelle to Europe for 2 weeks!  I can't believe it.
We're going to visit Estelle's family.  School's out on Wednesday and we'll
be on a plane Thursday morning.  When we get back we're spending the rest
of the summer at the beach.  You're going to be on your own while we're in
Europe but when we get back we're going to have the whole summer without
parents!  Isn't that great?" she said, just bubbling with excitement.

   I didn't think it was all that great.  I was primed for some major
humiliation and I liked the idea of being with these two at the beach
without any parents to interfere with their plans for me but that was at
least two weeks away.  Julie didn't notice my lukewarm reaction to the
whole announcement.

   "We've got lots of shopping to do so we're going to get you ready for
your date and then head to the mall.  Who are you screwing tonight, bimbo?"
she asked.

   "Some guy named Ted.  He's coming here at 7:00," I answered.

   Well, tonight will be a little different.  I have too much to do to get
you all dolled up for a date today.  You're probably going naked anyway but
we'll see.  Go home and be back here at 6:00.  Come dressed for a date. 
Wear clothes your mom will approve of but try to look as sexy as you can.
Wear a nice short skirt and a blouse.  And wear underwear.  I want you
wearing a bra and panties when you come back," Julie instructed.

   I was confused about her instructions.  I hadn't worn a bra or panties
for over a week and it had been nearly as long since I wore anything Mom
would approve of.  Julie was hustling me to the back door, though so I
didn't question here.  Soon she was pushing me into her backyard and
telling me to be at the back door no later than 6:00.  I couldn't figure
out what she was up to.  She was sending me home nude and since she wanted
me at the back door when I came back, I knew whatever I wore was coming off
in her back yard.  I just shrugged and headed home.

   I had only been in the house for a few minutes before I masturbated. 
After a few orgasms I called Ms Harris.  I was scared of her but the way
she sent me home from school was so hot I knew I had to see her again.  I
told her about Julie's trip to Europe and she was very excited.  Before I
knew it I had agreed to spend those 10 days with her.  I also agreed to
call her Saturday morning.  If I were given any time to myself on Saturday
I would be spending it with Ms Harris.  She was so excited about seeing me
I was scared.  I was so horny I masturbated again.

   I showered and shaved.  I was very careful with my grooming.  Ted, my
date for the evening, was a senior and was totally cute.  I wasn't sure how
my date was going to go, but I knew he would be seeing me naked and I
wanted to look good for him.  I went through the motions of doing my hair
and makeup but I wasn't thinking about what I was doing.  I was trying to
figure out what to wear.  Tonight was different.  The past few nights I
went on my dates naked.  It was embarrassing but everyone in school seemed
to know about it and people were talking about it.  I had overheard people
passing the stories around and the humiliation was intense.  Just the
thought of everyone in school knowing that I was such a slut that I didn't
even bother with clothes on my dates had me in a frenzy all the time.  I
was masturbating every chance I got and the reputation I was getting was
the reason why.  So, on some level, I was hoping I'd be naked for my date
with Ted tonight.

   On the other hand, Julie was so pre-occupied with her upcoming trip to
Europe that she probably wasn't going to spend a lot of time humiliating me
before my date.  With the past few dates, I stood awkwardly naked while
Julie made sure my dates knew all I cared about was getting laid.  These
little pre-date chats were devastatingly degrading but I didn't think it
was going to happen tonight.  I figured Julie would want to hustle me out
of the house so she and Estelle could plan their trip.  I didn't really
need the humiliation to get aroused anyway.  I was already thinking about
spending time with Ms Harris and that had me horny enough.

   I also thought it would be fun to actually go out with Ted.  I thought
it would be nice to actually look decent and go out to dinner or a movie or
something with him.  Yes, we would end up having sex, but a little fun
before might be nice, too.  I wondered what it would be like to have a boy
actually work a little to get in my pants and wanted to find out.  A little
bit of uncertainty on his part would be nice.  It wouldn't be as degrading
as starting the date already naked with my legs splayed, just waiting for
him to pick the right moment to stick it in me, but it could be fun, too.
If there were a chance I'd actually get to go out with him, I'd like to
look nice for it.

   I also thought about having Ted undress me.  Instead of coming already
naked, it would be fun to have him strip me.  I could wear something that
would make him work a bit at it.  Maybe some tight jeans and a couple
layers of shirts over bra and panties would be fun.  I was sure I could
make him understand that he would get to screw me without showing up for
the date nude.

   The downside to this was the chance that whatever I wore would be gone.
Every time I stripped in Julie's back yard I never saw those clothes again.
I didn't know what Julie was doing with them or if she was ever planning to
give them back to me.  My wardrobe had been shrinking and I was afraid Mom
would notice.  Over the last couple of days I had been wearing old clothes
over to Julie's.  I figured I might as well wear only stuff I was willing
to lose.  Tonight was different, though.  Julie had implied that I would
get to wear clothes on my date.  I couldn't go in ripped sweats and an old
T-shirt.

   After agonizing about this for a while I decided on an outfit.  I put on
a matching bra and panty set.  It was my best underwear.  It felt a little
funny to be wearing underwear but I got used to it quickly enough.  In
fact, after just a few minutes it felt good to have underwear on.  I put on
my favorite jeans.  I almost always wore skirts, even before I started
playing with Julie but I do own a couple pairs of jeans.  The pair I chose
was very tight and I smiled imagining Ted struggling to get these off me in
the back seat of his car.  I completed the outfit with a camisole, blouse,
and sweater.  I looked hot and it was going to take a while to get me out
of all of this stuff.  I only hoped I didn't lose these clothes.  These
were my favorites.

   Julie and Estelle were in the backyard waiting for me at 6:00.  I
figured her parents weren't home since they were both drinking beer and
smoking cigarettes.

   "Wow, Amy, I've never seen you dressed like this.  I didn't even know
you owned jeans!" Julie laughed.  I felt very vulnerable with the girls
laughing at me like this.  I was more fully clothed than I had been in a
long time and I was still being laughed at.  Neither girl said anything for
a few minutes and the silence was very uncomfortable.  I was waiting for
them to tell me to strip but they both remained silent.  I knew I was going
to have to get naked but I wanted to be told.  After all the time I'd been
naked in front of these two girls you would think I'd just strip without
much thought, but it wasn't that way.  Eventually, I did strip but I hated
the fact that it was just expected and not even worth the bother to tell me
to do it.  I did it though, and soon found myself standing naked in Julie's
back yard, my clothes neatly folded on the picnic table.

   "So, were you actually thinking you were going on your date dressed like
that?" Julie asked me.  Even before she asked this question I realized I
had made a mistake with my outfit.  I had envisioned Ted struggling to get
me out of these clothes and instead, I was the one struggling to get them
off while Julie and Estelle looked on and laughed.  Worst of all, it was
immediately clear that I wouldn't be wearing these clothes on my date,
anyway.  All my planning was for nothing.

   "I was thinking more along the lines of a nice skirt and blouse,
pantyhose, underwear.  You know, like normal girls wear on a date," Julie
said.  I just stood there feeling stupid for thinking that I could make any
boy work to get my clothes off.

   "So, what are you waiting for, slut?  Go get some appropriate clothes
on," Julie ordered.  I started to reach for the pile of clothes and Julie
stopped me.  "No point in putting all that crap back on just to take it off
at your house.  Just go like you are," she ordered.

   "Julie!  My mom is home.  I can't go home naked!" I shrieked.  She was
trying to get me caught by my mom.

   "You can go home naked and you will go home naked.  If your mom is home
you'll just have to be careful.  If you weren't such a stupid twit you
wouldn't be in this position, would you?  What in the world were you
thinking putting jeans on, anyway?  What did I ever say to you that led you
to believe I would let you go on a date wearing pants?" Julie lectured me
while Estelle giggled.  Defeated, I ran across the yards nude, wondering
how I would get in the house.  There was nothing I could say to Mom if I
was caught.  Julie and Estelle were in deep conversation as I left.

   "If you're trying to confuse her, you did a great job," Estelle said. 
"She looked heart-broken that she wasn't going to wear that outfit on her
date tonight."

   "Yeah, she did look a little confused, didn't she?" Julie laughed.

   "So, what gives?  Why are you letting her wear her own clothes tonight,
anyway?  She went naked on her last few dates and she has all those
adorable little plaid skirts here.  Why are you letting her wear
mom-approved clothes tonight?" Estelle asked.

   "I'm not," Julie laughed.  "I don't care what she's wearing when she
comes back, she's taking it off.  I think she's figured out that I haven't
given any of the clothes she wears over here back to her.  What comes off
over here stays over here," Julie said with a laugh.

   "Oh, you are wicked!" Estelle agreed with a laugh.

   "When she started wearing ratty old sweats over here I knew she had it
figured out.  So, this little tease about wearing her own clothes on a date
is just to get her back to wearing the good stuff.  Not only is she losing
the clothes she likes to wear but it's only a matter of time until mummy
starts to wonder about the laundry.  Once mummy starts asking about why
there is no dirty laundry and notices her wardrobe is getting a lot smaller
there ought to be a very humiliating conversation over there, don't you
think?"

   I managed to get in the house without being caught naked by Mom.  I've
grown accustomed to walking home from Julie's house nude.  I don't even
care who sees me as long as it's not Mom.  It's hard enough to sneak in
when she's asleep.  I was lucky but I knew my luck would run out
eventually. I quickly dressed in bra, panties, pantyhose, a skirt and
blouse.  I bumped into Mom as I was leaving to go back to Julie's.  Mom
told me I looked nice.  I really hoped Julie gave these clothes back to me!

   "Great look, Amy.  You look much better now.  This is a much more
appropriate outfit for a date.  I like that skirt.  Not too long, not too
short.  Shows a lot of leg and a hint of slut without being obvious.  Nice
job, kid.  Now let's go inside," Julie said.

   My heart soared.  I knew I'd look good for Ted tonight and I'd be
dressed decently so we could actually go out someplace.  I was all smiles
as I headed for the door with the girls.  Julie stopped me at the door.

   "You know the rules, Amy.  You can't come in the back door with clothes
on.  Everything off." Julie said.

   It was already after 6:30.  It seemed stupid to take all my clothes off
now when my date would be arriving in less than a half-hour.

   "Well, I could go around to the front.  Then I could come in without
breaking any rules, right?  It's just the back door that I have to be nude
for.  Should I go around front?" I asked.

   Julie laughed.  "Yes, sweetie, you can go around front.  Boy, you seem
really excited about this.  Is this date tonight someone special?"

   "Well, he's really cute and since I'm all dressed up I'm hoping we'll
actually go someplace.  I know I have to fuck him no matter what but maybe
he'll take me to a movie or something first." I answered.  I was excited
about this.  It's hard to understand how exciting it can be to wear clothes
on a date until you've gone on a few totally naked.  I dashed around the
front of the house and was beaming with happiness when I rang the doorbell.
Julie let me in right away.

   "I have to tell you, Amy-doll, I have never seen you look this happy. 
You're radiant.  Now, your date will be here any minute so you'll have to
hurry.  Get out of those clothes, sit in that chair over there, facing the
front door, and rub out a couple orgasms for us," Julie ordered.  Just as
she said this Estelle snapped a picture of me.

   "What?  You want me to masturbate now?  But I'm all dressed for my date
and he'll be here any minute," I whined.

   "You're right, Amy, he will be here any minute and unless you want him
to see you masturbating when he comes in, you best get a move on," Julie
laughed.

   I couldn't believe she was doing this to me.  If Ted showed up on time
I'd never have time to strip, masturbate, and get dressed again.  I
hurriedly took off my clothes, much to the laughter of the two girls. 
Estelle photographed the whole thing.

   "Look at her go.  I've never seen anyone strip so fast.  I don't think
she wants ole Ted to see her fingering herself," Estelle laughed.  As she
was speaking I threw myself into the chair and began masturbating
furiously, desperate to finish quickly and have enough time to get dressed.
I was praying Ted would be late.  It would be mortifying to have him see me
like this.

   "Yeah, and who can blame her.  Can you imagine how humiliating this is
going to be for her?" Julie laughed.

   "Maybe Ted won't tell anyone about it," Estelle said and both girls
burst into hysterical laughter.

   I had cum once and was on the verge of a second orgasm when Estelle
opened the door.  She had been watching out the window and had that door
opened before Ted could even ring the bell.  He was still 5 feet from the
door when he saw me working away on my pussy with both hands, frantically
trying to make myself cum.  I wanted to crawl in a hole somewhere and hide
forever.

   "Oh my gawd!  Am I interrupting anything?" Ted asked.  He was staring at
me and grinning at me just as I reached my second orgasm.

   "Oh, you're not interrupting anything.  Amy just wanted to have a few
orgasms before her date.  She was really horny and didn't want to appear
too forward.  She should be done in about 10 minutes or so," Julie said
with a laugh.  She motioned for me to keep masturbating.

   "I've never seen anyone do this before.  This is amazing," Ted said,
still intently staring at me.

   "Most girls would be too embarrassed to let a guy see her do this, Ted.
Amy likes being embarrassed, though.  You can take pictures if you want. 
She won't mind," Julie said.

   "Really?  I can take pictures?" Ted asked, pulling his camera phone out.

   "Yep, she's fine with it.  I'm sure you've heard the stories about her,"
Julie replied.

   "Yeah, I heard she went out on a date totally naked.  I didn't believe
it.  No girl would do that!"

   "Amy does.  It wasn't one date.  She's been out with a different guy
every night this week and hasn't worn a stitch of clothes for any of those
dates."

   Ted raised his gaze from my crotch to my face.  "Is this true?" I was
too humiliated to speak and could only manage to nod.  I was totally
mortified.

   "Yeah, she's not really into the dating thing.  She just wants to get
laid.  We've had her in a couple outfits tonight but she's pretty insistent
that she wants to go naked.  She says it takes too long to get undressed in
the back seat of a car," Julie laughed.

   "Naked is cool," Ted said.

   "Ted, can I ask you something?" Julie asked.  Ted nodded.  "Look, maybe
you can help her out tonight.  She's so afraid she won't get laid that she
won't wear clothes on a date.  Guys have been screwing her and then just
dropping her off.  Her dates last about an hour.  I've tried everything I
know.  I've bought her some really, really short skirts, suggested she not
wear underwear, even helped her practice giving peeks up her skirt without
looking too much like a whore.  None of it works.  She still insists on not
wearing anything and you'll never get her to close her legs until you give
her what she wants.  Can you help convince her she doesn't have to do
this?"

   I was beside myself as I sat there masturbating, listening to Julie spin
this tale.  I was so looking forward to a real date, wearing real clothes.
Instead, I'm naked and spread again, masturbating in front of a strange boy
who is snapping picture after picture with his cell phone, and the girl who
put me in this position is talking like it's all my idea.

   "I can try.  What do I need to do?" Ted asked.

   "Well, first, you should just do her so she isn't worried about not
getting laid tonight.  She likes the back seat.  I know it's still light
out so you can pull your car into the garage and screw her.  My parents
aren't home, so you won't be disturbed.  Then, after she's gotten some
dick, we'll try to get her into some clothes.  I think we can get her into
a skirt and blouse with some heels.  She definitely won't wear underwear
and if I can talk her into a skirt it will have to be a really short one,
but at least she'll have clothes on.  Then maybe you could take her
somewhere so she can see that she can attract attention without being
naked. Can you do that?" Julie said.  She was doing a great job of acting
and Ted believed every word she said.

   "I can do that.  Where should I take her?" he asked.

   "Well, before she turned into a complete slut she always liked to go
bowling," Julie said with a smirk.  I came and came hard when I figured out
her plan.  She was determined to get me to go bowling in a tiny skirt
without panties and it looked like she had just succeeded.

   "Sure, I can do that.  I'm not much of a bowler but it sounds like fun,"
Ted said.  I came again, knowing I was finally going to have to humiliate
myself in the bowling alley.  And on a Friday night, too.  The place would
probably be packed.

   "Great!  Thanks for being a sweetheart.  Why don't you two get in the
car and I'll get the garage door opened for you." Julie looked at me and
said, "Do you think you could give that a rest long enough to get laid,
sweetie?" I groaned.  I had never been so humiliated in my entire life. 
Looking back, I realized how impressive Julie's mind was.  She had
completely misdirected me into thinking I would have a normal date and then
demolished my self-esteem.  This evening ended up leaving a lasting memory.

   "Are you sure you're OK with this?" Ted asked me.  I hated that Julie
was working me over like this in front of the only boy to date me that was
a true gentleman.  I nodded that I was OK.  "Ok, I'll get the car and meet
you in the garage," he said.

   "Oh, that would hardly seem like a date.  Amy's pretty used to leaving
the house naked.  She'll walk out to the car with you," Julie said.  She
gave me a look indicating that this wasn't something I could refuse and I
got up and walked out the front door with Ted.  I could hear Julie and
Estelle laughing as we walked down the walk.

   "She's a good friend for you.  And she's right, you know.  You're really
pretty and you don't have to do this whole naked thing to get boys to sleep
with you.  I heard people saying you were a sure thing but I didn't believe
it.  I was planning to take you to dinner and then a movie and would have
settled for a good-night kiss.  You don't need to work this hard to get me
to sleep with you.  Or any other guy for that matter.  You'll see tonight
when we go bowling, everybody is going to be interested in you," he said.

   He had no idea how interested people were going to be.  I knew exactly
how I was going to be dressed for bowling.  I don't think he realized just
yet what Julie meant by a short skirt.  This was going to be a totally
humiliating evening.  Even though I had masturbated to several orgasms I
was still incredibly horny.  As I was walking down the walk naked in broad
daylight I was thinking that I hoped this guy knew how to fuck.

   Once we got in the car he kissed me.  I rubbed his penis and told him
how I couldn't wait to get him inside of me.  He had no way of knowing this
was a rule for me and after Julie's little performance, I'm sure he
believed I meant it.  In less than a minute the car was parked in the
garage and I was in the backseat, beginning the second phase of what was
the most humiliating night of my life so far.

   While Ted wasn't a very experienced lover, he was the best I'd had in my
early days as a complete slut.  He was also much larger than any of the
boys I had been with before.  He made a quick attempt at foreplay and then
got on top of me.  He felt huge inside of me and I almost had an orgasm
before he finished.  He didn't wear a condom and pumped a huge load of cum
in me.  We sat in his car and talked for a bit afterwards and it all leaked
out of me and made a big mess in his car.

   Ted wanted to know all about my relationship with Julie and Estelle.  I
didn't tell him everything, of course, but I did confirm that I really got
off on being embarrassed, I loved being exposed, and I loved having people
think I was a cheap slut.  He asked whether I minded him showing the
pictures he took of me earlier and I told him I didn't.  He asked if he
could take more pictures and I told him he could.  He asked me if I was
excited about going bowling in a mini-skirt.  I tried to prepare him for
just how revealing my outfit would be but he didn't seem to believe me.  We
were less than an hour into the date and I had let him see me naked and
masturbating, let him take pictures of me naked, walked to his car naked in
broad daylight, screwed him, and was still sitting naked with no clothes
even in sight.  I don't know why he wouldn't believe I would also go
bowling in a short skirt without panties.  He would find out soon enough.

   After a few more minutes of conversation we found ourselves in the
living room with Julie and Estelle.  I was still naked, of course.  Julie
asked Ted if I was a good lay and they talked about me like I wasn't there.
I was so horny at this point I was in for anything.  I wasn't even offended
by these people talking about me like a piece of meat.  Estelle offered to
entertain Ted while Julie helped me get dressed for the bowling alley.  She
had her laptop computer with her, the one with about a thousand pictures of
me naked on it.  They sat down to look at my pictures while Julie took me
upstairs to get dressed.

   Julie had me sit at her makeup table.  "You need your hair in pigtails
for this outfit.  Get started on that while I get your clothes.  And when I
come back you had better be sitting correctly," she snapped.  I knew what
she meant but I acted like I didn't.  I had my legs slightly parted and
stubbornly kept them that way.  I could have just spread them like I was
supposed to but I wanted the humiliation of being ordered to do it.  Julie
did not disappoint me.  She came back to the table with my outfit and
yelled at me.  She kept saying "wider" over and over again until I was
spread open as far as I could get.  It was a little painful for my thighs.
Even in porno movies you don't often see girls with their legs this far
apart.  I was reveling in the degradation of it all.

   "This is going to be embarrassing for you tonight.  I expect your full
cooperation.  While you will be wearing clothes, they're just to keep you
from getting tossed out of the bowling alley.  Every part of you is going
to be on display tonight.  If I detect any signs of modesty from you, there
will be hell to pay," she lectured me.

   "You're going to be at the bowling alley?" I asked.  I don't know why I
was surprised by this.

   "Yep.  Estelle and I are going shopping but we'll go to the alley for a
bit first.  I don't think you'll be there long before they throw you out or
you get arrested.  And when you do get tossed out, you're going to strip
naked right there in the parking lot and give me your clothes."

   "And, I have a special surprise for you.  Check this out," she said as
she tossed me a clump of red plaid cloth.  It was a skirt.  It used to be a
pleated skirt but it had been shortened so much all the pleats were gone.
It was no more than 4 inches from waistband to hem.  I put it on while
Julie watched.  The skirt was too short to be called a skirt.  When I
tugged it up to my waist the hem landed a good inch above the top of my
pussy, exposing me completely.  Fortunately, the waist had been loosened
and I could wear it low on my hips.  Even wearing it at the widest part of
my hips, it didn't cover my pussy.  I also noticed it was a bit too loose
in the waistband.

   "So, what do you think?" Julie asked me.

   "You're kidding, right?  You can't possibly expect me to wear this in
public," I said, knowing full well that she did.

   "Yes, I do expect you to wear it in public.  This is your bowling
skirt," she laughed.  "And, you haven't seen the best part yet." She put
her fingers in the waistband and tugged, laughing as she saw how loose it
was.  "Hands on your head and walk," she commanded.  I did as instructed
and the skirt was at my ankles on the third step.  I just stood there with
the skirt pooled at my feet, feeling stupid as she laughed and laughed. 
What was wrong with me?  Why couldn't I just tell her I was not bowling in
this skirt or any other skirt, for that matter?

   I waited for her to stop laughing and then asked her if I were going to
be allowed a top with this ridiculous skirt.

   "Oh yes, we're going to make your top right now.  Just fold your little
skirt up and put it on the bed," she said.  I complied and she tossed me a
white T-shirt.  I glanced at the size and it was a mens, XXL.  I put it on
and it was huge.  It was so big it hung off one shoulder and came all the
way to my knees.  Julie flashed a pair of scissors at me and smiled.  She
pushed the scissors through the T-shirt and cut it off around my navel.

   "Julie, I can't wear this.  I'll have to bend over to bowl and my tits
are gonna show," I complained.

   "Sheesh!  I'm not even done with it yet," she laughed.  She adjusted the
shirt so it was hanging off both shoulders.  I had to keep my arms well
away from my body to keep the huge T-shirt from falling down to my waist.
She ran her hands under my shirt and started pinching my nipples.  "Don't
get excited, whore, I just need to be able to see your nips under the
shirt. Soon, my nipples were erect and Julie was back at work with the
scissors.  She cut the T-shirt so it was even with my nipples.  The bottom
of my tits were exposed.  Next, she cut a little 'V' out between my tits so
the material just hung over my boobs.  She cut slits on the sides, all the
way up to the armpits.  Finally, she cut the entire back off the T-shirt.
In addition to making me look completely topless from the back, this last
cut made it so the floppy T-shirt would have to be adjusted perfectly to
provide any cover for my tits.  In addition, any movement would expose at
least one tit.

   "This is going to be perfect!" Julie exclaimed, admiring her handiwork
with the T-Shirt.  "Now, put your little skirt on and lets see how the
whole outfit looks," she ordered.  I did as instructed.  I had clothes on
yet everything was exposed.  I cringed at how the top just fell away from
my chest as I bent over to step in the skirt.  It took a good 15 seconds to
arrange the skirt for maximum coverage, and even then I wasn't covered.  It
took just as long to arrange the top.

   "Now, make believe you're bowling," she said.  I did and the results
were disastrous.  My skirt hit the floor and the neckline of the top slid
right down to my elbows, completely revealing my tits.  I was totally
naked.

   "Perfect!" Julie exclaimed, clapping her hands.  "Now, after you've
bowled a ball, you need to count the number of pins you knocked down with
that ball.  Then, turn so your back is to the pins and multiply the number
of pins you knocked down by 17.  You'll then multiply the number of pins
still standing by 13, add the two numbers together and call out your
answer. Once you've called out your answer you can adjust your clothing. 
Got it?" she asked with a grin.

   "What?  Are you serious?  I can't do math like that in my head!  And
everyone is going to be staring at me the whole time while I'm naked? 
That's impossible.  You can't be serious!" I was stunned.  Math was never
my strong subject.  This was going to be horrible.

   "Oh yes, I can be serious.  You see, while you're doing your
calculations you're going to be standing there, facing the people in the
bowling alley, with all your girl parts on display.  You'll look completely
stupid.  Of course, if you call out the right answer, I'll know you're not
completely stupid," she laughed.  "Let's try it.  Pull your skirt up,
adjust your top, do your bowling motion and make believe you knocked over 3
pins," she ordered.  I couldn't believe I was doing this but I obeyed her.
She repeated my instructions as I went through the motions.

   It took me over a minute to figure the answer but I finally said, "132."

   "Hmmm, maybe I was wrong.  Maybe you are completely stupid.  The correct
answer is 142."

   "Why do we need to do this?  You might as well just have me bowl
completely naked and be done with it." I desperately wanted to get out of
doing this!L

   "We'll do the completely naked bowling another night.  Now, we've kept
your date waiting long enough.  Fix your clothes and lets get going," she
said and walked out of the room.  I was still covering up as good as my
outfit allowed when I heard loud laughter from downstairs.  Obviously,
Julie told them what was going on.

   I took a look at my self in a mirror before I left Julie's bedroom.  I
wanted to cry when I saw the full impact of my outfit.  Most of my tits
were on display.  Any movement at all and they both popped out.  My tiny
skirt didn't begin to cover my pussy.  For the first time I realized that
Julie had cut this skirt even higher in the back and my entire ass was
exposed.  From the back I looked like I was wearing only a red plaid belt.
I had to hold the skirt at the waist to keep it from falling off me.  I
took a deep breath and headed down stairs.

   "Holy shit!" Ted exclaimed.  "That's what you want to wear bowling?  I
don't believe this!"

   "Now Ted, I warned you that if I could get her in clothes at all they
would be revealing clothes, didn't I?  You've seen what she wears to school
and she's been naked the whole time you've been here.  Did you expect a
knee length skirt and a sweater?  She's a slut, you know." Julie was an
expert at making all this shit look like my idea.

   "There's no way they're going to let her bowl in that outfit.  She's
fucking naked!" Ted was obviously having second thoughts about this whole
bowling trip.

   "Look, her outfit isn't that bad, really," Julie said.  She tugged my
skirt low on my hips and I was almost covered below.  She arranged my top
to cover my tits.  "See?"

   "I'm not going out in public with her looking like that.  She might as
well have the word "SLUT" written on her forehead in big red letters," Ted
said.

   "Oh!  Great idea.  We'll wait till we get to the lanes to do that,
though.  I understand you not wanting to go out in public with her.  I'll
tell you what, she can bowl alone and you can come with me and Estelle and
watch.  Nobody will know you're with her.  When she gets tossed out of the
bowling alley she's going to be desperate for a ride home so you can hook
up with her then," Julie said.

   "Um, OK, but why is she going to be desperate for a ride home?" Ted
asked.

   "Oh, didn't I mention, these are her bowling clothes.  She has to take
them off once she stops bowling.  So, she'll be about 5 miles from home and
completely naked.  My guess is she'll do just about anything for a ride
home.  Interested?" Julie laughed.

   Julie gave me another oversized men's T-shirt to wear into the bowling
alley.  She instructed me to take everything off and put it on.  My little
skirt and ripped top went into a bag.  She told me to get a lane and rent
shoes and then meet her in the ladies room.  I couldn't believe they were
going to make me do this alone.  I was so horny, though, that part of me
was looking forward to it.

   I got some looks from people but nobody said anything to me as I rented
shoes and got a lane.  The T-shirt came down to my knees.  It wouldn't stay
around my shoulders though, so everyone could tell I had no bra on.  That
was no big deal, though.  Lots of people bowled without bras.  I got to the
lane, put the shoes on and went into the Ladies room.  Julie and Estelle
joined me.  Julie didn't say anything as she grabbed my T-shirt and lifted
it up.  I lifted my arms, cooperating with her as she removed the only
garment I had on above the ankles.  She handed the T-shirt to Estelle and
rummaged around in her purse.  She came up with some blue eye-shadow and
put it on me, thick.  Next she did my lips with red lipstick.  "I'm sure
lots of people will be taking pictures and we want you to look nice," she
said.  Then she pulled my hair back and put it in a pony tail.  "We don't
want your hair to obscure your pretty face.  Somebody will be posting these
pictures on the 'Net and you want to be recognizable, don't you?" she said
with a laugh.  Next she wrote "SLUT" on my forehead with the lipstick.

   "Now, do you remember your math?  If you adjust your clothes without
doing your math, I'll make sure you regret it.  Understand?" I nodded. 
"Estelle and Ted are finding us a nice table to watch your show from.  You
might have noticed she took your T-Shirt with her.  Once we're settled, she
will bring in your outfit.  When she does, you are to get dressed
immediately and get your slutty ass out on that lane.  If you make me wait
you will be sorry," Julie said.  I was so nervous I was shaking.  "One more
thing, bimbo, make sure you smile the entire time you're out there." Julie
left me in the Ladies room.  I was naked, made up like a trailer park
whore, and had "SLUT" written on my forehead in red lipstick.  I was just
starting to think about how I could get out of this when Estelle came in
with my outfit.

   "Oh my gawd!  You poor girl.  Why did you put your hair up?  Don't you
realize that pictures and video of this little escapade are going to be all
over the Internet?  At least you had a chance to obscure your face with
your hair.  Now, you are going to be so recognizable," Estelle said as I
pulled my obscenely short skirt on and fussed with the tattered top.

   "Maybe there will be only cell phone shots and people won't recognize
me," I said hopefully.

   Estelle laughed.  "Sweetie, there is no chance of that.  Julie and your
date both are holding video cameras right now and I have Julie's mom's 10
megapixel camera all ready to go.  You know why Julie is leaving you naked
in the parking lot, right?  Well, while you're trying to figure out how to
get home naked, we'll be posting you to every place we can think of.  These
kind of naked-in-public videos are very popular and you'll be famous.  10
million people will see these pictures and video by this time tomorrow,"
Estelle laughed.  "Are you sure you don't want to put your hair down?"

   "Um, Julie put it up like this.  Do you think she'd mind if I took it
down?" I said hopefully.

   "Uh, yes, I think she'd mind.  Better leave it like it is.  You're very
brave for doing this," Estelle said and gave me a little hug.  She left the
Ladies room laughing.  I waited a minute or so and stepped out of the
Ladies room.

   I attracted immediate attention.  Some people were busy bowling and
didn't notice but others were watching me closely.  I took a few steps
without holding on to my skirt and it started to fall.  I quickly grabbed
it and stopped it from falling but my top shifted when I did and revealed
both of my tits.  People were laughing and calling me a slut.  I suddenly
remembered that I was supposed to be smiling and I looked up to see if
Julie had caught me disobeying orders.  She was just a few feet away with
the damn video camera and I heard her chuckle as I smiled.

   I stepped up to the lane and grabbed a ball.  I could hear the bowling
alley go quiet and I quickly threw the ball.  Just like in Julie's bedroom,
the skirt dropped to my ankles and my top fell away from my chest.  I
knocked down 4 pins.  I turned around and every eye in the place was on me.
I froze.  Nobody was bowling anymore.  I heard laughter and comments and
people calling out to me.  I couldn't remember what I was supposed to
multiply and add and I just stood there looking and feeling stupid for a
whole minute.  Finally, I shouted out some random number and picked my
skirt up.  I tried to adjust my top but it was pointless.  I grabbed
another ball and repeated the process.  I saw Julie and Ted working their
video cameras and flashes were going off all around me.  I remember
wondering where all the cameras had come from.  It seemed like everyone had
one.

   Incredibly, I bowled three frames before the bowling alley manager came
over to see what all the commotion was.  I was standing there facing the
crowd, trying to figure out what 7 times 13 was with my skirt around my
ankles when he grabbed me by the arm and started dragging me off the lane.
I grabbed for my skirt but I missed it and it remained on the lane as he
headed toward the door.  Along the way he told me he hadn't called the cops
yet but he had to or he'd lose his job.  He stopped at the door and made me
take off the rented shoes.  He told me to hurry away before I got arrested.
Julie, Ted, and Estelle followed the whole thing with their cameras.  Once
in the parking lot I surrendered my remaining article of clothing to Julie.
She tried to stop laughing long enough to talk to Ted.

   "Here you go, Ted.  As promised, once very desperate, naked slut.  Make
sure you get something good from her in exchange for a ride home.  I don't
want to see her again for at least a couple hours." Julie grabbed the video
camera and she and Estelle ran to Julie's car.  I was pulled into Ted's car
and we were just leaving as the cops arrived.

   Ted had me suck his cock as he drove around.  He stopped to talk to some
friends.  They laughed at his story about the bowling alley, which he told
right in front of me.  He invited them to join us and they called some
other friends.  It was after 2:00 AM when they dropped me off at Julie's
house.  I had fucked 4 guys and given 5 blow jobs before they took me home.
I also was photographed at least a hundred times.

   It took a while for Julie to answer the door.  When she did she couldn't
stop laughing at me.  She called me an Internet porn star and laughed some
more.  Estelle got up and set up her video camera.  I was a mess.  I had
cum leaking from my pussy and had a bunch more in my hair.  My pussy was
red and swollen.  Julie had me squat over a towel and cough.  When I did,
the cum just flowed out of me.  She had me describe my evening for the
camera in excruciating detail.  Estelle was posting this video to some
sites while Julie had me watch the bowling alley video.  She showed it to
me from an Internet site.  It was posted in several places and there had
already been over 50,000 hits to it.

   I was stunned when I saw the video.  I couldn't believe how clear and
well lit it was.  I was completely recognizable.  It went on forever, too.
The actual run time was just over 15 minutes.  Just when I thought things
couldn't get any worse, they did.  Julie brought Google up and said, "watch
this." There were over a thousand matches when she typed in 'Bowling alley
slut.' There were message boards with conversations about the video!

   "You're famous!  Let's check your e-mail and see if anyone you know has
seen the video," Julie said.  I was silently praying that nobody I knew had
seen it.  When I opened my e-mail I had over a hundred messages!

   "Ok, bimbo, here's your next assignment.  You're going to respond to
each and every one of these e-mails.  Blind copy me on every response. 
Tell each person what a rush it was to get naked in a bowling alley and how
much you love seeing the video on the 'Net.  Ask each person to post it
every place they can think of.  You can get cleaned up once you're finished
answering them all." It was nearly sunrise before I finished answering all
of the e-mails.  Virtually everyone I knew had written to me.  Just as I
was finishing up someone had replied to my reply.  That was when I learned
that Julie had created a message signature for me.  It said, "I fuck on the
first date!  Call me" with my cell phone number next to it.  15 minutes
later my phone started ringing and it wasn't even daylight yet.

   I snuck home naked and took a long shower.  I had just gotten to bed
when Mom woke up.  She was out when I woke up.  Julie called me and told me
to get dressed and be at her back door in 15 minutes.  I threw on some
clothes and hurried over.  I wasn't sure what more she could do to me at
this point but I didn't want to find out.  I was at her back door with my
clothes folded neatly on the picnic table with two minutes to spare.

   "Come on in, pornstar," she laughed.  I cringed at the name but I knew
she was right.

   "A couple things for you...first, congratulations are in order.  More
than a million people have seen your video so far.  Someone recognized you
and now the world knows your name, too," she laughed.  I started crying. 
"And now, the good news for you.  I'm a little preoccupied with planning my
trip to Europe so I'm going to give you a little time off.  You've had a
rough day or two and deserve it.  There is one condition, though.  There is
one very important person that still has no idea about what you've been
doing for the last couple weeks.  You've been sneaking past her naked on a
regular basis but she hasn't figured it out yet.  Well, we're going to give
her one more clue and then you're free until I get back from vacation." I
looked at Julie warily.  I knew she was talking about my mom and I did not
want my mom involved in any of this.

   "If I were not going away, you'd probably come over here 10 or 12 times
between now and the end of school.  I know that you figured out when you
strip in the back yard you never see those clothes again.  I think I've
confiscated a dozen of your outfits already.  Mom should be getting
suspicious by now, don't you think?  Well, I'm thinking you couldn't
possibly be as stupid as you are unless she was a little stupid, too, you
know?" I was stung by Julie calling my mom stupid.  For all I know, mom was
well aware of my shrinking wardrobe and was just waiting for the right time
to call me on it.  I didn't care that she called me stupid.  She was
obviously correct about that.  When I thought about how much trouble I have
caused myself I knew she's right.  And, I still wanted more.

   Julie called me back from my thoughts.  "So, here's the deal.  I want
you to run home and bring me 10 complete outfits.  Dresses or skirts and
blouses, underwear, bras, pantyhose, even shoes.  I don't want your old
worn out shit, either.  Everything you bring needs to be something you've
worn in the last month.  Bring me the outfits and you're done until I get
back from Europe," she said.

   "Julie, I can't do that.  There's no way I can give you 10 outfits
without my mom noticing they're gone." I would be in big trouble if Julie
got her way on this issue.

   "That's the whole point you stupid whore.  I want your mom to notice.  I
want her to ask you about it and I want you to decide whether you're going
to look her in the eye and lie to her or if you're gonna tell her what a
fucked-up whore of a daughter she raised."

   "Julie, I just can't," I whined.

   "I thought you might say that.  So, here's the deal.  If you don't give
me the outfits, my mom will call your mom and tell her about a certain
disturbing video she saw on the Internet.  And now that you've made me
threaten you, I want 12 outfits.  If you want to keep negotiating it's
going to be 20 outfits." Julie said.  Her tone of voice made it clear she
was serious.

   "OK!  I'll give you the fucking clothes!" I shouted.  "It will take a
couple of trips to carry it all.  Is that OK with you?" I said
sarcastically.

   "Actually, no, it isn't OK.  You're going to go home and put an outfit
on, walk over here, model it for me, take it off, and then go get the next
outfit.  And since you think it's appropriate to yell and swear at me, when
you're done with your 12, no lets make it 13 now, 13 outfits, you're going
to bring every piece of underwear you own over, one piece at a time, too.
And I mean everything.  Every bra, every panty, every pair of pantyhose,
every slip.  Now no more discussion.  I own your ass now and if you keep
arguing about this I'm going to make you use the front door to deliver your
clothes to me."

   I was so screwed.  I hated myself for getting wet at the thought of what
I was about to do.  There was no way mom was going to miss this.  And when
she discovered all my clothes missing I was going to have to explain it
somehow.  Why hadn't I just agreed to this at first?  I could have kept
this to 10 outfits and still had a little underwear left.  How would I ever
explain every piece of my underwear being gone?

   "Ok, I'm doing it.  The first outfit is already on the picnic table," I
said and turned to go out the door.  I realized that I wasn't even sure
where Mom was and I had better finish this task before she got home.  I
couldn't even guess how many trips across the back yard I would be making
in the nude.

   "No, that outfit on the picnc table belongs to me now.  I want 13 of
your outfits," she said.  That meant that I was really giving up 14
complete outfits.  I would have practically no clothes left at all when I
was through.  I remember having a strange fantasy that Julie would demand
every piece of clothing I owned and then send me home naked.  That would
have made for a humiliating conversation with Mom.

   I spent more than two hours dressing, walking over to Julie's house,
undressing, then returning to my house naked.  I only had about 6 bras left
to begin with so giving those up didn't cause me to make any more trips.  I
had about two dozen pairs of panties, though.  I usually kept my old ones
when I got new ones.  When I was done I had made nearly 50 trips back and
forth, most wearing just one piece of underwear.  I had given Julie every
piece of outer clothing that I had bought in the last two years.  I had a
few dresses and some skirts from when I had just started high school. 
These were mostly too small for me now and it was going to be really
obvious if I wore the without underwear.  I was left with just two skirts
and three tops plus some older dresses.  I had one pair of jeans.  Julie
even made me go through the dirty laundry at my house and get all my
underwear from the hamper.  Everything else was clean, so the few clothes
left in my closet were all I had left.

   Finally, I completed the task Julie set for me.  I stood nude next to a
huge pile of my clothes.  Julie threw a box of trash bags at me and told me
to fill them up with the clothes.

   "I'm taking these down to the homeless shelter to donate them.  I
decided I want you to come with me.  I figured you'd like to watch while I
give them all away," she laughed.  I just nodded.  "So, do you want to go
to the homeless shelter naked or do you want to put some clothes on?" she
asked.  My remaining clothes were now very precious to me and I couldn't
afford to lose another outfit so I decided I'd go naked.  "Suit yourself.
My car's in the street.  Load it up, would you?"

   "Julie, I'm naked.  I can't load all this stuff in the car.  I'll be
seen for sure!" I was terrified one of the neighbors would see me nude in
front of the house and tell my mom.  Or worse, my mom would drive by and
see me her self.

   "Look, I'm not loading this stuff into the car myself.  If you're so
worried about being seen naked, go put some clothes on," Julie said with an
exasperated tone of voice.  I still thought this was a trap but I ran home
naked, again, and put on a dress.  I put on my oldest dress just in case.
When I came back Estelle was there with Julie.

   "Whoa!  That dress is pretty small on you.  And without underwear it
doesn't leave much to the imagination," Estelle laughed."

   "Yeah, well everything that fits me is in those bags going to the
homeless shelter," I said, not bothering to hide the bitterness in my
voice.

   "Estelle is right, sweetie, that dress is obscene on you.  Did I forget
to mention that we're meeting my mom and dad downtown for dinner?" Julie
said.

   I just couldn't go out to dinner with Julie's parents in this dress.  I
asked if I could go change.

   "Sure.  Just give me that dress and you can go put something else on,"
Julie said.  I reluctantly handed over the dress and ran across the back
yards naked for the millionth time this afternoon.  I put on a skirt and
blouse.  These clothes didn't fit me very well, either, but it was the best
I could do.  The blouse was tight and pulling apart at the buttons.  The
skirt was tight and short.  It couldn't be helped, though, these clothes
fit better than everything else I still owned.  I headed back to Julie's
house.

   "Hmmm, not much better, but it will do.  Load up the car," Julie
instructed.  I did as she ordered.

   "Ok, we're just about ready.  Before we go I want to give you one last
chance to change your outfit.  I know you want to save your good clothes,
but do you really want to go out to dinner with my parents in that outfit?"

   I was defeated.  The magnitude of what I had done over the last few days
finally hit me.  I didn't have any clothes that fit.  My closet was just
about empty, my underwear drawers were completely empty, and my mom was
sure to question me about it.  I had appeared naked in public and had video
taken.  Just about everyone that knew me had seen it, along with at least
another million people, probably much more by now.  Two weeks ago I was a
virgin.  In the past 10 days I had fucked 20 guys.  Of the 20, I only knew
the last names of 8 of them.  I didn't even know the first names of seven
of them.  Julie's mom had seen me naked.  I had been virtually thrown out
of school with just a few days to go.  And now, I was going to dinner with
the Smythes in a skirt and blouse that were too small for me and no
underwear and it was the most decent outfit I owned.

   "Julie, these are the best clothes I own.  I'm not holding out on you.
You've taken everything I have," I said.  I started to cry.

   "Sweetie, I didn't take anything from you.  You gave me everything and
you wanted to give me more.  I know all about the conversation you had with
Mrs.  Harris about that.  Tell me, sweetie, do you still think I didn't do
enough public humiliation for you?  There weren't as many people in the
bowling alley as I had hoped but the millions that have downloaded the
video should count for something, right?" Julie asked.

   I didn't know what to say.  Julie was right.  I was so confused.  I
hated her for taking most of my clothes from me but I was also angry that
she hadn't taken them all.  I hated that she had made me fuck every guy I
dated but was angry that she didn't make me go on multiple dates.  I hated
her for the show she made me put on at the bowling alley but I was angry
that she didn't make me do it totally nude.  I was one screwed up girl. 
This was all my fault and not one bit Julie's fault.  She knew me well. 
Even after all this, I was planning to call Mrs.  Harris as soon as I
could. I had been through hell in the last couple days but I still wanted
more.

   "What's the matter, Amy-doll?  Cat got your tongue?  Or are you just
getting horny thinking about what Mrs.  Harris is going to make you do?"
Julie laughed.

   We were driving downtown.  I didn't really know where the homeless
shelter was but this looked like where it should be.  "Still not talking?
That's OK, you don't have to.  I do need you to take off your blouse and
skirt, though.  There's been a little change in plans and you are way over
dressed," she giggled.  I had no fight left in me as I realized that I
still wanted more humiliation and degradation.  I stripped.  There were a
lot of people around and it wasn't hard to see into the back seat of the
car but I didn't care.  I didn't ask why I needed to strip, I just did it.

   Julie pulled into the homeless shelter parking lot.  She picked up my
skirt and blouse and got out of the car.  Estelle followed her and I
watched them unload my clothes.  They were laughing as they got back in the
car.  They drove a few more blocks and pulled into a parking lot of a strip
mall.  Julie drove around back.

   "This is where you get out, sweetie," she said.

   "Huh?  What?  You're leaving me naked downtown?" I said with alarm.

   "Yup.  Someone will be by to pick you up in a few minutes.  I sent your
video and some pictures to your mom, by the way.  I'll call you when I get
back from Europe.  Have fun," Julie said.

   I was stunned.  This was really bad.  I didn't even know how to get
home. I couldn't go there anyway.  I was naked and if Mom had seen my video
she probably wouldn't let me in the house.  I begged Julie to change her
mind.

   "Nope.  This is for the best.  You need to trust me.  Oh wait!  I forgot
something." She took out her lipstick and leaned into the back seat and
wrote SLUT on my forehead, just like in the video from the bowling alley.
She tugged me out of the back seat.  I covered up with my hands as best I
could.  Julie and Estelle were laughing as they drove away.

   About 5 minutes later a car pulled around the back.  I wanted to run but
I didn't know where.  I wanted to hide but there wasn't anyplace to hide.
The car pulled right up next to me.

   "Oh my!  I didn't know they were going to leave you out here naked!  Get
in!" I looked in the car and a wave of relief washed over me.

   "I am so glad to see you, Mrs.  Harris!" I exclaimed.

   "It's Mistress to you, now.  And I'm glad to see you, too.  I saw your
video, by the way.  That must have been an exciting evening for you last
night," she said as she pulled the car away.