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 �>�Three Day Weekend  -" a By Karen

   College campus summer session.

   Day 1: Capture and Conditioning

   "Crap!" I began, as I looked at the rain beating down outside the front
door of Mason Hall.

   This was not the way I wanted my weekend to start.  It was Thursday
night, and for the next three days I wanted to put the tribulations of
first half of the spring semester behind me.  My grades were not what they
were back in the early days of my college career, and I attributed this to
simply being burned out.  I averaged five classes a semester for the first
two years of my college life, plus two summer classes each year.  After a
terrible fall term to start my junior year, which I failed my first class,
I set my spring schedule to try and make up for the mistake.  I took my
normal five classes, plus a night class to make up for the one that I
failed.

   I hated night classes.  It was only two nights a week, but that was two
nights that I wasn't able to study, or for that matter do anything else. 
It made for very long Tuesdays and Thursdays.  And now with a long awaited
rest before me, this.  I was in no mood for the walk in the pouring down
rain without my umbrella.  I couldn't see anyone out on campus tonight, but
that wasn't a surprise.  Those that weren't forced indoors by the
torrential downpour, had probably already left for the weekend.  The class
I had just gotten out of was less than half full at the start, and after
the attrition rate during the class, there were only eight of us left by
the time the Professor let us go. I waited for a few minutes, in hopes the
downpour would subside, but the skies had a different idea, and if anything
the rain intensified.  My walk home usually took fifteen minutes, and it
was not something I was looking forward to.  I made sure my backpack was
closed up tight and I pushed open the door of Mason Hall.  The wind pulled
the door from my grasp and whipped it open.

   I ran from the entrance way and out into the rain.  It wasn't that far
to Edward's Hall, but by the time I pulled the door open and stepped inside
I was soaked to the bone.  I know remembered why I dressed like I did for
class.  My sweats and T-shirt were drenched and hugged tightly against my
body and my long brown hair was pressed tightly against the side of my
face. I moved quickly through Edward's Hall, passed the lines of empty
classrooms, before coming to the door at the other end.  Again I was forced
outside and after another dash through the rain I was at Hayes Hall.

   Like Edward's, the building was empty, and the only sound I could hear
was that of my own shoes, as they squished with each step.  I practically
jumped out of my skin when I heard a voice. "Excuse me, Miss."

   I took me a moment to figure out where the voice came from.  There was
an older gentleman, probably in the neighborhood of forty standing in the
doorway to one of the science labs.

   "I'm sorry, I was just cutting through." I replied, unsure of why I felt
the need to justify my actions.

   "Oh, I'm not concerned with that.  I was wondering if you could help me
with something." He asked.

   I looked at him and he seemed harmless enough.  "What is it?" "I've just
finished my work on a VR headset, and I'd like to have someone try it out.
My assistant has already left for the weekend, and I don't want to wait
until next week to try it out." He explained. I was not a big fan of VR
games, and I let him know as much, but he didn't seem concerned that I was
not a video game person.  He assured me that this prototype was not a game.
I knew I should have kept going, but I agreed to try it out.  He led me
into the room and I set my backpack down on the front desk.  In the back of
the room was a large computer console, with numerous wires and attachments
that weren't familiar to me.  He escorted me back to the machine and
instructed me to have a seat in the single chair in front of the device.  I
didn't know a lot about VR, but I always assumed I would be standing on a
platform, making movements with my hands that wouldn't make sense to anyone
watching me.  This was different.  He handed me the VR visor, and I slipped
it over my eyes.  It had headphones built in and they fit snugly over my
ears.  I looked around, but I couldn't see anything through the visor.

   "Are you ready?" he asked. I nodded my head.

   Where I expected to see some sort of game or real life scene, all that
moved through my field of vision were a series of colored dots, receding
into the distance.  They were accompanied by a dull throbbing beat coming
through the headset.  I followed the dots for a few moments until I heard a
voice in my ears. "What do you see?" "Just dots." I answered. "What are
they doing?" "Pulling away into the distance." I answered. "Follow them to
the distance.  Concentrate on the point where they all come together." He
continued, his voice very soft, almost lost amongst the throbbing beat. 
"Look into the dots, see where they join as one.  Move toward the point."

   I continued to concentrate on the small points as they receded from me.
At first I thought this was silly, but now it was important for me to see
where the dots were going.  I could still hear his voice in my ears, but it
began to sound more and more like the dull beat.  I felt like I was moving
now, closing in on the place where the dots came together.  I last track of
time.  I could have been following the dots for two minutes of two hours, I
had no way of knowing.

   b

   I don't even remember the point where I stopped watching the dots, but
it came as quite a shock when I heard the man's voice.  I looked up and the
VR headset was gone and I was still sitting in the chair.  A feeling of
uneasiness came over me and I knew it was time to leave. "I have to go." I
began, as I got up.

   "You can't leave yet." He replied.  "Now sit down." "I sure can." I
assured, and to prove this I sat back down.  Why had I just done that?  I
didn't wanna stay here.

   "What's your name?" he asked. "Colleen." "How old are you Colleen."
"21." I answered, having no idea why I was answering his questions.  I knew
I didn't want to but something inside me was compelling me to answer and
there was nothing I could do to stop it. "And you height and weight is?"
"I'm five foot six, and weigh 115 pounds." "What size bra do you wear?"
That was none of his business.  I told myself not to say a word, but I told
him that I wore a 34C.  He asked me if I was wearing one now, I told him
that I was.  What kind of girl did he think I was?  He continued to
question me.  He asked me if I was wearing panties.  I told him yes, I
always did.  He then wanted to know why such a beautiful girl such as
myself, dressed the way I did.  In such an unflattering manner.  I
explained that I was here to go to school, not to impress anyone.  He
handed me the VR headset and instructed me to put it back on.  Obediently I
did.  Again my head was filled with the images of the dots receding into
the distance.  I heard the voice again.  Telling me to concentrate on the
dots.  Follow the dots.  Go to the place where the dots come together. 
Reach to the place where they are all as one.  Look deeper.  Again I lost
all track of time as I tried as hard as I could to move forward with the
dots.  His voice continued, filling my head with thoughts and ideas.  Again
I was surprised when I found that I was no longer wearing the VR set, but
sitting back in the chair with my eyes closed.

   "How are you feeling Colleen?" he asked. "Wonderful" I answered, even
though I felt a little disoriented and my head felt fuzzy.  I really wasn't
sure how he knew my name.  I didn't remember telling him.

   "Do you know why you're here?" he asked. I had to think about it, but I
didn't have an answer.  "I don't know." He asked me about my height and
weight.  The questions seemed strange, but I answered then nonetheless.  He
asked me what size bra I wore, and I explained to him that I never bothered
to wear one.  I went on, telling him that my pert breasts were not in need
of support.  He asked if I was sure, and I let him know that there was no
way I was wearing one.  I reached up and touched my breast and was shocked
to find out that I was wearing one. "Can you excuse me for a second?" I
asked. "Sure."

   c

   I reached around behind myself and undid the clasp on the bra. 
Immediately I felt worlds better as the constricting garment fell slack.  I
worked the straps off of my shoulders, never removing my shirt and finally
pulled the garment off and stuffed it into my backpack.  I hated wearing
those things.  I had no idea why I had done that to myself.

   "Do you feel better now?" he asked.

   "Of course." I answered, loving the way my still wet T-shirt hugged to
my breasts.  I could feel my hardened nipples pressing against the shirt. I
had to look down at the two dark spots, showing clearly through the white
T-shirt. "Are you wearing panties?" "Are you kidding?  I hate them." I
answered, but something told me that I should check.  Something didn't feel
right, and damned if I wasn't wearing them.

   What's wrong?" he asked. "Why am I wearing these?" I asked. "I don't
know." He answered. "I'll be right back."

   I got up from my chair and turned and faced away.  I quickly pushed my
sweats off and then my panties.  I didn't care that he was looking at my
ass, I had to get these things off.  I pulled my sweats back on and
returned to my seat.  I stuffed those into my backpack too.  I could have
simply gotten rid of them here, but thought it would be rude to leave them
in a non-dormitory trash can.  I suddenly felt much better about myself.

   "Do you feel like yourself now?" He asked. "A little bit.  I just don't
know why I'm dressed like this." "How do you normally dress?" "Shorts and a
tank top usually.  Definitely something more revealing than this." "How
does that make you feel?" "Like I have to go home and get changed." I
answered. "Do you wanna go get changed?" "I certainly don't wanna be
dressed like this.  I need to do something." I answered. "We could make
that into shorts and tank top if you'd like." He offered. "I think we need
to, I can't stand being dressed like this." "Why's that?" "Because I have a
really great body, and dressed like this, no one will notice." "Why don't
you give me your pants and I'll make them into shorts for you."

   No longer concerned with whether he saw me undressed or not, and simply
because he asked for them I stood up and removed my sweats.  I saw his eyes
settle on the dark patch of hair between my legs.  It brought a smile to my
face.  I like it when people see me like this.  I handed him the pants and
sat down.  He accepted them and walked up toward the front of the room.  He
returned several minutes later and handed them back to me.  I slipped them
back on and they look much better.  Both legs had been cut off only an inch
below my crotch.  I modeled them for a second and felt a little better
about wearing them. "Are they to your satisfaction?" he asked. "Can you
tell I'm not wearing underwear?" I asked.  It was very important for me to
know this. "I can't tell." He answered. "That's what I figured.  Can I
borrow your scissors?" "Sure." He answered, handing them over. Carefully,
not wanting to cut myself, I made a slit in each side that extended almost
to the elastic band.  Now there was no question of whether anyone could
tell I wasn't wearing panties.  I sat back down and was happy about how the
shorts looked.  Now if we could fix this damn shirt, I would be perfect. 
Completely unconcerned that someone I had just met was sitting only five
feet from me, I removed my shirt.  Again I was happy to see that he noticed
my pert breasts.  I handed him the shirt and he set about tailoring it to
my specifications.  When I put it back on the sleeves were gone and the
collar around the neck had been expanded.  It was also a little shorter,
leaving a small band of skin visible just above my waist. "How's that?" he
asked. "I guess it's OK." I answered, less than happy about how it looked.
"What's wrong?" "You still can't tell I'm not wearing a bra." I answered.
It was very important that anyone seeing me knew that I was without one. 
"Maybe a couple slits in the side will make it work." He approached me and
very carefully made two incisions inside the arm openings of the shirt,
that extended down my side.  I looked carefully at myself and come to the
conclusion that the shirt was now the equal of the shorts.  I felt
completely at ease.  I suddenly now had the urge to leave.  I stood up to
go, and the man made no motion to stop me. "Now you remember what you are,
don't you?" he asked.

   "Yeah, I'm a tease and flaunt.  I like people to look at me and see my
body.  I'm an exhibitionist." "Very good.  Now be back here around the same
time tomorrow and we'll talk about how your night went." "Will do.  Thank
you for making time for me." I answered as I walked to the front of the
room.  I removed my keys from my backpack.  "Do you mind if I leave the
rest of my stuff here.  I really don't feel like carrying it home in the
rain." "That's fine.  I'll make sure nothing happens to it." He finished.

   d

   With that said I walked out into the hall.  It was only a short walk to
the outside door at the end of the hall.  The rain, if it had let up while
I was inside was now beating down with the same ferocity as before.  Not
caring in the least, I walked out and headed across campus to my apartment.
It felt good as the cooling rain came down on me as I moved slowly across
the deserted sidewalks of the school.  I didn't pass anyone for a long
time, and I was kind of bummed that I hadn't.  I wanted people to see me,
and appreciate my great body.  The first person I encountered was under the
entrance way of one of the buildings out toward the edge of the campus.  He
was by himself and keeping out of the rain.  Unable to resist I changed my
course so I walked in front of the building.  I was a little dismayed at
first that my passing didn't get a response, but I guess it took him a
little time to get his nerve up to call out to me. "Excuse me, Miss." He
began. I didn't answer, but walked over to where he was standing out of the
rain.  I stopped a couple feet from him and allowed him a moment to look at
me.  It felt good to know he was checking me oJust the thought of him
looking at me had my nipples hard, and I loved they way they felt pressed
against the wet T-shirt that was clinging tightly to me. "How you doing
tonight?" asked the guy.  He looked like he was a couple of years older
than me, and even though I was standing there like I was, I could tell that
I was making him very uncomfortable.  "I'm great.  How 'bout you?" "I'm
OK." He answered, seeming very unsure of the answer.  If I were him and
someone with a great body was standing next to me, I know I would be doing
better than OK. "Do I make you nervous?" I asked, knowing it to be the
case. He looked away, like he couldn't bare to face me.  I figured there
was something wrong with him, since there was absolutely nothing wrong with
me. "No." He answered, offering no further explanation. "Look, if I make
you uneasy, I'll be moving along." I resumed.  I still had a bit of a walk
ahead of me. "It's not that.  It's just the way you're dressed." He
answered, turning back to me and looking at my erect nipples. "Something
wrong with the way I'm dressed?" I asked. "I can see your tits." He
answered. "No, you can see my nipples pressed against my shirt." I answered
in a teasing voice.  "If you wanna see my tits, you're gonna have to ask."
"Really?  OK, I wanna see them." He answered quickly. Thinking nothing of
it, I pulled my shirt up and let him see.  He reached out toward me and I
quickly moved away.  "You said see, not touch." I teased. With that said, I
quickly dashed out from under the covering and into the rain.  I heard him
call me a couple of times, but I never looked back.  I crossed over the
main street through campus and started down the row of dormitories.  Mine
was still in the distance, at the end of the row, but at least now home was
in sight.  There were a couple of guys sitting in front of their building,
on a couple of benches under the front canopy when I passed.  I looked over
at them a couple of times, but didn't move toward them until I heard them
call out to me.  I was completely drenched, but I couldn't get the smile
off of my face.  I felt so good.  I stopped in front of the benches they
were sitting on and waited for them to finish eyeing me up.  It took them a
few seconds to allow their eyes to roam over me, until they could look me
in the eye. "Nice tits." Started the first guy. "I know." "You don't
believe in a bra?" Asked the second. "Why?  I think they look better like
this.  Don't you?" "Yeah." Answered the first.  The second was quick to
agree. "So why should I wear one?" "Good point.  So what are you doing out
in this crap tonight." Asked the second guy. "Walking around." "You always
walk around in the rain in a white T-shirt?" asked the first. "Yup, got
something people like to see." I answered. "Can I see?" I didn't answer,
but pulled my shirt up so they could see them.  Neither said a word and
quickly I had my shirt pulled back down. "Nice." They agreed. "I know."
"Can I ask you something?" asked the first guy. "Sure." "Are you wearing
underwear?" "Nope." "Prove it." I jumped up onto the bench across from them
and pulled my shorts down exposing the dark patch of hair between my legs.
I felt so good exposing myself.  I almost didn't wanna pull my shorts back
up. "So you wanna come up to our room for a drink?" Asked the second guy.
"Nah, I gotta get going." I answered, as I pulled my shorts back up.  I
expected them to chase after me, but neither did.  I wasn't sure why they
didn't.  I knew I was hot, and I figured they might wanna see me strip
again.  I didn't think anymore about it, as I found someone else to
show-off for.  He was two buildings down, out front leaning against the
entranceway post, having a cigarette.  He saw me coming from a ways off and
motioned for me to come over once I was close enough.  I headed toward him,
but didn't move under the cover of the entrance way, instead I let the rain
continue to beat down on me.  I couldn't wait to show him my body.  It
seemed like after each time I showed it, I wanted to show it more.  I hoped
he was interested. "Hi." I began, putting my hands on my hips. "Hello." He
replied, looking long and hard at my chest.  It made me tingle. "What's
going on?" I asked. "Looks like you are." He answered. "Got that right." I
answered.  "Just out walking around tonight?" "Yeah, something like that."
"That your normal walking around attire?" "Yeah, it's very comfortable."
"Looks it." He answered.  I was hoping he would get to the point here.  I
was burning up inside wanting to tear my clothes off so he could see me.  I
don't know why I just couldn't rip them off.  For some reason I felt
compelled to wait for him to ask. "So, anything you wanna ask me?" I
continued. "You cold." He asked, while flicking my nipple with his finger.
I took a step back. "What?" he asked, like he hadn't done anything wrong.
"Can't touch." I teased. "Can I see?" "What you wanna see?" I asked
excitedly. "Everything." Unable to contain myself, I pulled my shirt off
and pushed down my shorts.  I picked my shorts up and stood there so he
could see me.  He reached out for my breast again, but I backed away. "I
told you, no touch."

   e - end of day 1

   He backed up till he was against the post again, and I got dressed
quickly.  I didn't trust this guy and I was relieved to walk away from him,
and not have him follow me.  Two buildings later I was in front of mine.  I
couldn't wait to get inside and take my clothes off and take a shower. 
There were three girls sitting out front as I approached.  I didn't
recognize any of them, but I hardly new anyone on this building.  I moved
between where they were sitting and made for the front door.  I was almost
there when one of them began. "C'mere." I turned around and looked at them
sitting there.  I hadn't considered this before, but I suddenly I got very
turned on at the idea of showing them my body.  I walked back to where the
three of them were sitting. "What?" I asked, fidgeting a little. "What the
...  are you doing dressed like that?" "What's wrong with it?" I
questioned. "You look like a slut." "I'm not a slut." I assured them.
"Walking around like that, and you're not a slut?" "I just like to show off
my body." I answered.  I hoped they wanted to see it. "What are you, a
flasher?" "A little." "I don't believe you." One of them replied. "You want
me to prove it?" I asked, hoping that one of them would say yes. "Yeah."
She answered. I proved it.  I stood there holding my shirt pulled up to my
chin, with my shorts bunched up at my feet.  None of them seemed impressed
with my body.  Of course, I didn't know what I expected.  I didn't say
anything, but waited for one of them to speak.  I figured between the three
of them, one would have something to say about me taking my clothes off in
front of the building. "So what are you gonna do?  Just stand there?" I
dropped my shirt back down and then reached down and pulled my shorts back
up.  The three of them remained silent as I got dressed.  As soon as I was
dressed, I wished I wasn't.  I had felt so good about being naked, that the
thought of standing here dressed bothered me. "You just take your clothes
off for no reason?" "Sometimes." "You always go around taking your clothes
off?" Asked the second girl. "I haven't taken anything off." I answered,
while rubbing my hand across my tits.   -�I only flashed you. -� "Oh, but
do you?" Asked the third. "If someone asks." I answered, thinking how great
it would be if they asked me to take everything off.  I couldn't wait to
show them my naked body completely, I was so proud of it. "So what, you
just go around taking your clothes off every time someone asks?" "Yeah." I
answered, thinking it was a normal thing to be doing.  I had something to
show and there were people who wanted to see it.  -�Then why don -(TM)t you
strip for us. -� I didn't answer, but let my actions speak for me.  I
pushed my shorts down and stepped out of them.  Once they were free of my
feet I pulled my shirt up and over my head and dropped it on the ground. 
The three of them looked at me standing there naked, and I got a warm
feeling all over, as I savored in the fact they were ogling at my body and
my clothes not touching me anywhere. "That's really ...ed up." One of them
commented. "Maybe to you, but not to me." I answered before resuming my
walk to the front door.  I really didn't care for these three since they
had such a problem with the way I was.  It was my business, and they had no
right to put it down. I pulled my shirt back on and pulled my shorts back
into place. "So you gonna undress again?" asked one of them. "If someone
asks me." I replied. "Fine, I'm asking.  Show us your stuff, again. -� I
stood in front of them, pushed my shorts down and pulled my shirt up. 
-�You -(TM)re not going to strip? -�  -�No. -�  -�Why not? -�  -�You didn
-(TM)t ask me to.  You only asked me to flash you.   -�Oh, I -(TM)m sorry.
We -(TM)d like to see you take everything off. -�  -�No problem.  I love
being naked and showing off. -� Unable to resist the offer, I pulled off my
shirt and stepped out of my shorts.  Holding both in my hand I stood in
front of them.  I had no idea why they wanted me to strip again, but their
reasons didn't matter.  I was happy to do it.  None of them said anything
again, but they were looking at me and that in itself turned me on. "You do
anything else?" "Like what?" I asked.  I was about to get dressed, but I
didn't mind waiting. "You ever walk around like that?" "Nah." I answered.
"Why not?" "No one ever asked me to." "Why don't you walk over to that dorm
like that." Pointing to one of the other three buildings. Thinking nothing
of it, I turned and walked away.  She had pointed to the closest building,
which was only a few dozen feet away and very quickly I was there.  I kept
my arms at my side as slowly walked back.  My clothes were still sitting on
the ground and I picked them up. "So did that get you off?" "It turned me
on." I answered as I put my clothes back on, then added;  -�I like being
naked, it -(TM)s great and I like the way it feels. -�  -�I guess so. -� I
started to go into the building.  "You gonna go masturbate now, or
something?" Asked one of them sarcastically. Without another word, I walked
passed them and into my building, went through the dorm lobby and up to my
room.