A Wider Sky Ch. 01 byTalyisBagley©

Dear my dear readers,

I have been working on a few different projects over the years taking a break from Tabor and Shy. While this book has already been draft-published, I am posting solely to re-work it based on readers experience and I would love your feedback. I am excited about this foray of one of three books (two stories) I've been working on in a new genre for me: New Adult. BEYOND ECLIPSE has a angst-driven build, hopefully a super hot one, that you will enjoy about a girl and an alien boy. Remember the film, Heathers and the lunchtime poll: aliens are secretly going to destroy the world in three days, what do you do?

Thank you for reading.

Cheers and Happy Reading,

~Talyis.

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A WIDER SKY: Beyond Eclipse Series

by Talyis Bagley Ellison

Copyright first edition 2013, 2015

THE PROLOGUE OF MEN

....Before Eclipse

"Your silence will not keep you safe." --Audra Lorde, 1984 A.D.

"The future is already here. It just isn't very evenly distributed." --William Gibson, 1993, A.D.

A society is only as healthy as its ideas are humane." --Kurt Vonnegut, Jr., 1973 A.D.

Eclipse

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Beyond Eclipse...

"You never know what your place is in the world until you are on the precipice of the past and the future and the present melts away like ice under the scalding sun." --Kiowa Walker, Beyond Eclipse

Chapter 1 

There are only a few cars in this new world that have horns. This sole car obnoxiously blasting was on one of the few remaining that require natural resources to power them and only a few people in the world had cars. Those people were the governors of the colonies. They would kind of be like presidents if we could vote for them but they were put into power by the Y'vroi. We surviors have become like groups of land locked Puerto Ricos, no power yet with a leader in charge of us all. The governors main responsibility was to keep us separate from Them and to report to Them if any of us had gotten any stupid ideas of uprising. In turn, the governors were allowed to plan for us and give us any semblance of the former world, which was more like what it might have been in the fourteenth century.

Our colony governor, Pion is a skinny scraggly middle-aged guy who really didn't have much importance in the former world - before Eclipse. Maybe he was an account or a copy editor; and maybe that is why They chose him to be the governor, he could lead pacifistic cows to pasture.

Pion always seemed really nervous as his knuckles blanched as he drove down the littered vacant streets of our colony. People milled around pushing carts looking similar to homeless people in New York City, not clean and a bit disheveled at all times. Our colony also was ramshackled, we're only allowed electricity for a short period of three hours everyday which didn't allow for much time for surfing the internet, watching TV or even taking a hot shower, even if those things still existed in the typical household. Many times They would not even provide electricity to us. I imagine Them saying to each other once in a while, "Oh yeah, humans, they live here too? Actually this was their home and I'm sorry I forgot to flip the switch to light up the colonies today and yesterday. They'll be fine." Yet, we arent. We have to work and pay for our resources and we are barely able to live let alone develop anything for ourselves to make our lives better -- that would only bring us to our knees before Them for execution.

"This is a big deal, Y'vroi allowing you to enter their realm, let along go to one of their colleges. We don't even have colleges. You have to do a good job and whatever you do, dont let them think you are going to lead a revolt. Please don't." Pion voice shook as much as the old creaky Oldsmobile rattled down on our uneven streets.

I didn't respond, I was too busy watching my life whip past me through the dusty brown window as I silently said goodbye.

"I have seen what happens to us when we tried to fight back. There is no winning. Ok?" He quivered and even a shiver ran down my back.

"Yes, sir," I replied quietly. We were reaching the last block of the colony to the enclosing barbed wire gates maned by humans with machine guns.

I had no interest in revolting. My only interest was to just go to school --and try to survive. I remember the stories my mom told me about integration growing up. I know she meant to tell me these before Eclipse history stories as a way to build courage. However, I remember the stories about the children being hunted down after school, tortured and hung from trees, too, just because they went to a white school.

"You will come home during their holiday festivities season."

The gates swung open to a wide vast desert land that looked like a sea of rusty brown marble. I perked up seeing beyond the gates for the first time in my life. "Holiday Season? You mean Christmas?"

"No," Pion's grip tightened around the stirring wheel. "The Festivities of anniversary of Eclipse." He glanced over at me seeing my perplexed knitted eyebrows and his jaw tightened. "The day of the human race lost dominion of the Earth."

"Oh." I slumped deeper in my seat. That didn't sound good at all. My imagination ran wild already with images of humans being hunted and vaporized by their engineered weapons. Bonfires, while They, the Y'vori, dressed up like humans mocking our existence and our current plight.

"We are almost at the border." He sighed and glanced over at me again as if it were going to be the last time he would see me.

I had only met our governor a few days before graduation. I had excelled in high school and was allowed to complete A Levels which was very rare because most humans were not allowed to take A levels instead of going straight to work assignment training. I finished my A Levels without any pomp or circumstance, literally it was not allowed and then entered my required work assignment training program. Even if you were smart and completed A Levels, humans did not go to university or extended study programs. It was just the end of the road for our cultivation of knowledge and we would still be required to live out the rest of their lives doing their assigned work path which wasn't anything that would require an A Level intelligence. I was to be a seamstress for the colony like my mother and when I had finished my training program I was introduced to Pion. Apparently I had excelled on a test that the Y'vroi had required all humans to take in their A Levels. It was the first time a human had passed the test, twice and they wanted me to enter their realm which we were unsure why. We all knew it seemed like an ulterior motive, perhaps, I was too smart and I would lead a revolution and their were really planning on extinguishing me. But who are we to question anything that They mandate, if They wanted me to enter their realm, that meant I was to be there prompt and obedient.

My mom had been three steps ahead and demanded, I repeat bravely demanded, that They disclose why they really wanted me to enter the realm. I really had to admire my mother. Through Pion's messages, They told her that they want to see how far I can excel, if I could keep up with my alien peers. They wanted to study how the new world generation of aliens and humans would interact. It was as if they read my mother's mind or knew she had a passion for Civil Rights History and just told her what would sound acceptable to her for allowing her daughter to enter enemy territory. She believed they were just humoring her and they really planned on killing me until we started getting packets of information and forms that we had to promptly and obediently turn in. They wanted everything from a description of everything my mother and father did before Eclipse, to what my interests were, what kind of baby was I: a crying type or a quiet type. They had me retake the test, this time it was at the governor's office and I suspected it was the first time that I was in the same room as one of Them, but I couldn't see them behind a two way glass window.

Most of us have never seen what an alien actually looked like and the stories of their takeover always made me paint them as scary beings that killed my father and my mother's family and friends.

"What do they look like?" I nervously asked Pion.

"Like humans, but they are far from human," Pion seemed to tremble as if recalling what they looked like in his memory. I gathered rather quickly from our first meeting that he did not like to deal with the Y'vori. Occupational Hazard, I suppose.

"We are here," Pion announced with relief

I sat up in the chair and realized that he had driven me to a stark landscape of nothingness. It was bleak, not like a desert or a plain. It was flat rock or stone line ground, smooth and glassy looking. For as long as the eye could see, I only saw nothing, just the grey-blue dusty horizon in all directions.

"This is where they leveled the area, nothing will ever grow here again. You will need to walk that way straight until you get to the border. This is as far as I am allowed to go."

Allowed to go? I arched an eyebrow, this whole time the colony assumed that the governors often meet in their realm, sat cozy with Them for these meetings and state dinners, apparently not. We humans were kept on a very short leash with a strong, taunt choker collar -- all of us.

Pion helped me gather my duffle out of the truck of the falling apart Oldsmobile and then he just stood in front of me for awhile, not exchanging words just a sympathetic smile in attempts to hide the worry behind is eyes. It seemed like his smiled wanted to convey the he was like the neighbor who playfully punched you on the shoulder, encouraging you to "go get 'em champ" but this wasn't that kind of a journey. This was scary, one small step for man a possible leap backwards or forwards for mankind.

"See you in a few weeks." Pion said and then punched me on the shoulder. I pained a smile and then hopped to readjust the weight the large bag pushed onto my body. I simply just started walking towards the abyss, pointed that way.

I started walking, having nothing the but sun beating down on me and an endless landscape of the strange marble like ground. I couldnt help but think about my last hours in the colony and my mother this morning.

Early this morning, my mom was at her breaking point as she fluttered around the small area that was our small living room. All I could do was sink deeper into our couch rub my forehead not out of frustration but more out of nervousness.

My mother was able to completely canvas the entire room in three strides. Our minuscule apartment which I have lived in my entire life could be toured in six more strides. My mom mumbled to herself, her hair floated around her like a beautiful halo of chaos as she threw any knick-knacks she could find in our home into my duffle bag.

It was an old army bag, the dark green fatigues no longer recognized and respected in this area of town, let alone the world. It was my father's military bag but I had never seen him carry it himself. I had never met my father and what I had of him remains in a single picture taped on the wall above the bed that I share with my mother. It was a sad photo unlike the other photos my mom had salvaged from the old world that she knew. It was a computer print out, the paper faded with time and it was not as brilliant in color as actual photographs on photo paper. But it was my father and it was all that I had left of the closest man I never met.

My mom always said that it's important to cherish the simple things in life because you never know when you are going to lose everything. She talked about how in her world, it was about getting the latest Apple phone, a cellphone with a touchscreen. The latest tablet or the best gadget that would make the other gadgets, phones and tablets obsolete within the same year. She reveled on how everyone saved everything about their lives on The Cloud. Then she would knit her eyebrows together wishing she had taken simple photographs and often would paw a small photo album she had salvage from my grandmother's home before the evacuations. The photos were the only family I had. These photo albums filled with precious pictures of my mother and her brothers growing up became a visual story illustrated with the reminiscences of my mother's.

During Eclipse, The Cloud and social networks were the first to go down, it was how They were able to find everyone. All the pictures of outings, birthday parties, weddings, picnics where gone with the journals that narrated them in the form of social updates and hashtags. The culture of the world overnight disappeared. The pictures of my mother's pregnancy with me, her baby shower with her friends that she dearly missed vanished like they would soon vanish from her life. She was pregnant with me when the world changed and They showed their true nature. My father was sent to defend, what we first thought was an insular attack in Virginia at the Pentagon. They had been among us for decades and their attack blindsided us because it wasn't just the Pentagon. In 24 hours it was The Hague, British Parliament, Tokyo, Nairobi, even North Korea lite up to reach out to the world for a brief 30 seconds before it went completely dark. And with the darkness the covered the world a once vibrant world, so was my dad's life snuffed out like a candle. He missed my birth, missed teaching me how to ride a bike or teasing me about my first crush.

The world was dark for awhile and then it lite up again but not for everyone, only for Them, the Y'vroi.

"Baby, I am sorry I don't have anymore jackets for you. Will you be warm?"

"Yes, Mom, I'll be fine. You know me, I am always running hot anyways. I will be fine," I answered as I watched her fly around the room more.

"They like to keep it cold, Baby. More so than before," She opened a small trunk that had double as a coffee table, dining room table and my desk for homework time for the last 20 years. "I might.... yes..." she mumbled more to herself and then pulled out the colorful afghan her mother knitted and only would bring out once in awhile when she really missed her family. "Here Sweetheart, this should keep you warm."

"No, Mom, that's yours; it should stay with you. I have the blankets you made me."

I loved my mom's afghans, I already predicted that I would be pulling it tight around me very soon when I missed her. I pulled my legs to my chest and tucked my chin to my knee urging myself to keep it together. This was definitely hard on both of us, finally my mom stopped moving around and sighed.

"You know when I went off to college, I had a whole car packed of brand new things, matching kitchenware, bedclothes, a whole new wardrobe, even stupid college dorm decorations," she sighed again and then rummaged through the chest again and pulled out a tangled web of our Christmas lights. She smiled and her eyes brightened up for the first time the entire week. With a sideways smirk she handed it to me and I couldn't help but smile. "You know this is not what is important. Material things right?"

"Yes Mom. Really, I am fine. I don't need to have college decorations or anything," I started pulling out the keepsakes that she had salvaged from her previous world out of the bag. That were important thing that happened to be in her emergency go bag during the evacuation, like the refrigerator magnet from her honeymoon in Belize with Dad, Dad's expired Video Store Card with his signature on the back that was in her wallet, an un-open bottle of Australian Shiraz wine from Trader Joe's that my mom found in the first refugee camp on my 5th birthday and she believed it was the last bottle of wine to ever exist in the world and would be worth something someday. I pulled out the last item and glanced at my mom, nervously knotting her fingers together watching what I decided to keep and take, her college graduation cap with puffy paint writing on the top so her parents could find her in the sea of robes. I reconsidered it and decided I should keep it as a reminder to strive to be the best. I smiled again, proud that I was able to make my mom's eyes light up a second time in such a short time.

My mom wrapped her arms around me pulling me abruptly off of the couch into a tight momma bear hug. "Honey, I am so proud of you. You are going to be great. You are going to be amazing."

"Mom..." my mind was already thinking about how hard it was going to be to leave and go to school. I was going to not only have very hard competitors in my classes but I was most likely going to be a social pariah and everyone will do as much as they could to see that I fail.

"I dont want to hear it. You show Them that you are just as important. That we are worth something. That you are worth more than the salt of the planet that they destroyed."

I sucked in air and squeezed my eyes shut. I didn't want to think about the Y'vroi too much, even though that is all I could think about. I was terrified of the aliens.

"Remember those stories about the kids that had to be brave and go to those school in the south during integration. You have to be brave, strong like them."

"I know Momma, I will try to be strong and brave. I can blend in. I can hide. They couldn't..."

My mom shook her head, I already knew she didn't like that idea. She didn't want me to expose my talents to Them or to anyone. "It's too risky." I opened my mouth to object but she raised a warning eyebrow. "Hey, maybe there are some progressive kids at this school who are not against us humans. Maybe they will be like the white Freedom Fighters.

My mom loved to teach me about the Civil Rights Movement, she was hoping that one day we would all rise up and take back our land and our lives. The difference is that blacks and white were humans, the hatred of that time was truly disgusting and that did not eclipse what we all were experiencing know as a human race.

"Above everything else, Baby, know that you earned this. You are smart. And it's not just your talents that have gotten you this far; it is solely you and don't let anyone tell you otherwise. Make me proud. I love you my darling." My mom kissed me over and over again and I tried everything in my being to not cry.

I took a deep breath and pulled my father's duffle bag strap over my shoulder. My body lopped to one side as I rested my weight on my right. I shook my long curly braids out my ponytail more out of habit to make a physical gesture of a decision made. And that decision was to walk into the den of wolves and try to find a life for myself in a world I have only known yet knowing a world that could have been.

A car horn beep outside our apartment building, which only meant one thing. It was really time to go.

My mom's lips trembled as she looked at me one last time and I at her. The corners of my eyes burned and I let the bag drop loudly with a thump to the floor and hugged my mom.

Again the car horn blasted long and impatient and I hugged her tighter to say goodbye -- possibly forever.

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Cheers Lovelies!

~Talyis

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Awesome celebrity panty poop story!

Posted by Ryan Nyquist on April 24, 2003 at 19:41 [65.92.30.17]

hi all!
I just finished working on this story. If you scroll down the board, you will see the base to this story posted titled as "Story for CFW". For some reason, I didn't get a reply to this post from CFW so I though I'd finish it off to my best (it was already pretty good). Now its awesome. The celebrity is Brittany Murphy. I will soon start another one with another hot celebrity. Check it out and please tell me what you think. Here it is:

It all starts on the way to a new film shooting taking place overseas. Brittany is travelling by air, for a long 13 hour flight. Brittany has not pooped in about 3 days (usually once a day) and does not seem to realize it. Brittany is wearing tight black nylon pants with blue silk underwear (not thong) underneath. She has not eaten any fruit in the past week being as she was generally busy and did not have much time to eat at all. Brittany is going to try to stay out of the bathroom being as she remembers aircraft bathrooms to be very small and not very clean. About an hour passes and she then is feeling a slight urge to take a poop but enough where she can hold it in fine. She thinks that she should be able to hold it in for the rest of the flight and does not worry about it. Another half hour passes and she then begins to feel a small stomich cramp and she lets go a couple silent stinky farts. The cramp seems to be getting bigger and bigger and she continues to pass gas every once and a while. She is now about 3 hours into the flight and she is feeling the urge quite bad now and is starting to get a massive cramp. The urge is now coming on strong as she starts to figit in her seat trying to keep her tight ring hole closed. 10 minutes pass and she feels her tiny ring hole begin to open up to let out what feels like a thick, rock hard ball of poop. She continues to figit and trys to close up her ring hole again. While she is doing this, an unexpected cramp hits her hard and she feels the hard turd very slowly make it’s way about an inch out of her hole. This thick, hard, dry turd slowly making it’s way out (as she is trying to pull it back in) is becoming very painful as it is stretching Brittany’s tight ring hole. The turd is about 1.5 inches out now, and is still slowly coming out which causes Brittany’s face to turn red ans tears to well up in her eyes as it is very painfull while she is figiting in her seat and a smell of rotting eggs is now forming around her. The smell is now quite bad and she can no longer hold this massive turd in. The pain then becomes unbearable and she elevates her butt slightly off the seat and begins to push in an attempt to get this massive thing out. She then pushes once hard and notices that the poop did not even move. She quickly exhales and gets her breath again and pushes very hard which causes her to make a loud grunt (that nobody seems to notice) and she feels this hard turd begin to move slowly again which creates a slight buldge in her tight pants while she is pushing and this turd is slowly moving out. The thick and dry rock hard turd is now about 3 inches out of her hole and is moving a bit faster now stretching her tight nylon pants forming a large tent buldge. She continues to push hard for about another minute, and she feels this this turd fall out of her hole (at about 5 inches long and 2.5 inches thick).

She continues to push hard after this turd is out for about a minute, and she then feels a soft turd start to come out of her stretched ring hole fairly fast creating a very loud crackling sound. She continues to push this soft poop out for a little while not really caring about the noise it is creating coming out as it totally fills her silk panties. Now this soft poop is finished and was about 7 inches long and 1.5 inches thick. Now it feels like the whole poop is finished, and she pushes a little more but nothing comes out. She then slowly puts her hand down her pants to feel what her mess was like and could feel that the softer, gooey piece of poop has smushed all over her butt (due to when it hit her tight pants) and that the first hard turd is just sitting there nestled in her lower butt crack. She then feels the load through her pants and can feel that there is a tent caused by the hard turd that is surrounded by a load of mushy poo forming a very large buldge. She then sits back down to her normal sitting position, and pulls out some perfume and sprays it on her neck to try to hide the strong smell of rotting eggs caused by the soft poop. This poop was one of the biggest that Brittany has ever done and the bad thing about it is that it was done in her pants and she has to sit in it for another 6 hours until the flight is over.

The plane lands at it’s destination, and she puts on her spring jacket to try to cover up the large buldge as she exits the plane. She then gets into a taxi that takes her straight to her hotel. When she arrives in her hotel room, her pants are still fully loaded and the first thing she does is pull down her pants to examine the mess. The poop was as she thought. The hard turd was light brown, dry and was made out of clumped pebbles of poop and was a bit over 5 inches long and about 2 and a half inches thick. The softer poop was dark brown with some dark green in it and was a thick, mushy load that had entirely loaded her silk panties and was smushed all over her butt cheeks. She was happy that she got none on her tight black nylon pants.

THE END!

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Long Term Nudity Project byzoejoey©

Zoe Aames returned home to find her mother in tears.

"Oh baby," she sobbed. "I'm so sorry."

"Mom, Mom, what is it? What's the matter?"

Sandy Aames turned and directed her eyes towards the opened letter on the kitchen table. Zoe was dumfounded as to what could be so bad to make her mother cry like this and apologise to her. Had someone died? Zoe's grandparents were long gone and neither of her parents had siblings, so no cousins, aunts or uncles. She'd seen her father and brother that morning, so if something had happened to them, it wasn't going to be in a letter.

Before Zoe could pick up the letter, her mother grabbed hold of her and hugged her tight.

"It's from the L.T.N.P. They're sending a representative to see us both."

"The L.T.N.P.? The nudity thing?" asked Zoe.

"I'm sorry sweetheart. She's due any moment."

"To do what?"

Zoe began to feel agitated. She'd heard rumours of these visitations. They were done short notice so as to not give anyone a chance to react. Or escape. Realising this could be it, brought tears to Zoe's eyes. "No! No, Mom, I don't want to. Don't let them do this."

"I'm sorry baby, there's nothing I can do."

The two women hugged even tighter than before. Zoe, a slender 18 year old with long brown hair, was still in her school uniform. The doorbell rang.

"Mom, don't answer it."

"I've got to sweetie. The consequences for not are..." She shook her head in a far from positive way.

Mrs Aames headed for the door and opened it to find a completely naked woman standing there, holding a briefcase. She was attired in only a tie and shirt collar. And of course, the obligatory tail.

Zoe watched as her mother let this nude woman into their house. She was beautiful, about 5'6", early to mid thirties, long black hair tied up in a beautifully quaffed arrangement.

"Hello, Mrs. Aames? And you must be Zoe. I'm Miss Green. It's nice to meet you." She held out her hand to shake and then walked over to Zoe and offered her her hand too. "Please don't be afraid. I don't bite." Her sparkling blue eyes, deep as the oceans, qualified her words, letting Zoe know she spoke only the truth.

Zoe took the hand of the nude woman and couldn't help it when her eyes scanned down the body before her. Miss Green had large breasts, totally natural and a far cry from the tiny AA cup bee stings Zoe had. And they were punctuated by two of the largest bright pink areola she had ever seen. Then between her legs was the mass of dark pubic hair. All on display for anyone to see.

Miss Green didn't seem in the least bit perturbed about being ogled in all her glory by the teenage girl. Around her neck she wore a white shirt collar and had on a black tie that was short enough to come to a stop right between her breasts.

When Miss Green turned back to Zoe's mother, Zoe caught sight of the tail. A proud looking thing shaped like a reverse question mark, emanating from the woman's bum, rising to waist height before spraying backwards away from her body.

Zoe dreaded what she feared was to come for her and her mother. After all, the visit could only be about one thing.

"Please will you have a seat Mrs. Aames? You too Zoe."

The three women sat down around the breakfast table. Miss Green lifted her briefcase onto the table and clicked it open, pulling out a thin blue folder. She shut the briefcase and placed it at her feet. "That's for later," she said.

Zoe and Sandy Aames sat on the edge of their respective seats, biting their lips and holding hands under the table, terrified of the moments ahead. Miss Green sat up straight, got her documents in order, clicked her pen and took in a deep breath.

"Okay, um... I can see you're both nervous, so shall we just get stuck in?"

Mrs. Aames faintly nodded as Zoe wiped away a tear trickle with her free hand.

"I'm afraid it is what you think it is."

"Oh my God!" burst Mrs. Aames. Zoe immediately shook with fear and started sobbing. "No, please, please, I'll do anything, please. Just don't make my daughter do it too."

"I'm sorry Mrs. Aames. The documents I have here are for both of you."

Zoe turned to her mother for comfort. She was crying her little heart out.

"Zoe, I know this is very, very hard right now," said Miss Green. "But I assure you it gets better. And it gets better quickly too."

"Noooo!" Zoe balled into her mother's embrace.

"Zoe, Mrs. Aames. I was like you too. Once. A naked woman came to our door, dressed as I am now, carrying a briefcase and wearing a tail and I cried my eyes out. I cried so much, you couldn't even see my eyeballs anymore, my eyelids were so red and puffy and closed up. But here I am, more than two years later, doing this for a living. My term was up over a year ago. I choose to be this way now, because my year of forced nudity gave me confidence and strength and courage to do anything. I face the world and nothing phases me. I go out naked everyday, proudly. I wear my tail and my collar and I defy anyone to say something. But you know what, they don't, because they know I'm not one for messing with."

"I can't do it, Mom, please, do something."

"Oh baby, what can I do? I'm helpless here."

"Yes," said Miss Green. "Right now, you are both helpless. But your initiation into this scheme is going to end that. You're not going to be helpless, you're going to be strong. Going out into the world naked is going to make you strong and everyone knows it. I can walk naked into a bar at night, a bar filled with horny young boys, I walk in and they go silent. I have power over them. They don't dare step out of line in my presence because they know the consequences if they do. They know that with one call, I can have them taken away, stripped and paraded naked through town, just for making a rude remark. I assure you Zoe, in a very short time, you will see this for yourself and you will come to adore the sense of 'can do' it instils in you. Men crumble at your feet. Women gasp as you go by. The women of the L.T.N.P. command respect and that's something you already know to be true."

Zoe's crying had subsided a little. She had listened to every word Miss Green had spoken and even though she remained scared to death of what was about to happen, she had been given a small glimmer of hope at the end of the tunnel.

"Miss Green? Is there nothing I can do to protect my daughter from this?"

"I'm very sorry Mrs. Aames, but you know there's not. And please, I'd like you both to call me Eva. We are all in this together, after all."

"Eva Green? Like the actress?"

"Yes," she chuckled. "Just like the actress, though I'm not French. Don't speak a word of it except for Bonjour and Merci!"

"You look a bit like her too."

"Well, thank you. I don't know her films all that well, she takes her clothes off a little too much for my liking."

Zoe finally lifted her head from her mother's chest and was about to say something when she noticed the wry look in Miss Green's eyes.

Miss Green smiled. "Icebreaker! Put you at ease!"

Zoe actually managed to giggle, despite her obvious discomfort at the situation.

"Okay, let's see what it says here," Miss Green scanned down the first loose page inside the opened folder. Sandra Denise Aames, age 45, date of birth February 9."

"Yes," Sandy Aames nodded as Miss Green turned to the next sheet in the folder.

"And Zoe Joey Aames, age 18, date of birth September 27?"

"That's me," said Zoe, feeling totally dejected.

"Okay um, what I have here are documents for you each to sign, agreeing to be enrolled in the Long Term Nudity Project for a duration of twelve months from today."

"And what if we don't sign?"

"Please Mrs. Aames, don't even joke about something like that because I don't want to sound like the bad guy. But there would be consequences for not agreeing and you would still end up being naked for the duration of the term, only your life would be a lot worse."

"How could it possibly get any worse?" asked Zoe.

"Well Zoe, if you must know, you'll see that there are two rather beefy gentlemen sat in the van outside. I could bring them into the house with me, but it's something I much prefer not to do. I feel I'm doing my job right if you never have to meet them. But they are there. Harold, he's 6'4", weighs about twenty stone and doesn't have a sense of humour. Then there's Ray. He's 6'2", used to be an orderly on a mental ward, he's been stabbed by all manner of objects over the years and lived to tell the tale. He likes Carpenters music. He's a big softy really."

Miss Green reached out across the table to take hold of Zoe's hand. "But Zoe, if I have to call them in here, they WILL strip you both naked, they will CUFF your hands behind your back, LEAD you out into the street and WALK you through town to the L.T.N.P. office where you will be reclassified as state sanctioned prostitutes and you will serve out your year servicing between five and ten men a day, in prisons around the country, while of course remaining naked throughout. I URGE you Zoe, not to go down that road. I've seen it before, I've arranged it before. And it saddens me every time because I know what those poor women go through. And at the end of the year, far from being confident, strong women, they are complete emotional wrecks and their bodies have been used to exhaustion and beyond. Please Zoe, please, don't go there."

Mrs. Aames looked her daughter in the eye, both of them had the same distant looking pale grey eyes. "Sweetheart, we have no choice, we have to sign."

Zoe gave her mother a little nod. It was the only way.

Miss Green slid the two sheets of paper across the table to Zoe and her mother and handed Mrs. Aames the pen to sign.

Sandy looked at the document and Miss Green's finger which pointed at the signature line. Then reluctantly, but without option, signed her name and with it, her right to wear clothing for the next year.

She passed the pen to her daughter and pointed out the signature line as Miss Green had done for her. Another tear dripped from Zoe's eye and landed on the page. Her eyes welled up and she had difficulty seeing the line. She just couldn't help thinking of the alternative, being a naked state sanctioned prostitute servicing criminals up and down the country. She wiped away her tears and saw that she too had signed away her right to wear clothes for the next year of her life. So that was it. All that remained was to get naked.

Miss Green checked the signatures and tucked the documents away in her folder and clicked her pen closed and left it sitting on top of the blue folder. She clasped her hands and looked at the two women, expectantly but without explicitly directing them to the next step.

"So how do we do this?" asked Mrs. Aames. "What happens now? Do we hear from you once the paperwork has been filed?"

"I think you know what happens next, Mrs. Aames."

"You mean..."

Miss Green nodded her head and Sandy Aames turned to Zoe as she rose from the chair and helped her daughter to her feet.

Mrs. Aames was a good looking woman, an inch or two over five foot, an average body for a woman of her age that had birthed two children the natural way. Her breasts were medium sized with modest, but not unattractive sag and as her daughter and Miss Green would soon discover, her nipples still pointed north and not south to the equator.

She had on one of her favourite dresses, a charcoal grey shirt skirt, that she accessorised with a silver necklace and a loose fitting jewel belt that matched her wavy brown hair. Her daughter, on the other hand, hadn't even had time to change out of her school uniform and would now not even get the chance to. The clothes she was wearing now were the last she would feel on her skin for a very long time.

Mrs. Aames slipped the necklace over her head and placed it on the kitchen table. She next removed her belt and placed that alongside.

"Do I have to remove my earrings Miss Green?

"No Mrs. Aames. And please, it's Eva remember."

"Yes of course. Eva. Thank you. Call me Sandy."

"I'll do that Sandy." Miss Green turned to look at Zoe who was just standing there like a lamp post, not moving, not even attempting to move.

"Come on Zoe dear. Start undressing."

Zoe just felt dazed. She couldn't believe any of this was happening. Just a half hour ago she had been with her friends in school, chatting away merrily as they walked out of the main gate and left the school premises. And now this? Shock and disbelief didn't begin to describe it. Then she realised; she was going to have to go to school tomorrow in the nude. No, she couldn't. She just couldn't. She'd do the other thing, she'd be a prostitute.

"I can't do this Mom. I can't go to school naked in front of my friends. I'll be the only one."

Miss Green immediately spoke up. "That's not true Zoe. At this very moment, I have colleagues visiting the homes of four of your classmates. They are being enrolled in the scheme as we speak and they will be going to school tomorrow dressed the same as you. And in a few weeks, you'll be joined by a few more and one of your teachers too."

Zoe began to cry again. "Please," she begged.

Mrs. Aames put her arms around her daughter and turned to Miss Green. "Could you give us a moment please?"

"Of course." Miss Green stood and excused herself, stepping back to look out of the window at the street.

"Baby, I know this is hard, believe me I do. It's not any easier for me than it is for you. Just thinking about going to work tomorrow at the office, walking through the building, being the only one who is nude. And with a tail as well. It's so humiliating. But we don't have any option my love. And I will not let you become a state sanctioned prostitute. So we're going to do this, we're going to get naked, you and me, here and now, we'll undress together and we'll take it one step at a time, with each other for support. What do you say? Because if you don't, they'll take you. And they're not taking you anywhere without me. And baby, I really don't want to be a prostitute. Can you do it my love, for me, for your old Mom?"

Zoe squeezed her mother tight and after wiping the tears from her eyes, gave her mother a kiss on the cheek, which led her mother to reciprocate and then another and another and they just kept kissing each other and rubbing each other's shoulders, for encouragement.

"I love you Mom."

"Oh, I love you Zoe, my beautiful little girl, I love you with all my heart."

Mrs. Aames thanked Miss Green with a single look, for allowing them this moment. Then Miss Green returned to her seat and watched while mother and daughter attempted to undress in front of her.

Zoe was maybe two inches taller than her mother, but very slender. She had a flat stomach that, unfortunately for her, continued up into her chest. Her light brown hair was long and straight and ran all the way down to the small of her back. As she stood there in her dark grey pleated skirt and her light grey v neck jumper, her pale blue blouse and red tie, her white stockings and black shoes, she trembled. Then, mustering courage from somewhere, she slowly brought her hands up to her tie, loosening it at first from under her collar, then pulled it apart and slid it out through one side of her collar. She placed it on the back of her chair.

Mrs. Aames smiled at her daughter, even though the butterflies were doing cartwheels in the pit of her own stomach. She continued to unbutton her own dress down the front, exposing her white bra.

Zoe kicked off her shoes next and not knowing where to go from there, what to remove, she thought about how embarrassing it was going to be to be stood there in just her underwear, then having to bend over to pull her panties down her legs. So without conscious effort, her thumbs found her way into the waistband of her panties next and she pulled them down her thighs, then clenched her knees together to let them slide down to the floor where she was able to step out of them, avoiding any potential embarrassment that may have caused.

Mrs. Aames had undone all the buttons to her hips and thought of just shrugging the dress off her shoulder but then just kept unbuttoning all the way down to the hem of her dress, just below her knees.

Zoe continued to undress by rolling her white, knee high stockings down to her ankles, then slipped them over her heels one by one. As her knees bent for her to reach her feet, her legs parted and she felt the cooler air on her crotch. She was just going to have to get used to that - and more.

With her grey shirt skirt completely parted down the centre and her white bra and panties exposed, Sandy Aames let the dress fall from her shoulders. She folded it in quarters and let it drape over the back of her chair. Both women remained silent, both looking in any direction except at someone.

Miss Green let her eyes dart between Zoe and Sandy. She was getting wet just watching it. It was part of the reason she had volunteered to remain nude and join the L.T.N.P. - she was a lesbian and there was no greater thrill for her than watching unsuspecting women forcibly stripped, especially when it was members of the same family. She knew her nipples had hardened the moment she caught sight of the vulnerable Zoe in her adorable little school uniform, but there was little she could do about it. She only knew, that she had plenty of masturbation material for the next few days and the women weren't even naked yet.

Zoe lifted her school jumper over her head and placed it on the chair. She only had her blouse and skirt and then her bra left to remove and as she stood there as composed as she could be given the circumstances, she tried to calculate what order to remove these last three items.

Should it be blouse then bra, exposing her little boobies, leaving her skirt for last and the grand reveal of her bush? Or blouse then skirt, leaving her tiny tits for last? What if she took off her skirt first? With a bit of luck, the tails of her blouse ought to keep her pussy covered, but then she'd have to remove her blouse and her boobs would still be last. It was no easy choice, but something inside made her feel greater embarrassment over the small size of her titties than her bush, which, on appearance was hardly any different to any other woman's bush. It was dense with a healthy covering of light brown short hairs, straight and clean looking. So she unfastened her skirt, undid the zip and let it fall to the floor. She lifted it with her toes and caught hold of it, making sure to keep her blouse pressed firmly down to keep herself covered.

There was nothing Miss Green would have liked more in that one moment alone, watching a blushing schoolgirl try to protect the last vestiges of her modesty, than to thrust three fingers into her own pussy and strum across her clit with her thumb. But that was simply out of the question, getting off at the sight of two women's shared embarrassment.

Mrs. Aames stood in just her bra and panties having waited until then to remove her shoes and tights. Zoe stood in just her pale blue school blouse, her bra underneath. They each had two items left to remove and an extraordinary thing occurred to both mother and daughter in that moment.

As Mrs. Aames looked at her daughter's blouse, she could see that her nipples were protruding from her chest quite prominently. Even the bra she wore underneath was unable to contain her daughter's nipples. They were standing out on stalks.

Zoe looked into her mother's eyes for the first time since they had started to undress and saw that her mother's private parts, showed clearly through her underwear. The dark silhouette of her bush, the contrast of her areola showing through the white bra and the fact that her mother's nipples too, seemed just as long as her own. If either woman had thought to turn to Miss Green, they would have seen that there wasn't a soft nipple in the house.
Sandy Aames, sensing her daughter's acute embarrassment at their mutual predicament, went first, reaching around behind her to snap the clasp on her bra, letting the straps slip down her arms, helping the cups to fall away, exposing her B cups to her daughter and Miss Green.

"There. Boobs. No big deal." She let the bra drape over her dress on the back of the chair.

It was Zoe's turn next. She felt for her collar and undid her top button, then without pausing just continued with the next two. She reached behind her head with both hands for the back of her collar and began to pull her blouse up over the top of her head, revealing her bush for both her mother and Miss Green.

When Zoe's head was free of her blouse, she pulled it off her arms, taking no care and letting the arms turn inside out as she freed it from her blushing body. Sweeping her hair back with one had, she reached in to each sleeve in turn to pull them out the right way, knowing that in doing so, her blouse obscured her genitals from view.

As she was doing this, Sandy followed suit and reached inside her panties and dragged them down her thighs, beyond her knees and down to her ankles, crouching with her knees together to pick them up off the floor.

Standing up, she held her arms to the side. "There. Bush. No big deal." She was trying to put on a brave face to reassure her daughter, but also hoped she might fool herself into believing it too.

Zoe dropped her blouse with the rest of her school uniform to stand there in just her bra. She then crossed her arms over her chest, covering her boobs and dropped her head. She looked like she was about to cry again.

"Come on Zoe babe. One more and then it's all done."

Zoe grimaced. "Mom..."

Mrs. Aames hugged her daughter again, pressing her now naked body to her daughter's almost naked body. If she hadn't been so concerned with her daughter's well being, she would no doubt have felt that the hairs on their bushes were touching. She kissed Zoe on the cheek again.

"I'm so proud of you baby, you are so incredibly brave."

"It's not fair."

"I know."

"Noooo! Mom. Not that."

"Then what baby?"

"Look at Miss Green and look at you," she grizzled. "You have boobs. I don't."

Mrs. Aames pressed her hands to her daughter's face. "No sweetie, you have boobs. You have beautiful boobs."

"They're so small, they're tiny."

"Oh baby love, it takes all kinds. And yours will grow, just like mine did. I was a late bloomer, just like you. I was in my twenties before I started to fill out. And even then, it took getting pregnant to get anything up there that I could actually jiggle. When I stopped breastfeeding you, I thought they'd go away again, back to an A cup, just like they did after your brother. But they didn't sweetheart, you gave Momma her boobs. And one day, after all this is over and just a distant memory, you'll have a little one who'll give you boobs too. And we'll sit and watch him or her play and smile and have this unbreakable bond between us, that without this traumatic shared experience, we might never have had. Zoe my darling angel, I feel closer to you than ever. I love you, I'm proud of you, I think you're so brave and strong and ever so beautiful."

As Mrs. Aames was talking, she had placed her hands behind her daughter's back and unsnapped her bra. She pulled it away and Zoe didn't resist. Mrs. Aames placed the bra on top of her own pile of clothes and held her daughter's hands, one each in her own, stepped backwards while still facing her, so they could look at each other. In all their nude glory.

Mother and daughter, both seeing each other naked as adult women for the first time. Zoe with barely any soft breast tissue at all, just flaming red nipples that must have been an inch if they were anything. Her areola remained tightly drawn around her nipples and were it not for the slight puffiness of her breast buds, her chest could easily have been mistaken for that of a boy, albeit one with huge nipples.

In contrast, her mother's areola were large like Miss Green's, though her breasts were closer in size and colouration to her daughter's than the naked woman from the L.T.N.P. Even so, Mrs. Aames had boobs and was visibly feminine in outward appearance. For a forty-five year old, she was definitely MILF material, having a very good slimline figure and pleasant facial features.

As expected, there was nothing to separate their pubic regions. Apart from Zoe having less body fat than her mother and an obviously teenage flatness to the whole area, a bush was a bush and the two ladies were very similar on surface looks alone, if not the shade. Zoe thanked God for small mercies as over the previous summer vacation she had experimented with shaving her pussy clean off and was so glad that it had grown back in full. She wasn't sure she could face standing in front of her mother and then tomorrow the whole school with a bald pussy and her tender pink lips on display.

All of a sudden they heard clapping and turned to see Miss Green with a smile on her face.

"Very well done, ladies. That was a very courageous thing you just did. This morning when you woke, did either of you think you could ever do what you just did? Already you are getting stronger, more empowered. And that's only going to grow from here on out. Please, have a seat."

As mother and daughter sat back down at the table, Miss Green again lifted her briefcase onto the table and opened it. She removed two white shirt collars, just the collar and nothing else. She also pulled out two ties, both of them grey, but short of length, much like the one she wore herself. Then she pulled a further collar and tie from her case in the same colours as Zoe's school uniform. She placed a small booklet to the far side of the six items.

Before she closed her briefcase, she removed from it two tails and placed them down alongside the collars and ties. Both Zoe and Mrs. Aames' eyes grew wide at the sight of the tails, each resplendent in its own right, both protruding from a large silver butt plug.

Again, Miss Green placed the case at her feet.

"There's one each of everything for you. There's also a catalogue. Ladies, shopping just got a whole lot easier for you for the next year! In the catalogue are collars in all colours and a plentiful supply of colourful and not so colourful ties. We start you off with the basics, white collar, grey tie. And Zoe, a pale blue collar and red tie for you to wear to school. You also get a white one with a different colour tie because you won't want to be stuck in your school uniform all day!" Miss Green smiled as she patted the red tie with her hand.

Was that another joke? School uniform? Changing out of a collar and tie were going to be the least of her worries after spending the day naked at school with a butt plug tail shoved up her jacksie.

"There's a number to call on the back of the catalogue and you can order up to ten different collars and five different ties each. They are free of charge and will be delivered to you within one working day, so you might want to have a browse through that later on and get your order in. After that, you'll find that prices are reasonable if you'd like to further accessorise your wardrobe."

She hesitated. "Ahh, speaking of which, we need to discuss your wardrobe. Obviously, it is going to be best to remove all temptation from the house. It will be too easy for you to go put clothes on after I leave, if your clothes remain in the house. So, I think we should go around the house later, packing up all of your clothes. We can load them into the back of my van and we'll see to it that they are safely locked away so they can be returned to you a year from now. That is, if you ever want them back! After mine had been locked away for eighteen months, I just gave them away. It's unlikely I'll ever wear them again."

"Oh my God," said Zoe. "You want to take away my clothes?"

"Zoe. You do realise you can't wear your clothes anyway. You will be breaking your contract if you are caught wearing clothes at any time. First infraction, you will receive a warning. If there's a second..." Miss Green raised her eyebrows as if to drill it into Zoe, that second time, there would be consequences and in this instance, the consequences didn't bear thinking about.

"There will be a number of surprise visits that will be made over the coming year, but especially over the first couple of months, both to your school Zoe and your workplace Sandy and of course to your home. Any infractions will be recorded, I really have no leeway in these matters. If you are caught wearing clothes, or even using a towel or blanket to cover up when you should reasonably be expected to be naked, that will count against you. Of course you may use a towel to dry yourself and you may sleep under whatever covering you like, duvet, sheets, blanket, whatever you are comfortable with. But at any other time, you are not to cover your bodies with your hair, your hands, bags or any item of clothing besides your collar and tie. And they must be worn at all times when you leave the house to identify you as part of the L.T.N.P. along with your tails. Indoors, at home, in the evening, you can just remain naked if you prefer. No need for the accoutrements."

Zoe and her mother just sat looking down at the table and the items assembled on top of it. They had listened closely to Miss Green's instructions and had understood them. Basically, if they were humiliating themselves in public, they weren't breaking any rules. Anything else and prostitution awaited.

"So, shall we get started?"

"Packing up our clothes?" asked Zoe.

"No. There's plenty of time for that later. I meant, are you ready to learn how to dress to leave the house?"

"You mean..." Mrs. Aames pointed to the items on the breakfast table.

Miss Green nodded, sliding one white collar each to Zoe and her mother.

They picked up the collars and looked at them. Nothing out of the ordinary, they were just shirt collars without the shirts. They undid the only button holding the two sides together. Mrs. Aames pulled her hair into a pony tail and then reached for a hair clip to hold her hair up, then wrapped the collar around the back of her neck and fastened the button. She looked at her daughter who was doing the same.

Next Miss Green handed them each a light grey tie. While Zoe had no problem threading hers under her collar as she had to wear one to school everyday, her mother had never actually worn a tie before, although she had tied them for both her children when they were small and occasionally for her husband. Nevertheless, she managed it, but it had been so long, she needed reminding where to begin.

"Twice over Mom, then under and thread it through." Zoe tied hers without thinking and checked on her mother's progress before slipping her own knot up under her collar.

Eventually Mrs. Aames caught up and slid her knot up tight too. For both women, their ties, like Miss Green's, were only half length and ended in line with their nipples. Zoe looked at the table and saw the blue collar and red tie she would have to wear tomorrow, but far more frightening than that, were the tails, or more appropriately, the silver butt plugs to which they were attached. There was no way that was ever going to fit up Zoe's virgin butt hole.

"They look pretty scary first time, don't they?" said Miss Green.

"Oh my!" said Sandy. "Will they fit?"

"They will. And don't you worry, they have been ergonomically refined over many years and these new models, you won't even know you're wearing them after a while, they are so comfortable."

Zoe gulped as Miss Green picked one up. The silver plug was shaped sort of like a toadstool. It was maybe an inch in diameter at its trunk, then splayed out like a mushroom cap or, perhaps more precisely, the glans of the male penis. The splay was the widest part, probably two inches in diameter and then it quickly tapered off into a blunted point, itself necessary for initial aim.

Miss Green stood up and, seeing the wet patch she had left on her chair, placed one foot on top of it and reached around behind her as she expelled her own tail from her backside cavity. It was clean.

"Ladies, I expect at this point you are wondering how this is ever going to be inserted. Well, I can tell you, the last thing you want to use is bottled lubricant. It just makes everything too slippery. You'll be popping it out every few minutes."

The thought of that just made mother and daughter blush profusely.

"I recommend nothing more than saliva. It has the benefit of making the insertion area pliable, it provides ample lube for insertion and it dries quickly and lets everything else return to normal. I will demonstrate to you now, the optimum process for insertion. Ladies, if you do as I do and place one foot on your chairs."

Mrs. Aames and Zoe did as they were instructed, feeling ill at ease with their new found nude predicament. Even so, as Miss Green was in just the same predicament, it wasn't as bad an experience as it could otherwise have been, perhaps if those two men were involved somehow.

Miss Green put one finger in her mouth and licked it with her tongue, generously coating it with saliva. Popping the finger out of her mouth, it was glossy down to the first knuckle. "I'm now going to massage the insertion point, at first just around the outside."

The two women did the same; they couldn't believe how their lives had changed in such a short space of time. From sitting around the breakfast table as a family that morning with absolutely nothing out of the ordinary going on in their lives, to eight and a half, nearly nine hours later, being nude without possibility of wearing clothes again for a whole year, massaging their butts with their own finger. It was insane.

Eva took her finger back to her lips and made a show of licking it again.

"Eww!" said Zoe. "That's been up your butt."

"Get used to it Zoe," said Eva. "It will be one of the first of many thrills you will experience each day from now on. The first is waking up nude and getting out of bed and not putting on a robe. Opening your curtains and stretching in the window, walking across the hallway to the bathroom, not bothering to shut the door as privacy for you is a thing of the past from now on. Then walking into the kitchen for breakfast, seeing the rest of your clothed family, putting on your collar and tie and then the exquisite show of inserting your tail. I can tell you now for a fact, I suffer an involuntary orgasm at least one morning a week before I even step outside my front door. Just the morning ritual and the anticipation of the day to come is enough to do it to me."

"But that's so dirty," quipped Zoe.

Miss Green took her foot off her chair and walked over to Zoe. She licked her own finger again and felt back for Zoe's bumhole, making Zoe jump. She gave it a quick massage, then licked her finger again and found Zoe's hole, this time giving a gentle push inside. Licking her finger again, the next time she pushed harder until she found her way in up to her second knuckle.

"How does that feel Zoe?"

Zoe just quivered. Goosebumps had broken out all down her arms and her chest and anus positively tingled with heightened sensations of the kind she had not known before.

"Okay ladies, once you've managed to insert one finger in up to the second knuckle, it's time to use two fingers. Would you like me to help you again Zoe or do you think you can manage it yourself this time?"

"No, no, um, I think I'm getting the hang of it now."

"How about you Sandy, do you need any help?"

Sandy smiled. She was not an anal virgin and was well versed in anus to mouth play, having stuck her own tongue up her husband's backside just the other week and he had done it to her just last night. That was the one small benefit to all this; she was sure her husband was going to get such a thrill when he saw her and their sex life was going to skyrocket. But then she thought that her husband was going to see his daughter and that idea scared her a little. Then she realised her son was going to see her and his sister alike and that frankly scared the crap out of her. Not only that, but it was approaching five o'clock and her son and husband would be arriving home in a little over an hour. And neither one knew anything about the visit from the L.T.N.P. They were going to have such a surprise.

Eva Green went back to her own chair and raised her foot once again, working two licked fingers into her butt hole. "Okay, once you can work two fingers inside, try to prize them apart." She then put her own silver butt plug inside her mouth and let her tongue lick it. The Aames women followed her lead as by now it was far more sexual than dirty.

"Right then girls, line up the blunt pointed end with the centre of your anus and try to work it inside. If it doesn't go, don't force it, just try twisting it a little to find the right angle. If you need more lubrication, just give it another lick."

Sandy gave hers a lick and Zoe watched on, thinking hers was never going to fit. As mother had a second crack, the expression on her face told Zoe that her mother had been successful. Indeed, Sandy returned her hand to her side and stepped down from the chair. "Tada!"

Zoe smiled and decided to give hers a second lick. She could tell that Miss Green had pushed hers up her own butt successfully and was showing Sandy how to rotate hers so that the sturdy upward part of the tail lined her natural crevice. It also ensured that the plug was seated correctly inside.

"Try walking now Sandy. Does everything feel fine? Comfy?"

Sandy paced about the kitchen and was surprised to discover that it wasn't half bad. Her bum clenching tightly around the silver intruder felt ever so naughty and walking with it, feeling it push against her glutes made her feel like she was having a good seeing to by a fat, stumpy cock. The feel of the tail hairs swishing back and forth across her backside cheeks was hugely arousing and she knew that she had become quite slick between her own legs at the show on offer and the realisation that this was her life now. She was going to have to see her friends and colleagues like this.

"How are you doing back there Zoe?" asked Miss Green.

"I don't think it's going to fit. It's too big. And I'm too small."

"Let me see." Miss Green knelt down on the floor behind Zoe and placed one hand on each of her butt cheeks.

Zoe felt even more humiliated than she thought it was possible to feel. A woman was parting her butt cheeks and looking at her most intimate area from behind.

Miss Green licked her fingers and massaged Zoe's bumhole again, much to Zoe's continuing unease. Seeing that Sandy was familiarising herself with the feel of her tail and facing the other direction, Miss Green seized on the opportunity to wipe her fingers between her thighs and sweep up a generous helping of her own vaginal juices to massage Zoe's tight hole. In the process, accidentally on purpose, she grazed over Zoe's pussy lips. Then when she inserted two fingers up Zoe's bum to try and spread things apart, the teenage girl involuntarily clenched down on the invading fingers as shivers ran up and down her whole body.

She nearly jumped out of her skin when she felt the tongue on her anus.

"What are you doing?"

"Helping you Zoe."

"I don't want that sort of help, thank you very much. I can do this."

Again Zoe licked the silver butt plug and felt around back there to line things up. Then with a twist her anus seemed to suck the butt plug inside and Zoe was astonished that the thing even fit up there. Eva helped twist it into alignment and then she had Zoe pace back and forth across the kitchen to see if she was comfortable, which surprisingly, she was.
Do you have a full length mirror anywhere in the house Sandy?"

"Upstairs. In the bathroom."

The three women climbed the stairs, Mrs. Aames leading the way, Miss Green in the middle and Zoe bringing up the rear, watching the hypnotic sway of Miss Green's backside and her tail as she climbed the stairs in front of her.

"Ohhh!" Zoe exclaimed and had to stop in her tracks.

"What is it?" Mrs. Aames turned to see Zoe looking up with a bright red face. She had just experienced one of those involuntary orgasms that Miss Green had been talking about.

Sandy smiled when she realised and went and cuddled her daughter for a second, before taking her hand and leading her up to the bathroom.

The three women stood facing the full height mirror, Zoe still blushing as the after effects of her humiliating orgasm washed away from her body. Mrs. Aames noticed the wet slickness on her inner thighs and noticed too that Miss Green was suffering from the same affliction. They caught each other's eyes in the mirror, just a quick glance, but each knew what was on the other's mind.

"Say Sandy, I think Zoe is feeling a little bit embarrassed about her orgasm. Why don't we show her that it's nothing to be ashamed of and that we're just as close as she was."

Zoe looked up at the two women in the mirror, her mother and Miss Green, all three of them naked, with collar and tie and this insane butt plug tail up their bumholes.

Eva Green began to stimulate her clit and Sandy cautiously followed suit, looking toward her daughter almost for approval. 

"Oh God, God yes, oh my God, oh my God, oh, oh, ohhhhh! Ahhhh!" Miss Green climaxed within just a few seconds of beginning her manipulation.

"Oh fuck!" yelled Mrs. Aames.

"Mom!" said Zoe, shocked to hear her mother use such a coarse word.

"Fuck! Me too! Oh fuck, fuck. Fucketty fuck fuck. Ohhhhh!" she roared. "Ohhh... boy, that was a whopper!"

Embarrassment. Humiliation. Contentment.

That was the absurdity of the whole situation that had befallen women in recent years, brought about through a militant feminist agenda gone awry. It was like the vegetarian-slash-vegan thing from a few years back, their slogan of 'rather go naked than wear fur'.

The popular actress from The Big Bang Theory, the adorable Kaley Cuoco, who by merely mentioning in passing that she considered herself just an old fashioned girl at heart, who enjoyed taking care of her husband and was hardly a feminist at all, had caused all hell to break loose.

Of course, the media was the first to pick up on this, the immediate backlash, all the idiot commentators on the internet with big mouths and little else, they'd all jumped on the bandwagon to condemn her for daring to setback the feminist movement. It was just symbolic of the whole shambolic mentality of militant nutters, often doing things just because they were the opposite of what men did.

Well sadly, they just went too far in the end, extreme became the new mainstream and no one dared speak out anymore. It wasn't the men who had done this to women, it was the women themselves, female empowerment, the woman's body, the temple, the goddess within.

Of course the government were afraid of them, the sheer momentum of the movement, all swept along on a climate of fear. Don't speak out, don't have an opinion which differs from the mainstream, you'll get labelled and harassed by every loud mouth in the land.

And in the early days, it was those who had spoken out that were targeted. Those women at the very beginning had been given a choice. Persist with their unpopular opinion and be shunned from society, in the process becoming a target of militant smear campaigns, or repent and show to the whole world that they were feminist and proudly so, so proud in fact, they'd rather go naked than cling on to dated patriarchal beliefs.

Now, three years later, after the first woman strode out in public completely naked, except for her collar and tie (the perceived symbol of male bias in the workplace, now reclaimed for women) and the tail (a phallic symbol that had to be reversed so as not to resemble a penis and stand tall and proud at all times unlike the wilting penis of 'the man' after he's got what he wanted and just rolled over and left the woman completely unfulfilled), the project had finally been opened up to include the under twenty-ones.

And seeing as Zoe had turned 18 in September, right at the beginning of the school year, she was a perfect candidate. And her mother was enrolled as were all mothers of candidates in the 18-21 age bracket.

To refuse entry was to be unfeminist. Yes, that was a word now. We'd had racist and misogynist, homophobe and anti-semite. Being branded as one of those could ostracise members from society and open them up to hate-crime charges, fines and maybe even prison sentences. So the women just had to go along with it. Pray that it wouldn't happen to them, but grin and bear it, if it did. Anything else would be unfeminist.

Public nudity laws had been struck down and the Second Amendment to the Declaration of Female Empowerment had stated that at any given time, one percent of all adult women should be naked, to prove to one and all that the female was superior in every way to the male. Initially, all women between the ages of 21 and 65 were automatically registered and if selected would have to complete a mandatory twelve months of nudity.

One percent of the adult female population, 1 in 100, that was 1 in 200 of all adults, when both male and female were counted, or 1 in 300 of the whole population when under 18s were factored in too. That's how rare a sight a naked female was in the street. If you were to see 1500 people in a typical day, five of them would be naked women.

So that was how three women came to be standing in a bathroom, naked, wearing a collar and tie and, of course, a tail, all three of them wet between their legs from orgasm, all three of them destined to live naked for the foreseeable future.

The bathtub had a shower nozzle attachment and Mrs. Aames was the first into the bath. If her husband and son were going to be seeing her dressed like this, they would not be seeing, or indeed smelling, the dried cum that was all over the inside of her upper thighs.

"Do you mind if I join you, Sandy? Freshen up?"

"Of course Miss Green, I'm sorry, I mean Eva."

Miss Green stepped into the bath and Sandy Aames handed her the nozzle so she could wash between her legs. Sandy grabbed a bottle of liquid soap and squirted it liberally onto her palm and passed the bottle to Eva, then began to massage it into her pubic region, building up a frothy lather.

As Zoe stood there watching the two older women washing their pussies, she felt her own pussy tingle again. She hadn't actually touched it, like the others had done and she was fairly certain that if she did, she would have a bigger orgasm than the one on the stairs. She huffed heavily and darted out of the room.

"Zoe?"

Zoe ran into her bedroom and shut her door behind her, leaning back against the door, feeling the hairs of the tail rub against her back. She tugged on both her nipples that were bigger than they'd ever been in her life and shut her eyes.

Letting one hand drift down to her clit, she continued to play with her nipples while simultaneously pushing her backside into the door, shifting her butt cheeks from side to side to bring the butt plug inside her to life.

In the bathroom, alone together, it gave Mrs. Aames a chance to speak in confidence to Miss Green.

"I worry for her, Eva. Going to school naked. It's going to be very hard."

"You can't help but worry, you're her mother, it's only natural. But I think she'll surprise you. Zoe is the youngest woman I've ever had to initiate into the scheme and I can tell you Sandy, she's handling it better than so many women, twice her age. And beautiful women, confident women, strong business women, women with big breasts. I've seen all kinds just fall into a heap and not want to get up. She's already ahead of those women, Sandy. But you know what else?"

"What?"

"I make the follow up visits, as I will be doing for you and Zoe. I've witnessed first hand the changes in those women, women who got broken down like soldiers in boot camp, but who built themselves back up stronger and more determined than ever. You wouldn't believe the sheer number of women who thank me and continue to write to me long after their involvement is over and they've gone back to wearing clothes. They don't go back to their old life, just dialling it in anymore, they want more. And this scheme gives them that. It lets them know they can be more than they ever thought they could and they don't have to settle for less."

Mrs. Aames smiled as she switched off the hot water.

"She'll be fine. And you know something else? The women who go through this, who complete their twelve months of nudity, their earning potential is actually greater than that of their male counterparts, in every vocation. They get promoted faster, they get taken more seriously and they command greater respect. Greater respect than women who don't partake and greater respect than men."

There was a thud. The two women jumped out of the bath and ran dripping across the hallway to Zoe's room. Not even bothering to knock, Mrs. Aames turned the handle of her daughter's door. They stopped dead when they saw Zoe lying slumped on the floor, all twisted and flushed and sopping with her hand in her vagina and a smile from ear to ear.

Zoe opened her eyes. "Oh, hi Mom, hi Miss Green. I hope I didn't scare you. I think I may have passed out then for a second."

"Are you okay sweetie?"

"I'm fine Mom," said Zoe, her voice dreamy and content. "Are my legs still there? I'm not sure I can feel them, I'm not sure I can feel anything except the electricity up my spout."

"Zoe!" Mrs. Aames was shocked at her daughter's choice of words. "Come on, let's get you up and showered. Your Dad will be home soon."

"Oh that's nice. I like Dad. Do you like Dad, Mom?"

"I like him very much, Zoe. Now come on, up sweetie."

"Oh Mom, you need to relax more. Take things easy." As she said that, her pelvis began to spasm once more. Her fingers were still stimulating herself inside and she'd found a new spot, just a little ways back on the roof of her vagina that was just a little spongy and a little more ribbed. It sure was a nice spot, they really should give it a name, she thought to herself.

Miss Green had to cover her mouth with her hand to stop from laughing, but the more she tried not to, the more she began to shake and the more she tried to stifle the laugh, the stronger the urge felt until she reached a point where she really couldn't prevent it. She burst out laughing.

"Mmm, you sure are pretty Miss Green. You should laugh more often."

"Thank you," she said, still chuckling. "Zoe, you're very pretty too."

"I am?" She thought about it a second. "I am, aren't I?"

Mrs. Aames got down on her knees and leant over her daughter. "You certainly are, my love." She went to kiss her daughter on the cheek but Zoe turned and kissed her mother on the lips.

"Mmm, so soft. You have lovely lips, Mom, I should kiss you more."

"Come on, my dreamy little angel, let's get you washed up."

Miss Green helped Sandy get Zoe to her feet and then walked her to the bathtub, helping her step in. Mrs. Aames sprayed the nozzle between her daughter's legs and then squirted the soap into the palm of her hand and washed her daughter between her legs for the first time since she was a little girl.

Holding her mother's hand to step out of the bath, Miss Green was standing by with a towel to help dry Zoe.

Since they were upstairs, it was time to go sort through their clothes. Mrs. Aames went to her room and began emptying her closets and drawers onto her bed and Zoe did the same in her room. Miss Green stepped outside and returned to her van to fetch some storage bags.

Mrs. Aames looked at the clothes she wouldn't be seeing for some time, stroking the fabric and smelling them, to give her a memory to cling to. Opening her underwear drawers, she just scooped everything right out and plonked them down onto the bed.

She looked over her shoulder and saw that Miss Green had brought her some vinyl bags with zips and handles.

"Eva? What about my shoes?"

"Oh, they can stay, Sandy. They're not the comfort blanket that clothes are. I know they can be tempting, but I'm sure no one will mind if you try them on in your bedroom every once in a while."

"Oh, okay. That's good because..." She opened up her wardrobe for Miss Green to see inside. "I don't think you brought enough bags for all of these."

"Oh my goodness!" Miss Green was shocked to see there must have been at least 200 pairs of shoes and boots in there. "You like your shoes, Sandy, I'll say that."

"I love my shoes. They're like a second daughter to me."

"Well, don't let Zoe hear you say that."

"Say what?"

Miss Green turned to see Zoe standing behind her.

"Oh, you mean Mom's shoes! Yeah, she gives some of them names, you know!"

"I do not!" Sandy playfully gave Zoe a slap on her bottom.

Zoe laughed. "Are those for me?" she asked, pointing to the bags Miss Green was holding.

Zoe disappeared off into her room again and Mrs. Aames remarked at the change in her daughter's demeanour from an hour earlier. From the pits of despair to an apparent high.

"It'll wear off, I'm afraid. It's not unusual for her to breeze through the five stages of loss so quickly... denial, anger, bargaining, depression, then acceptance, but that's just to the news really, that she's had to absorb. It'll sink in later this evening, when she's in bed that this is really happening to her and that tomorrow she is going to have to go out into the world naked and interact with people she knows, students, teachers, boys, members of the public. Then it will hit her harder and these first few weeks will be rough. As they will for you too Sandy. But just as she's breezed through the five stages today, she'll do it again, only it won't just be to the idea of living naked, as it is today, it will actually be acceptance of naked living."

"So, this is an artificial high right now and she's going to crash?"

"You both are. And while I will be there for you both, this is something that basically you and you alone are going to have to come to terms with. You forget, I've been there myself, I speak from experience."

"I just don't know how I'm going to face my husband and son."

"How old is your son?"

"He's twenty-five."

"And he still lives at home?"

"He likes his home comforts. Here, he has the roof over his head paid for, he has a chef, a maid, a nurse and a mom all rolled into one. I don't think he'll ever leave, not while he gets to see his mom and baby sister naked all day."

"He may surprise you too, Sandy. In my experience, the men of the family really step up to support their women. They become extra protective. They just don't realise, that after being out there, naked in the world, we just don't need it. But it's nice all the same."

Mrs. Aames looked at the time, they'd be home soon. "What about a watch? To keep track of the time?"

"You mean, to wear? That's fine. That's jewellery, that's fine, wedding ring, watch, earrings, any piercings really, all fine, just so long as they are not overpowering and being used to cover your nudity in any way."

"But what about winter? When the weather gets colder. Or when its raining."

"Outside, you're just going to have to make a run for it. Spend as little time out in the cold and wet as possible. The place where you work and Zoe's school have both been informed and will have facilities on site for you to dry yourself and get warm."

"They knew? Before I did? They took delivery of a full body drier last week. I had to sign for it."

"They did know, but they didn't know who. Tomorrow... they will know who!"

"So it's just going to be me naked there?"

"I'm afraid so, Sandy. But I'm sure you'll do fine. You're a strong woman and I have absolutely no doubt, that no matter what you're going through, your thoughts are going to be for your daughter and not yourself. You'll do it, because you'll know that she's doing it."

Mrs. Aames reached out to Miss Green and the two women hugged.

"I know I've only known you a couple of hours Eva, but I feel like we're old friends already."

"We are Sandy. We are friends now. And I think we always will be."

Zoe burst into the room dragging two full bags of her clothes behind her. "I'm done. How about you Mom?"

"Just finishing up sweetie. Will you give your Mom a hand?"

"Sure Mom."

As the three women filled five large bags with Sandy Aames' clothes, the minutes ticked by, inching ever closer to six o'clock, the time that the men of the house usually got in.

Standing by the kitchen table once more, Miss Green ran through her checklist. The spare collar and tie for Zoe to wear to school was on the table, so too the catalogue. Both women had made a note of Miss Green's phone number in their mobiles and the seven bags of clothes waited by the front door.

"Okay then, I guess we'd better get these out to the van."

"Outside?" Zoe asked, the realisation dawning on her that she wasn't going to be spending the next year inside the relative safety of her own house.

Mrs. Aames took hold of her daughter's hand. "We can do this baby. You and me, one step at a time, in it together."

Zoe clenched her mother's hand and took a deep breath as Miss Green opened their front door to the outside world. Picking up her briefcase, she also caught hold of one of the clothes bags and stepped outside, walking around to the back of the van, passing Harold and Ray on the way. She put the first bag in the van and then opened the door and handed her briefcase to Ray, then went back into the house.

"There's six bags left. That's two each ladies. Are you with me?"

Letting go of each other's hands, they each picked up two bags and Miss Green strode out of the house with her head held high. As she reached the front gate, she turned and waited for Sandy and Zoe to follow her lead which, tentatively, they did, Sandy leading, Zoe following. Two brave women.

As they reached the gate, Miss Green spoke. "Heads up ladies. We are not ashamed of who we are or what we have. Just think of Julie Andrews in the Sound of Music... 'I have confidence in confidence alone, which as you can see means I have confidence in me.' Just keep saying it to yourself as you walk down the street. It's incredibly effective."

Mother and daughter took her advice and kept their heads high as they noticed the two men in the parked van watching their every move. Their tails swished as their hips sashayed and they carried their clothes to the back of the van, hoping they wouldn't be seen by their neighbours, although they'd all see soon enough. They placed their bags inside and said their goodbyes. Miss Green added the final two bags and closed the van doors.

Taking them back into their house, all that was left was to wish them good luck and give them a hug goodbye.

"Would you like me to wait until your husband and son return home, so that I can answer any questions they may have, or is that something you'd prefer to handle as a private family moment?"

"I think we'll manage Eva and... well, if my son sees you, I don't think he'll leave his room all evening. He'll be in there masturbating as if he was thirteen all over again! At least with just his mother and sister, there's a chance, he'll find that a bit more unappealing."

"Again Sandy, he may surprise you. And you him!"

Eva wrapped her arms around Sandy and gave her a firm hug, pressing her mammoth breasts into Sandy's more modest offerings. "Call me if you need me, day or night."

I will."

"Promise me."

"I promise."

She turned to Zoe and took each of her hands in her own, stepping back to admire Zoe's body.

"You are a beautiful young lady Zoe Aames and you are going to have a lot of teenage boys drooling and fantasizing about you by the end of the week. I bet there won't be a single boy in your year who won't have beat one out to the thought of you in your collar and tie and your pretty little tail."

Zoe blushed at the thought.

"Don't let any of them manhandle you Zoe. If they try to touch you, tell them to stop, go tell a teacher or call me. They will all be handed a leaflet about what's happening and will be made fully aware of the consequences of their actions if they step out of line. You'll be safe Zoe, but don't be afraid to speak up if you feel threatened."

"Okay Miss Green, I will."

"Would you like to know which of your fellow students will be joining you tomorrow?"

"You know?"

She nodded. "Grace Simpson."

"Grace! She's my best friend. She has tiny boobs too."

"Lucy Ackwood, Tracy Fleet and Marie Gordon."

"Marie? And she's in my class. The other two are in upper 6B."

"Well, I wish you all luck Zoe. And remember, I'm only a phone call away."

"Thank you Miss Green. You've made the best of some awful news. I'm glad it was you who gave it to us."

"You're very welcome Zoe," she said, giving her a warm hug. "You are an inspiring young lady, whom I have every confidence will go far in this world."

The two women bid Miss Green farewell and returned to the kitchen and sat down at the table to await the arrival of Dad and brother.

"Mom?"

"Yes sweetheart."

"I'm scared."

"I know sweetie. I am too."

"Of what? Dad's already seen you naked."

"Is that what you're afraid of baby? Of Daddy seeing you?"

"He's my Daddy. What if he can't handle seeing me like this? What if I... you know... what if I make him uncomfortable... down there."

"Zoe, your father loves you very much. It's going to come as a total shock to him seeing us like this, but your father is your father and he only sees you as his baby girl. You don't have to worry about... you know... down there. That's my job. If he gets a boner, it'll be for his wife, not his daughter."

"If?" Zoe smiled and began to giggle. "Mom, you're a knockout. And in this get up, Mikey's going to have a boner for you too."

"Mikey gets a boner from any girl with a pulse. Actually, come to think of it, pulse is optional. I've seen him get boners for cartoon characters! He can't help it, he's a boy and boys are not like us. Could you imagine if it was them who had to be naked in public? We'd be stepping in semen everywhere!"

"Mom!" Zoe continued to giggle. "That's so naughty."

They heard the footsteps on the front porch and the keys in the front door engaging the lock. This was it - the moment of truth. Would it be her son or her husband who was first through the door and first to see them? Mrs. Aames squeezed her daughter's hand. And waited...

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Hi everyone, I hope you enjoyed this story, feel free to vote and comment if you did (or even if you didn't!)

I know there's a wild anti-feminist viewpoint in the middle. It's not meant to be taken seriously, it was all a bit tongue in cheek - there simply are no legitimate ways to build up to a society that is accepting of mandatory female nudity unless you take a few leaps away from reality and this was the only semi-original idea I could come up with at the time.

I would just like to say thanks to Cassie Brooks (if that's her real name) for looking so cute and adorable in a white shirt collar and a short red tartan tie (and nothing else), that it gave me the idea for that part of the story. Don't ask me where the tail came from, I literally have no idea!

Anyway, that's all for now

Love Zoe.

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