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CHAPTER 8
Tara stood nude just inside her door, tears flowing anew. Today she had found that she had endless amounts of tears and humiliation. Her cute, little apartment had been transformed. The comfy couches with the pretty pillows and cushions had been replaced with hard wooden benches. Her curtains over the window and the sliding glass door to the balcony were removed, allowing anyone who wished to look in.
"Oh God, what else have they done," she said, walking through her kitchen into the living room and onto the bedroom. She gasped again. Her curtains were gone as were all of her pillows, sheets and bedspreads and blankets.
"No, no, please no." She opened her closet and found it empty, no clothes, no shoes, nothing to cover herself. The drawers were equally empty as was her linen closet. The towels in her bathroom were limited to little washcloths and her hamper was even empty. Basically they had taken anything that could possibly be used to shield herself. Even the shower curtain, which had been a pretty flowery pink with a pink liner was just a clear plastic.
She stumbled back into the kitchen and found an envelope on the table with her name on it.
"Tara, hope you do not mind the alterations but it was the only way I could monitor your nudity, to be sure that you were keeping your end of the bargain away from the office. We have also installed surveillance equipment throughout the apartment, all legal and part of the agreement you signed. Also, the lighting is not adjustable by you…after all you can cover yourself in a dark room. We have set the lighting controls so you cannot hide your nudity, again as stated in the contract. Enjoy your new place. I think you will find that the lack of temptations will make life much easier for you.
Tom Vanderkamp
P.S.—Please take care of that pubic patch you have there, it is unsightly. I expect it totally bare every day and trust me there will be ample opportunity to check. After all, what religious nudist would keep her pussy covered from view by all of that hair?"
The nude girl fell to her knees and her whole body heaved in sobs. She laid in the fetal position, unbelieving that her life had changed in such a short time. How could it have happened to her, a modest girl who rarely showed any part of body to anyone? To now be naked and always on display was more than she could bear.
Finally, after almost an hour of sobbing, Tara gathered herself together and got to her feet. A cup of tea was what she needed and put the water on. She grabbed her tea and took it into her room. Laying on the rough fabric of the bare mattress opened up the feeling of aloneness and exposure. She desperately wanted to cover her nakedness but remembered the cameras (where they were, she had no idea and didn't want to think about what they would do with the footage), and just laid there, sipping her tea.
In a few minutes, she fell into a deep, disturbed sleep, dreaming dreams of being in more and more public situations, totally nude and on display. The girl who had always loved sleeping woke unrested and scattered.
The clock read 6:15 a.m., a full hour before she normally woke up. Sometimes, if she got up early, she would go for a run but supposed that was something from her past now, at least for the next year. Instead she decided to go shower and get ready for work. Maybe leaving early would shield her from more eyes, both in the building and at work.
Heading into the shower, she unconsciously started planning her outfit before remembering that there would be no outfit, only what she would be wearing in the shower. Then she remembered his order to remove her pubic hair. It hadn't been much but she felt at least a little covering with it there. Now everything will be on display, looking like she was thrusting everything in people's faces.
She got in, enjoying the warm water and decided that this was her covering, this water and this shower. Little did she know that she was on display here too, with a little camera installed in each corner, not visible to the naïve girl. She washed her hair twice, enjoying the feel of the soap and warm water. She followed that with conditioner and then picked up her razor and shaving cream. Knowing her whole body was going to be on display, she took extra time with her legs and armpits, dreading the extra humiliation of not being bare in those spots. Then came the tough part, shaving her pubes.
Like most girls, she had trimmed her hair there for years, to make sure it fit into a bathing suit and stuff. But she had never been bald there since she first sprouted hair as a 12 year old and felt better with it there. She followed her orders though and began the process.
First she sprayed the cream into her hand and rubbed her pubic mound. Then, taking the razor with one hand, she used the other to spread out the skin. Scrapping carefully, she took most of the hair off of the area. She paid close attention to the area along side her lips and then between her vagina and anus. Finally, after several minutes, she was completely devoid of hair from the eyebrows down and even they were recently thinned. She got out of the shower and dried herself the best she could with the little towels. Grabbing her hair dryer, she spent some time on her body to dry off what the little washcloth could not, and then did her hair. She wanted to leave it down, to protect some things from view, but figured she would get in trouble for that and pulled it up in a ponytail instead.
She applied some makeup, more for her whole mental well being than for anyone else today, and left the bathroom. Naturally, she headed into her bedroom to choose an outfit and get dressed but fought that urge and went into the kitchen, fixing a breakfast of toast, cereal and a banana. Then it hit her, how was she going to go food shopping. Maybe she could shop online and have the food delivered but that cost a fortune, something she did not have yet. No, she reasoned she would soon be traipsing down the aisle of the supermarket nude as the day she was born.
Her normal breakfast didn't feel the same, nor did anything. Not even her apartment felt like hers anymore, not after Mr. Vanderkamp and his men had deleted all of her girly touches and furniture. Not that it was much but that beat-up second hand couch and easy chair were hers, bought by her money.
Her mind started wandering. What would she tell her mother? Her brothers and sisters? When? How she wished she could tell them the truth, that she was doing it to better them all, but she was afraid of Vanderkamp's threat. To have gone through all of this and not get the $10 million would be horrible. No, she would have to bear this alone, a sacrifice worth $10 million.
She had never had many friends, had been too busy working. Her one friend in the area was Theresa, a student at the University who told her about the job, but now they lived two different worlds. Terri was a college student in all senses of the word, partying, studying and fucking every hot guy that moved, not necessarily in that order. They still talked once in a while and Terri brought Tara to a few parties but Tara always had to leave early, get up for work or go to night class. They had drifted but Tara thought she would have to tell Terri at some point soon. After all, the word of the naked girl walking around campus would get around and Terri might be hurt to find out from someone other than her.
Other than that, Tara was alone in the world. No boyfriend to speak of, though she had a feeling she would get a lot of offers very, very soon. But any guy that wanted her now just because she was nude all the time wasn't the kind of guy she wanted. She thought about Mike and his sweetness yesterday. Now that kind of attention might be wanted!
She cleaned her bowl and got ready to leave. Normally that would entail grabbing a sweater and possibly checking her clothes in the mirror. But not today and not for the next 364 days. No, her clothing was only what God provided at her birth.
Tara ignored the mirror, grabbed her little purse and keys, took a deep breath and pushed out into her second nude day.
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