Chapter 4

“More slippery slope?” joked Paul in the staff get-together after dinner.

“That’s not the first orgasm induced by one of the guys,” Julia replied.

“But the most public and the first spanking.”

“You’re right, of course,” Julia admitted. “But again I come back to what was accomplished. Cherry may never be ‘salvageable’. Sophie is right, though. She is the key to the three of them. Regan has a crush, and I believe that will bring her out. If Candace sees Cherry, uh, tamed, shall we say, I believe it will change her.”

“Two out of three ain’t bad, huh?” Ryan quipped.

“I haven’t given up, but considering where they came from, it’s not bad at all. Now, about our newest Tee employee. I really think we will use him more at Jennie’s in the long run.”

“I have to admit that he is a natural,” Ryan said. “The women think he walks on water. He now has about twenty wannabe mothers.”

“Or maybe they’d rather be his mistresses,” Muriel suggested to a chorus of laughs. “For an under-developed fifteen-year-old, he has a weird sex appeal. I’ve got to tell you about his practice shaving session with Mona...”

“Now, for our ever-evolving plan for the Jameson women,” Julia went on. “I want to mix some humiliation, some subjugation, with some pampering. We’re off to a good start. You’ll never guess what Margo Ballard wants to do...”

Three times during the night, Randy got up to put ointment on Cherry’s ass. She slept on her stomach with nothing over her. The first time, he just started spreading the salve softly. The touch and the cool feeling startled her awake and he decided that was not the best approach.

The second time, he took her hand and squeezed until she awoke. “Go and pee and I’ll do your bottom again,” he ordered. She did as she was told.

There was some discussion of Randy skipping another day of school. Instead, he did her bottom very early, then again just before leaving for school. The second time, there were kids all over, and Cherry’s face became almost as red as her ass had been the day before.

During the day, Ryan, Paul, and Ben Ormond took turns with the applications until Randy returned home. Dale had classes most of that day. Randy repeated the late-night care for two more nights before Cherry was able to sit carefully.

All through the week, Trip had brought all of Regan’s homework with him and had offered to help her if she needed it. Monday, with her pussy newly bare, she could not look him in the eye, but he stayed close by and she eventually let him help her.

It had been easy to get Candace a week of vacation, but an offer to supply a temp to do her bookkeeping work even saved those vacation days.

The women had not been told that they would resume work or school the next Monday. That little extra worry was considered an appropriate part of the punishment.

After quite a bit of discussion among the staff, Randy asked Candace to come to his room Saturday morning. Nancy was standing nearby, so Candace did not even think about refusing.

He closed the door and said “Mother, it has been decided that you need another pussy shave. We don’t want you to look poorly groomed when you serve on Sunday.”

At first, Candace nearly fainted from the shock of realizing what was ahead of her. Then, she started to protest, but he talked over her. “Depending on how well you behave, this will be the last time. Now, this can be very quick and easy if you just cooperate. Will you?”

Yielding in a way that gave great encouragement to those watching, she moaned “Hell, my life is ruined, I’ll lose my job - what do I care if half the world sees my bare crotch?”

“I can guarantee that you will not lose your job, Mother. Sit on the edge of the counter in the bathroom.”

He did go about it more quickly than before, but the intimacy of just the two of them in the closed room made it more shocking for her. He could smell her faintly before he even started, and the strength of the aroma increased rapidly. The slickness made shaving trickier, especially with such short stubble. While applying the lotion, he found her quivering and breathing raggedly. When she let out a little whimper, he took that as a request.

With his firm squeeze of her button, she shrieked, went rigid, and began shaking. Losing her balance, she slipped off of the counter and he had to hold her up. Taking advantage of her disorientation, he helped her to his bed. Pummeling her sensitive organ in a way that he expected to cause pain, he was amazed that another climax started.

In the midst of his years of abuse, Randy had often fantasized about returning something of what they had done to him. Despite the changes in his thinking and feeling since coming to Lindsey’s, the current situation was a huge temptation.

Nancy’s threats of a butt plug gave him an idea. His finger already slippery from her secretions, he was about to put it inside her for more lubrication when he caught himself. Everything he had done to the women so far had been instructed by those in charge, clearly deserved, or implicitly asked for. That included the two major orgasms he had just given his mother. He would not violate those limits. He would not let himself be like them.

When Candace once again regained control of herself, she curled into a fetal ball and started crying. That validated his decision to stop. She was possibly humiliated, but definitely confused. Over and over he had heard how confusion was a vital weapon in breaking through long-held views and prejudices. He left his room quietly.

It was at that point that he noticed with wonder that he was completely flaccid. It was definitely not arousal that was driving him.

As she had been almost continuously since the Jameson women arrived, Nancy was there. Actually, that day she was subbing for all of the other staff who were at the retreat. Randy hurried to tell her what had happened. “Randy, you reacted perfectly,” Nancy encouraged. “I imagine the urge to rape her was very strong.”

“Oh, no! Not that. Nancy, I was soft the whole time.”

“Really. That’s wonderful. Randy, I’m certain that what you did will have a lasting effect on her. I need to tell Julia.”

After about forty minutes, Nancy went in and got Candace out of Randy’s room so he could order Cherry in there. She was still in her confused, uncommunicative state. It was almost like shaving a manikin. He did not try to make any but the essential conversation.

It had not been discussed with the staff, but Sophie, Muriel, and Randy all thought it a good idea. When Regan was brought into Randy’s room, Trip was there, looking almost panic-stricken.

At his sister Essie’s insistence, Trip had practiced by shaving her earlier that morning. That was not nearly enough to make him confident, though.

As Regan stood in shock, looking between the two boys, Randy told her “Your pussy hair is pretty stubbly, Regan. If you behave, this will be the last shave. Trip has been so helpful to you that I’m going to let him shave you. Of course, you may decide to let him do that every week, but that’s up to you.”

Regan pretty much short-circuited. Instead of sitting on the counter, Randy got her spread on the end of the bed. According to Randy’s prior instructions, Trip took a long time and did a lot of squeezing, stretching, and pulling on her labia. Brushing or pressing on her clit was almost constant. Trip did not get to do anything specifically to get her over. As he was rubbing in the lotion at the end, she went off.

The Sunday noon dinner crowd was as large as the week before. The week to get accustomed to being bare before all of those people was not nearly enough. All three women were frequently on the verge of tears, and only Nancy’s constant fierce presence kept them from bolting.

Transformations Staff Retreat: Mid June

Conversation over breakfast at the Transformations June staff retreat was very upbeat after Julia’s intro. Gretchen and Carol produced their usual tasty and nutritious meal. It was served buffet style, and the need to get up to fetch food promoted a relaxed atmosphere.

It was Frank who called for attention as most people were finished with all but coffee. He held up a bundle of papers in each hand. “All of these are applications from women who want to come to the Tee. The ones in this hand include checks.” He paused for the reactions to settle down.

“But for a very few exceptional cases, women are only admitted to the Tee by referral from a professional. These women,” and he waved the papers again, “want to come here for the physical benefits. It is doubtful any of them would warrant a referral, although we have not investigated specific cases.

“Warren Magnuson is at heart a businessman, an entrepreneur. To him, these unsolicited applications represent a market. But he has also committed his skills and resources to charity. He wants to address this market.

“This is just to let you know that the management team will be investigating yet another division of Transformations. I think it would be unwise to say much more right now. We will do nothing to shut off the ‘instant info’ network that seems to have developed around here because we don’t know how.” That produced laughter and knowing looks. “Thus, you will all know everything we know within microseconds.

“As you know, Jenny’s is within a few weeks of opening. You were all told that Jenny would speak to us this morning. One thing you were told, though, was incorrect. Jenny, welcome.”

Jenny had stayed out of the room until then. Having been told that she would be dressed, the others all jumped to their feet and applauded when she walked in naked.

“Being in the public eye the way I am, you realize that I have to be careful,” Jennie said. “I know you are all trustworthy. Please, don’t mention to anyone that I was here - like this.” She indicated her lack of clothes.

“A question that I know has come up often is why make Jenny’s a nude facility. The women coming here won’t necessarily have the same kinds of problems that Tee residents are dealing with. Some of them, in fact, will be suffering from nothing but bad luck.

“In a nutshell, immersion therapy works. These women need a break from distractions and pressures. Of course, because they have children, they can never be completely free of distractions. That is one reason to have Jenny’s right here. Tee residents and Lindsey’s residents will be taking on the burden of child care. That will be an unbelievable lift for the women.

“Many of them will feel torn apart by the myriad details and tasks of trying to head their little family. Most often, they will not have the education and experience to even know all of the things that need to be done, much less how best to do them.

“I can tell you from my own experience that a stressed-out single mother can begin to resent her child. I never quite got to that point, but I could see it happening. Giving the mothers a chance to avoid that resentment and revitalize their relationship with their child will be a wonderful service.

“Many of the women will badly need a restart to their whole lives. Bad parenting, a bad marriage, a de facto rape, poor choices, slavery to their hormones, alcohol, drugs - the list of their baggage is very long. I think the Tee has demonstrated that stripping off clothes is both a symbolic and real way of stripping off other encumbrances.

“My guess is that most of these women will come in with miserable self-images. Many will be in poor physical shape, too. A good number of them will be in the situation they are because they wanted too badly to be desired. The Tee has proven that living naked among both men and women brings about a whole new type of confidence in and acceptance of one’s body and one’s sex appeal. They will leave much less susceptible to the same mistakes.

“There is a more subtle factor that we believe will be important, also. For most of these women, displaying their bodies to men has led to their current predicament. They undressed, their men reacted sexually, they got pregnant. To have a chance at a fulfilling married life when they leave here, the women must realize that there is much more than that in a male/female relationship. Displaying their bodies here will not result in a replay of what put them in their predicament. Their bodies will be appreciated, but as a part of their whole person. I guess what I am saying is that being naked with men around will help them keep their sex appeal in proper balance with the rest of their persona.

“The last reason is by no means trivial. I see this whole complex as a healing community. It is a place of rebirths - restarts. A cornerstone principle of this community is nudity. I want the place with my name to be part of a proven, successful community. Nudity goes with that, so I would be a fool to even question it.

“Now, since the residents will be mothers with children, some rules and policies must necessarily be different. I guess that is what the next group discussion will be about.”

Jenny stayed around and spent time with the four groups that were considering different aspects of Jennie’s operation.

In addition to setting up the facility with her name, Jenny had made a major contribution to the whole complex. During the first summers of operation, the Tee women had stayed indoors because there was no secure outdoor area. Jenny donated a beautifully landscaped area complete with pool, walking path, play equipment for the children, plenty of outdoor furniture, several flower beds, and many, many trees.

The outdoor area was accessible from both the Tee and Jenny’s. After lengthy discussion and consultation, it was decided that the women from the two sections should be allowed to mix freely outdoors.

In the original construction, no outdoor area had been included because of concerns about visibility. Now, walls or evergreens had been placed to screen off the view from everywhere but overhead. The key question had been ‘so what if an aircraft, drone, or satellite gets pictures? It’s no secret that this is a nude place, and no individual woman can be identified.’ Advances in optics may have made the last assumption false, but the ‘patio’ was built anyway and was already in use by the Tee women.

Lindsey’s: Mid June

It was not until they were awakened quite early Monday morning that Candace and Regan were told that they were going to work and to school.

“But I don’t have any clothes!” came from the two almost simultaneously.

It was Nancy who had awakened them, and she told them “When there is just time to get dressed, there will be clothes for you - nice clothes. Now listen up! If we find out that you have told anyone, and I mean ANYONE where you have been staying and what has happened to you, this will all be wasted. You will go right back to the DA. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?”

The women nodded frantically. Nancy still terrified them.

It was funny to watch Candace and Regan as they hurried through breakfast and set about doing faces and hair. All the while, they kept looking toward their beds, wondering when they would get clothes. They probably had a fear that they would be made to leave naked. After their week, anything seemed possible.

Margo was staying out of sight, watching. Two of the girls managed to sneak in and lay clothes on the beds unnoticed. It was hilarious the way Regan saw the clothes, shouted, and both she and her mother dashed to the beds.

Shoes were a risk, but Margo had managed to carefully match sizes from their home, and the new ones were very flexible and unlikely to irritate. Bras were also tricky, but the idea of them having to wear whatever was provided was too choice to pass up.

There was little time for evaluation by the two subjects. Faith told Candace she was waiting for her, and Regan was told the van was ready to leave for school. Sending her on the van with the other kids might give away where she was living. However, having her spend the school day as one of them but evenings and weekends as a naked servant was considered a valuable contrast. At that point, anything that put the women off balance and confused them was worth a try.

Regan ended up between Trip and Essie on the bench seat of the van. They were barely moving when Essie asked Regan in a stage whisper “Did he make you come when he shaved you?”

Regan flushed with both embarrassment and anger. “Does everyone know?”

“Oh, no,” Essie assured her. “He practiced by shaving me. That’s how I know. Did he?” Regan flushed brightly and nodded. The two girls broke into giggles that drew the attention of the other three in the van.

It was a surreal day for Regan. In some ways, she had adapted to her naked existence readily. The former normalcy of a day at school was now jarring. Worse yet was her return to Lindsey’s. Nancy met her at the entrance and told her to leave her clothes right there. It was almost like the first time all over.

It had been decided that the women would not be asked about the clothes. If something was really wrong, they would just have to tell someone.

Because it was summer and Cherry had not enrolled in Summer school, something was needed to fill her time. Late Monday morning, she was sent to work in the kitchen. Because of health regulations, of course, she had to wear a Tee uniform. The plan was to wake her early Tuesday and Wednesday and have her join the early employee’s at the Tee. After lunch, she was to spend time hearing several stories of the Tee residents. She would be nude for those assignments. Thursday, she would again help in the main kitchens.

STAFF

“I guess we should have seen this coming,” Frank said to open the Transformations weekly staff meeting the Monday after the retreat.

“Lately, we have been flooded with inquiries, pleas, and even enclosed checks from women who want in. The problem is that most of these women have never seen a psychologist or psychiatrist and have none of the qualifications for admission except for a strong desire to improve their bodies.”

“We’ve talked frequently about another section aimed at just those women,” Julia commented. “It always came down to not wanting the appearance of having both a ‘psyche ward’ and a ‘nudie fat farm’.”

“Not to sound mercenary, but there appears to be a real market for a ‘nudie fat farm’ using the principles of Transformations,” Frank stated. “Remember, it is the psychological changes that we count as our major victories, but almost every woman who leaves here looks better than she ever thought she could. And we all realize that the psychological and physical changes are closely linked.”

“I’m guessing that you have a plan, or at least a concept,” Paul interjected.

“Good guess,” Frank answered with a chuckle. “We have lots of land and a good access road. What if we constructed a free-standing complex just for the ‘beauty-only’ clientele?”

“What would be the similarities and differences?” Julia asked.

“The way I see it, the differences would be a much shorter list. First of all, I think we would have to cater to ‘work-release’ residents,” Frank explained. “Uh, uh! I know that’s a jail term. If anyone can think of a better one, please do.”

“That means we lose some eating control,” Gretchen quickly pointed out, ignoring the term.

“You know, I have thought about that,” Julia said. “Our approach is to bring about physical improvement - permanent physical improvement - through lifestyle change. If we have a woman who undoes our good eating discipline while away at her job, she will likely never make the necessary permanent lifestyle changes, anyway. If we did this, though, that would have to be a major ‘indoctrination’ topic. What other differences, Frank?”

“Mainly admission criteria,” was his response. “With Transformations, our referring professionals mostly do the screening for us. In many cases, the client’s need is so great that few other considerations weigh against her need for help. That is not the case for the new division. We will have to talk seriously about criteria.”

“Despite my opposition to previous suggestions about this type of service, I want to reinforce what Frank said earlier about how the psychological and physical are closely linked,” Julia broke in. “For the Tee, as it is today, the woman must have something that severely limits or even endangers her future before she is a candidate. This new division would only require evidence of a strong, sincere desire to improve herself physically. Oh, and meeting any other qualifications we set up.”

“You talk about the new division as if it is definitely going to happen,” Gretchen observed.

“Gerald has money he wants to put into it,” Frank stated.

Muriel shook her head rather dramatically. “With all of the weight loss programs out there, it is hard for me to believe women would want to invest that much, and have to run around naked, besides.”

“Muriel, I think you know the answer to that,” Julia said with a chuckle. “We women love being naked. That’s the bottom line. I would guess that the titillation and that atavistic desire to put our bodies on display will be a big marketing factor.”

“And don’t forget,” Paul added, “our public image right now could not be much better. Thanks to you, Julia & Frank, we have gotten through controversies and attacks with such obvious class that I believe everyone views us as completely professional - even those who do not like what we do.”

“Thank you for that, Paul,” Julia said with a smile. “I agree that we are riding a wave of approval right now. I like to think that because what we do works, that wave will be permanent. I am not that naive, however. Everything goes in cycles. I have been trying to think if there are ways that the new division could damage our image.”

Ryan responded to that. “I think we have talked about that already - the admission criteria. Our current good image was built with an almost unbroken string of successes. We need to do everything we can to weed out potential dropouts and failures for the new division. You know how the press jumps on anything negative nowadays.”

“We have not had the first failed client doing an ‘expose’, yet,” Muriel pointed out. “That is bound to happen, though.”

“Actually, I expected far more of that by this point,” Julia admitted. “I guess we should just enjoy the ‘honeymoon’ as long as we can. At this point, I don’t think we can marshal enough negatives to scrap the concept.”

There was an extended pause as everyone pondered the finality of Julia’s statement.