Chapter 9: Unexpected Encounters Unveiled

Leaving Dr. Ankin’s office felt like stepping out of one reality and into another, where confusion and uncertainty reigned supreme. While I was aware of my nudity, holding my clothes over my arm into the sea of people. The meeting, coupled with the surreal video chat with my family, left me feeling disoriented and emotionally drained.

One of the reasons I decided to stop at Dr. Ankin’s office was to streamline my appointments before the impending drive home through freezing temperatures. Only to leave her office bewildered, naked with the appointment dates I had before entering her office.

I clung to my clothes, still holding them without bothering to slip them on, as I walked through the corridor. The unwanted stares and comments about my public nudity only heightened my anxiety, and my mind buzzed with a cacophony of thoughts and emotions that were too much to process all at once.

Entering Dr. Ankin’s office earlier was against my better judgment. Despite the heavy air of tension and my instincts urging me to flee, I reluctantly complied with her request to disrobe, feeling exposed and powerless in that vulnerable moment.

The impending drive home through the snowfall in Overlook, Colorado, weighed heavily on my mind and was more dangerous than enclosed in those lounge chairs. The allure of those chairs and the sinister danger they represented held a strange fascination despite the tragic deaths of the past and present.

My encounter with Zoe, the face I had seen protruding from one of the chairs on the first day at the pool, marked a turning point in my life. It was a moment of reckoning, confronting the harsh realities of my existence, but also unexpectedly led to friendship and solidarity.

As I delved deeper into the mysteries surrounding the chairs, the unsettling realization that I was willing to follow through with the screening process despite the risks gnawed at me. The legal documents governing our existence render me little more than a pawn in sinister chairs, disposable in the eyes of the authorities.

Yet, amidst the chaos and uncertainty, one thought consumed me: the long drive home to the Rockies, where I would be required to face the harsh mountain air without any form of protection against the elements. The thought of arriving at my family home in the nude, with no exceptions, filled me with dread, keeping me up at night in a panic.

As I made my way to my next class, a palpable sense of unease hung heavy, weighing down my every step. The strange looks and sly comments on my nakedness only served to heighten my anxiety, amplifying the feeling of being scrutinized under a harsh spotlight.

Entering the classroom, I was acutely aware of every gaze upon my exposed form and felt like a weight upon my shoulders. Desperately trying to maintain a façade of normalcy, I clung to my clothes, the fabric a thin shield against the discomfort of my vulnerability.

Avoiding eye contact and tuning out the chatter, I draped my pants over the back of the chair and carefully folded my blouse onto the seat for a barrier. I began to settle into my seat, and the professor entered, commanding attention with her presence.

As the weight of her gaze bore down upon me, I braced myself for the inevitable confrontation. Before I could muster a response, however, a male voice broke through the tension, explaining on my behalf. The room erupted into nervous laughter, a collective release of tension in the face of the unexpected interruption.

As the class progressed, I found it increasingly difficult to focus on the lecture, my mind consumed by a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. Events of the day loomed large in my thoughts, casting a shadow over my attempts to concentrate. Finally, as the class closed, I gathered my belongings.

Reaching the room, I closed the door behind me, shutting out the chaos of the outside world. Zoe sat up from her bed and tossed the clothes with the garments in my bag in the stack of clothes. As I sank onto my bed, I explained everything in the office and the bizarre video conversation with my mother and saw my siblings sitting next to her as if it were perfectly normal.

In a discussion with Zoe, she would have recommended that I didn’t stop at her office like I did. I have been concerned about the prospect of freezing outweighed the placing of my body within those lounge chairs to be used by everyone who sits on them. One slight move of who sits on that chair could be my last, and they have no repercussions if something happened to my life.

Knowing full well that once the sided tape and the bounding straps secured me into place along with locks, there was zero escape from that confinement of any danger. What scares me more about the freezing drive home is my ability to reduce the risk to my life from the elements.

From my first step on the pool deck a short time ago to now, my concern was on the drive home naked to my Rockie Mountain home following the area’s first snowfall that could occur in the upcoming weeks. When Zoe made the suggestion we should go naked for the weekend to that small mountain town of Snowpack, she had been there both dressed and in the nude.

As I gave her a look, she said, “If I am going to survive the first half of the long drive home naked and not die of some panic attack. To know I can survive the drive there and back in the frigid cold on my bare skin. She then showed me where that town was less than an hour away, which shocked me that there were nearby areas with snow below I-40.

In planning our weekend getaway, we discussed the conversation with Dr. Ankins and my family. When she asked, “I mentioned my Dad researching how to build those lounge chairs. She paused and continued, “Why are my siblings so casual talking to you in the nude? In disbelief of that possibility, I quickly dismissed it as it would be out of character.

Zoe told me over the past year, in talking openly with the other guys who repeatedly volunteered to be placed inside those lounge chairs like herself. As I have witnessed and am aware, there can be several ways to react to the grave danger of death inside those lounge chairs. The most common deaths are suffocating and choking due to the vice that keeps the head upwards.

Danger greater for females like myself in addition to the tape placed along the seams designed to turn cement in the heat. Even knowing all that, as I mentioned several times, it is the prospect of freezing to death in what now looks like I will not be able to drive home until the three-day weekend in the middle of October.

I would have to leave on Thursday unless I am willing to tackle the mountain roads after dark there on Friday night. Those mountain roads are bad enough while in the snow with clothes on. I couldn’t imagine all of the danger and coldness of tackling them naked at night.

Zoe reassured me that she was willing to go with me on my trip home and would be with me in the same attire as nothing. I attempted to talk her out of it, but she told me I went to see her family last weekend and remained naked. Plus, referring to me seeing my siblings naked on the video conference was as open to crossing that family boundary in being kinky like hers.