Chapter 1

“GIRLS DON’T NEED MODESTY” (1959) Mental Hygiene Film, Produced by C.W. Neff & W.H. Sheldon, and Narrated by Ian Neff, B.S. in conjunction with W.H. Sheldon Disciplinary Academy for Girls and Kellogg’s Ladies Institute for Tradition, Sponsors Include Kellogg’s, Coppertone, Band-Aid, and Graham Crackers, with special thanks to the Fort Gilead Jezebelles who were volunteered by their parents to participate in this production.

All illustrations were created by me with A.I assistance but heavily edited. This one is inspired by the classic Domestic Bliss art and mental hygiene films where the viewer took a front row seat or a Peeping Tom’s eye view from the homes of the families that lived next door to you in every town, everywhere in modern middle America 1959.

Join Ian Neff and Lucky his steadfast cameraman as we explored the female condition and introduce the latest in understanding the female mind through proven discipline concepts such as P.I.G., S.O.W., M.O.M., and of course H.O.L.E.

Let’s take a look what the Carter family are up to today. It seems Claire Carter is out with a boy, Calvin her twin brother is at a Gallant Patrol meeting, and Arthur Carter is freshening up after a long day of work.

Ian is met at the door by a prominent member of the Peach Valley P.T.A, and Gay Women’s Auxiliary, Belinda Carter, Her daughter Melanie is the one that Ian is there to interview in his first self-contained featurette as we tried to determine if Melanie is a Girlfailure or a Girlwonder.

FIRST FEATURETTE: Be A Melony Melanie

“Melanie, come downstairs and show Doctor Neff your titties, dear,” Melanie’s mother Hazel shouted upstairs firmly but politely. It was 1959, at the peak of the (DBHH) Domestic Bliss Happy Housewife Movement, otherwise known as “the good old days,” to many.

Melanie’s mother smiled graciously at the Doctor while he sipped the tea that she had just graciously served him. She wore a lovely green short-sleeve shirtwaist dress with white collar and apron that came up above the knee like most wives wore at home back then. She also wore four-inch-high heels, and her hair and makeup were perfect even though she had no idea that Ian and his camera man were going to drop by this afternoon.

“My father C.W. Neff is the Doctor. I am still working on my Masters degree,” he admitted. He was a dashing young man in his tweed suit and tie.

“I am so sorry, you look like a Doctor, Mister Neff!”

Ian wore his well-trimmed beard and curled up handlebar mustache just like his father did. His job as a schoolteacher at the W.H. Sheldon Disciplinary Academy for girls offered him a comfortable life as an academic and this was the first scene of the mental hygiene that he planned to shoot for his documentary.

“My father and H.W. Sheldon are research partners, and they asked me to narrate a documentary about girls and modesty. This is my first interview,” he said. This film was one of many that would be collectively categorized as mental hygiene films such as Moral Maturity: Good Girls Can Say Yes, Too, What Makes a Good Party, Should Girls Study Home Economics, and Home Discipline Techniques in the Modern Age.

“Modesty? Girls don’t have any use for that,” Melanie’s Mom said dismissively. “Why was Melanie selected for this interview? Is there something special about her?”

“We plan to focus on Girlfailures who embody all the negative attributes of women and show them how they can be Girlwonders like your daughter,” Ian explained.

She didn’t want to say how astonished and honored she was because Belinda had been raised in the old-fashioned belief that women should remain graceful and demure around house guests. She wanted to jump up and down, but she resisted the urge.

Melanie’s mom wished more than ever that her daughter would hurry down for the interview. “I don’t want to raise my voice again. My husband is home from work, and I don’t want to disturb him unnecessarily. Shall I go check on her?”

“I am sure she’ll be right down,” Ian replied patiently.

“Where is that girl? I swear, if she wasn’t going to be interviewed by you then I’d take her panties down and paddle her myself!”

“Just do whatever you’d normally do, Mrs. Carter,” Ian insisted that it would be far more natural if it didn’t seem staged. Melanie’s mom didn’t fully understand but politely smiled anyway. “Girls have a tendency to operate on their own time.”

Melanie didn’t complain when she was summoned. She was raised in a household that believed girls had little use for modesty, and that the greatest ambition a girl should ever have is to be a good daughter.

The best ambition a good daughter should ever have is to land a good husband so she can be a good wife and start a family and raise good sons and good daughters of her own through her example.

The only reason it had taken her a few minutes to prepare herself was she was squeezing into pantyhose and a girdle, wiggling into heels that were too small, so her feet seemed dainty, applying fresh makeup and perfume.

That, and she had been two fingers deep in the middle of playing with herself while she had the room to herself. She loved sucking the taste of herself off of her fingers after she finished masturbating. Melanie hadn’t been able to reach orgasm which deeply frustrated her, but she enjoyed the taste and smell of her pussy on her fingers and didn’t wash them so it would be there later.

She hoped that didn’t make her a lesbian, because back then it was considered almost as deviant as dating a person of another race.

“Why do you believe girls have no use for modesty, Mrs. Carter?” Ian relaxed in the best chair in the house while she stood in her own living room, oblivious to what Melanie was doing upstairs.

Ian nodded toward his cameraman, Lucky Stroganoff. The lanky cameraman adjusted the lens of the heavy 16mm camera. He’d been a war correspondent and knew how to get a shot quickly.

Mrs. Carter smoothed the front of her apron and looked directly into the camera. Her smile was bright and unforced.

“Just be natural, Mrs. Carter, you can even have a seat if you like,” Ian offered the woman a seat in her own home knowing that most women would never be seated while a male guest was present.

“Thank you, but I’d prefer to stand, Mr. Neff,” she smiled and thought of her words carefully. “Well, Mister Neff, it’s quite simple,” Belinda explained in a clear, measured voice. “Modesty is just vanity wearing a mask. When a young lady tries to hide her body or her actions behind a curtain of privacy, she is usually trying to conceal a flaw in her attitude. Stubbornness, vanity, deceit, or a desire to lollygag instead of being useful. A girl with nothing to hide has no reason to be secretive.”

She gestured toward the stairs with a serene expression as she discussed her attitudes about raising her daughters.

“In our house, we look at a girl’s development the same way we look at a clean kitchen floor or a well-swept driveway. Exposure creates honesty, and when she is older then she can be entitled to dignity, respect and pride but she’s just a silly girl without two thoughts to rub together, and more tits than brains,” Belinda covered her mouth and inhaled as if she were trying to swallow the words after they escaped her mouth.

“It’s quite alright, Mrs. Carter. You’ve done nothing wrong. I’ve heard many reasons why girls don’t need modesty over the years. My father wrote the book on the topic, after all. You could save people the time to read several dry academic chapters on humility and the female mind with your plain and honest talk.”