Chapter 2

I woke up early, probably because I was excited about the day ahead. At first I felt a bit weird when I realised that I was naked but the memories came flooding back and I felt good. I also remembered that I had decided to shave off all my pubic hair and my hand moved to it and I decided that I wouldn’t miss it. I jumped out of bed and went to the bathroom.

Okay, I’d shaved my arm pits, arms and legs every few days but pubes was different. For starters they were thicker hairs and much longer so I had to go and get my sewing scissors to trim them right back before attacking them with my razor. I sat on the side of the bath, spread my legs and got started at the top. As I got to the top of my slit I had to be more careful, I didn’t want to have an accident and damage my clit which seemed to be bigger than the last time that I saw it in a mirror, nor my labia minora. There isn’t much of them but I imagined that it would hurt quite a lot if I accidentally cut them.

As I moved down to around my vaginal entrance I realised that my pussy was tingling and that it was wet.

“My pussy must be liking this.” I thought.

Then it was the shaving cream and the razor. Again I was very careful around my clit and labia but I finally finished the job and looked at myself in the mirror.

“Wow,” I thought, “I look so much younger, but I like it, I hope that Ethan likes it as well.”

I cleaned up all the hairs on the floor then got in the shower. That is where I normally shave my other bits and I had a quick wipe over my pubis with the razor to see what it felt like shaving there in the shower.

I had just finished in the bathroom when the doorbell rang causing me to have a quick panic. I assumed that it was Ethan and I didn’t want to keep him waiting but I didn’t have any clothes to put on and my long hair was still wet so I grabbed two towels, one to wrap my hair in and the other to wrap around myself. I was still tucking the second one in when I got to the door.

“Who is it?” I asked.

“It’s me, Ethan.” The reply came so I opened the door and looked round it to confirm that it was indeed Ethan and that no one else was around.

“Come in.” I said as I stepped from behind the door.

“Sorry, I’m not ready yet.” I said.

“So I see, but I’m early, my fault.”

“I’ll rush, give me five minutes.”

“No Claire, take your time, do you mind if I watch you get ready?”

My first reaction was to say not, that I had to get dressed, but then I remembered that he had seen me naked the previous evening so I said that he could. Just as I was about to turn to walk to my bedroom Ethan stepped right up to me, put his arms round me and kissed me.

Somehow, during the long kiss, the towel round me came un-tucked and fell to the floor. Ethan pulled me closer and I again felt that nice feeling of my naked body on his clothes.

The kiss ended and Ethan stepped back and my hands instantly moved to cover my tits and pussy but Ethan reached for my hands and held them wide apart as he looked up and down my naked body causing me to blush.

“You’re embarrassing me Ethan.” I said.

“You shouldn’t be embarrassed Claire, I saw you naked last night and I came early hoping to see you naked before we went out. I like the new look. To me it makes you look more feminine, I think that pubic hair on a woman is ugly.”

“I’d better shave it every day then. Do you think that the other girls at work shave every day?”

“Those who really care about their appearance will.”

“Well I’m going to care about my appearance from now on, but that will be a struggle until I can sort all my clothes out.”

“Well we’ll try to do something about that today. Now, what’s next for you to get ready?”

“My hair, I need to dry it.”

“I can help you with that.”

And he did. Drying my long hair has always been a bit of a chore but with Ethan helping me it certainly wasn’t a chore. What’s more, sitting naked on my bed with Ethan blowing and brushing my hair was a nice experience, especially as he kept giving my nipples a quick rub or tweak.

When that job was done I went to my underwear drawer and pulled out my briefest pair of knickers and a bra. I turned to Ethan and saw the disappointed look on his face so put the bra back in the drawer and said,

“Baby steps.”

“Baby steps.” Ethan replied and smiled.

They might have been my smallest knickers but they were still big and as I held them to step into them I looked at Ethan again and saw that same disappointed look on his face.

“I can’t go out without knickers on. It would be too embarrassing.”

“Why, who would know, apart from you and me?”

“Do you really think that some of the girls at work don’t wear knickers?”

“I do, in fact Pete told me that Janice was a bit careless one day last week and he saw that she was as bald as you now are.”

“Well in that case, another baby step, but I can’t go without all the time, I need some knickers.”

“We’ll get you some of the type that most girls your age wear, thongs or G-strings.”

“I don’t know that I’ll like wearing those, my butt will be all exposed and that string in my butt crack will feel funny.”

“Your butt won’t be exposed, unless you are going to take your skirt off in public. Anyway, have you seen some of the swimsuits that girls wear these days, bare butts seem to be the fashion these days and I’m sure that some of the girls at work will wear swimsuit that don’t cover their butts and you have a cute little butt that you should be proud to show it to the world.”

“I can’t see that ever happening.”

“Baby steps.”

“Okay, I’ll go knickerless today, but it’s your fault if someone sees my pussy.”

“That would make some ones day.”

“Now, a skirt and top or a dress?” I asked.

“A dress.” Ethan replied, “I like to see girls wearing dresses. Do you have any jeans?”

“No, mother always used to say that women should dress like women, not like men, and at college trousers of any sort were banned so I’ve never got round to getting any jeans.”

“I know that it sound chauvinist and definitely not PC and I would never publicly say so but I agree with your mother.”

That didn’t bother me because I don’t wear jeans, not even shorts when it gets hot. I went to my wardrobe and got out my nicest summer dress. Like all my dresses and skirts the hem ends below my knees and this dress is one of not many that doesn’t have sleeves, just two straps over my shoulders that hide my bra straps, but that wouldn’t be a problem that day.

As I pulled the dress over my head and pulled it down I felt strange, the fabric was rubbing my tits and butt, all of which were bare and were usually covered by my underwear. As I pulled the dress into place I said,

“This feel weird Ethan.”

“I bet that in a couple of hours you will have forgotten that you have no underwear on.”

“I hope so.”

“Okay, shall I go and put the kettle on?”

“And a slice of bread in the toaster please.”

Ethan went off and I finished getting ready. I never wear makeup so that didn’t take any time up and I was soon joining Ethan in the kitchen.

“This is going to feel weird.” I said as I sat at the table.

“It’s a big baby step but I’m one hundred percent sure that in a couple of hours it will feel quite normal.”

“I hope so, I want to be like the other girls so I guess that a little embarrassment and feeling weird on the way is worth it.”

“I’m sure that it is.” Ethan replied.

Fifteen minutes later we were leaving my apartment. As we walked to Ethan’s car I said,

“Definitely weird, the cool morning air is blowing up my dress and tickling me.”

“Does it feel nice.”

“Yes it does, and look at my chest.”

Ethan did then replied,

“It’s to be expected, a lot of girls have pokies.”

“Pokies?”

“Their hard nipples making little tents in their clothes.”

“But it will be embarrassing if anyone other than you sees them.”

“It doesn’t embarrass Mary or Christine or Wendy, and theirs stick out just as much as yours Claire.”

“I never noticed.” I replied.

“I’m a man, we notice these things.” Ethan said just as we got to the car.

Ethan opened the door and I got in like Ethan had told me other girls do then I said,

“Did you see my knickers, I mean pussy.”

“No, see, you’re starting to forget that you haven’t got any knickers on.”

“Yes I did forget didn’t I?” I said to no one because Ethan had shut the door and was walking round to his side of the car.

As we drove along I realised that we weren’t going the same way as the bus did.

“Where are we going?” I asked.

“The doctors is this way.”

“Oh yes, the doctor won’t want he to undress will she?”

“I don’t know, but I’ve heard that some doctors want to examine the girl before they will give you some contraception.”

“But I haven’t got any underwear on.”

“I’m sure that all doctors have see thousands of naked girls, sorry but seeing you naked will mean nothing to them other than a patient that needs examining.”

“I guess that you are right.”

We got to the surgery, went in and up to the reception desk where a middle-aged woman looked up and said,

“Yes?”

Ethan answered her and I was glad that he did because she looked like a dragon and the tone of her voice supported that idea.

“I phoned and made an appointment for my girlfriend to see a doctor to get some contraception.”

“Oh yes, although I hardly think that contraception warrants an emergency appointment, condoms are cheap enough.”

“Claire here is new to town and she need to register as well.”’ Ethan replied ignoring her comment.

“Couldn’t she go to get old doctor? Oh never mind, here young lady, fill this form in.”

The receptionist gave me a clipboard and a pen and we went and sat whilst I filled in the form. As I was doing so I said,

“Are all doctor’s receptionists like that?”

“Mostly,” Ethan replied, “they’re employed to do their best to stop people from seeing the doctor.”

“That’s not very helpful.”

“I’m surprised that she did ask you half the questions that the doctor will ask you.”

It’s fair to say that I was quite nervous by then and when a male doctor finally came out and called my name I nearly panicked and ran out. My heart was pounding as I followed him into his consulting room hoping that he wouldn’t ask me to undress.

After a good five minutes of endless questions, some very personal, he did ask me to undress and I just stared at him.

“You can go behind that curtain, and when you have taken them all off can you climb up onto the table and lay down please.

“Oh my gawd,” I thought as I slowly went and did as I had been told. “Another man is going to see me naked, and I shaved my pussy this morning, he’ll see everything.”

Not only did he see everything, and I mean everything, he groped, prodded and pressed on a lot of my body. He did say that he was looking for lumps in my breasts but he was still groping me. And when he told me to put my legs up in those stirrup things I thought that I was going to die. Not only did he feel and look inside me, he put something inside me that spread my hole so wide that I thought that I could have given birth and then he shone a torch inside me. I’d closed my eyes when he told me to put my legs in the stirrups but I just had to open then to see what he was doing to me.

Just when I thought it was all over I felt him rubbing my clit. I was just about to tell him to stop when I realised that an orgasm was building inside me. I still wanted to tell him to stop but I discovered that the words wouldn’t come out and within a minute I was having an orgasm.

As soon as the orgasm started the doctor stopped and went back to his desk just like he’d been over to a drawer to get something out.

When the orgasm subsided and my mouth stopped moaning, I heard the doctor say,

“You can get off the table now Claire and put your underwear on but not the dress, I don’t want to risk getting any blood on it.”

“What the... “ I thought, “what’s he going to do to me?”

Then I remembered that I wasn’t wearing underwear that day so I got off the table and went back to the seat that I had originally sat at.

Looking like he didn’t even register that I was naked he said,

“Put your arm on the desk and turn your palm up.”

I did.

“This swab will numb a small area ready for the implant going in.”

I closed my eyes and thankfully I didn’t feel anything and I opened my eyes when he said that he was all done.

“Leave that cotton wool and the tape on for the rest of the day and if it’s still bleeding when you take it off just put a band aid on it. You may get dressed now but take this leaflet and read all of it, it should answer any questions that you have.”

I put my dress on and left wondering if I was just coming out of a dream.

“Hug me please Ethan.” I said when I got back into the waiting room.

“Are you okay?” Ethan asked.

“I think so.” I replied as we left the building.

“That was, I don’t know what to say, that man made me cum, that’s your job not his.”

“I’m sure that he had his reasons.” Ethan replied.

“He said something about checking my responses before he touched my clit.”

“He did have a reason, he wanted to check that you were normal.”

“Hmm, okay, I’m not normal but you’re helping me to make myself normal, thank you Ethan.” I said as I got into the car with Ethan holding the door open.

“Did you just see my pussy?” I asked, “I felt the cool air on it.”

“I didn’t look, shall I come round there and we can do it again?”

“I’m sure that there will be plenty of other times when you can look.”

“I hope so.”

We drove into the centre of the city and parked the car. By then I had recovered and when Ethan opened my door I pulled the skirt part of my dress up to my waist so that he could get a really good look at my pussy as I got out then dropped the hem of the dress.

I giggled as Ethan told me that I’d done a good shaving job.

I held my hands on my thighs as we walked out of the car park which for some reason was a lot more breezy than outside the car park. When we got into the shopping centre I had mixed feelings, for starters I felt a mixture of slight embarrassment, fright and arousal because of my lack of underwear as I waked in amongst all those shoppers. I felt excited because I had a boyfriend and we were holding hands shopping together, and I felt apprehension about what I knew we were going to buy and that I’d soon be wearing skirts much shorter than the dress I was wearing.

“Right,” Ethan said, “where did we say we’d start?”

“That one,” I said pointing to what looked like a sore of a chain branch of a young women’s fashion.

In we went and started browsing. I soon discovered that their skirts and dresses were either ankle length or mini / micro skirts, and some of the short ones did look nice. I selected three and Ethan selected three. Unsurprisingly the three that I selected were longer than the three that Ethan selected.

We went to the changing rooms and discovered that Ethan couldn’t come in with me so I took my three skirts in, closed the curtain and realised that I’d have to take my dress off to try the skirts on. I stuck my head round the curtain and could just see Ethan so I motioned to him to get me a top, any top.

He was way ahead of me and he threw me the top that he’d anticipated I would need. When I put it on it was a tight fit, and it was semi-sheer, I could see the darker colour of the skin of my areolae and nipples. I was about to take it off and ask Ethan to get me another one when I realised that I could just cover my tits with my hands, so I left it and put on one of the skirts.

It was mid-thigh length and it did look nice but it was the shortest skirt that I had ever worn and I felt exposed, embarrassingly exposed. As I looked in the mirror I remembered that most of the girls at work wore mid-thigh skirts so I decided to see what Ethan thought. I opened the curtain and saw not only Ethan but two other men.

Forgetting about my top I walked over to him and asked him what I thought. He got me to do a 360 then he said that he liked it. I decided that it was on my probably buy list. Just before I turned to go back and try the second one I remembered my top. My hand flew to my tits and covered them but as I looked at the two men one of them gave me the thumbs-up sign.

“Oh may gawd,” I thought, as I walked back, “that’s the second and third unknown man to see my tits today and it’s only mid morning. Stop being so careless Claire.”

The second and third skirts were nice as well, and they were the same length as the first one. If we bought those three I knew that I would have to be careful at work, and everywhere else for that matter. I changed back into my dress then took those three skirts to Ethan and swapped them with the three that he had selected.

When I got changed into the top and the first of the three skirts I quickly realised that it was shorter than my three. I looked at myself and thought,

“Oh my gawd, I can’t wear this in public, maybe Ethan chose it for me to wear at home, I could do that, it doesn’t matter if I bend over slightly and he sees my bare butt or I sit carelessly and he can see my pussy, I’d like that.”

I stuck my head round the curtain and saw that Ethan was alone so I walked over to him not worrying about the see-through top.

“Fantastic,” Ethan said, “It really does show off those perfect legs.”

“And a lot more if I’m not careful.” I replied, “I can’’t wear this for work, it’s almost indecent.”

“But it isn’t indecent and some of the girls at work often wear skirts that short.”

He was right, I’d seen quite a few skirts that short and the girls wearing them appeared to be oblivious to the chances of someone seeing their butts and pussy, with or without knickers. I’d never actually seen what was under those skirts but there again I’d never looked. I wondered if Ethan had seen any knickers or bare butts and pussies.”

I walked back to try the second one on only to find that it was just as short. And it flared out like a skaters skirt.

“I feel like I’ve got nothing on below my waist.” I said to Ethan when I went to show him.

“But you look great in it Claire, were getting that one.”

“Oh jeez, I’m going to look like a slut.” I thought as I went back to try on the last skirt.

Then I realised that you could easily say that most of the girls at work looked like sluts at times. I decided that I was going to have to redefine my version of what a slut looked like.

The last skirt was equally short and equally flared.

Jeez, Ethan really does like short skirts, maybe he lusts after some of the girls at work, I’ll have to do something to make sure that he doesn’t decide to dump me and go after one of the other girls. When I went out to show him he was equally appreciative and he said that that skirt was also on the list to buy.

As I turned to go and change back into my dress I looked and saw that he was on his own, so with my back to him I flicked up the skirt and displayed my whole bare butt for a couple of second. When I turned to see what his reaction was I saw that he was smiling and so was the man stood next to him.

“Where did he come from?” I asked no one as my face went red with shame and embarrassment I slowly got changed back into my dress. I didn’t want to go back to Ethan if that man was till there, it would be too embarrassing.

Three times I put my head round the curtain to see if the man had left and by the third time Ethan was starting to look annoyed so I gritted my teethe picked up all the clothes and walked out, straight to Ethan.

“Sorry about that, the top got stuck in my hair.” I lied, “lets go.”

As we walked through the shop to the sales counter I apologised to Ethan for lying and I told him that I was embarrassed by what I’d done and that I couldn’t face the man. Ethan hugged me right there in the store and told me that I’d get used to things like that.

After the hug I asked Ethan which of the skirts he thought that I should buy adding that I could just about afford two of them. He gave me a quick kiss and walked to the sales counter and handed over all six. As we walked out I told Ethan that I’d pay him back but it would take a couple of months.

“You’ve already paid me back Claire, just seeing you wearing them has already paid the debt. Now, let’s find a shop that sells tops.”

It was a very happy me that linked arms with Ethan as we walked to the next shop on our list.

We soon found the tops and did the same as in the last shop, me selecting three and Ethan selecting three. As we headed for the changing rooms Ethan got one of the new skirts out of the bag and gave it to me saying,

“This will make it easier for you to come out and show me the tops. Bring me the dress when you first come out and I’ll put it in one of the bags.”

“I’ll need it when I’ve tried them all on.”

“No you won’t you can wear one of the tops and that skirt, the sales girl can scan the tag on the top that you are wearing.”

“Okay, I didn’t know that you can do that.”

“Yes it’s not a problem.”

I took my dress off and again felt more naked than I was, if that was possible, and I quickly put the skirt on then wondered if Ethan had deliberately given me one of the shortest skirts.

I liked all three of the tops that I had chosen and Ethan said that he liked them too. I was pleased that my hard nipples didn’t make much of a dent in the fabric of them.

Then it was the three that Ethan had chosen. The first was made of very thin cotton and it clung to all the little contours of my nipples.

“I love it.” Ethan said when I went out to show him.

“These will embarrass me.” I said pointing to my nipples.

“You look great Claire, lots of girls have pokies like that.”

I had noticed pokey nipples on a couple of girl in the shop so I didn’t worry about it and went to change into the second one.

“Oh my gawd.” I thought, “I can see my areolae and nipples, I can’t wear this at work, I can’t wear this out of work either, do girls really wear tops like this? I guess that they must do otherwise they wouldn’t be in the shop.”

I went out to show Ethan with my hands ready to cover my tits if anyone else was there. Fortunately there wasn’t anyone and Ethan was full of praise saying that I looked amazing. When I thought that someone was coming I quickly retreated back to try the last one on.

If I thought that the last two were very revealing then I don’t know how to describe the last one, it was black and totally see-through.

“Definitely one for wearing at home.” I thought as I went out to show Ethan with my hands on my tits.

There was no one else there so I dropped my hands and let Ethan see.

“Now that was a brilliant choice even if I say so myself.”

“There’s no way that I could ever wear this for work.”

“You’re right but I’m sure that there will be times that I can take you out wearing it.”

“Seriously?”

“Baby steps Claire, baby steps.”

I wasn’t convinced but I would enjoy wearing at home when Ethan was there.

“Okay Claire, pick one of the last three, put it on then give me the rest.”

I swallowed as I realised that I would be going out into the main shop and the whole shopping centre wearing a skirt that was almost indecent, a top that was very thin and showed the shape of my nipples and even the little bumps on my areolae or a top that was slightly see-through, and no knickers.

“Baby steps.” I thought, “this feels like a giant step to me.”

I chose the thin top hoping that my nipples would go soft and not look so obvious. Stepping out I gave Ethan the other tops and followed him to the checkout feeling like I was naked. My face felt quite warm and I suspected that it was red.

As the girl came round to scan the barcode on the top that I was wearing I just hoped that she didn’t accidentally catch the skirt and pull it up. She didn’t and we were soon leaving the store with me still feeling my hot face and hoping that we didn’t go anywhere with a breeze.

We walked along and Ethan asked me if I was hungry. When I thought about it I decided that I was so he led me to the nearest fast food outlet. I kept looking around expecting people to stare at me but I didn’t see anyone looking and I started to relax a little and look around some more, but this time I was looking for girls around my age and I was pleased to see that there were a few dressed like I was. I relaxed some more and by the time we entered the fast food place my heart was nearly back to normal. It was then that I realised that my pussy was all squishy.

“Wow,” I thought, “my pussy likes me being dressed like this.”

We joined the queue to order and Ethan spotted some people leaving a table.

“Take the bags and grab that table.” Ethan said.

So I did and I got a little shock when my bare butt sat on the plastic bench. I tried to pull the skirt further down my thighs but it was going nowhere, I crossed my legs to make sure that the young men sat opposite couldn’t see up my skirt to my pussy.

Shortly after that Ethan arrived with the food and sat beside me. I wanted to ask him if girls really wore skirts this short but I knew the answer, they did. Although I’d noticed the girls in the break room and how they sat I’d never tried to look up their skirts for the obvious reason but I did remember that very few of them crossed their legs so I asked Ethan,

“At work have you seen up the girl’s skirts in the break room and seen their knickers?”

“Yes, there’s times that I think that some of the girls deliberately sit with their knees open to tease the men with glimpses of their knickers or bald pubes.”

“How often do they do it?”

“I would say that I’ve seen a pair of knickers or bald pubes on average once per week. It’s no big deal, everyone knows that girls have pussies and they know roughly what they look like.”

“So do you think that I should sit with my knees open and let people see my bald pussy?”

“That’s up to you Claire, I certainly like looking at your pussy and I’m sure that any red blooded man would like to see it; and I can’t wait to get my hands on it and my cock inside it.”

“Would you mind if other people saw my pussy.”

“No, but to show or not to show is your decision. If you want to show your pussy do it. What I will tell you is that if you want to, and you don’t, there’s a good chance that you will regret it.”

“But some of the other girls at work do.”

“Yes they do.”

I thought about it for a while then decided that I would, but only when I had got used to wearing such short skirts.

“Where next?” Ethan asked when we had finished eating.

“I need some new knickers and maybe some bras.”

“Are you sure about that or is it a case of ‘my mother said... ‘

“A bit of both I guess, I’ve decided that I’m not going to wear a bra again, what’s the point, but I think that I should have one, a nice one, just in case.”

“Okay, that sounds sensible, what about knickers?”

“Well not wearing them isn’t as bad as I thought it would be, in fact I’ve been aroused ever since we left my apartment, even in this belt that you’ve bought me.”

“So are you going to wear knickers ever again? You appear to have gotten used to not wearing any.”

“Yes, I guess that I have, you were right, apart from a few embarrassing moments I’ve felt good, my pussy has certainly like it, that’s one baby step that I’ve really taken to. Thank you Ethan but I’ve got a problem, I used to wear panty liners when I have my period but these last two times I’ve tried tampons and I think that I prefer them, but if I got back to panty liners I’ll definitely need some new knickers. I don’t know if I’ll manage with no knickers and the tampon string hanging down.”

“You could always push the string up you hole.”

“Hmm, I hadn’t thought of that but I think that I should have some knickers, just in case...”

“Fair enough, where do we go to get these?”

“I’ve not been to one before but I know there is a lingerie shop up on the next floor. I used to think that places like that were just for sluts and whores but not any more.”

“Okay, lets go.”

As we were walking there I remembered something that the doctor had told me so I said,

“Ethan, that doctor, after he’d put this implant in my arm, was telling me that one of the possible side effect was that my periods might stop, so if they do I won’t need panty liners or tampons so I’ll be able to go knickerless all the time.”

“And we’ll be able to fuck each other’s brains out every single day.”

“I can’t wait Ethan but I think that I should still have a couple of bras and knickers, just in case.”

“Okay, and if we get nice, skimpy ones you can wear them as a bikini when we go to the leisure centre or the beach.”