Chapter 1: Unveiling

Connie got her name from her great-grandmother and was the only child of James and Nichole Strauss. Her parents jointly own one of the largest wineries in northern California. Along with several other businesses that she learned about as she got older.

She learned that her parents would spare no expense and always dressed like their royal princess. In her second year at the academy, Strauss influenced the board of directors to allow their daughter to wear only her princess dresses instead of the standard uniform. Connie didn’t believe she was more important than anyone else but did think the uniforms were ugly.

Following the unanimous decision by the board, Connie was no longer required to wear the school uniform. The staff would allow Connie to wear dresses a second time only during growth spurts. Even when she was not in school, she wore the best, less formal clothing. Until recently, something she used to crave – being Mommy and Daddy’s beautiful princess.

Soon after entering high school at the academy, the fun of always being that royal princess in those fancy dresses wore off. Around that time, her parents wanted her to wear only formal dresses, even when not in school. When she finished developing into a teenager, her parents began requiring her to attend all of their balls and fancy parties.

Those events mostly fell on either Friday or Saturday evening and occasionally on Sunday afternoon or night. The parties or balls took place at their mansion ballroom or one of the other influential families’ mansions. Her parents desired to pull her out of her shell by attending those events, but Connie was not a social butterfly.

Before being forced to attend, she would be as far away from everyone as possible. One of the many reasons she detested attending those parties was the dress she was required to wear. The heavier material and the layers made them uncomfortable and hot, mentioning the time it took for the staff to put them on her.

They were more uncomfortable than the formal attire Connie wore to school. Since she didn’t want to disappoint her parents, she would put on the biggest smile. She would pretend to be their royal princess while they formally introduced her to their guests as their ‘prize precious porcelain doll.

She noticed some of her classmate’s dresses were uncomfortable as well. It was nice to know she wasn’t the only one to complain about it. If there is one thing about Connie’s parents, they are wealthy, and status is everything. The dresses were one of the many things I disliked about those parties, besides being around the strange adults.

A few months after the dinner, she was irritated at how uncomfortable and heavy that formal dress was. She was watching several adults dancing and at those standing around talking. Uninterested in any of the adults dancing, she stood around the edge of the room with the other teens.

Connie was beginning to daydream as she had many times since being forced to attend those events. What was so different this time from the other times she daydreamed? This time she could see herself dancing without a care in the world among the others on the dance floor - naked.

Coming to reality, she looked down and was still wearing that uncomfortable dress. As she slipped out of the daydream in almost a panic, she noticed the same staff that helped her change back in her room. She tried not to draw attention to herself after envisioning the impossible idea of being naked in public.

That was when she almost fell over while the staff was still untying the corset straps. She saw her nude self staring back at her in the reflection. She quickly looked down and saw her protruding nipples while still feeling her chest compressed in the corset.

Connie could see her concerned look in the mirror, and the staff helped her into the stool. She accepted a glass of water while feeling the fabric under her butt and on her body. The reflection was otherwise; herself drinking a glass of water in all her naked glory. She assured the staff that she was fine and ensured they did not plan to undress her completely.

Recalling the vision of that night at the dinner and dance of her nude self, she became concerned as the staff undressed her for bed. The last thing she wanted was for Wendy, one of the staff has been with her since she was little, to find out about her desire to be nude. The nude daydreams became more frequent as she entered her sophomore year of high school.

She certainly wasn’t interested in telling anyone about what she saw when looking down – or of her nude reflection. She was old enough to obtain her driver’s license but still allowed the staff to dress her rather than dress herself. She frequently imagined herself without clothes and had no intention of dressing herself.