Chapter 4: The Nudist at the Farm

On that Thursday morning, Rebekah’s eyes opened somewhat excitedly. Thursday meant that today would be her second-to-last day of attending school nude and participating in naked adventures around the city. Even yet, the teenager had a sneaking suspicion that unless she could find a way to dress before entering the city, she’d still have to go to work tomorrow in her birthday suit. She doubted it, but she couldn’t help but think back to Alexandra’s statement of Victor telling her he intended to take her to acquire her driver’s license before looking for an upgrade for her bike.

This better would undoubtedly be a vehicle of some sort. Having a car, of course, meant there would be more space for the items she typically stows in the box behind her, and in particular, more space for passengers. Perhaps a truck would be preferable so she could have the extra room for any deliveries she might need to make.

She stopped making her breakfast as she considered the possibility of having passengers. She was aware that having a vehicle that could carry people would open up opportunities for her. She grinned as she returned to cooking breakfast and then delivered it to her table. Like yesterday, she continued to think about the events that happened yesterday as she was eating.

She might characterize the woman who had been her customer as either a Karen type or a narcissist. She wasn’t sure whether that was true, and because Andrea was so reserved, she couldn’t question her yesterday. Although she believed it was unlikely that the mother would call, she still intended to locate Andrea during lunch and sit with her. She only had to search and make use of what was perhaps the finest information and surveillance network on earth.

In fact, the principals were quite supportive of the Girls Basketball Captain and her best friends’ chat network by this point. Rebekah and many other former and present program participants were present on the network. Rebekah understood that all she had to do was identify the person she had been looking for, and they would tell her where they were.

After finishing her breakfast, Rebekah put the dishes in the dishwasher and clicked the necessary buttons. After taking a shower and changing into her birthday suit, she proceeded to her front doors before leaving her apartment. She continued to reflect on the events of yesterday and how her boss had called to congratulate her on a job well done after she had completed it. The fact that her customer hadn’t voiced any complaints about her made her grin. She performed the task as required and treated Andrea kindly. They had fun and she didn’t make her do anything she didn’t want to.

When her boss called to congratulate her on a job well done, she enjoyed the conversation. It implied that she performed well and was able to earn money, particularly with bonuses. However, she had spoken to her boss about Andrea’s mother and how concerned she was for both her mental and personality health. Mr. Bintott had stated that he would record that for future use. But Rebekah hoped that as a consequence of this, she wouldn’t cause any issues for Andrea.

As she exited the building, the light rendered her vision impaired, but she shifted her bag in order to get to her bike. As she continued to go, she brought her bag to the box at the rear of her bike and put it there. “Yes, a truck would be ideal. I could load the items I needed to deliver into the rear while keeping my bag safe in the cab.” She murmured as she shut the box, rose to her feet, and hopped aboard her bike.

After that, she rode to the high school she was presently attending and pondered the lunch menu.

Lunch Time

Rebekah entered the cafeteria as the lunch bell rang at the high school and immediately began to look around. She noticed the program table, but she wasn’t searching for them; instead, she was trying to find Andrea, who she hadn’t yet seen. Up until she felt a tap on her arm, which caused Rebekah to turn around and quickly discover Andrea, who appeared to be uncomfortable. Before heading out to receive their dinner, Rebekah escorted her to the program table and introduced her to the other people.

Agnes had again been kind enough to leave her food, which today was a stir-fry from the previous commercial cooking lesson. She was aware that the stir-fry she was eating contained additional herbs, just like the food from yesterday. When the teenage woman left the school to go to work, she knew that these herbs would help keep her body cool. Although Rebekah appreciated the wait before the herbs began to operate, she didn’t believe she would have to perform the same tasks as yesterday.

Additionally, she was aware—or rather, she felt it instinctively—that today she would be around men. Based on how the week had progressed thus far, it appeared to be the way things operated. She placed Andrea’s meal on her tray after placing her stir-fry on it, then returned the tray and let Andrea take it. She then ate again while remaining silent. She and Andrea both kept quiet as the other students spoke.

She got through her meal and wiped her mouth before getting up from the table, leaving Andrea with her tray. She then proceeded with her backpack to the kitchen, passing the other women as she went by and waving to them. She spoke back, “Hiya, Ladies!” and began to make her way to the rear. Agnes followed closely after her and enquired, “No high noon today either?” She answered, “Nah, I figured you already heard it, so I didn’t have to say it again,” and Agnes laughed as she caressed the still nude teen’s shoulder.

Agnes and Rebekah soon parted ways as Rebekah shifted to lay her backpack down. Her hairnet and hairnet panties were taken out of the pouch in her backpack. The teen entered the bathroom, sat at the toilet, and then stood after putting her feet and legs through the openings in the “hairnet panties.” The string was felt between her butt cheeks as she drew it up and adjusted it over her privates. As she had done when she first began taking part in the program, and kept her job.

She walked back to where her apron hung on its hook and places her head through its loop at the top and then ties it around her waist at her back. Now that she was ready, she walked out of the bathroom doors and then to her station. She saw a rack, leaving the machine, and she pulled the now warm rack containing the trays with now clean dishes to the end of the metal so that one of the ladies could take them.

Rebekah then got another rack set up before she walked out into the cafeteria and went to the other bigger metal rack where the dirty trays were held and she took them back into the kitchen where she silently began putting the trays on the rack.

Rebekah continued to work, ignored by the other students who didn’t watch her as she stepped out.

She went back to her bag, and pulled her apron down after recalling that she had left it on the hook. She discreetly lowered it before slipping her head through the top loop and tying it around her waist at the back. When she was prepared, she went outside to her station. She noticed a rack leave the washing machine as she walked up to it, so she moved the now-warm rack with the trays of freshly cleaned dishes to the end of the metal so one of the women could take them.

Rebekah’s job was boring, but she didn’t complain about it, even though she wasn’t sure whether she could handle it after eight years of school. But she was confident that she would continue, carry out her job, and do it effectively.

After setting up a different rack, Rebekah entered the cafeteria and proceeded to the larger metal rack holding the filthy trays. She then brought the dirty trays back into the kitchen and discreetly started placing them on the rack. The other student disregarded Rebekah as she worked and paid no attention to her when she left the cafeteria.

She moved back and forth during the Lunch Hour, taking a rack, loading trays and dishes onto it, then running the racks through the washing machine. Once this was put through the machine, she switched back and grabbed one of the pointless racks to begin placing the utensils on them. Later, though, she realized that a tray was jutting out the incorrect direction, so she hit the machine’s stop button and raised its side to get access.

She muttered an expletive because she knew she had erred, just like she had on Monday, but she knew what to do.

As the machine’s hot steam billowed out, she took a step back before reaching inside, adjusting the tray so that it could fit, closing the lid, and turning the machine back on. She observed the rack carrying the freshly realigned tray pass through to the opposite side. “There we go,” she thought to herself before turning around once again and making her way back into the cafeteria. As she walked, she mumbled to herself, “Rebekah, be careful.”

She was aware that mistakes may create delays and that, if she wasn’t attentive, plates or water containers might get damaged.

She saw that there were fewer students on her subsequent walk outside to get the trays, but she didn’t dwell on it and went back to her desk. She understood that she would finish her task sooner after the kids had finished eating and had left the cafeteria. But occasionally, she would never finish before the fourth period bell rung.

Standing next to the machine once more, she recalled the itching that the fabric of the apron and the hairnet panties had given her. She didn’t itch from the apron this time, maybe because her body was accustomed to it. However, the hairnet pants were giving her an itch, so before returning to her job, she reached beneath and stroked the itch there.

She smiled as she stacked the three trays, brought them back into the kitchen, set them up in the racks, and gently guided them into the machine. She then moved to the other side and watched them come out. As she approached the tray return rack, she discovered that there were only three trays left. She also noticed that the cafeteria seating area was empty. She turned and proceeded to her backpack as she took off her apron and put it up on her hangar once they had exited without the trays becoming stuck. She allowed the ladies working in the kitchen to take the tray and the now-clean plates, before she turned and walked to her backpack, as she removed her apron and hung it up on her hangar. Once her apron was hung, she then removed both hairnets and places both in their place in the bag.

3:30 PM School’s End

Rebekah stopped as she was about to open the doors to answer her phone when it rang. She answered it, with “Helper’s Union Member, Rebekah, how may I help you?” hoping it came off as kind and professional. “Hello, my name is Flint Borealis.” The voice of a man remarked, “I’m the owner of Southridge Acres.” She immediately recognized that it was a farm because of the Acres in the company name. Although women have just begun to enter the farming industry, she was aware that it was still a male-dominated field.

“I apologize for calling at this time, but I need assistance today because one of my farm hands phoned in ill. I’ve heard that you are the only Helper who is readily available and I’ve also read positive reports about you.” Rebekah’s cheeks began to flush as Mister Borealis spoke. She had previously seen the evaluations, and each time it had made her embarrased. She felt she didn’t deserve the comments, which was a terrible aftereffect of her parents’ behavior. However, things started changing thanks to individuals like Alexandra, who lowered her parents’ influence.

“So have I, but basically what you’re saying is you need a replacement farm hand?” Rebekah asked. “Yes, that’s correct; would you be willing to help? This is farm work we are talking about, and you’d be among men, and I know from the reports you’re in the program.” He said before Rebekah replied. “It shouldn’t be a problem. I’ve gotten used to being naked in front of men while I worked, so as long as your employees behave I won’t mind working amongst them. And no matter my state of dress, sir, I’d like to stress I am willing to get my hands dirty and would be fine getting my body dirty if the accident happens.” She finished before adding, “I think I know where your farm is, it’s down Kent Road, right? “ She asked him.

He was a bit surprised by how certain she was and realized that her views had an impact on him as well. Of course, he was aware of how his followers would act. He was positive that the presence of a naked lady among them would serve as a test. “Yes.” After thanking her, he instructed her on which route to follow. He thanked her for her willingness to assist before hanging up the phone.

She merely grinned as she put her phone inside her purse, snatched up the large container of sunburn resistance lotion, and started applying it to her body. She called to the student, a male she remembered from her last class, as he was approaching the door. “Could you just do me a favor, Nick?” She questioned, grabbing his focus. He walked up to the naked girl and asked, “Sure, what’s up?” “Smear this thing on my back and the rest behind me,” she said as she gave the bottle to her classmate. “Unfortunately, I won’t be able to go home just yet,” she informed him.

He nodded, squeezed some cream onto his fingers, and started to delicately work it over her back and other difficult-to-reach areas. As the two of them labored diligently to apply the lotion to her body, Rebekah grinned at how kind Daniel was being to her. But when he finally reached the point where her back and her rear end connected, he didn’t stop, continuing to spread the cream there as well. Rebekah gasped as he touched the place where her back and bottom met, but she didn’t tell him to stop so she let him go. He smothered her with cream as they worked, covering every inch of her body.

“Thanks, Nick!” she said as she went out of the building and approached her bike, which was secured to the bike rack to prevent theft.

She took the chain off and put it in the box with her bag before getting back on her bike. She rode her bike out of the parking lot after backpedaling, as she usually did, to get away from the rack. She eventually arrived at the street that connected her neighborhood with her school. She quickly left the neighborhood and headed south, peddling as she felt the breeze touch her freshly applied creamed skin.

Her helmet began to feel loose as she rode, so she took advantage of the next red light to check that it was fastened before moving forward when the light turned green. She continued to keep her eyes fixed on the road and the signs indicating the speed limit. In contrast to Monday, she knew from experience that she wouldn’t be that fortunate as to be able to pass through the entire city without encountering any more red lights, so when there was one, she just laughed in enjoyment. As the automobiles on each side of her got into position, she was able to recognize them without even looking by smelling the gas they were burning.

While she waited, she had a look about and was able to see inside the automobiles on each side of her. She was further sidetracked by gas when she thought that if she had a truck, the stench would probably not bother her anymore. She was positive that this applied to both vehicles and trucks.

She realized her butt was in plain sight of them when she heard the sound of a car coming up behind her. She made no attempt to conceal herself, though, because a bike like hers made it useless to do so. She kept her gaze forward. Driving away from the bystanders, she took detours on back roads to get closer to her objective. She ultimately stopped her bike so she could look at her map and consider the instructions she had received. “Then, I’ll take Hercules Avenue West, and, Musk, and I am at the Galley, using it as a marker as He said, so I need to take that road, Yoda Street, which puts me into the center of downtown. and...”

Rebekah checked the map and figured out the directions. “Oh, left, left, straight, and then right, just like in the Crystal Glacier Lake Center, on Tuesday. That seems simple enough, hehe that Nintendo game must be well-liked, if people make directions like that.” Rebekah chuckles as she puts her phone back into her bag, and rode her bike once more.

As she cycled, she noticed a hospital rooftop ahead and wondered if it was a children’s or an adult hospital. Her question was quickly answered as she passed the sign indicating that it was an adult hospital because it didn’t specifically state that it was for children. She was confident that most hospitals had children’s wards, though.

She didn’t need to go to the hospital yet, so she shifted her attention away from it and carried on riding her bike. “The Farm is probably on a dirt road, so pedaling will probably be a little more challenging. Tomorrow my legs are going to burn.” She muttered to herself as she passed the hospital and the police stations on her route, but she had to halt when she saw the garage doors for the fire station open. There must be a fire someplace because the firefighters were sending their trucks and squad. Her phone’s alarms started to ring at that point, prompting her to check it.

She nearly shrieked “Apartment fire?!” before checking the link and seeing it was an apartment distant from her own, which made her feel better. She murmured “Damn it, those poor people” in an effort to express her sympathy for the fire victims.

She placed her phone back and sped off once again after remembering that she had to get to work. “I’d love to give the police and firefighters a gift, but they probably expect bad things in it, so I can’t.” She muttered to herself while frowning. She wanted she could compliment them on the excellent work they were doing, but she was content to merely state that everything was satisfactory.

As she approached the next road, it soon diverged off the main road and she rode her bike down a dirt road. This, she understood, indicated that she was quite near the farm that she was going to work on today. As she knew her bike could handle it as it was designed to, she continued on. She saw the names of the farms as she looked at the signs posted above the property borders. However, she had not yet arrived at Southridge Acres, so she rode over to the first man who was waiting for anything or simply taking a break on his fence.

Although he appeared astonished to find a nude girl there, he remained polite. “Hello, Miss. Can I assist you?” He asked. “Are Southridge Acres close by?” She asked, a little embarrassed. “Yes, you can’t miss it at the end of that road there.” She replied, then waved goodbye before starting to peddle her bike once again.

Her nose perked up as she inhaled the aroma and took in the absence of city and gas smells. She could smell fresh air as she moved forward. As she pedaled her bike down the dirt road, past the fields, and eventually arrived at South Ridge Acres, she thought it was fantastic to be in this setting. She thought to herself, “Nice place,” as she approached the property border. When he saw her, an elderly guy came out of the house. When he saw her naked body, he grinned, undoubtedly recognizing who she was. She could see his eyes examining her.

He moved swiftly towards that her direction. He inquired, “Hey, you Rebekah, right?” and she recognized his voice as coming from the caller and hence the client. “Yes, that is me.” As she gets off her bike, she says. He remarked to her, “ahh, good, let me introduce you to your temporary colleagues,” before walking her to the barn. He introduced each of the agricultural workers inside, saying, “Misters Burk, Wilson, and Bentshaft, this is Miss Elmstadter.” Each of them shook her hand and looked into her eyes as they did so. Flint led her to the chicken coop after that, where a guy was busy collecting eggs. “Miss Elmstadter in heres, Mr. Yolk,” Like the others in the barn, he too shook her hand and maintained his eyes on her face as Flint said, introducing her to him.

“All right, I believe I have finished introducing you to everyone. Why don’t you assist Mr. Yolk with the eggs here?” Rebekah had the opportunity to enter the chicken coop when Flint requested and moved aside. She had to agree that his last name was unusual, but she refrained from commenting as she gently removed the eggs. Instead, Rebekah posed an entirely new question when it occurred to her as Flint left them to it. “How many eggs are produced by the farm?” “On average, 31 million eggs a day, and in case you’re wondering, they’re sold at $3.66 per dozen,” Mister Yolk responded after a little period of silence.

He informed her, giving her time to comprehend what had been spoken. She handled the eggs with extreme care because they were delicate and placed them exactly where Mister Yolk asked her to. “When we’re finished, I’ll show how to identify when an egg will hatch into a chick or be used as food rather of responding to the other question.” he revealed. As her psychic companion brought up a new query she was beginning to have, Rebekah grinned.

Before they were finished, the two hustled and labored to get the eggs. Rebekah followed Mister Yolk as he moved behind the barn to another structure with the rack that contained the boxes on it. Here, he flipped on a light that, except from in one spot, didn’t appear to be particularly bright. He motioned for her to stand in that spot and said, “Come closer here.” She then noticed a new image behind the egg when he delicately raised it so the light could shine on it. “Oh wow, so that’s how?” She asked him “Yep, see this one, is going to be an egg we eat and this one ... Ah! he inquired. “Do you see?”

Rebekah was asked, and when she examined the egg more closely, she did see a difference from the first one. “That means that this egg will hatch into a chick, which will either grow up to be a hen or a rooster or will become food for us once it is fully grown. Of course, now that I think about it, we can always use another hen or rooster to produce more.” Mister Yolk gave her an explanation.

The two examined the eggs together to look for indications of viability for food or for chick development. The teenager estimated that the proportion appeared to be at 50% thus far. Despite the fact that this figure was probably too low for the entire nation, she didn’t want to consider mathematics in this situation. She was shocked by the following egg since the light approach did not work on it and it appeared to be heavier than the others. Rebekah turned to Mister Yolk and said, “There’s something wrong with this one.” She told him, and allowed him to look.

“Oh, it’s a double-shelled egg. Basically, it occurs when a second oocyte is produced by the ovary before the first egg has fully gone down the oviduct and been deposited. This is induced by a counter-peristaltic contraction”. As part of his explanation, he informs her that she “might find a lot of these in our eggs, but not too much.”

Rebekah nodded her head, but found another question related to eggs. “I’ve noticed a few of the yolk from the eggs were a different color.” She said and saw him nod.

“That happens because the color of the egg yolk is influenced directly by the chicken feed, mostly. It’s often yellow, especially the eggs we produce on the farm, because of the feed containing a large component of yellow, fat-soluble pigments, such as the carotenes in dark green plant material, for example, alfalfa. I want to stress, though, that though the emphasis is put on the color of the egg yolk. It doesn’t accurately reflect the nutritional value of an egg, and to some examples, some of the natural pigments that produce a rich yolk color are xanthophylls with little nutritional value, rather than the carotenoids that act as provitamin A in the body.”

“Also, a diet rich in vitamin A itself, but without A-provitamins or xanthophylls, can produce practically colorless yolks that are just as nutritious as any richly colored yolks.” He told her as he checked another egg, which didn’t show signs of chick development. “I should probably add, that Yolks, particularly from free-range eggs, can be of a wide range of colors, ranging from nearly white, through yellow and orange, to practically red, or even olive green, depending on the pigments in their feed. “ He told her.

Rebekah smiled and chuckled. “Just like that Doctor Suez story, green eggs, and ham. “ She said and she could hear him chuckle. “Yeah, that’s true, but I should mention the eggs we produce are all yellow, particularly because the owner, Mister Borealis, has a red-hue sensitivity in his eyes. I’ve seen him react, covering his eyes as if it was causing headaches. So we try not to produce that color. We also don’t try testing what specific hues are in red.”

Mister Yolk seemed happy to give her some knowledge about the eggs, which is why he continued. “Remember when I talked about the double-shelled eggs, there’s another version called the Double-yolk eggs, when an egg contains two or more yolks, occurs when ovulation occurs too rapidly, or when one yolk becomes joined with another yolk. “ Rebekah nodded, having remembered seeing that in the past, but then another question, had occurred to her. “Is it possible for eggs to have only whites, no yolks?” She asked him. He nodded his head again “Yup, that occurred during a Hen’s first effort, produced before her laying mechanism is fully ready. But it’s also possible, though rare, for mature hens too, as sometimes the tissues inside falls and her body doesn’t recognize it as tissue but thinks of it as another yolk.”

“Anyways, that’s enough egg knowledge, and this will likely take a bit, so why don’t you go find Mister Burk, and help him out, and send Mister Bentshaft over here?” He requested.

Rebekah nodded as she cautiously moved away from Mister Yolk’s side, turned to look in the direction she was heading, and went outside. As the sun stung her eyes, she grimaced. She was met by Misters Burk and Bentshalf who approached her. Rebekah smiled at Mister Burk, “I was just coming over to get you,” he remarked. Rebekah pointed to Mister Bentshalf and said, “Yeah, Mister Yolk instructed me to go get you, and sent him over to help him.

Mr. Burk watched as Mr. Bentshaft entered with a nod. took her out of the farm’s egg section. As they approached the pigpen, a sizable herd of pigs was wallowing in the mud. “Do they really enjoy being in the mud like that?” She inquired while leaning on the fence to peer inside. “Yes,” Mr. Burk said, “And it actually keeps them cool, for like us, they are covered in skin, but unlike us, we can’t smear them in the sunburn resistance cream, for it causes problems for them unlike us.” Before adding, he clarified. “Even so, if they get trapped in the wallow, it might be hazardous.”

He commented as he focused on one of the pigs that appeared to be having trouble. “Which we may have to deal with,” he remarked as Rebekah, who had also seen the problematic pig, slid over the fence after removing her shoes and socks without thinking. When Mister Burk saw her flinging herself over the fence, he grabbed a shovel and said, “Whoa shit!”

“Miss Elmstadter, be careful in there now.” As he approached the gate, Mister Burk said as he was too large and ancient to have been flipped over the fence like she had been. Before acting, Rebekah awaited his entrance to the pig pen. “You’re not wearing anything, so enter and try to raise the pig up while I use the shovel to wedge him free.” Rebekah tried to lift the unfortunate trapped pig but found it difficult due to its weight as she knelt down and pushed her hands into the muck. When Mr. Burk carefully jammed the shovel, it ultimately helped to free the pig, which resulted in her falling back into the muck.

Mister Burk leaned out to grasp the muddy, nude teenager and lifted her out of the dirt as the released pig ran off to join its buddies and family. But he lifted the girl out of the pigpen and laid her down out of concern that she would become trapped. “Okay, let’s clean you up, and after that, we need to feed the pigs. We then need to get to the fields after keeping an eye out to ensure they don’t get trapped.” Mister Burk stated while taking her shoes and socks. Rebekah proceeded to the location where he indicated she might get washed up,

Rebekah grabbed the dial, turned it, and water started pouring out of the hose. She washed her hands and then looked at her feet. She questioned him as she cleansed herself, “What are we doing in the fields?” “Using the combine to harvest, I assume you don’t have a driver’s license yet, yeah?” Rebekah Replied, shaking her head. “No, however tomorrow my neighbor is taking me and a friend from her younger years to acquire the permits and license.” Rebekah confirmed for him.

“Okay, while I finish that, I’ll get you to help out in the pasture.” Mr. Burk remarked as the muck started to slide off her feet and then her butt. As he went to get a towel for her to use to dry herself off, he placed her shoes and socks on the ground. “The place where cows graze is a pasture, correct?” asked Rebecca. “Yup, we mostly need someone to go through it, collect cow poop, and take it to that building there,” Mister Burk said, pointing.

Rebekah nodded, and she ultimately completed wiping the mud off of her before drying herself off. They then placed her shoes and socks back on in a one move. Rebekah responded, “Ok,” and Mister Burk led her to the area where they store cow excrement for easy transportation. She picked it up and put the gloves on before picking up a smaller shovel. She was guided by Mister Burk to her destination and shown what to look for.