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 Author: Ribeye98
Title: Thornwood Episode III - In training
Part: 1 - 5 of 59
Summary: Rachel enters swim training while her spiral of arousal and
embarrassment continues.
Keywords: fsolo, mast, exhib, voy, humil, nc, mf, Mf, 1st, bd,
blackmail, toys, nosex
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********** Thornwood Episode III - In Training Part 1
   Rachel woke after a fitful night of sleep.  Maybe it was the strange
bedroom.  Maybe it was nervous tension due to starting swim training.  Her
sheets were tangled around her and her body was covered in sweat.  She
seemed to remember having strange dreams last night but couldn't recall
anything in them.
   The only lingering effect was the strong sexual tension.  So strong,
Rachel didn't remember ever feeling this horny before.  Her nipples were
tingling with anticipation and her mound was throbbing.
   Before she could command them, her hands were in position to bring her
to what was sure to be one of the best orgasms in her life.
   Before closing her eyes to begin, she completed one last look around the
room just to be sure she was in the clear.  Then her eyes settled on the
vacant spot where her bedroom door should have been.
   "damn"
   **Can't a girl catch a break once in a while?
   Masturbating even in the privacy of her room was risky with Eric
sleeping on the other side of the wall.  Given her current state of arousal
she would have taken the chance.  Teenage girls have needs after all.  But
without a bedroom door, there wasn't enough privacy to take the risk.
   She settled for a frustrating but silent mini-bate under the sheets. 
Her body complained at first, but accepted the compromise after a few
seconds.  Then she rolled out of the bed to start her day.
   **What would you do without mini-bates?
   Rachel had recently learned that if she excluded her nipples from her
`bate sessions and didn't work herself into a full blown orgasm, she could
manage her body's arousal pretty well.  It wasn't ideal, but mini-bates had
saved her from a few close calls lately.  And that was enough to convince
her she had made the right decision.
   Although Rachel was wearing a nightgown, her sensitive nipples were
still accessible due to the inconvenient and embarrassing window in front.
They stood erect on top of her impressively large mounds.  They glared at
her as if angry at being left out of the fun under the sheets.  Rachel knew
better than to give in and start touching them.  They were her sexual
kryptonite.  Her arousal was currently under control.  But touching her
nipples would tip the balance and send her spinning back out of control.
   Rachel turned to make the bed and noticed the page that Eric's mom had
left her.  It was her new chore list.  Regular/Daily: Laundry Dishes Dust
(Mon.  and Thur.  only) Mop (Tues.  and Fri.  only) Weekly: Clean Pool
Vacuum I hung your outfit on the hook in the bathroom.  -Susan ?
   **ugh!
   The chore list represented nothing more than a punishment to Rachel. 
She had broken the clothes dryer yesterday and Eric's mom was going to make
her repeat these chores until she determined Rachel had earned enough to
replace it.  Every chore would be a painful reminder of Rachel's
carelessness.
   Not to mention every outfit Eric's mom would prepare for her.  Rachel
knew what was waiting for her in the bathroom.  Lily, a neighbor girl, had
donated the dress to Rachel.  It was supposedly an act of charity after the
storm destroyed Rachel's belongings at the storage facility.
   Lily was younger than Rachel.  Having grown too old for the dress, it
was no longer modest on her and she had no need for it.  But on Rachel's
even more mature body it was positively scandalous.  Apparently not
scandalous enough to deter Eric's mom.
   **There's no such thing as indecent exposure to that woman.
   Rachel marched through the doorway and into the hall where the familiar
rush of hormones were waiting for her.  She wasn't exactly naked, but she
felt exposed in this nightgown.  Eric's family had enjoyed multiple views
of Rachel's nearly naked body the last few days.  She had no reason to be
embarrassed walking down the hall with no one around.  The real reason for
her pounding heart was the slight crack in Eric's door.  Like a moth to a
flame, she was drawn toward his room.
   Unable to ignore her curiosity, Rachel peered in at the sleeping
teenager.  It was even better than she could hope!  She saw Eric's boxers
lying on the floor beside his bed.  The way his sheets tangled around his
body gave the indication he must be sleeping nude!  A fantasy of walking in
and giving Eric a blow job came flooding into Rachel's mind.  Her hormones
took control.
   **OMG.  I'm really doing this!
   Rachel silently opened the door and padded into Eric's room.  She had
come a long way from last week when her sexual fantasy had no chance of
happening.  So far, in fact, that she was now kneeling beside Eric's bed in
a haze of delirious arousal.
   Her eyes were locked on the impressive bulge under his thin sheet.  It
was the closest she had ever been to a naked boy and her body was
responding with urgency.  Eric merely had to shift a bit and the sheet
would slide off revealing the object of her fascination.
   **When he rolls over and exposes his erection, I'm going to do it.
   No way would Eric protest waking up to an almost naked Rachel happily
sucking on his long, hard prick.  Rachel didn't know about morning wood and
assumed he was sporting his erection for another reason.
   It was a perfect plan.  She had never performed oral sex before, but
that wasn't going to stop her.  No backing out.  She was in position, ready
and willing.  At the first opening she would just lean over and let nature
take over.
   While she waited, Rachel pondered her recent attitude toward Eric.  She
had been treating him poorly lately, but deep down she still liked him. 
She couldn't blame Eric for sharing a nude sunbathing photo with his best
friend.  Perhaps it was all a misunderstanding and she had been too mean to
him.  She resolved to talk to Eric later and ask him about it.  But for now
she could only concentrate on her body.  What better way to satiate her
physical need than with Eric?  Rachel rehearsed the performance in her mind
while anxiously awaiting the moment to begin.
   ** I just need to stay focused on the target and get latched on before
he says anything.  I'll let my actions do the explaining.  Once he figures
out what's happening, he'll bring out that gorgeous smile and accept it. 
Maybe he'll start playing with my boobs while I'm blowing him.  Or reach
between my legs and feel me up from behind.  I'll let him do anything.  I'm
so worked up, I'll probably orgasm first.  But I'll just keep sucking him
until he cums.
   Rachel's heart pounded away the seconds until her first sexual
experience.  Any remaining reservations melted away.  She sat beside the
bed like a statue ready to present her prime, sexually charged teenage body
to his pleasure.  She was committed and would remain fixed in this spot
until Eric moved.
   **tick, tick, tick.  Thump, thump, thump.
   After a minute which seemed like an hour, doubts started to return. 
Rachel eyed the exit.  She was still glued to the spot by her hormones, but
reality was creeping in around the edges of the fantasy.
   **Maybe this isn't such a good idea.
   Rachel felt dizzy and put her hand down to steady herself.  Her movement
finally broke the spell and she eyed the door with more seriousness.  If
she was quiet, she could still get out before Eric noticed.  Unfortunately,
instead of touching carpet like she expected, her hand landed on a silky
material.  Eric's boxers.  It was enough to pause her quick escape.  Her
body didn't want to leave.  Not after coming so close.  Torn between
fantasy and reality, Rachel struggled for a few moments.  She couldn't
decide what to do.
   Sadly, the decision was about to be made for her.  And it did not turn
out at all like she imagined...TO BE CONTINUED
   Thornwood Episode III - In Training Part 2 It started as a rustle.  Eric
was stirring!  Before she could react, Eric looked over and saw the goddess
statue kneeling beside his bed.  She wasn't naked, but she might as well
have been.  Her nightgown was topless and bottomless and concealed nothing
to his view.  Despite the pleasant scene, he was still a little freaked out
that she seemed to be sitting in his bedroom silently watching him sleep.
   "Rachel what the hell?"
   He started to roll over to better address the girl.  Along the way his
sheet started to slip off his body.
   This was it.
   Rachel had to make her move.  She had already screwed up by allowing
herself to be distracted by Eric's boxers on the floor.  She lost the
element of surprise then she let him speak to her.  None of this was part
of the plan.  She needed to act fast before the fantasy unraveled.  She
jumped to her feet.  But the fluid maneuver she had imagined performing
ended up clumsy and capricious.  She was the complete novice displaying
uncertainty with every movement.
   **Get a hold of yourself, girl.  Stick to the plan.  Just get latched on
and let your body do the talking.
   Rachel mustered her courage and leaned toward the bed; a final attempt
to initiate her first sexual experience.  Alas, the experience wasn't meant
to be.  With the sheet out of the way, Eric's entire body was exposed.  But
when she looked down, Rachel was greeted by a most unexpected sight.  One
which stopped her in her tracks.
   Eric wasn't naked!  He was wearing a pair of briefs.  Somehow Rachel had
missed that little detail.  His boxers on the floor caused her to assume he
had taken them off during the night.  Maybe he had, but he was still
wearing briefs which concealed his bulging privates just fine.  He was also
wearing a grin which kept growing by the second.  Was he starting to
suspect Rachel's perverse scheme?
   Rachel couldn't continue.  It would mean seducing him out of his briefs
and she was too inexperienced and nervous to try something like that.  With
her blow job plan thwarted, Rachel started backpedaling away from Eric's
bed like it was poison.  She wracked her brain for a legitimate
explanation. Instinctively, she reached up to cover her nakedness and found
she was still holding Eric's boxers.  She draped them over her blushing
chest as she stammered for a response.
   "I...I...boxers" Rachel was mercifully saved by a flash of an idea "I
have to collect your laundry as part of my new chore list...Sorry if I woke
you."
   On her way to the door, she gathered up some of Eric's clothes which
were strewn about in typical teenage fashion.
   "Well you could have knocked." In his sleepiness, Eric was confused by
the whole encounter and still a little freaked out.
   "Sorry" was all she could say, trying to suppress her deep blush at
almost having her deviant plan laid as bare as her body.  It was a pretty
weak excuse, but Rachel wasn't going to stick around to see if Eric bought
it.  Once she had enough clothes in her arms, she backed out of Eric's
bedroom and closed the door.
   It took a few second to keep from fainting.  Then Rachel remembered she
was holding a pile of Eric's dirty clothes.
   **Yuck!
   She had to take these down to the laundry room.  It was the only way to
maintain her fabricated excuse.  Meanwhile Eric stretched his long body out
and stood up shaking his head.  He didn't know it, but he had just missed
out on the best experience of his young life.  But he soon discovered a
consolation when he opened his laptop to find a new video waiting on his
hard drive.  It was a special performance from Rachel.  She had snuck
downstairs last night after bed and spent a little personal time in front
of the computer.  The HD webcam mounted on top had captured every detail.
   Eric watched the recording of Rachel reading her email in her revealing
nightgown.  That alone would have been a decent addition to his `swimmer'
collection.  But then Rachel got a strange look in her eye and her demeanor
changed.  Eric recognized what was happening because he had seen the same
look by the pool last week.  Still, he nearly flipped out when the girl
stripped off her nightgown to display her completely naked body to the
camera.  To Eric's elation, Rachel's strip show soon escalated into a naked
erotic massage.  Eric settled into a massage of his own; matching her
stroke for stroke.
   As they each neared release; they were interrupted by two very different
developments.  While Rachel had been disrupted by a sound from down the
hall, something completely different stopped Eric in his tracks.  It was
barely noticeable on the recording.  But near the end before she jumped out
of her chair to run for cover, Rachel clearly uttered two words between her
stifled moans.
   Eric couldn't believe it.  But after replaying it a several times, he
confirmed Rachel's words, "Oh Tommy!"
   She had been fantasizing about his best friend.  Tommy had a thing for
Rachel, but Eric was shocked to learn the feeling was mutual.  Normally he
would have shared the information with Tommy immediately, but this time was
different.  Eric felt a twinge of jealousy.  He didn't want Tommy dating
Rachel.  He would have to think about it some more.
   Right now, he was still a little freaked out that she had been watching
him sleep like that.  So he made a fateful decision to start closing his
door when he went to bed.  That caused him to miss out on many morning
sexual advances courtesy of the horny teenage girl next door.
   Meanwhile, Rachel had loaded the clothes washer and added a medium
amount of detergent.  Then she started the cycle of Eric's dirty clothes.
She grumbled to herself all the way back to the bathroom.
   **I'm a girl, not a slave.  Surely they can't make me do this
indefinitely.
   She took a quick shower and dressed in Lily's donated dress.  Rachel
thought back to her swim tryout.  She had so casually given her clothes
away to her mom.  It was no big deal back then.  She owned plenty of
outfits.  But those clothes were long gone.  The only thing she owned now
was this single dress.
   She took one last look in the mirror and confirmed her worst fear.  The
dress was surely too immodest to wear to school.  The hem was simply too
short.  The Thornwood dress code would never allow her to wear this. 
Anyone could see up her dress by merely bending over a bit.  It didn't help
that she didn't own decent underwear.
   Rachel went back into her room.  It didn't take her long to find the
package of girl's panties in the sparsely furnished guest room.  Because
Rachel's room was not really designed to be a bedroom, it didn't have a
closet or dresser.  The only place left to look was in the room's only
drawer which was in the little nightstand beside her bed.  Sadly, Rachel's
entire wardrobe fit into that one drawer with room to spare.  She folded
her nightgown and put it away then found a pair of white panties to
struggle into.
   There was another package in that drawer that she had forgotten about.
Her `socks'.  Rachel pulled out the package and stared at it with
disbelief. She had simply requested comfortable, practical socks.  But
instead Eric's mom went shopping in the intimate section and picked out
thigh high stockings with silky pink bows on top and a matching garter
belt.
   **She can't allow a simple request.  She always has to do it her way.
   While she grumbled about Eric's mom, she decided to at least give the
stockings a chance.  She couldn't have predicted that before the day was
out she would be dumping them in a trash can.  It didn't matter to Rachel
by now.  She might as well be playing dress-up.  She thought she would
never be allowed to attend Thornwood in this outfit.  No matter what Eric's
mom wanted, the school had a strict dress code.  Eric's mom would have to
give in and provide an acceptable replacement outfit.
   Rachel wasn't against dressing up if the occasion called for it.  But
even then, garters were not supposed to be visible.  These stockings
stopped at mid-thigh and the super short dress didn't come down to cover
their lace tops.  The little sexy bows which were supposed to be concealed
were plainly visible.  That left nothing over her thighs except lace garter
straps running up front and back.  The straps attached to the belt which
was sitting low on her waist.
   **This is ridiculous.  I feel like a dress-up doll and Susan is the 3
year old who doesn't know anything about clothes.
   The swim trainers, her only pair of shoes, completed the outfit adding
several inches to Rachel's height and making her unbalanced.  Once
`dressed' for school, however improperly, Rachel went downstairs.
   "Rachel, I hope you slept well" Susan was making breakfast but happily
stopped to study the girl.  "Ah, you found your new stockings!" She didn't
wait for Rachel to acknowledge the statement but walked over and began
proudly appraising the outfit.
   "Oh, I remember what it was like to be your age.  You'd look absolutely
adorable in whatever you were wearing!" She turned the girl around as if to
make sure everything checked out.  That's when she noticed the dress' belt.
Rachel had forgotten to tie it in back.  Being a little girl's dress, the
belt was actually positioned well above Rachel's waist.  In fact it sat
just below her ample bust.  Eric's mom reached up and pulled the belt into
a tight bow which shortened the dress length even more.
   Additionally, Eric's mom had washed Lily's dress in very hot water the
day before which shrunk it at least full size.  What used to be borderline
acceptable was now completely inappropriate.  Last time she'd worn it, the
dress had barely covered the Rachel's naked bottom.  But now her firm
teenage ass clad only in white panties was completely hanging out below the
hemline.
   Rachel blushed and tugged at the dress futilely willing it to be longer.
   "Mrs.  G, I can't wear this to school" Rachel started.
   "Let me stop you right there, young lady.  You know the rules.  We both
agreed that I should be the one picking out your wardrobe until you can be
more careful with your things.  We settled it yesterday and after what you
did to the dryer, you have no excuse to argue.  Do I make myself clear?"
   The tight belt around Rachel's ribs now accentuated her ample bosom. 
She no longer owned a bra.  Not that she needed one.  But she would feel
much more confident if her hard nipples weren't so prominent beneath the
thin material of the dress.
   "Yes, ma'am.  I understand.  It's just..."
   "Just what?" she looked up from her meal preparations in annoyance.
   "Well, there's a dress code and I don't think this will pass.  It's so
short!" That was an understatement.  The Thornwood dress code was not very
specific, but in this case it didn't have to be.  Girls are not allowed to
attend school with their skimpy panties showing.  That much should have
been obvious.
   Eric's mom smiled.  She had already planned for that argument. 
"Nonsense!  Short dresses are the style for girls these days.  But if the
dress code is all you're worried about, I have good news.  I spoke to your
principal earlier and explained your predicament; how you had lost all your
belongings in the storm.  I told him about the generous donations of our
neighbors and he was very understanding.  Similar things have happened to
other students in the past, like house fires.  When dealing with donated
clothes, the students don't always have control over what is available to
them.  So what the school normally does in such situations is waive the
dress code requirement until you are able to replace your old wardrobe!  He
understands your hardship and doesn't want to add additional stress. 
Beggars can't be choosers when it comes to donated clothing after all. 
Isn't that great?"
   Defeated, Rachel slumped into a dining room chair where she learned her
dress didn't even touch the chair unless she tugged on it.  The simple act
of breathing caused it to creep back up until her panties were again
visible from every direction.
   **Doesn't want to add additional stress?!  How can I attend class while
flashing my panties to the whole world?
   Rachel sat for a few seconds trying to come up with a solution to the
problem.  She had agreed to whatever outfit Eric's mom chose for her.  That
wasn't such a problem until combined with an exemption from the school
dress code.  Rachel surely looked ridiculous flashing garter straps and
little girl panties.  Not to mention her thinly veiled chest and
embarrassingly hard nipples.  Rachel would never attend school dressed like
this but alternatives eluded her.  She needed advice from someone she could
trust.
   **Maybe Ellie can help!
   Just then a sound came from upstairs.  Eric had taken longer than usual
to get ready but was finally stirring.  As good as breakfast smelled,
Rachel didn't want to sit across the table from Eric after the failed
seduction attempt in his bedroom earlier.
   Rachel made an excuse to Eric's mom and grabbed her backpack on the way
out the door.  She wasn't committed to going to school, but she would use
the walk to think.  Surely an answer would come to her along the way.  If
nothing else, she might be able to catch Ellie leaving for school and get
advice, or even borrow something else to wear.  It was a long shot, but it
was enough to cheer her up a little...TO BE CONTINUED
   Thornwood Episode III - In Training Part 3 "What do you mean they
arrested him?"
   "Well, what do you expect?  His methods were already borderline illegal.
The public accepted it as a `cost saving measure'.  In tough economic times
like these they were supportive of the new prison uniforms because it saved
the county over $40,000 in laundry costs alone.  Besides, if the female
prisoners didn't want their privacy violated, they shouldn't have broken
the law in the first place.  He would have been ok if he had the brains to
take it slow for a while.  But he pushed things a bit too far too fast."
   Bystander looked up from his computer at his second in command who was
bringing the bad news "So what now?  Are they shutting the program down?"
   "It doesn't look good" Grigor was trying to be realistic.  His boss was
hard to work for sometimes, but they were all working for the same goal. 
"Right now I would say the program in Ogaline county is toast.  But it
looks like the damage isn't spreading.  We have already moved to limit the
media exposure to local outlets only.  The other two counties are unaware
of what happened at Ogaline.  Their programs are still online and we have
warned the wardens about getting too greedy with their progress."
   "Good enough" Bystander wasn't happy, but things like this happened
regularly in this line of work.  He stared back at his computer screen.  He
wasn't happy, neither was he surprised by the outcome.  He knew from the
beginning that America would prove to be one of the most difficult
countries to crack.
   The original plan of using the prison system to introduce nudity seemed
promising at first.  The country had a historically punitive attitude
toward criminals as well as an extensive incarceration system.  But the
initiative was taking longer than expected to gain momentum.  There was
still a chance the prison program would pan out.  But in his experience the
most successful programs were also the most creative.  The ones in places
he least expected to succeed.
   He turned back to his employee "Give me a status update on our other
American projects."
   "Let's see, the nude protest initiative is expanding among activist
groups.  Some have even started using pornography as a legitimate form of
protest."
   That wasn't much of a stretch.  Most of those groups were taking off
their clothes to protest things way before his organization infiltrated
them.  Still, Bystander was more than happy to exploit idealistic college
girls na�ve enough to think they could make a difference by stripping naked
for a cause.  But naked hippies were nothing new and hardly mainstream.  He
would have to do better than that to conquer America.
   "We also have the Prairie Village project in Oklahoma."
   Bystander smiled.  He had seen some footage from that project and was
quite impressed.  It was a good example of what can happen when you take a
chance.  This project was different than the prison one because it featured
willing participants.  The on-site management team was literally rewriting
history to fit their agenda.  Meanwhile, the participants were either too
stupid or too desperate to object.  Bystander suspected they simply didn't
know any better.
   It was doubly impressive that that project was succeeding because it was
in the middle of the country; in the area known as the `Bible Belt'.  His
research told him to expect stiff resistance to public nudity due to the
religious inclination of the populous.  But it was his other projects
around the country that were stalling while the ones in the south seemed to
be flourishing.
   "What's the latest with Thornwood?"
   Grigor quickly gave Bystander an update.  It had all seemed like such a
long shot a few months ago when the concept of `modernizing' swim uniforms
was hatched.  Grigor had been involved from the beginning.  He had seen the
background research into the swim program at Thornwood.  He had supplied
the donations to the program and coordinated the aquatic facility upgrades.
He had read the psychological profile of the new head Coach.  It was an
impressive feat to get that much done in such a short amount of time before
the school year started.  But even then, on paper, the initiative seemed
doomed to fail.
   That was why is boss was a genius.  Bystander could take the most
obscure idea and turn it into success.  He had performed financial miracles
with many companies and subsidiaries over the years.  He was so good at
reading and manipulating people, it was almost scary.  Grigor wasn't
surprise when he finally got bored with wild financial success and started
playing with his money at the age of 40.
   Nudity projects started as a hobby.  Bystander could talk a woman out of
her clothes with ease.  Grigor had seen it himself more than once at a
local bar or on vacation.  But like everything he began, Bystander soon
needed a bigger challenge.  Simple parlor tricks weren't enough. 
Bystander's sexual exploits soon became research subjects for his next
undertaking.  Before he knew it, Grigor was managing an entire shadow
organization dedicated to launching nudity projects around the globe.
   "The key" he once said "is to start them young.  You can't change a
grown woman, my friend.  Not permanently.  You have to indoctrinate them at
an early age.  Eventually we will have an entire generation of naked young
women in all areas of society.  They will have never known any different.
Then they will be the model for the next generation after them." As
daunting as that goal sounded, Grigor knew better than to doubt his boss
could pull it off.
   It was hardly unrewarding work.  Grigor was paid as well as ever.  And
studying naked women was much more fun than staring at financial
spreadsheets all day.  Before he knew it, Grigor was just as committed to
the agenda as Bystander himself.
   His boss was hands on with the projects even to the point of personally
managing the points of contact.  Even then, Grigor was surprise the
Thornwood project was still alive.  Everything and everyone involved in the
project was controlled from the principal to the school board.  The only
thing they couldn't control was the students themselves.  At that point it
became a shot in the dark.  It would take a perfect storm of circumstances
to pull this one off.  But Grigor's boss was the rainmaker.
   Grigor was pleasantly shocked when the reports started rolling in after
the tryout.  The students generally accepted the uniform changes.  He
should have expected it.  Whatever his boss touched magically turned to
gold.  And Bystander had hand selected which sample uniforms to send in the
shipment from his subsidiary company, BysTek Aquatic.
   A few students later rejected them (as expected) and a group of parents
got together and made a run at firing the head coach.  But some quick
maneuvering with the school board ended that threat.  The project
eventually dwindled to a single star swimmer who, for whatever reason,
hadn't yet rejected her uniform.  It wasn't much, but if she could improve
her times enough to get noticed on a larger scale the uniform trend might
catch on.
   The swim team had not yet been to a single meet so there was still
plenty of time for something to go wrong.  But the project was still
considered to be on track and Bystander had several tricks yet to play.  He
was determined to see this project succeed and Grigor wasn't about to bet
against him...TO BE CONTINUED
   Thornwood Episode III - In Training Part 4 Rachel stood outside her
first period classroom trying to figure out how she had talked herself into
attending school all day in this ridiculous outfit.  Deep down some
uncontrollable desire to expose herself had taken root, and she hated the
consequences.
   The pattern was clear even as she stood there.  She built up the moment
of exposure in her mind, imagining what it would be like and yearning to
experience it.  Her arousal drove her to get to that point.  But without
fail, the exposure always lasted longer than the thrill.  At that point it
became a personal challenge for her.  She could have a nervous breakdown,
but she was better than that.  She had to push herself; to condition her
will just like she conditioned her body in the pool all summer.  She had to
outlast the episode of exposure and prove that she was strong enough to
endure the humiliation.
   How else could she explain why she was now standing in the halls of
Thornwood in a tiny dress with no bra and a pair of skimpy panties?
   Driven from Eric's house earlier, she'd had no intention of actually
going to school today.  She walked in the direction of Ellie's house but
wasn't in a hurry to get anywhere in particular.  She had hoped to use the
time to think clearly about her situation.  Rachel could already tell it
was going to be another hot southern day as she approached Ellie's house.
It was one of the only advantages to being barely dressed.  She actually
welcomed the warm sun.
   The first time past Ellie's house, she saw no sign of her friend. 
Thinking she was a little early, Rachel went around the block before
gathering enough courage to knock on the front door.  Rachel imagined a
cousin answering the door and changed her mind as soon as she knocked.  She
turned to run but only made it a couple feet in her wobbly shoes. 
Fortunately, Ellie's mom answered the door.  "No, I'm sorry.  She went to
school early to help setup for swim practice."
   Ellie's mom gave Rachel a strange look but said nothing about her
outfit.
   **Maybe I can catch her at the aquatic center and get her opinion.
   It was as good a plan as any.  Having finally been assigned a real
locker in the changing rooms, she could at least drop off her swim uniform.
She wasn't committing to going to school.  Not yet, at least.  But she
hadn't made up her mind to skip either, because she didn't really have an
excuse to play hooky.  The district's absence policy got stricter every
year.  Skipping school even once without a good excuse could land you in
summer school.
   **I'm just going to talk to Ellie.
   Considering it a trial run, Rachel resumed her walk in the direction of
the aquatic center.  If nothing else, she could judge the reaction of
students along the way.  If it turned out to be worse than she imagined she
could always play sick and get sent home.  She felt better knowing she had
an escape plan if things went badly.
   As she walked Rachel tried to do something about her state of exposure.
The first trick was to adjust her backpack for extra rear coverage.  That
left the dress itself which didn't provide much in the way of extra fabric.
Her thoughtful efforts soon deteriorated into a futile tugging match with
the hemline.  But in her frustration, Rachel stumbled on a way to maximize
what precious little material she did have.  The collar closed with a weak
metal latch in back.  Her tugging stretched the latch until it broke.
   With the collar opened, one side of the dress slid off her shoulder. 
She pulled one side of the hemline down to an appropriate length.  Combined
with the backpack she was actually pretty well covered.  She was still
flashing her panties with every step.  So she strategically placed a hand
between her legs for extra cover.  But walking around with your hand over
your crotch only serves to draw people's attention to that fact.
   **What are you doing, girl?  After all you've been through, you're
worried about a little panty flash?  You can't walk around school all day
with your hand down there.  It will look like you're fondling yourself.  It
would be better to just walk normally and act like nothing's wrong with
your outfit.  Wait!  Am I really thinking about going through with this?
   With a guilty smile, Rachel imagined walking into math class and sitting
down like everything was fine.  While she listened attentively to the
lesson, her outfit would be distracting everyone else.  If she did it
regularly, she would probably end up with the best grade in the class
because everyone else would be ogling her body.  Rachel giggled at the
thought and quickened her pace.
   **Represent yourself with pride in everything you do.
   Foot traffic increased as she stepped onto the school grounds.  Rachel
got attention, especially from the horny teenage boys.  Last week she had
made it through School Pride Day in nothing but a warm-up jacket.  She
couldn't help but feel confident when compared to that.  She caught a few
boys sneaking glimpses at her panties as she walked and got a flush of
excitement out of it.
   **Eat your heart out, boys.  You can look all you want, but you'll never
find what you're looking for.
   Rachel didn't find Ellie at the aquatic center.  So she went on to the
changing rooms and loaded her `uniform' into the locker with her name on
it. There at the bottom of her backpack lay another problem.  Last night
she had placed the pinnacle in her backpack to deal with later.  She had
forgotten about it until now.  Fortunately, she could put off dealing with
it at least until swim practice.  So Rachel placed it in her locker and
turned to go to school.
   Once in the halls of the school Rachel was feeling pretty confident. 
There were enough students crowding everywhere that she could work her way
around without attracting too much attention.  She still got the occasional
look of shock, but it was not nearly as bad as she imagined it would be.
   She started to get more self-conscious the closer she got to first
period.  The crowds thinned out until there were smaller pockets of
students huddled together.  It made Rachel feel like an outsider.  Having
transferred in from out of state, she didn't have any friends except Eric.
The first few days of school had been so crazy; she hadn't even bothered to
learn anyone's name beside Ellie.
   Now she was really feeling self-conscious as she got more dirty looks.
Each clique huddled closer and whispered as she passed.  By the time she
got to the door of her classroom, Rachel was having serious doubts about
her ability to go through with it.
   Her doubts were confirmed when the bell rang.  Rather than be tardy and
risk detention, she stepped through the door like it was completely normal.
The reaction she got was anything but normal...TO BE CONTINUED
   Thornwood Episode III - In Training Part 5
   All conversation stopped as the teenage girl tentatively stepped through
the doorway and into the classroom.  For a moment Rachel felt light-headed.
But her heart wasn't the only thing pounding.  A sensation grew between her
legs similar to the one she had felt as swim tryout; a mixture of arousal
and humiliation.  At least this time she was only showing way too much leg
and a flash of white panty.  The adrenaline rush kept her upright while she
fought to suppress the hormones.  After the world didn't end, Rachel took a
deep breath and started toward her seat.
   **Too late to back out now.
   Every eye in the room followed the girl's steps as she crossed the front
of the room.  The little pink bows on her stockings accentuated her creamy
white legs while the garter straps disappeared beneath the dress.  She was
almost to the relative safety of her desk when the teacher stopped her.
   "RACHEL!  I don't know what stunt you're trying to pull, but I will not
allow a student disrupt class in this manner.  You can streak yourself
straight to the principal's office!  And don't come back until you've put
your skirt back on."
   "I'm not streaking" Rachel turned in dismay "this is my dress.  It's
just...a little short."
   "Well it's too short for the dress code and you know it.  Now go.  And
not another word, or it's detention for you!"
   Not given the chance to explain further, Rachel turned and shuffled out
of the room.  The class exploded with laughter as soon as she was out of
sight.
   Principal Robinson's first reaction was shock when the teenager appeared
in his doorway.  Her teacher had called ahead and told him about her
attempted streak.  When she arrived it sure looked to him like she was
missing a few articles of clothing.  Besides missing a skirt and/or
something to cover her legs, the teenager's natural assets under the thin
top made it obvious she wasn't wearing a bra.  Simply put, she was
stunning.
   It took a few moments for him to get back on track.  Then he remembered
the conversation he'd had with a parent early that morning.  The Gillmony
family, whose son, Eric was a student at Thornwood was also hosting a young
lady until her family could get settled in town.  She was also a member of
the swim team.  The way Mrs.  Gillmony described it to Principal Robinson,
Rachel's wardrobe was one of the casualties of last week's powerful storm.
   Principal Robinson switched gears into one of his most important job
duties; protecting his students.
   "Your guardian told me about what happened.  I'm so sorry your teacher
was not informed of your hardship.  I will send out a memo to the rest of
the faculty so you won't be bothered."
   "She's not my guardian.  I'm just staying there for a few days."
   "As far as the school is concerned, she is your guardian.  You are
technically living at the Gillmony house and we have the paperwork from
your mother.  Otherwise you would not have been allowed to transfer to
Thornwood until the spring semester.  Now I know you have been through a
traumatic time with the recent storm.  If you need to talk about it, our
school counselor is always available."
   After he dismissed the girl, he closed his door and said "wow" under his
breath.  No grown man could keep himself from looking when something like
that walked by.  Her long, bare legs were sure to attract attention around
school under that insanely short dress.
   But he couldn't go against the wishes of her guardian and risk
discrimination charges.  He had to make an exception because of her
hardship.
   **It will be fine for one day.  It's not like every outfit she wears
will be that scandalous, right?
   Principal Robinson called Rachel's first period teacher back then wrote
a quick memo explaining the girl's situation.  He instructed his secretary
to distribute the memo to the faculty then went back to his office.
   Rachel took a detour on the way back to her classroom.  Basically she
was stalling.  She didn't want to face the class again.  For another
reason, she needed a physical reprieve.  So she headed to the nearest
restroom and entered a private stall.
   She was going on nearly two hours wearing these too small panties and
she was really starting to feel sore.  Her pussy mound had been constantly
squeezed and the only way to truly relieve the pressure was by pulling her
panties down a bit.  Rachel breathed a sigh of relief after making the
adjustment.  With the constricting fabric removed, blood resumed pumping
through her lower lips resulting in a dull ache.
   She automatically started rubbing herself to just massage the ache away.
But it felt so good Rachel was soon in the middle of another mini-bate. 
She felt like such a degenerate, masturbating in the girl's restroom at her
high school.
   **Mmmh.  Has it really come to this?
   She gave herself a final squeeze before reluctantly pulling her panties
back up.  She felt much better now, but still had to face her classmates.
   **If I could just make the hem longer all the way around instead of just
one side...DUH!  Why not pull the collar over both my shoulders and turn
the dress into a strapless?  What an idiot.
   The answer had been there all along.  Rachel excitedly tugged on her
collar.  She just needed to stretch it enough to fit both shoulders
through. Then the dress, though still short, would be long enough to cover
her bottom adequately.  The collar resisted at first, then started to grow.
   **Almost..got..it...
   Rachel winced as she heard the `rrrip' sound coming from her back.  She
had pushed the collar too far and the back seam gave way.  She couldn't
judge the full damage without a mirror.  At least there was more than
enough room to fit her shoulders through.  But it might be a little too
much room.  With her arms relaxed, the dress neckline was now well below
her collarbone and she was showing quite a bit of cleavage.  On the plus
side, the hem was now hanging modestly at her thigh.
   **Never thought wearing a strapless dress to class would be considered
an improvement.
   Rachel gathered her things and stepped out of the stall to look at
herself in the mirror.  It looked more natural than trying to wear it
crooked.  In this new configuration, the dress was actually kind of cute.
It was still too short for comfort, but acceptable.  By solving the length
problem, she had created another.  If she leaned forward too far, it became
obvious to anyone who cared to look that the girl wasn't wearing a bra and
her boobs were dangerously close to popping out.
   To Rachel, it was the lesser of two evils.  She decided she could face
the class like this.  Maybe even make it through the whole day.
   **Better to flash a little cleavage than have your ass hanging out the
bottom.  If only these panties weren't so tight!
   She couldn't help that, though.  She would just have to endure.  So
Rachel headed back to her class with her newly modified attire.  The
teacher was in a kinder mood and the class left her alone.  Rachel was so
distracted; she barely heard any of the lesson.  She mostly stared at the
clock and couldn't be happier when the bell rang to dismiss.  She'd made it
through first period.  Only 6 more to go...TO BE CONTINUED
  
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