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 Author: Ribeye98
Title: Thornwood Episode III - In training
Part: 11 - 15 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 11
   Rachel had just started climbing the mountain to orgasm when an
intrusive sound broke through the spell.  A large truck approached and let
out a long horn blast.  Her hormonal shell shattered and Rachel opened her
eyes and sat up.  Once again afraid of being caught, she scooted into the
deepest shadow of the alcove just as the large truck pulled to a stop.  A
young delivery driver hopped out of his cab.  He didn't see the naked girl
hiding in the shadow, but she could see him.  The horn blast was a signal
for someone inside to come open the service door.
   It was worth investigating.  She stood up silently on wobbly legs and
brushed the dust and pebbles off her and smoothed out her hair.  After
regaining her composure, Rachel crept to the end of the alcove and peeked
out.
   There was an open service door not more than 20 feet away.  Rachel
guessed from the picture on the side of the trailer that the truck was
delivering food supplies to the school cafeteria.  The cafeteria was right
next to the aquatic center!  Encouraged by this revelation; Rachel mustered
her courage and energy for the next leg of her journey.
   **I am better than the stoners.  This is my body.  No one else has a
right to see it unless I say.  Now stop screwing around, girl.
   Her plan to march naked through the school evaporated.  She had come too
far to give up now.  She transitioned back into stealth mode and got ready
to move.  The delivery driver came back out after a couple minutes and went
around to the back of the large truck.  Rachel waited until he was inside
the trailer before darting from the safety of the alcove to the service
door.  A cold blast almost knocked her over because the door led straight
into the kitchen freezer.
   Rachel stood in place for a moment while her eyes adjusted to the dark
room.  She needed to move fast, but smacking into a rack or wall could be
disastrous.  The deep freeze had industrial fans which felt like she was
standing in a wind tunnel.  Without any clothes for warmth, her body began
to shiver as the ice cold air blasted her from all directions.
   As soon as she could see, Rachel found the other door and started that
way.  Goose bumps rose all over her body and her teeth started to chatter.
   **Got to keep moving.
   She reached the freezer door and cracked it open.  The main kitchen
looked empty, but she waited another moment just to make sure.  She almost
waited too long.  The delivery driver appeared in the service door behind
her pushing a hand cart full of supplies.
   Unable to wait any longer, she stepped into the kitchen; happy to be
free from the biting cold.  The only sign of activity was the dishwashing
station where two large commercial dishwashers were humming away.  Their
operator was nowhere to be seen, but Rachel could tell from the stack of
dirty trays he or she would soon be back.
   Rachel turned the other direction and walked the length of the kitchen.
If she was correct, this side of the kitchen led to the cafeteria exit
closest to the aquatic center.  She cautiously opened the kitchen door to
look out over the large cafeteria.
   Inside was a single janitor waxing the floor with a machine that looked
like a giant vacuum cleaner.  He was facing away, so didn't see Rachel's
door open.  Rachel's heart started pounding again.  She located her target
door about 50 feet away then she ducked back into the kitchen.  She was
almost home free.  She couldn't afford to wait around in the kitchen for
the janitor to finish.  Not with the delivery guy making his rounds.
   She cracked the door again and studied the janitor waiting for the right
time to make a run for it.  She noticed something about his movements and
saw the ear buds sticking out his ears.  He was dancing to music as he
worked!  The information gave her the encouragement she needed.  She
believed she could make it to the exit while his back was turned and he was
distracted by the music.
   Rachel took a deep breath and pushed the door open.  She tried to launch
herself toward the exit like a rocket but slipped on the freshly waxed
floor.
   "Oohf!" She fell to the ground with a thud.  Just then the door she had
just left slammed shut and the janitor jumped.
   Rachel froze as the janitor turned to look in her corner of the
cafeteria.  Nothing more than a couple of tables separated the naked girl
from the janitor.  Rachel hugged the ground and prayed she would not be
detected.  After a couple of agonizing seconds, the janitor turned back to
his machine and resumed his work.  It was probably the only chance he would
ever get to see a hot student streaking the cafeteria; and he barely missed
it.
   Not about to take another chance by slipping, Rachel crawled the rest of
the way an snuck out the exit.  There across the hall was the entrance to
the aquatic center with the door still propped open.  Exhausted and
embarrassed, Rachel made it to the now empty locker room.  Her stockings
were in tatters from the ordeal.  She threw the ruined garments in the
trash as a complete loss and headed to the shower.
   She washed off all the dirt and grime before returning to her locker
where her dress was still waiting on its hanger.  She even found her shoes
in the hall where she had kicked them off earlier.
   Rachel left the school with a heavy sigh and walked home in silence;
trying to process what had just happened to her.  It wasn't like her. 
Before now she never thought much about her clothes; though her outfits
tended to be on the conservative side.
   Today, however, her school outfit was much more revealing than she was
used to.  Bare shoulders and no bra were the least of it.  She had even
chosen to go without panties!  But there was a big difference between
wearing a short dress and no dress at all.
   **How could I have forgotten to put on that dress?
   In a weird way it sort of made sense, though.  In the past week she had
spent more time naked than clothed.  And when she was clothed, her sense of
modesty was being twisted into knots by her outfits.  She couldn't keep
applying the same childish standard of modesty to every situation.  Rachel
pondered that concept as she walked.
   She had to evolve her standards to match the complex situations she
would continue to face.  And she had to start drawing on the expertise of
those more familiar with the situation.  Coach Ron knew more about the
latest swim styles and regulations than anyone else.  The school board
meeting had settled that debate.  With the pinnacle, Coach Ron provided the
only necessary component of a proper competition swim uniform.  Who was she
to question it?
   **I guess it doesn't matter if I compete topless.  I am faster than ever
in that uniform.  Why should anything else matter?
   Similarly, Eric's mom wouldn't intentionally buy her an inappropriate
nightgown, would she?
   **The open space in front was for me because I complained about the
other nightgowns.  Maybe I should cut her some slack.  There's nothing
wrong with being more casual around the house.  Ellie's family doesn't seem
to mind when she does it.  Perhaps Ellie had the right idea all along.
   Rachel smiled.  Yes.  Each situation was unique.  The key was to find
the appropriate attire for each activity.  Modesty should always yield to
propriety.  If the outfit was comfortable and appropriate, why should she
be embarrassed?  Rachel's pace slowed as she concentrated on developing
this new concept.  It seemed to fit, yet it was all so foreign.  And one
glaring problem persisted as evidenced by today's embarrassing mistake; how
to keep up with all these changing situations.
   **It's ok to be topless at home and topless at swim practice, but not on
the walk home from swim practice.  Urgh!
   How was her easily distractible mind supposed to keep up with the
transitions?  Also, after spending so much time naked around others, her
body couldn't tell when to be embarrassed and when it was normal.  And when
her poor exposed body decided to be embarrassed, the result was extreme
arousal.
   She couldn't rely on her own sense of embarrassment or she would never
survive.  She had to depend upon outside cues, like little Bradley
Harrison. If her knockout body hadn't literally knocked him out, she could
have stumbled into more serious trouble.  If she was going to follow this
idea in practice, she would have to be disciplined.
   **Modesty should always yield to propriety.  Find the right attire for
the activity, and everything else will sort itself out.
   Just then a stiff breeze blew the hem of her dress exposing her bare
bottom.  She blushed then sighed.  Rachel was exhausted and ready to put
today behind her and to get out of this dress.  She quickened her pace. 
She actually looked forward to testing her new theory tonight around the
house.
   Eric's mother was more than willing to oblige...TO BE CONTINUED
   Thornwood Episode III - In Training Part 12
   It was only the second week of school but Eric had Rachel's class
schedule memorized including which halls she used between classes.  He had
used that knowledge to avoid her all day.  But he couldn't avoid Tommy. 
They had most of the same classes as well as lunch period.
   **How could she fall for him instead of me?  He's such a jerk.
   Eric's animosity toward Tommy overflowed near the end of the day when
Tommy suggested they hang out at Eric's pool after school.  "Maybe Rachel
will join us when she gets off practice."
   Eric couldn't stand to see Rachel and Tommy together so he lashed out.
"Oh sure.  Nothing's better than a nice swim after several hours of swim
practice...idiot."
   Eric didn't say much to Tommy after that.  He went home after school and
spent the evening in his room.  He had tried being nice to Rachel.  He had
tried teasing her.  But now he only felt like avoiding her.
   When Rachel got home, Eric's mother was diligently waiting with a stern
look on her face.  "Rachel, come with me".
   Rachel complied and followed Eric's mother into the laundry area in the
back hallway.
   "Did you do this?" she pointed to the washing machine.
   Rachel answered affirmatively, but she didn't understand the stern
attitude from Susan "Yes.  What's the matter with that?"
   "You might want to take a closer look."
   Confused, Rachel stepped over and peered into the washing machine.  The
blood drained from her face when she saw the pile of clothes.  Everything
had been bleached stark white.
   "That can't be.  I know I grabbed the right bottle" She pointed over
where the regular detergent was sitting...right next to the bleach bottle.
   "Careless.  Careless" Eric's mom berated the girl.  "Now I have take
time out of my evening to go to the store and replace these items.  Not to
mention over $200 added to your tab."
   Rachel couldn't believe herself.  She apologized then started to extract
Eric's ruined clothes.
   "Hold it right there.  You have to change out of your school clothes
before starting your chores.  I won't have time this evening to prepare
another outfit for you so you'll have to wear that dress again tomorrow."
   Rachel fidgeted with the hem of her dress.  She was resolved to be less
uptight tonight, but she had hoped to ease into it gradually.  This was so
sudden.  And no matter what she told herself, it was still hard to trade
even this marginally decent outfit for something that seemed so blatantly
indecent.
   Rachel voiced a token protest even though she expected it to fall on
deaf ears "But if I do that, I won't have anything to wear tonight except
my nightgown."
   Predictably, Eric's mom ignored the protest and continued "Oh, you
shouldn't wear your nightgown for doing chores.  It would get dirty and
wouldn't be fit to sleep in afterward.  In fact, it probably needs to be
washed.  Go ahead and add it to tonight's wash pile.  I should have an
extra apron around here somewhere.  I'll loan it to you to wear while
you're doing chores.  It'll be here on the dryer when you get back."
   Eric's mom waited with a fake smile until her little servant obediently
turned to go upstairs.  Then she pulled out the tortuous apron she had
previously picked out to be Rachel's evening wardrobe.
   Back in her room, Rachel wrestled with the new development.  Wearing her
too short, cupless nightgown was bad enough.  But now Eric's mom was
suggesting she wear nothing but an apron this evening while she did her
chores?
   **Would it really be any worse?  No apron could be more revealing than
this.
   No time like the present to test her new theory.  Let modesty yield to
propriety.  An apron was appropriate for chores.  Nightgowns were for
sleeping.
   **Find the right attire for the activity, and everything else will sort
itself out.
   She dug her nightgown out of the nightstand and marched back downstairs.
   Eric's mom had carted in the day's laundry for her to wash.
   Rachel heard the TV on in the living room.  It must have been Richard.
She hesitated for a moment but didn't let it deter her.  She stripped naked
in the hallway and dropped her dress in with the first load along with her
nightgown.  Then she carefully measured the correct amount of detergent;
making sure to avoid the bleach bottle.
   Once the first load was running, she turned toward the dryer look for
the apron.  What she found was not at all what she expected.
   The apron Eric's mom provided turned out not to be an apron at all.  It
was nothing more than a thin belt with a single pocket.  Rachel tied the
`apron' in place and positioned the pocket in front.  It hung down like a
loincloth barely covering her hairless loin.  But every other inch of her
flawless skin was exposed.
   Rachel changed her mind about the apron.  Unfortunately, she had already
trapped herself.  Her dress and nightgown were both soaking wet in the
middle of a wash cycle.  And she couldn't hide in her room all evening. 
Eric's mom would make her finish every chore on her list; apron or no
apron.
   **It's either this, or nothing.
   With the laundry running, Rachel reluctantly acquiesced and turned to
her chore list.
   Laundry practically did itself.  But the other two Monday items, dishes
and dusting, were more hands on.  Eric's mom had not yet mentioned anything
about dinner, so that left dusting.  Rachel went to the utility closet and
found a feather duster.  Then she walked around the empty kitchen knocking
dust off surfaces which didn't look like they needed it.
   She couldn't help but glance out the window panes she passed.  There
were no neighboring houses directly overlooking the Gillmony's back yard.
So Rachel felt safe that she wouldn't be spotted; at least not from the
back of the house.  And even then, it would be hard to tell she was naked.
   **This isn't so bad.
   Rachel hated to admit it, but despite her exhaustion and the mundane
nature of the chore, her body was getting turned on by the idea of doing
housework in the nude.  She had told herself an apron was appropriate, but
her body was not convinced.  It kept filling her mind with exciting
fantasies; of being naked while those around her were clothed.
   One that kept popping into her head was the medieval maiden.  Forced to
perform her duties in the nude for meager pay.  Only paid enough for daily
food; she might never again afford clothes.  On a whim, Rachel pulled her
hair up with a piece of cloth from the drawer and went back to work.
   She felt different in the apron compared to her other revealing outfits.
For one, the nightgown had a ribbon frame around her breasts which at least
kept them under control a little bit.  But now her breasts were completely
free and unrestrained.  Stretching to reach places with the feather duster
caused them to jut out impressively from her body.  She was once again
amazed at how much she had matured in the last few weeks.  Before long, she
was intentionally seeking out positions which would require her to strain
just to experience the liberating and physically exciting sensation.
   Rachel finished dusting the kitchen and moved into the dining room.  The
table looked like it would need something stronger than just a feather
duster.  So she went back to the utility closed and grabbed a couple of
random bottles and a spare rag.
   Back in the dining room, she opened the first bottle which was not
marked.  The smell almost knocked her down so she changed her mind about
that one and set it aside.  The second one had a pine scent.  Thinking it
must be safe for wood surfaces, she dumped some out on the table and
started cleaning.  When she had finished one side, a naughty idea struck
her.  Instead of walking around the table, she bent over it and splayed out
her body to reach the far side.  She also spread her legs and pressed her
ample melons into the hard surface.  Her nipples stiffened at once from the
stimulation.
   Bending over the table served to expose her most intimate area.  A vent
somewhere behind her was blowing cool air right on her bare sex which drove
her crazy with desire.  Rachel reached both arms above her head and feebly
wiped the table down; all the while rubbing little circles on the table
with her rock hard nipples.
   She closed her eyes and let the air vent work between her legs.  She
playfully shifted her hips around as if searching for a position where the
air stream wouldn't be hitting her lower lips which were quickly growing
wet with arousal.  But keeping her legs spread guaranteed a constant
assault no matter how she stood.
   Rachel squirmed on the table working her nipples into a tizzy.  She was
so distracted by her fantasy; she didn't notice the other bottle splashing
over at the edge of the table.  The mysterious liquid which spilled out was
not especially harmful; but it was strong enough to cause the hapless girl
to pass out right where she was...TO BE CONTINUED
   Thornwood Episode III - In Training Part 13
   While she was passed out, Rachel had the strangest daydream.  She found
herself bent over an examination table in a doctor's office.  Unable to
move, or unwilling; she wasn't sure which.
   "It looks like she's got a bad case of adolescent hyper-arousal
syndrome." The doctor was standing behind the naked girl explaining his
diagnosis to Eric's mom who looked concerned.  "One way to verify the
diagnosis is to apply any sort of stimulus to the patient's vulva.  In the
later stages, even the slightest breath can trigger a reaction from the
patient." The doctor leaned in close and blew right on the apex of Rachel's
spread legs.  She responded with a shiver of arousal and a squeal of
approval.
   Eric's mom shook her head "What could have possibly caused it?"
   "AH-AS typically presents when a patient experiences prolonged sexual
stimulation without reaching orgasm.  Extreme physical embarrassment and/or
public exposure can accelerate the condition.
   "What can we do, doctor?  Can she be cured?"
   The doctor shook his head "I'm afraid this is the most aggressive case I
have ever seen.  Her condition has progressed prodigiously and in such a
short time.  At this stage most subjects will have symptoms the rest of
their life."
   "Surely there is some other way you can help her.  We'll try anything!"
   The doctor looked deep in thought for a moment.  Rachel tried to ask
something, but no words came out and the doctor ignored her.  She couldn't
get up from her bent over position and felt helpless.  He wrote something
on a notepad before setting it down on the naked girl's back like she was
nothing more than a piece of furniture.
   **Why won't anyone listen to me?
   Rachel concentrated on voicing a protest.  But then, as if to make up
his mind on something, the doctor leaned over and blew on her sensitive
mound again.  For a few seconds, Rachel's eyes crossed and she lost focus
on everything but the feeling of bliss between her legs.
   The doctor shook his head again then turned back to address Eric's mom.
"I suppose we should try everything at our disposal to help this poor young
lady." He found an article on the nearby computer before continuing. 
"There was a promising trial not too long ago which used a unique approach.
It seems counter-intuitive, but it had astoundingly positive results.  It's
like fighting fire with fire.  It involves a rigorous program of internally
stimulating the patient which seems to counteract the effects of the
existing condition.  Naturally, the most effective form of stimulation is
sexual intercourse."
   **Did he just say what I think he said?
   Then the doctor confirmed Rachel's fear; turning the daydream into a
nightmare.  "I would prescribe regular sessions of vigorous intercourse to
begin immediately.  She needs no less than one daily treatment for at least
the next 6 months.  That is assuming we can locate a sexually potent
assistant willing to help administer the treatment."
   The doctor called a nurse in and told her to cancel his next
appointment. Rachel started to panic.
   **He's not going to administer the first treatment right now, is he?
   "Younger volunteers are preferred because they can usually maintain the
daily regimen.  But the key is to locate one with a sufficiently large
penis.  If it's not big enough to adequately treat the patient, you're
wasting your time.  Another option is to use two or more volunteers who can
take turns administering the treatment."
   Rachel shuddered at the words `sufficiently large', but Eric's mom
reacted with more shock and dismay.  "What kind of doctor are you,
suggesting our little Rachel have sex...as a treatment?  I will not allow
it!"
   **Whew!  That was close.
   The doctor turned and opened a drawer behind him.  "I expected you to
say that.  Very well.  Instead I will prescribe a wearable synthetic device
which provides steady stimulation.  It's not as effective, but it is the
next best option.  It is important that the patient wear this as much as
possible."
   "Oh, I will make sure she wears it all day every day.  It's that
important that she be cured from this terrible disorder."
   From her prone position, Rachel couldn't see what the doctor was holding
as he positioned himself behind her.  With a heroic effort, she managed to
look back and caught a glimpse of what was moving toward her.  It looked
strangely similar to the pinnacle Coach Ron had given her.  But it was
bigger somehow and its sides bulged out menacingly.  She tried to stop the
doctor or close her legs or stand up, but nothing would move.  She was
stuck in place as the `wearable synthetic device' was guided toward her
virgin receptacle.
   At the last moment, Rachel cried out with all her might and woke up...TO
BE CONTINUED
   Thornwood Episode III - In Training Part 14
   Eric's mom walked into the dining room just as Rachel was waking up. 
She saw the two bottles of chemical cleaners and made the connection.
   **The girl can't even do some light dusting without screwing up.
   She couldn't be too upset.  Mixing the wrong cleaning supplies can be
fatal, after all.  She helped Rachel put the supplies away.
   "Eric, Richard and I are going clothes shopping." Richard was not happy
with the plan.  But Susan was not about to leave him alone with a naked
teenage nymph.
   Rachel looked groggy and exhausted.  Susan decided to give her a break.
"Just finish that one load of laundry and you can be done for the night. 
Richard has set up a clothesline out back since the dryer is broken.  You
should take a short break, but don't wait too long.  The clothes won't dry
after the sun goes down.  Once we're on our way home, we'll figure out
something to eat."
   She helped Rachel onto the couch in the living room and went out to the
car where Eric and Richard were waiting.  Rachel was asleep before they
made it to the end of the street.  The last thing to cross her mind was
that she should look up if AH-AS was a real thing or not.  She dozed about
10 minutes before the phone rang.
   "Hi, honey.  How are you holding up?"
   "Mom!  I'm...when are you coming back?" Rachel looked around the room
for something to cover up with.  She suddenly felt indecent.
   "It looks like it will be a while yet."
   "What about the storage building?"
   "I know it has been a hard time for you, sweetie.  Don't worry.  We'll
be able to replace everything as soon as the insurance settlement clears.
But they're being more difficult than I expected.  Some idiot at the
insurance company flagged out house as `in dispute'.  Apparently, the
mortgage company sold our mortgage to some huge multi-national
conglomerate. Bys Financial.  Whatever that is.  Every inquiry I try to
submit is answered with corporate red tape."
   Rachel didn't care about the details.  She just needed clothes...badly.
"Mom, I really need some more outfits."
   Her mother's tone changed at that statement "Susan told me about your
last shopping trip.  I'm disappointed in your behavior.  That's not like
you, Rachel.  You really need to be a good house guest, even if they do
things differently than you're used to.  She also told me about the dryer.
I fully agree with her punishment.  Susan said you have enough outfits for
now.  I think you need to pay back the damages on the dryer before buying
new clothes."
   "but, mom..."
   "Forget it, sweetie.  You're a big girl.  You can take responsibility
for yourself.  Now I'll be coming back as soon as I can.  Hang in there."
Then Rachel's mother tried to make some small talk "I bet you can't wait
for your first swim meet.  I promise I'll be there.  I'll make an extra
trip if I have to.  How is your training going, anyway?"
   "Well, the new uniform is...fine." Rachel was still thinking about the
storage building and didn't feel like explaining the pinnacle to her mom
right now.
   "Good.  I can't wait to see you again.  Love you."
   Rachel stared at the phone after the line went dead.  She should have
told her mom everything and begged for help.  But something held her back.
   Now fully awake, Rachel went back to work.  She loaded up the pocket in
her apron with clothespins.  The sun was low on the horizon but it was
still hot and muggy.  It took some searching outside for her to find the
clothesline on the side of the house.  The location was not as concealed as
the back yard.  Rachel hesitated.  She could see several neighbor houses
from here and a large section of the street.  If she stayed out here long
enough, she was almost guaranteed to be seen.
   Attached to the lowest branch of a nearby tree, the line was well over
the girl's head.  Rachel searched around until she found and overturned a
wooden crate to stand on.  Even then she had to stretch out to hang the
clothes.
   With her perfectly sculpted body fully visible to the street and no hope
for cover, it was only a matter of time before someone drove past and
noticed her.  In a weird way, she kind of enjoyed the anticipation.  She
continued working on her perch as her heart pounded out the seconds until
her naked form would be seen.  But soon she was at the end of the laundry
with no cars in sight.  It looked like for once she was going to avoid
embarrassing exposure.
   **Oh well.  Guess it's not the worst that could happen.
   Somehow Rachel felt cheated and disappointed as she trudged back around
the house.  On her way to the door, she noticed a rogue t-shirt had fallen
overboard on the way to the clothesline.  Grabbing it, she dropped the
basket and headed back to finish her work.  She stepped back up on the
crate when Rachel heard the sound of a car in the distance.  Was it turning
down her street?
   Rachel had enough time to make a run for it.  But something made her
stay there.  A familiar tingling feeling surged between her legs as the
anticipation of exposure washed over her.  She reached up with both hands
to hang the shirt high above her head; a breathtaking pose.  Standing like
a nude lawn ornament on her pedestal, Rachel stood her ground and stared
into the sky as the car appeared around the corner of the house.
   Time slowed.  At its closest point, the car was no more than 20 or 30
feet away.  Rachel heard it roll past without slowing.  Unable to resist,
she looked down.  The driver was looking straight ahead like everything was
normal.  He didn't notice her!
   The encounter was as perfect as she could have hoped for.  She had made
an exhibitionist dare and followed thorough without consequences.  With a
rush of adrenaline, Rachel took a deep breath and dared to move her fingers
to finish pinning the shirt to the line as the car disappeared around the
corner.  She was so excited; she didn't notice the next car approach.  This
one was loaded up with college age boys and it did not miss the naked lawn
ornament.
   The driver was the first to notice Rachel.  How could he not notice a
naked girl hanging laundry a few feet away?  He let off the gas pedal as
his mind tried to process what he was seeing.  Suddenly, the Rachel noticed
at the car.  She made eye contact with the driver and for a second she
couldn't move.  The driver's eyes got wide and his jaw started to drop as
he realized what he was looking at.  Then all at once, he slammed the
brakes and hit his horn; yelling at the other boys to check her out.
   The horn finally broke the spell and Rachel fled.  She sprinted out of
sight around the back of the house, ran inside, and locked the door behind
her.  Then she went to the front and looked out a dark window.  She could
see the boys talking excitedly to each other and pointing to the
clothesline.  After a couple minutes the car finally sped off.
   Rachel waited until after dark to venture back out and retrieve the
laundry.  It wasn't fully dry yet, but she was so tired by then, she just
wanted it to be over.  Then she skipped dinner and went to bed early.  She
slept well without any bad dreams.  A good night's sleep was just what she
needed.  Because tomorrow would be the fateful day she finally wore the
pinnacle.  And what a spectacular day it turned out to be...TO BE CONTINUED
   Thornwood Episode III - In Training Part 15
   Rachel didn't think her outfit could get more embarrassing than Lily's
dress and still be legal.  But somehow Eric's mom found a way.  Thinking
she would have to wash the dress to wear again today, Rachel had worn
nothing but an apron all evening.  But Susan had this other outfit prepared
all along without telling her.
   Rachel was a little disappointed when she got up and found Eric's door
closed.  It had become part of her routine to check in on him as she passed
his doorway.  But today, with nothing to see, she passed by and into the
bathroom to perform the rest of her morning routine.  That's when she saw
the surprise outfit waiting dutifully on its hook for her.
   In the shower, she shaved her legs.  Her young skin was soft and supple
and shaving went very fast.  Even her pussy lips which she kept completely
hairless like any good swimmer were plump yet pliant under the careful
strokes of her razor.  Once denuded of all hair below her shoulders, she
dried off and turned to the hanging outfit.
   Western wear was today's theme.  And it didn't take long for Rachel to
start complaining to Eric's mom about it.  Technically she wasn't flashing
anything inappropriate, but she felt like a stripper in her red leather
vest and denim mini skirt.
   "Oh, I think it's cute.  I found the idea in a fashion magazine.  It's
called a waistless!" Eric's mom was appraising the incredulous girl's jean
skirt.
   A single missing button on the top of the fly was the only thing
originally wrong with the skirt.  But Eric's mom decided to apply a
creative solution.  Instead of simply replacing the button, she cut off the
entire waist.  Now the skirt ended at the zipper.  Without the structure of
a waistband, the wearer's hips and bottom were responsible for holding it
up.
   But Rachel's young hips and tight ass struggled with that simple task.
She easily demonstrated the problem to Eric's mom by putting her feet
together and jumping straight into the air.  When she landed, the skirt
fell to the ground in an instant leaving her bottomless.  She just didn't
have enough curves on her young body for the material to hang on.  Eric's
mom wasn't deterred.  Her response was "don't jump and everything will be
fine".
   The waistless skirt was a disaster waiting to happen, but it was not
even the worst part of the outfit.  Rachel wouldn't find that out until she
sat down in first period.  She should have guessed the red leather vest
would be a problem.
   "I'm pretty sure it's meant to be worn with something under it" she
tried to explain to Eric's mom.  "I mean, these buttons are just for show
and the buttonholes are sewn shut."
   **Never mind the fact that it barely reaches the bottom of my ribcage
and I'm not wearing a bra!
   Eric's mom smiled.  She was just toying with the girt.  Of course, she
had the power to force Rachel to wear it to school.  "That's the best part,
dear.  Replacing all those fake buttons with real ones and sewing new
buttonholes would take too long.  So I sewed magnets into the fabric
instead.  That way you won't have to button it.  Watch this." She pulled
the vest closed and it snapped together like magic.  It was a tighter fit
than she expected, but every top had proven to be a tight fit over this
girl's chest.
   The magnets were more trouble than the loose fitting skirt.  When Rachel
sat down in her first class, the vest flew open like it was on springs and
her naked breasts were momentarily exposed to the class.  She quickly
closed it and blushed through the rest of the lesson, but the damage was
done.
   As the day wore on, the magnets seemed to get weaker and weaker until
she practically had to hold the vest closed everywhere she went.  By the
end of the day, Brenda had heard about the flashing cowgirl and was waiting
for her in the hall between periods.
   "Where's my $5, bunny?"
   **Uh oh.
   Searching her backpack, Brenda and the gang found nothing but another
pair of skimpy panties.  Unable to deal with the relentless pressure on her
sex, Rachel had taken them off after lunch.
   "You pervert!  Slutty bunny can't keep her knickers on." Brenda wadded
the last pair of panties Rachel owned into a ball and tossed it into the
boys' restroom.
   "If you don't have my money tomorrow I'm taking your whole outfit as
payment." With that final threat, Brenda and her gang left the frightened
girl to finish walking to last period.  Brenda wouldn't hesitate to strip
her and throw her in a class naked.  Rachel had no doubt.
   After class, Rachel made her way to the aquatic center changing room. 
Passing the mirror she saw for the first time how incredibly short her
skirt was.  She was so worried about her vest popping open and her skirt
falling off, she didn't have time to think about her bare legs.  Maybe her
concept of modesty really was evolving.  But that didn't stop her from
blushing.  She slumped into the bench next to her locker.  Right on cue,
her vest popped open.  Rachel had survived another day wearing one of
Susan's skimpy outfits.  She was more than ready to be rid of it.
   **Am I actually looking forward to my swim uniform?
   It did not seem proper to attend school looking like a cowgirl stripper.
Then again, it did not seem proper to wear the pinnacle to swim practice
either.  Every activity pushed her beyond her comfort level.  She did get
aroused by it at times, but the overall experience was more trying than
exciting.
   She didn't know how much longer her strength would hold out.  A nervous
breakdown at this point would be welcome.  But unfortunately her elastic
will wouldn't oblige.  It just stretched to accommodate each new and
escalating form of humiliation while her arousal escalated to match it. 
Her ability to endure humiliation appeared to know no bounds.  That ability
was about to be severely tested...TO BE CONTINUED
  
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