Sunday afternoon
I stepped through the back door and through the kitchen, towards Roxy's voice. Peering through the mask's eye holes, I gradually made out a group of people sitting in chairs with their backs to me. I counted four couples; two maybe in their late 20s and two older, probably in their 40s. One young woman, about my age, sat off by herself, and Roxy stood in front of them.
I thought about how in a few seconds all these strangers would see me up close and completely naked except for my high heels and my beautiful Mardi Gras mask. A week and a half ago I'd never have imagined doing something like this, but now not only was I completely used to my naked body being displayed and fondled, I actually enjoyed it!
I stopped to listen to Roxy's little speech. "So the objective of the experiment was--" What experiment? What was she talking about?
"--to see if our normal impulse to keep our most private parts hidden and untouched is instinctively embedded within us, or is it a learned behavior that we can therefore un-learn."
What was she talking about? And since when had Roxy started using three-syllable words? Not only that, she was dressed in an expensive blouse and pressed skirt. And stockings!
In stark contrast to my blatantly naked self.
"You're about to meet the subject of my experiment."
So I'm a class project?
"A mere two weeks ago, the subject was a typical female college student, early 20s, with typical interests in dating, sex, and school. With her consent--"
Huh? What was she talking about?
Then I noticed the TV in the background, and a huge pussy completely filling the screen. Wait--that's MY pussy--and it's being shaved!
"--so I've put together a photo album that shows Sukie's progress since we started the project 8 days ago."
She pulled a big binder off a shelf and held it open in front of the group. I figured she'd made copies of the pictures Lester took of me the past couple of days but damn if she didn't have pictures of the basketball contest where I'd lost my top to her last Saturday-the event that started this whole ordeal! She must have gotten Joe to sneak some pictures out the kitchen window while he was supposedly going to the store for charcoal!
The bitch really had planned all this from the beginning! She had photos of me tied naked to the lawn chair, me being the naked waitress, even the five of us at the Loose Caboose with me baring my boobs to the band!
None of the pictures showed my face, but I noticed there was an identical album next to it on the shelf. I bet myself those pictures showed my face. Not good.
She turned the pages and she had photos from every day! There was me tied naked to the lawn chair--again. Me sucking the guys' dicks for the first time. Me locked out in the backyard naked. Me tied to the recliner, blindfolded and giving a spreadeagle beaver shot to frat guys coming through the front door. Me tied to the bed blindfolded, with a finger in my asshole. Me on my knees giving DJ a blowjob in the kitchen. Even me tied to the bed with that horrible butt plug shoved inside me, and the naked football game yesterday!
"So today, on the ninth day of the program, I think you will soon agree with me that she has undergone a total transformation. Now, out of prudence I have chosen to keep her identity a secret so she's wearing a mask and I've asked her not to speak, but it will soon be clear to you that she's not ashamed in any way of her genitals--in fact she's happy to have you look at her body--and even explore any part of it in any way you choose! Ladies and gentlemen," she said, extending her arm in my direction, "I give you--Sukie!"
All heads swiveled in my direction. A woman gasped.
"She-she's naked!"
"Yes, she is."
"And--and she's shaved! Doesn't that make her more-vulnerable?"
"Does she look vulnerable to you?"
"N-no, she looks-proud."
"You're right. She is proud-proud to show you her womanhood-all of it. Sukie, I'm sure you recognize several of our Human Behavior profs. I invited them here to see how much progress we've made, so why don't you walk around the room and let everyone get to know you up close."
I looked around and recognized Dr. Sims, the human sexuality prof. Even though she required every student to complete a research project, her classes were extremely popular. I suddenly remembered that Roxy was taking one of her upper-levels this semester.
I slowly walked around the room, stopping in front of each chair, shoulders back and feet apart. Everyone, man and woman alike, glanced up at my boobs then leaned forward to stare at my cunt up close.
An older woman said, "If my womanhood looked like that, I'd show it off, too." Her husband looked at her in shock.