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Author's notes: Sorry for the lengthy gap between releasing the last chapter and this one. I can't say it won't happen again, so I appreciate how patient everyone has been. I was originally making this chapter much longer but realized I had a natural breaking point I wasn't taking advantage of, so I split what I've written into this chapter three and part of chapter four.
Thank you to everybody who's provided feedback; comments and DMs are always welcomed.
This chapter still keeps things relatively personal to Lara, as she grapples with adjusting to her new normal. Next chapter will start to introduce some real in-person elements of exhibitionism.
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Chapter Three
Lara was trying to enjoy a calm Friday night meal before heading home for bed. She wasn't normally one to paint the town red, but tonight in an act of defiance she felt she had to, before her newly imposed 10pm curfew came into effect.
Despite ordering her favorite lasagna, she wasn't able to enjoy it. She kept glancing at her phone, counting down the minutes until 10. By 9:30 she gave up the ghost, paid the bill and started her short walk home. The city surrounding Titmouse College had a relatively small population -- less than a million people, and while her home was near enough to both the college and the main down-town strip, it was still deeply entrenched enough in a residential area (resplendent with copious trees and sidewalks) that it didn't feel overly busy or crowded.
A casual pace brought her to her front door with five minutes to spare. The house was a smaller fully detached century home, typical of those in the neighborhood. Her parents bought it for their kids to live in as they each attended Titmouse, with the intention of renting to other college kids once all their own graduated.
For a very brief time, Lara's brother and sister both lived there with Lara. As she entered her home, Lara silently thanked the gods that was no longer the case. It'd be far too embarrassing to have to explain this particular curfew, as well as the threat of expulsion driving it.
Not bothering to move beyond the living room, she double-checked all the curtains were closed before methodically removing each individual garment she wore. "Hey, at least I don't need to worry about taking off my panties... being forbidden from wearing them and all," she scoffed to nobody.
It had been several months since her twin siblings had moved out, leaving Lara living alone, and in that time she had never once felt the urge to walk around the house nude. The only time she spent naked was in the shower, and in brief intervals to change in to or out of her day clothes. She always slept in comfortable fleece pajamas, even when the weather outside was warm.
Now that she was naked for the first time in her living room, she wasn't quite sure what to do with herself. She felt her family pictures on the walls staring at her, judging her. She also felt her nether-region moisten ever so slightly.
"I suppose I should just do whatever I'd normally do." Lara grabbed a vodka cooler out of the fridge and sat down on the couch to watch Netflix. She instantly felt the fake leather of the couch stick to her bottom and her back uncomfortably. No matter how she sat, she just couldn't get comfortable. Not wanting to resign herself to going up to bed just yet, she gave up with the couch and just lay down on the shag throw-rug at the foot of the couch instead.
She nursed her drink, while aimlessly doom-scrolling through Instagram and FaceBook with an unwatched Netflix playing in the background. By the time she finished her drink it was approaching midnight. "Geez, my sleep habits really do suck... I'd better just go to bed."
Lara tossed and turned all night, having a hard time falling into a deep slumber when she could constantly feel her sheets and blanket brushing against every inch of her body. Every 20 minutes or so she'd be awake enough to see the time on her bedside alarm clock.
When the time finally rolled past 6am, Lara was both dismayed at how long she'd been restless and relieved that she was at last allowed to get dressed. She wasted no time getting into her familiar comfortable pajamas and settling back into bed, where she promptly fell asleep.
It was over five hours later when she awoke fully, feeling much more rested than the first time that morning. Lara hadn't realized how much stress she'd actually been feeling from her cheating and frequent nudity until she saw her clock showing nearly noon. She couldn't remember the last time she had slept an entire morning away.
Even now, she was reluctant to get out of bed. Lying in bed wearing pajamas- this was her last chance of the day to feel
normal
.
Despite coming home without panties every day last week, she had still started out her days wearing them. Today was the first day she wasn't allowed even that dignity.
Every minute she was "dressed" today she was going to feel the seam of her jeans gliding along the wild mass of untrimmed hair that comprised her bush. She would look normal to any casual observer, but she would know (and feel) her lack of that one crucial garment.
The thing that all good girls wear.
She found her thoughts echoing an off-handed remark her mother had once made in passing.
Then what does that make me?
With a deep sigh, Lara reluctantly got out of bed and walked to her dresser. Her gaze lingered on her forbidden panties before grabbing the rest of her clothes and getting dressed.
Lara made the decision to try and have as normal of a day as she could. Which meant she would spend most of it studying in the campus library.
Her jeans gave her more than adequate coverage while out. Not a soul would be able to tell there was only a single layer of covering between her privates and the world. But
knowing
and
feeling
are two different things. Lara
felt
like all eyes were on her. Just as surely as she felt the absence of her underwear.
Her concentration was suboptimal, but she was still able to concentrate enough for her studying to not be a complete waste of time. Although her awareness of her lack of panties never diminished, her time spent at the campus library was entirely uneventful.
She returned home by 8pm, made herself a simple canned soup dinner, and relaxed with some more Netflix.
Her phone buzzed just after half past nine. She was receiving a phone call from Karen, which was highly unusual.
This whole week has been unusual.
"Hi Lara. How are you? Fill me in on all the details. Did you behave as instructed? How'd you sleep?"
Lara relayed her day, starting with how she'd slept in, once she put her PJs on after her naked curfew.
"...... Lara, that is unacceptable. I told you to sleep naked. That doesn't mean 'only if it's between 10-6' that means any time you're sleeping you're doing it naked! You go to bed early, you're naked; you take an afternoon nap, you're naked; you fucking fall asleep in fucking class, you fucking do it naked! I can see you'll need to also bring me all your pajamas on Monday when you bring the rest of your panties. You clearly can't be trusted around them."
Lara's cheeks flushed red from embarrassment at Karen's admonishment. She felt like a little kid, caught with her hand in the cookie jar.
"There are going to have to be some punishments too. Starting with your curfew tonight beginning early... as in now. Put me on speaker and take off your clothes. Tell me about each piece as you take it off."
Lara hesitated a moment, stunned by the request. Lara had never undressed fully in front of anybody before. Even though Karen still couldn't see her, she felt very exposed, undressing while Karen knowingly listened.
