Melissa Wallace from Richmond, Virginia was awakened by the sound of a rooster announcing daybreak outside of the window at the inn she had checked into the night before in the wilds of the former Louisiana Purchase. It was easily the furthest west that she had ever traveled before in her twenty years of life. Further still to the west, the California Gold Rush was in full swing.
The previous four days were a blur of train, boat and carriage rides that had combined to ferry Melissa halfway across the continent. Her ultimate destination, Blue Creek Convent, was still another four-hour carriage ride away. The Order had foot the bill for her trip thus far and Blue Creek was sending their own personal carriage at noon to pick her up for the final leg of her journey.
The convent was run by a non-denominational religious sect that went by the name of 'The Order of the Just' (or just 'The Order' for short) which preached above all else: "Service to others ahead of self." Melissa had first been introduced to their philosophy of volunteerism only a few months earlier when, still at nineteen, she was approached one day on the streets of her hometown by two elderly nuns representing The Order on a mission to seek out new converts. And after hearing them out, Melissa was so smitten with the idea of devoting her life to such a worthwhile cause that, despite the fact that she was already engaged to be wed to a man she was sure would make a fine husband, she instead decided to join The Order as a nun herself, almost purely on a whim.
Overjoyed at the news, one of the elderly nuns had then gone on to explain that, "You'll be required to live in one of our convents until the age of thirty. It's felt that those of you younger than that need to be sequestered away from members of the opposite sex until that time so as not to be tempted by carnal desires."
The other elderly nun then said, "Our would-be priests are required to live in our seminaries until the age of thirty as well. Obviously, any and all forms of sexual activity are strictly prohibited for those of us in the Clergy. And that will apply to also you once you've take your vows as a nun-in-training."
"And something else too," the one elderly nun added. "We require that all of our potential nuns-in-training must still be a virgin at the time of her appointment to a convent. And there's even a test which will be administered to you first off by the Mother Superior just to make sure. You won't be able to take your vows otherwise. And I'm sure you can guess what that test will entail."
Already up to speed by then, "My hymen," Melissa replied. "She'll be checking to see if it's still intact."
"Precisely," the other elderly nun said. "And I trust that yours still is? You're quite a lovely young woman after all. Certainly the boys around here have taken note of that fact."
As indeed they had. Melissa was almost six feet tall, skinny, leggy and possessed a heart-shaped face that everyone agreed was very pretty. And it was framed by an equally attractive wavy mane of strawberry-blonde hair that hung down almost to the small of her back. Below which Melissa's bum was formed as pert as humanly possible though shaped proportionate to the rest of her athletic-looking body. Not so around front however in respect to her bust which was clearly Melissa's most impressive physical attribute. Seemingly in defiance of the rest of her body, the long-legged strawberry-blond stunner was blessed with breasts the size of large ripened melons. But perhaps even more impressive was the way that they were perched nice and high upon Melissa's upper torso. And perhaps most impressive of all was the way that they were naturally shaped far more orb-like than not given their advanced amount of mass. Nor could even the billowy tops and dresses which Melissa preferred to wear in public completely hide the fact that underneath (as her fiancé would often let her know) her boobs were truly a work of art in terms of size, shape and structure all. She could even sometimes get away with not wearing a bra under certain outfits due to just how self-supporting they were despite also rounding themselves into rather large spheres of flesh. Such as on the day in question in fact, clearly unbeknownst to the two elderly nuns standing right in front of her.
None of the above Melissa ever dwelled on or felt vain about in the least. Quite the opposite in fact. She was almost always embarrassed at the amount of attention that her looks would sometimes garner her. Which she later supposed might have been the reason she had been so eager to join The Order as a nun-in-training in the first place. That was, to prove to everyone (and maybe even also herself) that she was more than just a pretty face with lovely hair, great legs, a nice perky ass and certainly one of the best pair of tits in all of Richmond.
And in answer to the question that had just been asked of her, "I was saving myself for marriage," Melissa truthfully replied. "So you need not worry about me passing that certain test you just mentioned. I assure you that my future Mother Superior will find that my hymen is still very much intact."
And with that it was settled. Within days, Melissa received in the mail a sealed scroll informing her that she had been assigned to live at Blue Creek, The Order's westernmost convent, under the watchful eye of a woman named Mother Superior Tabitha. Then she broke the news of which to everyone she knew including her fiancé who took things in stride by claiming that she was simply going through a phase which would soon be passing. But everyone else she knew however, especially her parents, were exceedingly thrilled at her decision to dedicate her life to such a noble cause.
Then a couple of weeks week later, having since turned twenty, Melissa boarded a train that would start her long journey westward. And all of her friends and family had met with her one last time on the platform to see her off. Save for her former fiancé that is. Nor did Melissa miss his presence in the least. If he was going to be pretty about things, so be it she decided. She had since moved on.
Four days later and several hours after the rooster had awakened her that morning, Melissa was standing outside the inn besides the two suitcases holding everything that she had brought along with her from Richmond waiting for the carriage sent from Blue Creek Convent. There roughly one hundred miles west of the Mighty Mississippi, the road that the inn was built besides cut a line from east to west through a landscape of forested hills in all directions with a few of the trees in that expanse just starting to show off their fall colors. And the early autumn day was warm but thankfully not hot given Melissa's attire.
She had dressed herself that morning in the nicest outfit that she had brought along with her on her trip. In addition to the sturdy black boots on her feet, she wore a red and black, multi-layered, long-sleeved dress which hung down all the way to ground and featured an ornate collar up at it's neckline. The kindly old woman who was working at the inn's front desk that morning had zipped up it's around-back zipper for her at Melissa's request. But not until she had clad herself first in a matching pair of full-coverage, white-cotton bra and panties. Her sometimes love for getting away with being able to go sans-bra aside, it just didn't seem appropriate to Melissa the thought of arriving at a convent full of Sisters for any reason whatsoever while not wearing respectable undergarments.
And speaking of propriety, she had first thing that morning taken a pair of scissors to her collection of downstairs-hair in anticipation of the certain test that she would be given later that afternoon. It just didn't seem right to her either the thought of allowing for Mother Tabitha to check on her hymen while not being properly groomed down there. So she had snipped herself as neat and trim as she could manage in that respect and was thus left with only a little oval-shaped patch of hair down there just barely still thick enough to show that she was a true strawberry-blond through and through.
Shortly then a two-horse carriage appeared on the road from the west with a blond obviously in her twenties wearing a traditional nun's habit at the reigns. And once the rig got closer, Melissa could make out a crest painted on the carriage door bearing the letters 'BCC' surrounded by a ring of laurels. And once the rig got closer still, she could see that the blond was exceedingly pretty.
The blond then guided the rig up to Melissa and introduced herself as Sister Allison. Then the carriage door opened and another exceedingly pretty habit-wearing young woman obviously in her twenties, but one with light-brown hair instead, stepped out, gave Melissa a welcoming hug and introduced herself as Sister Paulette.
