Stripped For Florida

Sexualizing Mateen

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Sexualizing Mateen
by Willie B Florida

williebflorida@gmail.com

“You are aware that your parents will be stripping you on your birthday?”

Mateen stretched upwards, tight fitting black top flaring out slightly into a short skirt, fingers toward the ceiling, and then dipped down along long black leotard clad legs, fingers brushing bare toes.

“Yeah, sure. I’m surprised they haven’t done it sooner. I mean, they stripped my sister when I was like ten years old. What’s that, four years ago? She was 12 years old then and I’m about to turn 14, so really they’re overdue.”

Devon nodded. Mateen had certainly gotten taller in the last year. Devon knew the child would be beautiful naked; long and lithe and graceful. He thought back to his own youth, back in the early days of Florida’s SFF program. Basketball scouts had convinced his parents to be bold. Strip your son for life, they’d told his folks, that way he’ll be eligible to play on a professional team. Just wait and see, nude b-ball is going to be the thing. At the age of 14 he was already 6 feet tall and growing. They had stripped him for life. He’d topped out at 6 foot 7, played pro ball and retired at the age of 33. He’d spent five years establishing a chain of healthy eateries and then this: a professional sexualizer. He didn’t need the money, not at all. But he charged a premium for his services, especially for families like Mateen’s.

Entering the leafy confines of the Town of TriOaks was more than a quick turn off Strawberry Road. The neo-Victorian houses set around a large park, the town square with its bakery, restaurants and medical offices, the playgrounds and nature trails, all were designed to be a modern upscale version of a long past Americana. The major difference was that this enclave was home to a much broader demographic than a fin de siècle streetcar suburb.

Mateen’s parents were a case in point. Darlene was the granddaughter of Mississippi sharecroppers and the first person in her family to go beyond community college. Javeen was the son of immigrants from Guyana. They’d met when they were both in the radiology program at UCF. Radiologists do well. A radiology couple who open their own imaging practice do extremely well. Darlene and Javeen found themselves catapulted into that particular echelon of the upper middle class that donates to progressive causes while voting to keep taxes on wealth as low as possible. The lived in a subdivision incorporated as its own town, used their state’s voucher program to help offset the price of private school for their two children, and moved with ease through their professional and social circles. New wealth creates its own customs and it is important that they cost money. Hence Devon’s charges. His services wouldn’t amount to a hill of beans if they weren’t somewhat costly.

There were no naked little children running about the neatly manicured, tree-lined streets of the Town of TriOaks. The residents of the little enclave considered that to be as déclassé as living in a double wide, or at best the tourist thing to do. Their youngsters were dressed in outfits proper to the event and kept busy with music lessons, tennis, ballet, swimming, little league, camping and of course, school. One couldn’t really strip your child until they were ready to be sexualized, and in the case of a girl that required the services of someone like Devon: tall, fit, urbane and experienced. And then there were cases like Mateen.

Devon had driven over at Darlene and Javeen’s request. They sat by the pool in comfortable deck chairs and sipped on lightly sweetened tea. Florida sun splashed across Devon’s well-toned physique and he relished once again that life was good. Unlike some of his fellow basketball players Devon had invested most of his earnings in secure stocks, bonds and real estate. He was committed to his current line of business and not just because he thought adolescents were sexy. He’d dusted off his undergrad pschology major, gone back to school and was now both a licensed mental health counselor and a licensed massage therapist. He kept up with the field and did his CEU requirements. But more than anything, he really cared about his clients.

“So,” he inquired, “how’s Aideen? I hear she’s on the swim team at the Academy.”

“Aideen is doing fantastically,” her mother gushed. “She’s one of the best swimmers on the team and she plays tennis. She’s involved with all those charity walks and runs and whatnot—keeps us all active and busy with those as well!”

“We’re so happy to help with the community and Aideen really keeps us connected,” her father added.

“You did such a good job with her,” Darlene continued. “She holds herself with such poise, has an active social life, and three boys with whom she maintains an interest. I really think your services helped smooth her transition from little girl to young woman.”

“I know you specialize in girls,” Javeen said, “But we thought you could advise us on how to proceed.”

It was yet another benefit of being able to afford the best. Devon came as the top ranked sexualizer of girls in the county. He was casual, good looking, professional, and expensive.

“The thing about Mateen is…” Javeen looked almost pained as he looked off into the distance.

“I know you specialize in girls,” Darlene repeated Javeen’s words from a minute ago. “But does Mateen even have a gender?” she ended with the upswing of a question.

Devon took a considered sip of his sweet tea before looking from one worried parent to the other.

“Let me spend some time with Mateen. If I can do the counselling myself, I’ll discuss my recommendations before moving forward. We all want smooth sailing through this time of life for Mateen. I’m sure we can figure out how to do that.”

“Oh, thank you, Devon.” Darlene’s words were as heartfelt as any mother’s would be.

“I knew you’d come through,” Javeen said.

“You did such a good job with Aideen.” Darlene’s eyes were pleading. “You don’t think Mateen is gay do you—I mean not that I would mind. I’m just thinking of your specialty.”

“My niece, Marie, has started working with me,” Devon answered. “She’s a couple of years older than Aideen and a real natural. I can call on her help at any time. Not to worry.”

Devon stood up, his physique bold next to the pool, his full chest projecting calm confidence. His penis flaccid, but still long, thick and shapely. What a handsome specimen of manhood. Mateen’s parents were sure that he’d do his very best by their youngest child.

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It was two weeks later when Devon made a follow-up appointment with Mateen’s parents.

“So pleased to see you,” Devon said as they made their way to the Florida room in the back of the house. Sunlight filtered through palms and hanging ferns, making the room an airy retreat from the heat without having to be fully enclosed indoors. “I have to say that for two busy radiologists it is surprisingly easy to schedule time with you.”

“We are busy,” Javeen admitted, “but our kids are important to us.”

“Of course. I understand,” Devon replied. “I won’t waste your time. Mateen’s going to be fine.”

Darlene looked visibly relieved. Javeen nodded.

“I had to figure out of this was a case where we needed some shock and awe, or if there was something else going on.”

“We know we can’t pay you to fuck our kids,” Javeen said. “Technically we’re hiring you as a therapist or counselor or life coach, but we know the deal. So please just speak frankly with us.”

“Sometimes I look the kid in the eye. You know the deal, I say, you’re getting stripped, you’re dying to have sex, I’ve been hired by your parents to show you the ropes so you can go out there and have a good time without feeling like you don’t know what you’re doing. By the time you get to your birthday party you’ll be able to kiss and fuck and suck with the best of them.”

Darlene and Javeen looked at this handsome man in front of them trying to imagine if this was the conversation he’d had with their daughter Aideen.

“In case you were wondering,” Devon replied to the unspoken question, “Aideen didn’t miss a beat. No, she did not.”

“She can hold her own,” her mother noted.

“Indeed. But Mateen’s different. Mateen’s holding back, not dying to have sex, at least not yet.”

“You said shock and awe,” Javeen said. “What would that entail?”

“Some kids need to have their sexiness woken up and the best way to do it is an all out fuck festival. Ram it in and shock their system into action. After that we can slow down and learn the niceties, get to know each other, talk about what sex has to do with love and romance and caring.”

“But you say this won’t work with Mateen.”

“No, Mateen’s sensitive and I say that in the best possible way. Sometimes the drive for sex pushes a child into adolesence almost in spite of themselves. They haven’t figured out the social cues but the physical push is too much to stop. It can make for a lot of turmoil. For most kids my job is to smooth out those rough years, make things easier for kids and their parents. Am I right?”

Darlene and Javeen nodded vigorously. Those were precisely the social expectations of the kind of people who lived in the Town of TriOaks.

“Mateen needs help, too, but of a different kind. I’m sure you’ve known little kids that look more grown up than their age. They’re already big and tall by the time they’re three or four years old so adults think the kid is acting juvenile even though its all age appropriate. They’re reading the size of the kid for their social and psychological development and the two things don’t match up. Think of Mateen like that: tall and agile, looks like a young adult. Socially, still figuring out the things that most ten year olds are doing: making friends, forming common interests, still finding a footing before the adolescent hormones throw everything topsy-turvy. Add to that some other confusions Mateen is still trying to sort out and it is no wonder the sex drive hasn’t quite kicked in.”

Darlene and Javeen waited, expecting to hear more.

“So,” Devon surprised both of them by standing up. “I have a plan. I’ll need you to sign off on whatever my niece and I need to do. Mateen will stay with us for six days and then,” Devon whisked his hands together, “Voila!”

“Uh, I guess. I mean we trust you completely,” Javeen stuttered.

“It’s fine, Javeen,” Darlene put in. “Let Devon do his job.”

“Okay, yes, of course,” Javeen said, “Just let us know what we need to do.”

Devon stepped out to the car and came back with some paperwork to be signed.

“Let Mateen know I’ll be by at 10:00 in the morning on Saturday. Meanwhile you should be planning the birthday party. Mateen will be stripped, looking fantastic and ready to celebrate. Have a great week and I’ll see you then. Oh, no, that’s fine, I know my way out.”

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“We’re stopping to get a quick mid-morning snack and the rest of the day is all about spoiling you.” Devon swung the car into the parking lot of the local donut shop and looked over at Mateen.

“Okay.” Mateen nodded, still reserved.

Devon was patient. A bit of sugar, familiar surroundings, nothing threatening. The next stop was where the real action would start. Devon drove under the Spanish moss hanging from two large live oaks and parked next to the brick building. When it came to working with kids Devon mixed up the venues. Sometimes it was in the kid’s very own bedroom. There was always the choice to do it in one of the large display windows at Dragon Tattoo or at one of the scores of similar businesses that catered to the millions of Florida tourists who brought their kids to the Sunshine state, stripped them naked and then had them rigged up with tattoos, piercings, vibrators, ben wah balls and so much more. This location was more discrete. From the outside it looked like a sleepy antique store. On the inside was a specialized staff ready to transform a diffident young person into a stunning specimen of adolescence.

Devon got out, walked around the car and opened the passenger side door. As Mateen stood up Devon reached out casually and discreetly placed a sticker behind the youngster’s ear. Mateen had been stripped but was as yet unaware of that momentous transition.

The two stepped through the door. It took a moment for their eyes to adjust to the interior after the bright outdoor sunshine. They were in a high ceilinged room with a fan lazily turning in the center. Beneath it was a massage table with a single maroon colored sheet draped over it. From the corner of the room a person stepped forward to greet them.

“Mateen, this is Shaquin. You’re about to get the best massage in Florida. Heck, I don’t know, it might be the best massage anywhere, but I don’t have enough experience to speak to that. This would be an excellent time to undress.”

Mateen hesitated for a moment. There was a moment when Devon thought he saw a tear glistening in the corner of Mateen’s left eye, but with a sudden burst of decision Devon simply pulled off shirt and drawstring pants and stood naked in the middle of the room. Devon took in all the information he needed.

“I’m going to leave you in Shaquin’s capable hands while I run a couple of errands.” And with that Devon stepped out the door. A few moments later Mateen heard the car door close and the engine start up.

Shaquin waited quietly. With a start Mateen realized that this adult was not going to be issuing orders. It was a choice. Lay down on the massage table, stay standing, walk out the door and sit under the Spanish moss. A deep calm settled over the entire premises. The sound of birds came through the open slats covering the tall window openings. A breeze filtered through the trees rustling the leaves. Was it possible that even the swaying of the Spanish moss made a sound almost below the threshold of hearing?

Mateen moved toward the table and gently lay face down. Shaquin dipped hands into a bowl of warm oil and placed them on Mateen’s lower back. Mateen took a deep breath and accepted the touch. Shaquin’s hands moved, Mateen’s body received. Time changed. Whether for an hour or three I cannot say. It was not just a good massage, it was a communication. At the end of it Shaquin had a deep nonverbal knowledge of Mateen. Mateen had an even deeper nonverbal awareness and the beginning of an awakening.

You want to know the details, don’t you? Warm oil, hot stones, a blend of herbs and spices, kneading and massaging and pounding to get those herb infused oils blended deep into the skin, a thorough working out of the kinks in every muscle and joint, special attention to the hands, the feet, the scalp, the neck, the shoulders, and the face. Transitioning to longer strokes that swept from tips of toes to the top of the head, uniting the discrete sensations of the body into one. Warming the abdomen, the thighs, the pelvic region. An uninterrupted treatment of the buttocks and a slow approach to the rosebud of the anus. But no more. Not yet.

There was the cool down, the listening to the long extended tones of the brass bowl that Shaquin had set vibrating with one tap of a wooden mallet.

Returning from his errands Devon unobtrusively watched the latter part of the session. He was scanning the young Mateen’s body, watching its response to the various parts of the massage. It was time to accelerate the action. Devon gave a gesture and specialists moved in and slathered Mateen in warmed gel. He was then completely denuded of hair. His scalp was shaved clean and smooth, his body hair smoothed away, underarm and pubic hair completely removed. The only hair left was eyebrows and eyelashes. Now Mateen was buffed down with oils and lotions and waxes.

Another set of attendents replaced the hair removal team. A special gel was applied that would have only a temporary, but spectacular effect.

Mateen lay on the table as if in a trance, simply allowing the transformations to take place. Devon walked across the room.

“Want to take a look, Mateen?” he asked gently.

Mateen’s eyes blinked open. The two walked over to the mirror. The larger man, toned, muscled, prominent thick penis and hanging bulbous testicles. The younger Mateen was almost as tall as Devon, but far more slender. Newly shaved and buffed, Mateen’s body had a deep mahagonay luminesence in the subdued lighting of the room. Crown of head, jaw line, cheek bones, the line of the scapula, the in curve of the waist, the out curve of hip moving into thigh and the long line of the leg – Mateen’s body cried out with such aching beauty that it was all Devon could do to wait patiently for Mateen’s own awareness to catch up. With an almost imperceptible movement the special gel took final effect. Reaching out in a slender arc Mateen’s penis was slender and elegant, but by far the longest that Devon had ever seen. Given that this was Florida where one could see a thousand drug engorged penises in a day, that was saying a lot. Seeing Mateen in the mirror, Devon was now sure that his final touch for this wand would be more than perfect.

“You’re beautiful, Mateen,” Devon said out loud. “is there someone you think about sharing yourself with?”

Mateen stared back at Devon’s reflection in the mirror.

“Or more than one someone?” Devon added playfully.

Devon caught a flicker in Mateen’s eyes, and then it quenched.

“My niece has started assisting me. I’ve asked her to come over and help out. She’ll be here shortly, but I’d like to continue your makeover.”

Devon guided Mateen back to the massage table.

“Lie on your front for a moment, if you will,” Devon said. He motioned for Shaquin and the massage therapist brought the bowl of warm oil to the table. Devon dipped his hands into the oil and gently touched Mateen’s lower back.

“Take a deep breath, Mateen, and relax.”

Devon took the slenderist of the wands that were laid out on the tray next to the table and placed the tip at Mateen’s anal opening. “Breathe in, relax, and exhale,” Devon instructed. On the exhale Devon expertly slid the wand up into the canal.

Mateen gasped.

“I know it feels huge, but you would not believe how slender the wand is.”

Devon moved the wand back and forth and then slid it back out.

Mateen gasped again.

“You want it back inside?” Devon laughed. “I’m happy to accommodate your wishes!”

Devon picked up the next size of wand and instructed Mateen to inhale and again, on the exhale, slid the wand up into the anal canal. With a few more manipulations the procedure was repeated until Devon had worked a slightly more substantial device into Mateen’s waiting orifice.

Shaquin clipped a cord to the end of the wand and turned on a switch. Instantly the wand was transformed into a vibrator.

Devon put a hand on Mateen’s back, “Steady, steady. Just breathe. Let it do its magic. We’ll let that run for a few minutes. I’ll stand back and let Shaquin add to the effect.” Devon stepped back and watched as Shaquin spread the vibrating effects up and down Mateen’s legs and torso. It was his plan to replace the wand with successively larger vibrators, eventually leaving a large egg shaped vibrator set on a cycle of irregularly changing intensities. It wasn’t as shock and awe as a physical fuck, but it should surely be a wake up call!

Leaving the two for a moment he stepped outside to greet Marie who had just arrived. His niece had been sexualized at the tender age of 11 and had certainly had her share of adventures. He took a moment to admire her naked beauty as she leaned her bicycle by the side of the building and strode toward him.

“Good timing, Marie,” Devon said. “I’m about to give Mateen a shot and then we need to finish the makeover.”

Marie nodded. She enjoyed helping her uncle and was always fascinated to see what types of activities he included for each client.

They walked into the room. Mateen was on the table, facing away, the gentle curves of back and arms and buttocks and legs on full display. Devon strode over to the equipment tray, picked up the waiting syringe and without more than five seconds of hesitation plunged it expertly into Mateen’s backside.

“Ow, what was that?” Mateen squealed.

“It’s all over,” Devon said calmly, “Why don’t you sit up?”

Mateen rolled to the side and stared at Marie.

“Mateen?” she said.

“Marie.” Mateen said. “How are you here?”

“This is my uncle, but…” Marie’s eyes ran over Mateen’s body. “I…”

“Oh, shit.” Mateen bent over suddenly, arms grasped, face hidden. “I was trying not to think about the consequences.”

“No. I was just surprised, but you’re beautiful!”

“I knew my parents would strip me, but I tried not to think about it.”

“You two know each other.” Devon put the statement calmly into the room.

“Yes, Mateen is in my dance class,” Marie answered.

The shot was taking effect and in the midst of this discussion Mateen’s penis was rising to an even longer and fuller erection, but at the moment it was not the center of attention.

“Marie’s here to help me finish your makeover, Mateen, but I’ll ask you again. Is there anyone, or two someones, with whom you’d like to share your new stripped self? We have another 24 hours before your party.”

Mateen looked glum.

“I think there is,” Marie said, looking straight at Mateen. “Or, shall I say that I know two someones who’d love to share with you.”

Mateen glanced upwards at Marie’s face.

“Shall I call Maurice? I know he’ll be right over.”

Mateen gave the slightest of nods and Marie moved toward the door. “I have my phone in the carrier on my bike. I’ll be right back.” Devon nodded and Marie stepped out.

“Buck up, my friend,” Devon said, “things are looking up.”

Mateen eyed Devon warily.

“And something else is looking up as well.” Devon ran a finger along Mateen’s elongated penis. “We’re going to help that appendage keep a more horizontal profile, shall we say. Come stand up over here so Shaquin and I can make some calculations.”

Mateen stood cooperatively enough and Shaquin gently pushed down on the end of Mateen’s phallus.

“I’d say we go with the 1.5 cm diameter,” Shaquin said.

“Okay, let’s do it,” Devon responded.

Mateen was guided back to the table and a little numbing crème applied to the tip of his penis. The uncut foreskin was beautiful as it protruded past the crown of the penis, accentuating both the slender quality of Mateen’s penis and its both actual and apparent length.

“Sit calmly,” Shaquin instructed, “I’m just running a very sharp needle through the loose skin on the underside of your penis, right below the crown here. You hardly felt that, right?”

“Not yet,” Mateen answered.

“Already finished that part!” Shaquin exclaimed. “Now I’m inserting a very small tube through the skin and through that we’ll pull this nylon thread.”

Mateen peered down but couldn’t see much of what Shaquin was doing.

After working on the area for a few more minutes Shaquin had Mateen stand back up and stand in front of the mirror. But it wasn’t the reflection that caught Mateen’s attention as much as the feeling. Mateen’s penis was weighted down from its erect standing position to a nearly horizontal projection. Pulling it down was a surprisingly heavy ball that appeared to dangle in mid-air just below and behind the frenulum of the prepuce. The effect was to further exaggerate Mateen’s sensation of the erection. Given that the anal wand was still in place Mateen was feeling an unfamiliar sense of arousal.

“You look happy,” Devon remarked. “Let’s do those ears.”

Shaquin moved closer and raised a piercing gun next to one ear and Mateen gave a sharp gasp and a moment later a second gasp as Shaquin pierced the other ear. The piercings were through the cartiledge to the front and just above the lobe on either ear. A short lenth of narrow tubing was placed through each piercing and nylon line threaded through each. A heavy metal ball hung about four finger widths down from each ear, swaying gently as Mateen moved.

“You’re gorgeous, simply gorgeous!” The accolade came from the doorway and Mateen turned to see Maurice and Marie. “Oh, my god, I just can’t believe how fantastic you look.”

Mateen turned to look into the mirror, as if to see what Maurice was seeing.

Mahogany skin, buffed to a shine; the sharp silhouette and countours of the skull and jawline; the gentle slope of the back and buttocks on such a tall and slender frame. Two balls gently swaying and catching the light, playing below the ears but with no visible attachment anywhere to be seen. And that impossibly long wand projecting outward from Mateen’s pelvis, compact testicles drawn up tight to the groin, and another ball, suspened in space below the tip of the penis with no visible connection, as if floating free in the air.

Devon couldn’t help but explain. “We’ve used a form of nylon fishline that is super strong, of course, but has absolutely no reflective quality, so it is as invisible as it is possible for material to be and still have such fine tensile strength.”

“I say its magical,” Shaquin put in.

“I say you’re magical,” Maurice said, coming over and embracing his own naked body skin to skin with Mateen. “I mean, I had no idea, really! But this is over the top.”

“You know each other,” Devon stated.

“Oh yes!” Maurice replied, pulling away slightly from the embrace, “this one,” he poked Mateen, “has been in our dance class this whole last year, but from the presentation,” he poked Mateen gently in the belly, “I had no idea there was this fun thing to play with.” Maurice carressed the end of Mateen’s penis.

“So,” Mateen ventured, “you’re not disappointed?” The question was so evidently absurd that everyone laughed.

“I’m not either,” Marie added, “just saying.”

“Well, in that case I’m thinking we change up what I had planned for this evening.” Devon responded. “Shaquin, can you get that special plug we got, the one with the super strong vibrating action?”

Mateen looked quizical, but Maurice didn’t miss a beat.

“Butt plug? Shit, if you’re going to do that what am I waiting for? What do you say, Mateen?”

Devon didn’t miss a beat either. The path to sexualizing Mateen was suddenly wide open, and there was a lot to be said for going with the flow. Following up on the vibes in the room Devon suggested, “Why don’t you three have fun and then we’ll all go out and paint the town!”

Maurice carressed Mateen gently on the cheek. “You ready for this, honey?”

Taking Mateen’s slight nod as enthusiasm Maurice hoisted himself onto the massage table, held his own erect phallus between his fingers and looked at everyone else in the room with a wide grin. Fortunately Mateen had been thoroughly soaked with massage oil and Maurice was able to plunge into the anal opening with only a modicum of force. Mateen gasped and tried to relax. Maurice waited a moment and then began fucking in earnest.

Devon gestured to Marie who followed his lead. Under the massage table was a smaller platform. Marie looked at Devon in confusion, but he bent down and showed her something.

Extending through a specially built gap in the table was Mateen’s long, slender and fully hard penis.

“Lie down,” Devon whispered.

Marie still wasn’t sure exactly how this was supposed to work, but followed Devon’s guidance. She crouched down, crawled onto the platform and at that moment Devon pulled a lever and she found her mouth directly at the right height.

She took Mateen into her mouth and began toying and sucking and licking for all she was worth.

* * *

Worn out from all the new sensations, Mateen slept soundly in the center of the room. Devon poured tea for the other two youngsters and sat them down at the table in the corner of the attached kitchenette.

“I’m not telling you anything you probably don’t know, and even if Mateen is asleep I’m not really talking behind his back. He knows all of this even if he’s probably never put it into words.”
Marie and Maurice nodded and took another glance through the archway toward the sleeping Mateen.

“I don’t know if you’ve met Mateen’s sister, Aideen? Now there’s a girl who was ready to rock and roll from the moment she was stripped. She didn’t really need sexualizing, not really.” Deven smiled for a moment, thinking to himself how he’d been happy to take the money, regardless of how smooth a project that had been. “What would you say about Mateen?” he asked.

Maurice was hesitant but Marie spoke right up. Working with her uncle, she had more experience thinking about these things. “I would say he’s shy, but I don’t think that is really true. It’s more that Mateen is inside himself. Even in dance the movement always starts way deep and then ripples to the surface.”

“It’s actually pretty awesome,” Maurice exclaimed. “Mateen is one of the most beautiful people I know, and I’m not even talking about looks!”

“But I worry about social interactions,” Marie added. “I feel like Mateen doesn’t always know what other people are thinking.”

“Or maybe doesn’t care?” Maurice said thoughtfully. “It is like Mateen thinks that everyone else is just as deep and internal that words aren’t needed; all that social banter and stuff that goes on, you know?”

“If I understood correctly neither of you knew for sure what to expect with a nude Mateen.” Devon stated.

“Now that I’ve seen Mateen nude I can’t imagine anything else,” Maurice said mischeivously.

“We sure have been having fun the last hour,” Marie added.

“What about social interactions?” Devon asked, “how does a stripped Mateen present to the world?”

“I guess this is just the way it is,” Maurice shrugged. “What are you going to do? Adults strip you and you deal the best you can.”

“An interesting perspective,” Devon replied, “but I want better than that for Mateen; for all three of you, to tell the truth.”

“I think Mateen’s going to be okay,” Marie said with confidence, “but I am going to do more than just hope. Whether it is at the party, at school, every week at dance class, or every other day, I plan to be one of Mateen’s best friends.”

“Me too!” Maurice put in. “And I’d like to have more fun like we did today.”

“I have an idea, uncle,” Marie said. The three put their heads together, eager to work things out while Mateen slept.

• • •

One of the tricks of the trade, if you will, for the elite sexualizers of Florida, was the surprise reveal. It was difficult to transform the young person in question without stripping them first, but the conceit was that the person had been stripped just moments before stepping out before their birthday party guests. In some ways this was a nod to the earlier days of the Stripped For Florida program when adolescents were stripped without warning, brought to orgasm and brought out before an audience before they’d even caught their breath. For the suave residents of Florida’s elite enclaves this was all too gauche. They wanted their progeny to be as carefully prepped and ready to interact with their social peers as was possible. As such Mateen was kept busy, well out of the bounds of the Town of TriOaks and its posh suburban relatives while Devon made arrangements. Some of these arrangements included Marie and Maurice, who had to be pried away from their entertainments with Mateen.

On the day of the party a long stretch limo pulled up to the antique store and the group settled themselves in the back. During the drive Devon helped the three youngsters make final preparations and then the limo pulled into the Town of TriOaks.

For a moment it looked like Mateen was going to back out. The front of the house was decorated in lights and torches lit the pathway to the back. It sounded as if over 200 people were already partying in the backyard without the guest of honor.

“It’s okay,” Maurice soothed Mateen. “All we have to do is dance!”

“After that, if you want to leave, we’ll leave,” Marie said reassuringly.

Mateen nodded.

The three friends stepped out and paused. They looked one another in the eyes and then began dancing. They moved down the torchlit pathway and into the clearing in the center of the backyard. Spanish moss dipped down from darkness into the light of hundreds of tiny lights. Reflections bounced upward from the swimming pool at the end of the garden. A hush fell over the party as the beauty of the moment took hold. The three dancers moved as if among a throng of tiny moons. Silver balls, tethered by invisible threads seemed to move about the dancers in orbits of their own accord.

Darleen put her hand to her mouth to hide a gasp. “Javeen,” she whispered in his ear.

Javeen put his hand around Darleen, unable to take his eyes off the dance.

“Javeen, look at Mateen. What’s Devon done?” It was if Darleen’s notice brought it to everyone’s attention. Between the legs of all three dancers all was smooth.

But then the three dancers twirled into a tight knot and when they whirled back apart long horizontal appendages sprang forth from each of the dancers, a bright silver ball hanging in space below three tips.

It was Javeen’s turn. “Marie?” he gasped.

A wave of energy pulsed through the crowd and the hush was broken. Laughter and joy swept overhead and rose into the tree branches. The three dancers stopped halfway between a curtsy and a bow and froze in place while everyone cheered and applauded, and then the party resumed.

Mateen remained with Marie and Maurice throughout the evening, taking in people’s congratulations, listening to people’s converesations and gossip, taking bites of food, and enjoying the party.

Devon stood aside watching the festivities and feeling the warm glow of yet another successful sexualization. Javeen and Darleen emerged from the thick of parents that had gathered along one side of the garden wall.

“I would say I can’t believe it,” Javeen began, “but I should have known better. After all, you’re one of the best.”

“I would ask how you did it,” Darleen continued, “but I’m just...what can I say? It’s wonderful.”

“Marie and Maurice…” Javeen trailed off.

“Turns out they’ve been friends all along,” Devon replied. “I take no credit for that part.”

“Amazing!” Darleen pronounced. “But I have one question.”

“I’ll answer if I can,” Devon said.

Aideen had suddenly materialized and stood behind her mother.

“Does Mateen have a gender?” Darleen asked. “I mean, what do I tell people?”

“Mom!” Aideen said fiercely. “Leave Mateen alone.”

“Mateen is fine,” Devon said more gently. “Absolutely fine.”

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