The Welcoming Committee

The Welcoming Committee 1 - A Stripped For Florida Story

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This story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced nudity, spanking, and sexual activity of preteen and young teen children for the purpose of punishment. None of the behaviors in this story should be attempted in real life, as that would be harmful and/or illegal. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now.

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The Welcoming Committee
A Stripped For Florida Story
by Nakie Katie

Summary

The Weber family operates the Buckeye & Palm Inn, apartment-style accommodations in Clearwater Beach, Florida. Unofficially employing their three kids as the welcoming committee for the guests, Mr. and Mrs. Weber observe that more and more of the guest families are opting to have their children ‘stripped,’ and they make a decision to ‘strip’ their own children. For 11-year-old Nicole, more than just her body is bared.

Chapter 1

Thursday evening

“Dinner is ready!” announced Mrs. Weber. Two of her three kids excitedly entered the kitchen. Eight-year-old Josh and eleven-year-old Nicole found the spaghetti and garlic bread and began claiming generous servings for themselves. They both wore damp blue swim trunks, and Nicole also wore a gray t-shirt. Mrs. Weber had a modest serving of pasta and bread, and a tall glass of milk. They were just sitting down as Mr. Weber entered the kitchen. He only claimed a small serving, and when he sat down he didn't scoot his chair in at the table.

“Make yourself comfortable, Ron,” invited Mrs. Weber. “If someone rings the bell, I'll get it.” Mr. Weber gave a slight nod of acknowledgement, but nonetheless maintained readiness to get up at a moment's notice.

“Kyle, did you hear me?” Mrs. Weber called loudly up the stairs.

“Yes, jeez, I'm coming!” was the annoyed response from fourteen-year-old Kyle. Moments later he could be heard stomping down the stairs, before appearing in the kitchen in the same baggy green cargo shorts and black t-shirt he'd worn to school that day.

Dinner was uneventful. A small TV played a rerun of a sitcom that everyone had seen before, and the family engaged in intermittent smalltalk. ‘So are you glad the school year is over?’ was the obvious question, and the answers from the three children were variations on ‘yeah,’ with tempered enthusiasm. The bell didn't ring; nobody really expected it to, as no guests were scheduled to arrive that night, and one doesn't just show up at an inn, hotel, or bed & breakfast in Clearwater Beach in June expecting to get a room without a reservation.

“Nick,” Mr. Weber spoke up, “make sure you take a shower tonight. You don't want to smell like low tide when the doctor is examining you. And no trunks in the shower.”

Nicole sighed. “Fine.” She didn't really like showering, especially if she had to be completely naked. It reminded her too much of what was wrong with her body, and it seemed to be getting more wrong week by week. But seeing the doctor with smelly privates would be embarrassing, so she didn't argue this time.

Friday morning

Nicole arrived at the doctor's office, accompanied by Mr. Weber, and wearing baggy tan shorts and a sky blue t-shirt. A nurse took her height, weight, and blood pressure measurements, and then Dr. Moyer came in. She was tidily dressed and neatly groomed, a perfect picture of professionalism, but she also was warmly caring towards her patients. She asked Nicole and Mr. Weber typical questions, like if there was anything concerning, how Nick's diet has been, and whether they had plans to have ‘him’ stripped.

“We don't see much of a reason to strip the boys,” Mr. Weber said, “but we have noticed an increasing number of our guests are showing up with stripped kids. I guess it's getting pretty popular. Maybe Julie and I will think about it this summer.” Nicole didn't think it was likely.

“Okay,” started Dr. Moyer, “now it's time for my private chat with Nick, as usual. The nurse will call you when it's time to take care of business.” Mr. Weber nodded and left the examination room.

“So how have you really been, Nicole?” asked the doctor.

“I've been getting by,” Nicole explained. “I'm starting to worry about what changes are going to happen, though. I don't want to get all hairy, you know?”

“Right. And then your voice deepens, and of course your penis and testicles start to get bigger.”

Nicole had been avoiding even thinking about that, and frowned.

Dr. Moyer continued, “Your development is at the point where we can start you on pubertal blockers. That will keep your body from getting more wrong than it is now. And in a couple years, if you still haven't changed your mind, we can even start cross-hormone treatment. Your breasts and hips will grow, and if you dress the part, most people will see you as a young woman.” This sounded good to Nicole. “I'm not supposed to mention this, but I think you already know. When you're an adult, you can even have surgery, trading in your penis and testicles for a vulva, clitoris, and vagina. Unfortunately, that surgery is illegal in Florida, so unless that changes, you'll have to go out of state.”

“That's stupid,” Nicole said.

“Yeah, I know. There are a lot of stupid laws in this state. This one interferes with my patients' future treatment options, which really burns me up. So let's not dwell on that. I've been seeing you your whole life, and you've been open with me about your gender for half of that time. It is my professional opinion that pubertal blockers are an appropriate treatment for your dysphoria at this time.”

Nicole lit up. “Cool! So I can start taking them today?”

“In theory. But we'll need your parents' consent. That means you have to come out to them first. Are you ready to take that step? Would you be safe at home if you came out?”

Nicole's heart sank. “Not really. I mean, I don't think I'm ready yet. I don't think they would hurt me or kick me out if they knew. I'm just not ready.”

“That's okay,” Dr. Moyer assured. “It's important to be ready. When you tell them, give me a call. If they approve, I'll write you a prescription right away. But I want to hear how it goes either way, so call me, okay?”

“Okay. Thanks!” Nicole hugged Dr. Moyer.

Friday afternoon

“Boys, a family just checked in!” Mr. Weber announced to his children upstairs. “They're in apartment four.”

Nicole and Josh knew they had a job to do, but it was Kyle's job too, and he wasn't around. So the second order of business would be to find their older brother; the first was to get some clothes on Josh, who had spent the day so far in little white briefs. He quickly threw on some red jersey shorts and an old black NASCAR t-shirt that had been handed down for seemingly generations, featuring a driver who had been dead for decades.

Fortunately it didn't take long to find Kyle. He was just wandering across the beach back to the house in his dripping wet, baggy, black swimming trunks when Nicole and Josh started looking for him. “You're not supposed to be on the beach when guests arrive,” shouted Nicole across the twenty or so yards and closing distance between them.

“Shut up. I'm coming, so don't get your panties in a twist.” Kyle could guess easily enough that they had guests to greet.

‘Where would I even get panties,’ Nicole wondered.

The trio walked to apartment four, where a minivan with Oregon license plates was parked. They knocked on the door, and a few seconds later it opened. Standing before the kids was a girl, between Kyle's and Nicole's ages, completely nude. Kyle's eyes widened. Nicole and Josh smiled.

“Welcome to the Buckeye & Palm!” Josh practically sang. “We're your welcoming committee. Wanna play?”

“Josh! You can't just say ‘wanna play’ to a naked girl!” Kyle scolded.

“Why not?”

While Kyle was trying to think of a reason, the girl chuckled, and said, “You're cute.” It wasn't clear which of the Weber children she said it to.

Her name was Rain, and she was 12 years old. Her younger brother was Jon, 10 years old, and also nude. They went with the Webers on a quick tour of the beach and the inn. Nicole pointed out the house where they could be found, and the outdoor showers. Josh pointed out his favorite tidal pool that's great for building sand castles next to, and a spot where he'd found a starfish the previous weekend. Kyle explained that if they wanted to see more people, especially tourists with naked kids, they should walk down the beach towards Pier 60. The tour wasn't really necessary, but Mr. and Mrs. Weber took pride in offering the ‘welcoming committee’ service to their guests. It was something that made a stay at the Buckeye & Palm extra special.

Monday afternoon

“We hope to see you again!” Mrs. Weber said cheerfully as a couple of young men walked out of the office. Before the door closed behind them, Josh appeared out of nowhere.

“Can we go now?” he asked impatiently.

“Hold your horses, Josh. The party doesn't start until three, and it won't be any fun getting there before everyone else. I promise it'll be worth the wait.”

“So when do we leave? Two o'clock?”

“No, it doesn't take a whole hour to get there. We'll leave at two thirty and still have plenty of time.”

“That's… an hour and, um, thirty-seven minutes, right?” Josh hoped his arithmetic was wrong.

“That sounds about right. Go find something fun to do, and the time will go by before you know it.”

“But my swimsuit is in the wash!” He'd have been wearing it, otherwise. Instead he was milling around the house in jeans shorts hemmed just above the knee.

“So stay out of the water! Just get out of my hair!”

Josh headed upstairs to the rec room. An hour and thirty-seven minutes sounded like enough time to watch a movie. It was only the fourth day of summer vacation and he was already finding long days with no school or homework to be a bit monotonous. Maybe the adolescent tendency to find everything either boring or earth-shattering was starting to manifest in Josh. This was his ninth birthday, after all. Middle school was only a couple years away.

The movie plan was a bust, however. Nicole was lounging on the couch in black boxer briefs and a red t-shirt, watching TV. Josh could try to argue for control of the TV, but he hadn't even decided on a movie to watch. Besides, whatever Nick was watching would probably be good enough to kill the time. Josh sat down on the opposite end of the couch from his sister, who bent her legs a little to give him room. He recognized what was on the TV pretty quickly, as he'd seen it a few times before.

“You're watching Moperville again?”

“It's cool!” Nicole answered.

“It's weird!” Kyle interjected from inside his bedroom. He spent a lot of time in there, particularly when Nicole and/or Josh were occupying the TV in the rec room. He had his own smart phone to keep himself entertained.

Josh accepted that he'd just have to watch Moperville for the next hour or so. This was the episode at the end of season one, where the new girl was hiding under a table and crying after fighting a goo monster. Josh didn't really like the episodes with crying, and though this episode had a cool monster fight in it, he'd apparently just missed that part. Nicole looked like she was about to cry, herself. Josh didn't get it.

After getting a couple of episodes into season two, the kids heard the announcement the youngest had been waiting for. “Time to go, boys!” Mr. Weber called up the stairs.

Josh jumped up from the couch, grabbed a white tank top, and bounded down the stairs. Nicole paused the show, exited the streaming TV app, and turned off the TV before throwing on some grey gym shorts and happily heading down the stairs. Kyle emerged from his room wearing black cargo shorts and a blue jersey-style tank top, stashing his phone into one of his many shorts pockets as he walked to the stairs in no particular hurry. One by one, the three kids put on their sandals and got in the family minivan in the Buckeye & Palm Inn's small parking lot. After about a minute's wait, Mrs. Weber emerged from the inn, locking the door behind her. A sign in the window advised any unlikely potential customers that they were out for the afternoon. She joined her family in the van, including Mr. Weber who was to drive.

Over the short causeway and across town, nearly to Old Tampa Bay, the Webers arrived at the pizza buffet restaurant a few minutes before three o'clock. Uncle Mike and Aunt Sue arrived moments later, bringing cousins ten-year-old Steve and thirteen-year-old Rosa, plus a couple of small wrapped boxes and a handful of helium balloons. A few of Josh's friends from school showed up in the following several minutes, each arriving in the care of a parent or two, while the Webers deposited balloons in various places in the restaurant's party room and set the wrapped gifts on a table in the corner.

With all the party guests in attendance and their buffet lunches paid for, the horde descended upon the buffet. When everyone was nearly full, the gathering began to resemble a birthday party. Nine candles were placed in nine brownies, and presented to Josh. The gathered crowd sang, then Josh made a wish and blew out the candles. Then brownies were consumed, and finally, presents were opened.

Josh unwrapped the smaller box first, as instructed by his parents. Mr. Weber made sure to be standing behind Kyle, while Mrs. Weber was standing behind Nicole. As Josh removed the last of the wrapping paper, he paused briefly, looking at the small, plain white box, wondering what it could be. Of course, there was only one way to find out, so he broke the clear tape holding the box closed, and opened it eagerly. Then he paused again.

An adhesive bandage? It only took a few seconds before he recognized it as a Quick-Strip subdermal chip. Just then, Kyle and Nicole reacted with annoyance and confusion to their parents sticking something behind their ears.

“You're stripping me?” Josh asked his parents, seemingly not emotionally moved by the turn of events.

“That's right,” Mr. Weber said, “so let's get that chip on you and those clothes off you!”

“You too, boys!” added Mrs. Weber, addressing Kyle and Nicole, while Mr. Weber applied the adhesive bandage behind Josh's ear.

Kyle began grinning. Nicole looked shocked. The party guests began to applaud.

As Kyle and Josh began stripping, Nicole started to cry. “Now I'll never get to wear girl clothes!” she thought. The clapping stopped. Nicole's brothers paused their undressing and stared at her. The other guests stared as well. Some were confused, others were shocked. Nicole realized the situation was even worse: she'd said that out loud!

End Chapter 1

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