The Taming of Gloria

By Little Frieda

Copyright 2023 by Little Frieda, all rights reserved

The Taming of Gloria
by Little Frieda
(branches off The Right Smartwatch, chapter 11)

Gloria: 12yo (in 6th grade)
Rosalina Kenders: Gloria’s mother
Warren Kenders: Gloria’s father
Little John: 13yo, Gloria’s new friend (in 8th grade)
Robert: Gloria’s older brother
Eddie: Gloria’s younger brother

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"... And if you pass me on the side,
Why don't you stop and let me ride?
You just had a better deal than some,
Walking down the road to Kingdom Come. ..."

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ybUl_2rdlps


What is Gloria’s backstory?
https://www.dailykos.com/stories/2022/2/13/2080118/--Everybody-sweeps-you-under-the-rug-and-they-move-on-We-can-t-Life-after-6-year-old-is-arrested

Two years after a police officer arrested 6-year-old Lucious and Emma Nixon Academy Charter School student Kaia Rolle, her family told USA Today the little girl who loved to dance and was drawn to the spotlight is gone. In her place is an 8-year-old who suffers from "extreme post-traumatic stress disorder, separation anxiety, oppositional defiance disorder and phobias of simple things like bugs," the newspaper reported.
Meralyn Kirkland, the child's grandmother, said the family knows the little girl who once danced is in there. "We just don't know how to bring her out," Kirkland said.
https://youtu.be/ezcCwQWsgkA



Matt’s effort to protect his sister, Cindy, was wreaking havoc on Gloria. This had knock-on effects on everyone around Gloria. The use of the Smartwatch on her could be best described as a “nice try”, only it was turning out to be not so nice. After the humiliation Matt and Jenny had put her through in the mall, OF COURSE Gloria would think about revenge. And that would cause Gloria to reject all attempts to wear clothes for the rest of her life. Matt had blocked Gloria’s revenge but had himself become a revenge monster.

Matt’s use of the CMD watch function to prevent Gloria from seeking revenge was very clumsy, and caused her to become an unwilling nudist.

The next Monday, Gloria dutifully followed the Smartwatch command to strip in her first class. Again, under command of the watch, she refused all instructions by the teacher and school staff to get dressed until the specified 15 minutes were up. By this time, Gloria’s parents were called in to pick her up and take her home.

That Thursday evening, Jenny invited Matt to eat supper at the Powers house.

Mrs Powers started off the dinner conversation, “Gloria’s situation is really heartbreaking. When she was in first grade, she got into a scuffle with her teacher. It must have been … quite energetic … because the school had her arrested. Imagine that. A six year old kid, put in cuffs, screaming in terror for her mother, driven to the police station.”

Mrs Powers continued, “I met her once, when she was five. A beautiful child. Big smile, liked to sing and dance. All that is gone now, as you know. Such a bright light of happiness, snuffed out in an hour.”

“Matt, today Gloria’s mother went to your mom’s law office to discuss her daughter’s behavior, and wondered about the ramifications of institutionalizing Gloria for mental problems. By good luck, she ended up in Mrs Larson’s office. When the root cause of the problem was discovered to be Gloria’s refusal to wear clothes for any reason, Mrs Lawson promptly began evangelizing the nudist lifestyle and invited Ms Kenders to the first meeting of her “Feminudism” project. While Rosalina calmed down about the nudity, Gloria’s mental agitation is still an issue.”

In a slightly disappointed voice Mrs Powers ended the subject with “I have seen the watch commands that you two gave Gloria, forbidding that she ever get dressed. Nudity can be gotten used to, but she is freaking out over losing control of her body. That girl must have done something terrible to give her such everlasting punishment.”

With that, Mrs Powers skillfully turned the conversation to other matters.

After dinner, as Jenny and Matt walked through the backyard over to Matt’s house, Jenny told Matt, “I’m getting a bad feeling about what we did to Gloria. Sure, she’s a vicious bully that attacked your sister and deserves a good thumping … which she got. But what’s twisting my soul is not the one time thump, over and done. The commands we gave her will torture her forever. Sure, she stole lunch money from Cindy. When did that become such a horrible thing that it deserves a lifetime of pain? I don’t want her beat down so hard she offs herself.”

“Yeah. I didn’t think far enough ahead when I told her to never wear clothes again.” Matt conceded her concern. “I was just so angry. Now that my rage has faded, maybe we … no, I … went overboard. But doesn’t Gloria deserve more punishment? My sister still needs protection.”

Jenny was very insistent. “Revenge is worse than punishment. It would be better to fix this. That Smartwatch can do any command, right? It doesn’t have to be about taking clothes off.”

Matt dejectedly said, “Yeah, you’re right. We need to fix Gloria, not kill her. Let’s make a list of commands and show them to your mom, to be sure we don’t make any more mistakes.”


Some time later the list is:
-- written list approved by Jenny's mom --
CMD reset
you will be respectful to the adults that you know (and preserve distrust of strangers)
you will not attack, be nasty to, or prank any kids, up to 18yo
spend at least 2 hours each school night to get grade "B" or better, study ahead if possible
ask teachers for help if you do not know how to get the homework answers
help classmates to learn
use common sense
defend yourself and your friends

Mrs Powers looked at the list and told Matt, “These instructions are good, where are the rest?”

Matt was confused, so he asked, “The rest? What do you mean?”

Mrs Powers gave Matt a side eye and said, “Now Matt, you don’t have anything about getting her naked. I won’t be upset with those commands. After all, the watch has a STR button. Write up the rest of the REAL commands and resubmit.”
-- Mrs Powers asked for more to be added by Matt and Jenny --
Clothes feel mildly scratchy
stay nude as long as possible
feel good about nudity, never embarrassed
defend and advocate nudism, nudists, and nude culture
use sunscreen
And because Matt and Jenny cannot help being playful, they secretly agree to one more item.
– added without telling Mrs Powers –
After 5 minutes nude you will forget when you are supposed to get dressed

Saturday - The intervention

Due to the behavior problems caused by Matt and Jenny, Gloria was kept out of school for the rest of the week. In that time, Gloria and her parents were invited to the home of Matt’s mother, Mrs Stevens, so that they could have a pediatric behavioral counselor go over options for her future. Gloria was still naked since that time earlier in the week when she plotted revenge against Cindy.

Everything was carefully choreographed. Mrs Powers would take Gloria to a room down the hall for counseling, where Matt was waiting with the Smartwatch. After the new commands are given, they simply wait for the counselor to make an evaluation. Matt would use the watch to erase his presence from the two females. No need to spill that any future technology is involved.

A short time after Gloria returned to her parents, who were surprised that she was now dressed. Gloria’s mother assumed this was because of the superior work of the counselor instead of a new set of Smartwatch commands. A few other kids were invited over to the house to see how she would interact with them. Gloria seemed to have reverted back to her normal bossy self, so after a few hours the group broke up and everyone went home.

School

Monday

The next Monday, Gloria was composed enough to return to school and act mostly normal. In the afternoon, when normal classes are done, Gloria’s routine is to hang out in the school’s gym area, as she is too young to go home to an empty house.

After the intervention, Gloria was able to wear clothes again but anything and everything on her skin felt scratchy. On this Monday, she finally accepts her mother’s suggestion to take a swimsuit and try to learn to swim in the school’s pool, thinking the water might soothe her overly sensitive skin nerves.

Arriving at the pool and going into the girls’ locker and shower area, some girls in Gloria’s age group notice that she is acting differently. With her school clothes off and her swimsuit on, she goes back out to the pool. The other girls all gather around one of the benches facing some lockers. “She didn’t growl at us and stare us down.” This sparked a fierce discussion about what it could mean.

In the pool, Gloria can dog paddle well enough so that she won’t drown, but she is still clumsy in the water and does not stray more than an arm’s length from the side. The water passing over and around her body gives her some relief from the itchy-scratchy sensations that she endured in her school clothes for the six hours of classes.

During the 2 hours she was in the pool, Gloria took several breaks, resting on one of the deck chairs. Each time she looked around and found that a cluster of girls was watching her. Since she had always been a bully that got her way, there was no suspicion that these girls might be plotting something.

As the time approached for Gloria to go home, she got out of the pool and headed for the girls locker room. Having spent the last few years as the alpha bully, she took no mind of the other girls nearby, instead she headed for the shower and stripped off her suit. Gloria soaped and rinsed the pool water from her body, then rinsed out the suit. The next step was to start shampooing her hair. Immediately a gang of her former bullying victims coalesced, one squad to provide a distraction, while the other squad grabbed everything in her locker.

Taking Gloria’s clothes, homework, everything really, out to the pool area, that squad dumped it all onto the wet floor under a warmup shower. Returning into the locker area, they joined up with the others, surrounded Gloria, grabbed her and frog marched her naked ass out to the public area of the pool, locking the door as they went back in. With a headful of frothy shampoo dripping into her stinging eyes, she was helpless to put up much resistance.

Gloria was able to manage a few painful blinks to orient herself and find one of the showerheads that the diving team uses between their turns. Just then she heard the locker room door open and a girl said “Here’s your conditioner, Gloria.” Two seconds later came a bonk on the floor followed by the bottle bouncing off her ankle.

With a combination of blinking through soapy water painfully dripping across her eyes, and groping along the floor to get the conditioner, she sees a boy reach down for the bottle.

Gloria yelled out “HEY!”

John is startled by the intensity of her reaction and jumps back.

“Gimme that!” she demands.

Little John calmly and quietly replies “Sure. Hold out your hand.”

Gloria is paranoid after getting thrown out of the locker and snarls “Why? So you can smack it while I can’t see?”

“No. So I can put the bottle in your hand.”

Gloria tentatively and slowly puts her hand out, expecting the worst. At the same time that John bumps the bottle against her palm, he gently presses her fingers around the conditioner.

Gloria is confused at the kindness, asking “Why are you doing this? Don’t you know I’m the school monster?”

“My Mom says I have a borderline obsessive personality. You dropped a bottle and I had to help.”

While Gloria had been moving around searching for the conditioner, John saw an off color patch of skin on Gloria’s back. Staying well out of Gloria’s reach, he moves in an arc, trying to get behind her for a better look.

By this time Gloria has cleared the soap from her eyes and turns, not letting Little John get behind her. “Now what are you doing? Trying to look at my ass? Jesus! Didn’t you get your fill at the mall arcade last week? You gonna try to put a coin in my slot again?”

This has Little John completely confused. Looking around for a “slot”, “What? I heard about some excitement at the mall, but missed out. What coin slot? The vending machines here only take dollar bills.”

Gloria sneers back, “Oh, you’re a funny little comedian. If not that, why are you trying to look at my ass?”

Ignoring the accusation Little John replies “You aren’t on the swim team. The diving and water-polo suits are basically one-piece thong suits for girls. Naked is not much different from that back there. But your shoulder has a discolored patch. I was trying to look at that. What is it? Does it hurt?”

Gloria is calming down by Little John’s calm concern for her welfare. “My doctor says it’s a form of eczema.”

“Can I see it?”

“You just want to look at my ass.”

“No!” “Maybe she thinks I’m lying with that.” He thinks. “Yes.” “Oops, now I’m a perv.“ “NO, not like that. I’m not crazy enough to get you mad. I want to see your back, well, after your hair is done and you can see again.”

Gloria turned toward John, mostly to watch him, as she massaged in the shampoo and then rinsed it out of her hair. John moved back to wait on a nearby bench, trying to look everywhere EXCEPT at Gloria. Any time he looked in her direction, he made sure to make eye contact, and not look down below her neck.

Gloria has gotten over her paranoia and fear of Little John, and as she is putting conditioner in her hair asks, “How did school swim uniforms get to be thongs? I’ve seen old time pictures of suits, and they had modest full backs. I wonder how that changed.”

Little John thinks, ‘She is interacting with me, a good sign’. “My mom went through that period. She said it started around the time that thongs were accepted at the beach. Some team uniforms at international beach sports got skimpy. Styles changed for high school uniforms, creeping up every year along the hips. Girls grew but their suits didn’t, so they developed wedgies. Some schools objected to too much cheek skin, so they passed rules that ‘the buttocks must be fully covered’.

But they were just spitting against the wind. For one thing, when girls actually play water polo, AKA underwater wrestling, there is a lot of grabbing and a small tight suit keeps opponents’ fingers out. Then the way polo players have to kick in the water, they need a style that will keep any fabric from rubbing and chafing their skin for 60 minutes. Also, the girls got razzed by big sisters in college that mocked the little girl ‘kiddie’ suits. So they said ‘stuff it’ and went with a thong style. The schools tried to keep things under control by changing the rule, saying that butts must be covered with a towel or even a *CAPE* when the girls are out of the water and walking around on the pool deck. But hey, they were trying to tell teenage girls how to dress, so even that didn’t last very long, what with all the adrenalin, the attitude, ‘I forgot’, and general inconvenience.”

Gloria wondered, “If the girls don’t like fingers in their suits, did they ever consider going naked?”

Little John was a bit horrified by that. “I don’t know about girls, but I don’t want some boy’s grabby hands anywhere near my bare crotch.”

When Gloria was finishing up her shower, John walked over to her and asked to see her back. Gloria warily turned away, making it obvious she didn’t trust him. Nevertheless, John took this as permission to examine the skin between her shoulder blades. Despite the immense distraction of her wet, glistening skin, and the light perfume of her hair conditioner, John managed to pull himself together. He reached out and gently traced the outline of discoloration on her back with his finger. Then John touched his finger to the top of her shoulder …

“You have goose bumps. You're getting cold. Where’s your towel?”

Gloria angrily replied, “The bitches took it out of my locker and tossed it into a puddle over there at the floor drain, along with my clothes.”

Little John was slightly surprised. “Didn’t use a lock? Nevermind, most guys don’t either. I’ll get a towel from the boy’s locker room. Wait for me here.”

The old Gloria would have gone ballistic at even the suggestion that she should obey a command from some random boy. She surprised herself by keeping calm this time. Nevertheless, Gloria was not one to stand around idle. She picked up her soggy, dripping clothes from the shower area drain. Squeezing them out as best she could, she folded them neatly and placed them into her carry bag.

Since Gloria had no dry clothes to put on, she was still naked when John returned with a towel in his hand, “All the lost-and-found towels are stinky, so here’s mine … only used once today. My mom is a neat freak and she gives me a fresh one every morning.”

Reluctantly and slowly pulling the towel out of John’s hand, she gave it a deep sniff before accepting it. Gloria kept her eyes on John as she dried off, mostly to track his eyes as he waited. She finished up and tossed the towel back to John. Without another word Gloria picked up her bag of clothes and started for the door.

Little John was startled by being abandoned by Gloria. He bolted into action, grabbing his gym bag and chasing after her. “Gloria! Is your mother picking you up? I’ll wait with you.”

Gloria sniffed, “I’m walking home. I can take care of myself, you don’t need to follow me.”

“Look, your enemies pushed you out here naked, and trashed your clothes. If they are bold enough to do that, there might be more to come.”

Gloria sees the reasoning for this, so she lets John go with her as they walk out of the pool area out to the street.

Still suspicious, Gloria asked, “Why are you doing this? I’m not fumbling down on the floor looking for a hair bottle. It’s not your obsession any more. I know you and your friends hate me.”

“We don’t hate you. We’re afraid of you.”

Sensing bullshit, Gloria retorted, “I heard you all talking about me in the park two weeks ago. Even you said I was an ugly bitch.”

“I remember that. None of my friends think they have any chance with you, so we made up reasons to not like you. You’re too tall, or too short. Your nose is too flat, or too big. I said your hair is the wrong color. My friends sort of figured out that my heart wasn’t into the hate-fest so they edged me out. Calling you a bitch must have been after I left.”

After a short pause, Little John added, “Anyway, all of that was bullshit. We all really think you are cute … Well, at least I do.”

Not convinced, Gloria said, “I don’t believe that. All the time I’ve been naked here, you never looked below my neck.”

Pleased with himself, Little John mumbled, “Ah! I am in compliance with Rule One.”

“What’s rule one?”

Little John explained, “Rule one: Don’t Get Caught. I don’t want you to beat me up. I looked but you just didn’t catch me. If you ever even HINT that it’s ok to look, I will stare and won’t be able to stop.”

He continued, “That brings up something else. Promise you won’t hit me? Because I should have asked you 10 minutes ago back there … Here we are, out of the school, across the street, around the corner, almost out of sight of the pool, but you’re still naked walking out here getting goosebumps again. Shouldn’t you get dressed?”

Startled that she could forget such an important thing, “Crap! I forgot about getting dressed. But I can’t do that anyway, my clothes are totally wet from getting dumped on the drain. Too uncomfortable, and useless to keep me warm.”

Ever the gallant gentleman, Little John put his gym bag down and began unbuttoning his collared shirt. “Here, you take this one. I have an undershirt on. I also have gym shorts in the bag …”

Gloria took offense at that. “Wear your stinky shorts? EEWWW !!”

Little John was surprised at the misunderstanding. “What? No. I wear the shorts. You get my school slacks.”

After Gloria got dressed in John’s clothes, she allowed him to walk her home. Taking a few steps to her door, up the little sidewalk, Gloria turned back to face John. “Hey, thanks for everything this afternoon.”

And without waiting for a reply, she scooted into her house. “‘Thank you’ ??? Why did I do that? I don’t say Thank You to ANYONE, not even my parents.”


Monday Night

Gloria’s evening was normal, eating and then homework, except at bedtime. Her clothes had given her a bad time all day, with an irritating mild scratchiness. Back in her room when she took off Little John’s clothes, it felt SOOO good that she decided to pass on putting on her nightgown. The time that Gloria took to comb her hair, put on hand cream, and other final bits, took about 10 minutes. When she made a final toilet run before bed, she had taken her clothes off so long ago that Matt’s Smartwatch ‘5 minutes’ command caused her to “forgot” to dress before walking down the hall.

Encountering her two brothers at this time of night was the norm, they were also finishing up their day, preparing for bed and sleep. Gloria wasn’t paying attention and missed the boys’ reaction to her nudity. The younger one, Eddie, started to say something when Robert, the older brother punched Eddie’s arm, said “Goodnight Gloria”, and dragged Eddie down the hall. That “Goodnight” was definitely out of character for Gloria’s brothers, but she didn’t turn around fast enough to catch the reason for that. So she shrugged and went about her business. A few minutes later she was done, went to her room, and off to dreamland.

When Eddie recovered enough from the firm punch in the arm, “OW. What’d you do that for?”

Robert replied, “You were about to say something snarky and insulting to Gloria because she was naked.”

Defending his actions Eddie said, “Yeah? So? She’s a mean girl. We both do that all the time.”

Robert explained with “Mom says Gloria’s changed since her freak-out a few days ago. She said we need to be nice to Gloria for a while. Look, I know Gloria is mean and nasty, but maybe she has changed like Mom says, and as long as she is naked I’ll give her a break. If we are nice to Gloria while she has no clothes, maybe she will do more of that. Don’t you want to see her stay naked? Maybe you are too young …”

Like a typical younger sibling, Eddie stomped his foot and exclaimed “I Am Not Too Young. I wanna see Gloria naked.”

Robert continued his reasoning, “Good. Cause she’s gonna cover up if you make her uncomfortable. So let’s be nice for a while. Maybe she will even get some friends over here to be naked with her. Do you want to see other naked girls?”

Eddie’s eyes lit up with that prospect. “Sure!”

Robert suggested “Well then, a good way to help that happen is to smile at Gloria. Say ‘Good Morning’, stuff like that.”


Tuesday Morning

In the morning Gloria woke up easily with the alarm. Again, having been sleeping nude for more than 5 minutes, she forgot to get dressed before going to the breakfast table. Mom and Dad were confused, but also relieved and happy that she was not her usual grumpy morning self … so they didn’t mention the part about walking about the house naked.

A few minutes before it was time to leave for school, Gloria’s brothers came out for their usual super-quick breakfast snack. Both of the boys astonished their parents with a pleasant “Good Morning” for Gloria. That hadn’t happened for years, if ever. She looked up at them with suspicion, as this was completely out of character. Ten seconds later, as Gloria was getting ready to walk out the door …

Gloria’s mother called out, “Gloria! You can’t go to school like that! Go get dressed. Quickly!”

It was only then that Gloria looked down at her body and realized her mistake. Also, coming so soon after her brothers were so unexpectedly nice to her, she made the connection. She will have to have a talk with those boys after school about that.

Tuesday Afternoon

At school, Gloria’s day went about the same as all her previous days. Except that she noticed small clusters of girls, and they were all staring at her. Unfortunately this did not trigger her paranoia alarm so this new development was ignored.

Since she had some relief with the scratchy clothes symptoms at the pool yesterday, Gloria went back at it again after school classes were done. She relaxed for almost three hours, swimming around the edge of the pool. When it was time to go home, she got out, picked up her gym bag of school clothes, and headed for the showers.

This time, the girl gang blocked her way, “You’re not welcome in here. You should have got the message yesterday.”

Gloria tried to bull her way through but the Smartwatch commands had blunted her aggressive nature too much. The girls grabbed her, pulled her swimsuit off, and shoved her to the semi public shower. Her gym bag and everything inside was dumped in the wet drain at her feet. The thing that most distressed Gloria was that the Smartwatch command had revoked her ability to effectively fight back.

With a sigh, Gloria resigned herself to another nude open shower, so she turned on the water, soaped up, and rinsed off. The final step was to shampoo and condition her hair. When that was done, she pulled a comb out of her backpack … and saw that same boy, sitting on the same bench, on the same seat.

“You again.” She complained. “What do you want this time?”

Little John dangled a little bag. “I have something for your back. My big sister is a nurse at the downtown dermatology clinic and she was able to get a doctor’s sample of a new drug.”

Gloria sneered, “You just want to get your hands on my body.”

Little John was aghast at what she was thinking. “NO! Don’t take ANY drugs from random twits, especially ones you don’t know. Take this home, Google up the ingredients, and have your parents talk to the doctor before you do anything with it.”

“Is that your towel down there, covering the drain?” He continued. “I have a spare for you today, fresh from the washer.”

John pulls a towel out of his gym bag and places it at arm’s length on the bench. Gloria warily inches closer, watching whether his eyes are looking at her eyes. As she snatches up the towel she said, “You were ready for this? Planned this all out? Stalking me?”

“Planned, yes.” Little John admitted. “It’s part of my obsessive problem. I had to come back with the medicine. Stalking, no. I’m in the second year of Junior High. We’re not even in the same school building all day. I can only plan to meet you here.”

Gloria let the subject go at that and toweled off. John didn’t quite look away, keeping her in his peripheral vision. Her breasts jiggled as she drew the towel across them, and then did the same with her butt. The change of her skin from glistening wet to dry was quite a pleasant sight. When she finally finished with her toes she threw the towel back to John. Looking down at her clothes on the floor drain, soaked by water, all she could do is sigh. Gloria picked each one up, wrung out the water, and packed them into her backpack.

Ready to go home, she once again walked naked out of the pool area, with John chasing behind. “Gloria! Can I walk you home?”

Stopping at the doorway to the school driveway, Gloria replied, “My mom is picking me up today.”

“Oh. OK. When school starts again in the fall, do you want to join the swim team?”

“Have you seen me swim?”

Sensing an opportunity to spend more time with Gloria, Little John says “Yes, you paddle around the edge of the pool. I can teach you to do more. It won’t be real training but you should be able to go across the deep end without drowning. And when you get real instruction in 7th grade you won’t waste 2 or 3 weeks learning not to sink.”

“I get scared putting my face underwater.” Gloria shyly admitted.

Little John asked, “Are you afraid of heights?”

“No, why?”

“I can help you swim and you can help me get up on the 10 meter diving platform.”

Gloria panicked at that. “WHAT? I can’t go under water. No way I’m gonna dive from up there.”

Little John calmed her down with “You don’t have to jump. Your job will be to walk me around the platform. I’m afraid of heights. I can only belly crawl on the platform and peek over the edge before going back down the ladder. Nobody jumps without an instructor. It's just being up there that’s the problem for me.”

John noticed that Gloria is still naked. “When your mom comes, will she be upset that you are still naked?”

Annoyed with herself, Gloria gasped. “What? Crap, I forgot again. And you didn’t remind me. At least you kept your eyes above my neck.”

“Believe me, that’s not easy. Can I look below your neck now?”

“NO! Absolutely not.” As a car rolls up toward them, “That’s my mom. I’ve got to go.”

Little John called out as Gloria opened the door, “Hey wait! I don’t have any swim practice tomorrow. Can I teach you to swim? I can protect your clothes while you shower.”

Still suspicious of John’s motives, Gloria grumbled, “Grmph. You’d like that wouldn’t you. *Sigh* But then I didn’t get into the locker room today, so thanks again. See ya tomorrow.”

The arrival of her mother bumped the thoughts of Time To Get Dressed out of her mind as she rushed out of the pool building and over to the curb. After plopping her bag on the floor in front of her empty car seat, she climbed in and closed the door. Her two brothers were in the third row seats of the SUV, and as soon as she closed the car door they both piped up with “Hi Gloria!” She spun her head around at that to see the boys looking at each other with conspiratorial smiles. This triggered memories from breakfast, and looking down at herself to see only skin. “Shit. Forgot to get dressed again. That’s gotta be why those two are being nice. Boys are strange.”

Mom almost freaked out when Gloria walked naked out the school door, thinking it was another wild episode like last week. “No school adults are escorting her like a prisoner, I didn’t get an angry phone call, it can’t be THAT bad.”

Gloria explained her situation, “Mom, my clothes got dumped in the water again this afternoon. That’s why I’m naked.”

Rosalina pulled into the first empty parking slot along the school driveway. “What! That is not acceptable. Do you want me to talk to the school about this bullying?”

Gloria dismissed the notion. “No. I’ll just make a change to my routine. Besides, I have a new friend to help me.”

Remembering Gloria’s former way too aggressive personality, Rosalina looked over at her daughter. “Peacefully, I hope.”

Gloria with some exasperation, “Yes mother, peacefully.”

Then she added quietly, “I’ll be with a boy. He’s gonna help me learn to swim.”

Unseen by the kids in the back, Rosalina rolled her eyes at that. “I’ve heard all THAT before with my sisters, even before girls walked around naked. At least there will be adults monitoring the pool so things won’t get TOO far out of hand.”

The ride home takes more than five minutes, so Gloria has again forgotten that she is naked. She jumps out of the car, taking her bag of wet clothes inside to be dumped in the washing machine, then goes to the kitchen for a snack. Rosalina brought in a small bag of groceries and asked Gloria to please put them in the pantry. Not wanting to disturb the calm, she does not mention to Gloria that she is still nude. The boys come in from the car, see her naked backside in the kitchen reaching up into the pantry to put food away. When they both come out with a pleasant “Hi Gloria”, her hackles go up as she spun around to face the boys.

Gloria is only frustrated that she forgot, once again, that she should have put on clothes. The Smartwatch command has suppressed any embarrassment reaction. Only the force of habit makes her promptly cover herself and march quickly to her bedroom. Her mother sees all this but does not see a catastrophe in progress, and sighs in blessed relief.

Up in her room Gloria looks through her closet searching for an outfit that will not make her itch all over. A bit past the 5 minute mark (the Smartwatch time limit), she forgets why getting into her closet was so important. A few minutes later a still naked Gloria left her room and managed to corner Eddie alone.

“Alright little brother, why are you being so nice to me?”

Panicked, Eddie thinks ‘(I’ve been caught!)’ and bleats out “It was all Robert’s idea!”

Not allowing it to stop there, Gloria demands “It was, was it? That’s nice but ANSWER THE QUESTION.”

Eddie confesses “He said if we are nice to you, you’ll stay naked longer.”

Gloria looks down at her own lack of clothes and thinks over the last 2 days. ‘why am I always forgetting to get dressed?’ “So you want me naked? Why? You’re too young to care about that. You do slip-N-slide naked with your friends. Why do you care?”

Eddie thinks for a few seconds, as he does not really understand nor share Robert’s movie. Then he answers truthfully, “Cause you’re nicer to us when you’re naked.”

Just then, Rosalina calls out from the kitchen “Gloria, can you help me over here please?”

As Gloria entered the kitchen, her Mom said, “Your father and I talked about your, umm, clothing situation …”

Gloria looked down at her bare body. “Nuts, I forgot again. I’ll go get dressed.”

Rosalina quickly said, “Wait! You don’t have to. Clothes give you scratchies and if you are more comfortable not wearing them, your father and I will support you. In fact, I went to the doctor today. For the last 15 years I have had problems with yeast infections in my lady parts. The doctor wants to try a new protocol and I need to keep my crotch really dry. That means going bottomless, and if I do that, I might as well join you and be nude. I’ll start that tomorrow … and YOU are welcome to join ME.”

Gloria asked, “Why don’t you start now?”

Mom explained, “I’m not as brave as you. I’ll start tomorrow morning and be nude at breakfast.”


Wednesday Morning
Gloria woke up with her alarm. Having spent the night sleeping nude she forgot, as per the Smartwatch guidance, to get dressed. Toddling out to the kitchen as she blinked away the eye boogers, she found her mother.

Rosalina greeted her daughter with “Good morning sweetie. I see you are starting the day nude, like me. I must thank you because I need your support in fixing my medical condition. As long as we are in this house, clothing will be optional for us ladies. Not sure what I will do if visitors come over, but with your scratchies you don’t have to dress.”

“Thanks mom. Mom!”

“Yes, honey.”

Gloria confided, “I’m not as brave as you think. When we have visitors, will you stay naked if I stay naked?”

Rosalina expressed some surprise. “Wow! I had not thought of that. I’ll give it a try, but you have to promise … to be ultra confident, like you’ve been naked all your life. If you get twitchy, I might chicken out.”

Just then, Robert came along the corridor, with sleepy Eddie stumbling behind. Robert was too late to catch the conversation, but when he saw his mother was naked he jumped back and grabbed Eddie. “Eddie! Mom’s naked!”

“Really? Is she gonna be nicer to us too?”

Confused, Robert asked “What? Nicer? Why? No. We’ve heard stories about bad families across the freeway. I think Mom has been really nice to us already.”

Eddie reconsidered the situation. “Oh, yeah. Maybe she’s helping Gloria to be nicer to us …”

Robert was not a part of Eddie’s talk with Gloria about ‘nicer’. “What are you talking about? Anyway, Mom’s a girl, and maybe she and Gloria will be naked all the time! And bring more naked girls here. So we have to be extra nice to both of them.”

“Sure.” Eddie agreed. “We say ‘Hi’ and smile.”

“Exactly right.” Robert proclaimed. “Let’s grab a Poptart and go to school. And try not to stare at Mom.”


Wednesday Afternoon

John went over to the pool after school. Since he had no sports practice he arrived at the same time as Gloria, but on the other end of the pool. Gloria was in the process of taking off her clothes, so John stopped short. Since she had not seen him yet, he hung back out of her view, watching as she unbuttoned her blouse and shrugged off her bra. After Gloria removed and folded the rest of her clothes she slowly walked to the pool and climbed down.

He watched from his hidden corner, unsure why naked girls were so captivating. After all, breast skin was the same as arm skin, and arms had never been sexy. Maybe it was the gentle rising and falling curves, or the abrupt shape change where the under boob merged back into the ribs. Perhaps it was the jiggly way boobs or butts wiggled. He spent a few minutes pondering this question. Then he figured his luck might run out soon and Gloria would catch him spying, so he stepped out as if he had just arrived.

Little John decided that it was time to come out and get moving. “Hi Gloria! I’ll be back in two minutes. Gotta get the old Speedos on.”

Gloria smiled back at him, both as a friend and also at the prospect of seeing his Speedos. When John returned he invited Gloria to move over to the warm up pool for her first swimming lesson. They both sat down in the pool, with the water up to their necks.

Little John began the instruction session. “OK. Step one for you isn’t actually swimming, it’s accepting that your face will get wet and go underwater.”

He was distracted as hell by Gloria’s lack of a swimsuit. “Yesterday you swam with a suit. Why are you swimming naked today?”

Gloria smiled at John. “All my clothes feel scratchy. Skinny dipping feels a lot better, and there is nobody here to stop me or stare at me. Well, except you. And you’re not acting like a dumb boy.”

Little John was resigned to such a small step up in Gloria’s view of him. ‘It’s going to get better. It’s going to get better.’ “I see. Well, let’s get busy. First you need to not panic when your face goes underwater. So let’s start with getting your face wet. Put your face down, almost chin level and look into the water, then do a quick bounce. Splash your head down then quickly back up. Like this …”

John did his best, leading Gloria step by step. Going from a quick splash to staying down one second. Then advancing to blowing bubbles out her nose and mouth while her face is underwater. Then swim time was over. As they got out of the warming pool and went to shower heads attached to the wall John was absolutely mentally torn. Here he was walking with a cute naked chick and part of his obsession problem forbade turning his head to look.

With a final little bit of instruction, Little John told Gloria “Whenever you take a shower at home, practice getting your face very wet and blowing out your nose and mouth. But get your face out of the spray before breathing back in.”

Little John glanced at Gloria and saw the patch of discolored skin on her back. “Did you check out the medicine? Did you bring it?”

“Yeah.” Gloria opened up her duffel bag. “My mom checked with my doctor and he said it won’t hurt me. But I forgot to bring it. Maybe. After I Googled the ingredients … I tossed it back into this bag, so maybe I have it in here.”

Little John warned her, “The thing Google will not tell you is that the product, the goo that holds the medicine, is water soluble. So after swimming it needs to be reapplied. Can I help you with that?”

Gloria gave him a side-eye thinking he only wants to get his hands all over her, but since she hadn’t caught him staring at her boobs she told him he could. As Gloria finished her shower, John gave her another of his family’s towels. After wrapping it around her waist and hips, she turned her back, reaching around her head to pull her hair aside. John was spreading around the medicine, and asked the only question a boy wants answered at a time like this.

“So, can I look below your neck?”

“No.” she said with firmness. “Why are you doing this, wanting to rub my back with medicine? Why do you want to look below my neck?”

He said very truthfully “Cause I’m not a eunuch and I think you’re pretty.”

Gloria said with some surprise, “You’re the first boy to say that to me. Three days at this pool and you are the only one that's even peeked. I did catch you today, and your Speedos say you aren’t lying.”

Little John got an ego boost when she mentioned ‘Speedos’. “I’m also the only boy student here, and I had to look when I gave you a towel. But yeah, a Speedo makes it hard to fib. Anyway, I also like you.”

Gloria started getting annoyed that maybe John was only doing a number on her. “Really? Noone else does.”

“All the other girls treat me like I’m nobody, like I’m just furniture.” he explained. “They see a chair that simply happens to be in the room with them. You see a person. Maybe you like me, maybe you don’t, but it’s not the same as other girls.”

John delicately spread the gell on Gloria’s back with his fingers, once again becoming intoxicated with the way her hair smelled. He gently placed his other hand on her shoulder, supposedly to help him balance and keep even application of the medicine. But the real reason was that it enabled him to get much closer to Gloria. John was in heaven, stoking his obsession by helping a girl in distress, especially the part about helping a nude girl in distress. After spending way more time than necessary on her back, his spell was broken when Gloria asked a question.

“Do you get embarrassed about your Speedo bump?”

Little John replied, “Sometimes, like when a girl looks down there and rolls her eyes. But if she smiles, I feel great! Do you get embarrassed about your breast bumps?”

Catching himself he said, “Bah! What am I saying? You're naked so obviously not. When did you become a nudist?”

Gloria quickly rejected that description. “I’m not a nudist.”

Little John was puzzled. “Really? This is the third day you’ve been naked in the pool complex. You didn’t panic, cover up, and run away. You even stayed naked for a while when you didn’t have to. Then walked partway home and I had to remind you to get dressed.”

Gloria thought for a few moments. “You’re right. Two weeks ago I would have been mortified at getting caught with no clothes. Then something happened, and now it’s not a big deal. Clothes seem to be scratchy, so I feel better without them … but not remembering to dress when I should makes me worried.”

Gloria became aware of how long Little John had been rubbing her back. “Are you done with that medicine? You’ve been doing that for a long time.”

Little John apologized. “Yeah, sorry. I got lost.”

Gloria snorted “LOST! It’s not a wilderness back there. Even without a map you can’t get lost.”

“My Speedo bump says otherwise.”

Little John handed the medicine bottle back. “Do you know Abbie Larson? I’ve seen her at several after school activities and she’s naked. None of the school staff looked upset at it, and maybe they even expect it now. So I don’t think you’ll get in trouble for not wearing anything. If you explain about clothes giving you scratchies the school might even approve.”

“I’ve heard of Abbie, but she’s not in my school. Anyway, with these scratchies, becoming a nudist is looking like a good idea.”

Being under the 5 minute Smartwatch limit since being reminded that she is nude, Gloria didn’t forget to get dressed for the trip home. As she pulled a fake silk blouse out of her backpack …

Little John praised her style. “OHHH! Nice shirt! Very smooth.”

Gloria groused, “Yeah, I thought it would help with the scratchies. No such luck. Wool, cotton, silk, it all feels the same. My mom is here. See you tomorrow.”

Wednesday Night

Once at home, Gloria scooted off to her room and dumped her homework bag. Still dressed, she went back to the kitchen for a snack where her mother happened to be already nude.

Gloria’s mom saw her and exclaimed “Gloria! You’re still dressed. I was hoping you would join me this evening for moral support. I don’t want to chicken out.”

Gloria took the hint and promptly bounced off to her room to dump her clothes, glad to get out of the scratchy things.

After dinner and homework were done, the family did the usual gather ‘round the big screen TV. Rosalinda bumped her husband out of his usual easy chair so that she could run through her new anti-yeast medical protocol. This involved bringing her feet onto the chair with her knees far apart. Vaguely Indian Style but with the souls of the feet touching instead of legs crossed.

As part of the protocol, Rosalina had to use her fingers to open up her pussy to let it dry out. Soon, her sons saw what mom was doing. Robert managed to do a half-assed job of not staring, but young Eddie had no such restraint.

Rosalina resigned herself to the situation, “OK boys, let’s get this over with. I need to do this to stop a yeast infection in my crotch. Come closer and look. See that line of white yellowish crust inside there along the side? I put medicine on that a few minutes ago. Now I need to keep myself open and dry for an hour.” [*]

Eddie took notice of his mother’s skin between her legs, and wondered why it looked so similar to his father’s chin. “Mom, do you shave down there … like Daddy shaves his chin?”

“Yes sweetie, I shave that area. Many women do, and some don’t. It all depends on the fashion the girl wants to follow. Here in America, if the woman is a nudist, or thinks she might be naked in public, she will shave all the hair off. If nobody will see, usually she won’t bother. As you can see on Gloria, she has a few dark hairs starting to sprout. Sometime in the next few months she will have to decide on her grooming style.”

The boys both looked intently for a few minutes, but gosh, it’s MOM and moms are OLD. Once they understood the process their attention turned back to their TV show.

When the hour was up, Rosalina went back into the kitchen to clean up. Gloria was sitting naked on the couch reading a book with one hand, as she had no interest in her brothers’ TV program. Leaning back slouched on the davenport, with her feet up on the cushions, and knees apart … that other hand wandered about, going left, then right, up to scratch an ear, and eventually as hands do, went down between her legs. At first it was just a resting place where her hand happened to land. A few minutes later with some natural unconscious movements, her hand started playing a role in making her kitty feel good.

This did not go unnoticed by her two brothers. They stared. A short time later Gloria became aware that they were not acting normally.

Gloria briefly flashed back to her old personality and snarled, “What? Whadda you looking at?”

Robert thought fast and came up with a fake answer. “Uhhh. Do you want the remote?”

“Why? This is your time to run the TV.”

Just then Gloria looked at Eddie and saw exactly where HIS eyes were pointed. Abruptly she snatched her busy hand back.

Robert softly said, “As long as you keep doing that, I yield my TV time.”

Just then Rosalina came back into the living room. She was about to scold Gloria with “FEET OFF THE DAVENPORT!” when the kids' positions caught her eye. Naturally she wanted to know what’s going on. Gloria thought back to yesterday when mom told her to be ‘ultra confident’. But she was not so ultra confident that simply telling the truth was the preferred option.

So Gloria also came up with a fake answer. “I asked Robert to check me out for a yeast infection.”

Rosalina gave her full support. “Good idea! But you boys are way too far away. Come around here to get the details. Ok, Gloria, open up. Now boys, this is what a healthy vagina looks like. There are no white or yellow crusty patches, and this is what the correct color looks like inside. See where the tissue changes color? It’s a smooth blended transition. There is nothing splotchy in there.”

Robert, wanting to be a helpful and caring brother (and if you believe that …) “How often does Gloria need to be checked out?”

Rosalina explained, “Well, MY body has gone from good to bad in less than a week. Gloria is young and can fight off an infection better. So once a week will be plenty. But Gloria, if you start getting itchy in there, once a day would be better.”

Eddie asked his own question. “It’s kinda wet in there. That’s not drool is it?”

Rosalina used this time as a teaching moment, “Oh my goodness no. That wet happens whenever a girl really likes what is happening to her body. Gloria, it must feel good to be out of your clothes, especially if they give you scratchies. But that brings up something. To help fight off the yeast, you need to be dry down there. When you sit, remember to open up your legs and let your girl parts air out. And if you still don’t get dry enough, you might need to use your fingers to hold yourself open.

OK Gloria, you can close up now.”

As the kids went back to their previous activities, Rosalina thought “Wow, she sure is wet in there.” Since mom did not see that Gloria’s busy hand had been a major contributor, she guessed wrong about the cause. “She must have been turned on by showing her puss to her brothers, to boys. I guess I don’t have to worry about making her my ‘naked support partner’ while taking care of my infection. She is going to LIKE helping.”

As mom went off to do more household chores, Gloria reached out her arm to Robert and told him “Gimme the remote.” Her other hand went back to being busy.


[*] I’m making all this shit up. I have no idea what a yeast infection looks like. (Google is your friend … you can even get it on your tongue.)

Thursday Afternoon

John’s official after-school practice schedule was only Monday and Tuesday, allowing him to be already at the pool doors when Gloria arrived this Thursday. He was at the far door across the pool, standing with two girls about his age when Gloria spotted him. John had his back to Gloria as he chatted with the strangers. Gloria was slightly irritated at what she saw. If she was a few years older it would have been jealousy. She watched them closely as she took her clothes off and entered the pool. Soon the girls walked away and John skipped along a happy path when he saw her.

Gloria’s mood was a bit sour when he jumped in beside her.

Gloria spoke without joy, “Who are those two girls?”

Little John explained “High school freshmen. They bumped into me last weekend at the mall. I think they want to date my brother, or something.”

“But you three were getting very friendly with each other.”

“We were? What do you mean?”

Gloria, with some irritation, “Oh come on. Don’t play innocent. They were flirting with you.”

“Is that what they were doing? I must be on some doctor’s spectrum. Maybe my obsession gives me a whopping big blind spot. I only thought they were acting weird.”

“So you’re not interested in them? Why not?”

Little John absently replied “They’re not naked.”

Gloria became irritated and almost angry at that. “Are you only here with me because I’m naked?”

“Yes.” John replied. Then Gloria punched him on the arm. “Oof. I don’t mean it like that.”

Gloria snapped “There aren’t a whole lot of ways for that to mean!”

Ignoring her deteriorating attitude, John touched her shoulder and said, “The girls are still there at the door. Turn around, look at them, and tell me what you see.”

A still grumpy Gloria looked over and reported, “Two cute girls, JV cheerleaders, big boobs. What’s for you NOT to like?”

“When I saw them at the mall, I saw girls with long fingernails, lots of makeup, and fine clothes. The tall one even scraped her eyebrows off and painted new ones on. Last night I had a wet dream …”

“A what? What’s a wet dream?”

Little John filled her in. “Boys, and men, can get stiffies while we sleep. If that happens in the middle of a particularly pleasant sexy dream, we will orgasm. In my wet dream it was about cuddling and sleeping next to a naked girl. Sleeping while dreaming about sleeping, yeah it sounds crazy, but that told me what I want from life. A girl that is happy to be naked and hold me while we sleep.”

He continued, “Those girls, they don’t just wear clothes … they assemble outfits. They won’t want to sleep nude, they’ll wear sexy nighties, which won’t do a thing for me. It puts a barrier between us. True or not, I will take that as ‘Keep your distance.’ and I might not be aggressive enough to get through it. Then they will think I am not romantic enough, or even looking to cheat on them.

Also, the heavy makeup they wear is for practicing to be a 35 year old woman who wears makeup to look like a teenager again. Gack! That makes my brain hurt.

Gloria, I like you. I like your attitude about clothes. I like that you don’t ask dumb questions. I didn’t mean to offend you about liking you naked.”

This mollified Gloria and calmed her down for the full two hour underwater help session. Eventually the session ended with Gloria able to put her head underwater for a quick dip. John wanted to give Gloria a celebratory hug, but held off when he didn’t see any hint of an invitation from her. They both heaved themselves out of the pool and walked over to the open showers. John was beside himself for continuing to resist the urge to watch Gloria calmly walk around naked. She looks so casual, so relaxed too.

The two kids showered off the pool chemicals, then John sat down on a bench to wait for Gloria to wash out her hair. Since Gloria was nude for two plus hours, way more than the five minute threshold of the Smartwatch command, she did not remember to get dressed as she gathered her backpack and sat next to John. Gloria fished the medicine out of her bag and gave it to John. As he smoothed it into her back, she picked out a comb and started straightening her hair, but became frustrated when a vexing knot didn’t untangle.

Little John became concerned about that. “Whoa! Whoa! Gloria! Don’t do that. It will only make the knot tighter. Let me try to fix this. I’ve done this a few times for my cousins.”

John reached into Gloria’s hair and by pulling individual hairs this way and that, managed to get most of the knot undone.

“Almost all done. The last few hairs I will have to cut. I have a small nail clipper for that.” After he snipped out the remaining tangle, “Give me the comb and I will finish for you.”

Gloria gave him the comb and he started working. As John moved around, when he was in range of her eyes, he kept his own eyes on her hair. When John went around the back of her head, he took full advantage of his position and looked at her skin everywhere. His favorite view was from behind, over the shoulder, down her breast. Left breast or right, her nipples made his brain boil and fizz. He was barely able to have a conversation with Gloria despite all the distractions, about his plan to join the high school bowling team in a few years.

Not wanting to get “lost” again, he worked at a reasonable pace and returned the comb when the final strands of Gloria’s hare were in place.

Gloria volunteered, “Now let me do you.”

John’s eyes lit up at that dual suggestive meaning.

‘I should have seen that coming,’ she thought. “I mean your HAIR.”

She started working on John’s hair, and they both made an effort to keep the conversation going. The starting point of her work was to get in front of John to pick the best place for the part. John spread his legs, in a typical manspreading fashion, so that Gloria could stand close between them and work on the front of his head. As time passed while she worked, Little John slowly closed up his knees so that they gently touched Gloria’s legs.

Working from the front and combing the top of his head put Gloria’s breasts right up close to John’s nose as she combed. Despite trying his best at keeping their chatter going, Gloria noticed that John stuttered a few times. Finally John can’t stand it any longer.

“Can I look below your neck now?” he begged.

“No.”

Little John could only give a quiet *Sigh*

Gloria knows he will look anyway, and sees his Speedo bump grow. Suddenly she realizes that her new breasts are more than simply a sign of growing up, or things to keep hidden from boys. They also drive boys crazy.

A few seconds later, Gloria sees that John is cheating and his eyes are fixated on her breasts, or more exactly, her nipples. She glances down at his full grown (“I did that!”) Speedo bump and smiled to herself. Excited about her newly discovered power over John, she decides to give him a good show. Gloria “innocently” uses her arms to squeeze her breasts together to force some cleavage. Then several times she brushed her forearm across her breast.

John lost a lot of self control mid-way through her flirting. He reached out and put his hands on her hips to keep her, well mostly himself, steady. Nothing inappropriate in his placement, but they both could feel lines being crossed as they realized this intimate touching will advance them beyond mere acquaintance.

Gloria mostly stayed in front of John while working on his hair, except for one time. She moved around John to work on the back of his head, picked up a spot of dirt on her finger, and planted it on her breast next to her nipple. Moving back in front of John she brushed the dirt away, causing her nipple to stand up. Gloria smiled as John made an audible gasp at that.

Gloria teased, “You’re not looking, are you? I think you’re peeking.”

Little John winced and then rambled, “Last year at this pool, one of the girl’s bikini tops slipped a little. She was walking around showing a tiny slice of the skin-to-nipple color change. Just a tiny slice. I could not stop watching. Could. Not. Stop. She saw me and got angry. Now you’re doing the same thing, only worse.”

Despite her new feelings for John, Gloria was getting annoyed at John. A typical reaction when girls think that boys are taking advantage of them. She looked down at John’s face and saw the look of anguish at his conflicting emotions. Her annoyance was immediately squelched by the ego boost of his attention.

The two kids lost track of time with all their activities, so it was a surprise when Gloria’s father entered the pool complex.

The man barked “What’s going on here? Gloria! You were supposed to be home already and didn’t answer your phone.”

Gloria, half panicked and half embarrassed, jumped up and scrambled to put things away in her backpack.

Little John sprang to attention and stuttered, “Sorry Sir. She was helping me …”

Gloria’s father, Warren, brusquely cut John off. “Save it! I saw enough. Gloria! Let’s go.”

Warren to himself, ‘And what I saw, Gloria gave him a stiffy. At his age, I would have been all over her. He’s either gay or VERY restrained … no, no … with that stiffy he can’t be gay.’

Warren is flustered by what he saw, so they were half way home in the car before he realized that Gloria is still nude.

As Little John watched them leave, he thought to himself, ‘Wow! That’s not the reaction MY father would have had. There would be screaming and yelling and “stay away from my daughter”. Maybe some threats … We must come from different worlds.’

Thursday Night

At home, after dinner, Gloria was naked on the couch again. Knees apart, feet up on the cushions, her brother Robert had once again turned over his TV time to her. And per unspoken agreement, her hand was busy at her crotch as the two brothers watched. Like last night, none of the siblings were paying attention when Mom walked into the living room. Thinking quickly …

Gloria called out, “Mom! I’m getting scratchies down there. Robert was just about to check me out. It happens at school, but goes away when I get in the pool. As long as I’m naked here it doesn’t happen. Maybe it’s my panties. Can I try a day with no panties?”

“Maybe”, mom conceded, “but let’s get you checked out first. Robert, come over here and take a close look. Gloria, hold yourself open. Now Robert, do you see anything in there that looks like dirt? Or something off-color?”

“Yeah, over there.”

“Well, let’s get your fingers clean with an alcohol wipe and get your finger in there to rub it out. Don’t scrape. A true yeast infection will be growing on her tissue as if it has roots and will need medicine.

“Robert, you will need to use your other hand to open Gloria up a bit. She can’t see where you need to go.”

Eddie spoke up with a question. “Mom, what’s that white thing in the middle? It looks like a wet spider web.”

“That is her hymen. DO NOT TRY TO SCRAPE THAT OFF. Girls are born with a bit of tissue that mostly closes an opening to a deeper tunnel. Deeper inside that tunnel will be where her eggs can grow into babies. She’s going to need the help of a boy to tear that hymen open for that to happen.”

Eddie asked with a worried look, “I’m a boy. Will I have to do that?”

Mom reassured him, “No Eddie, that’s ‘boy’ as in ‘boyfriend’. It’s not a job for brothers. Well, I have to go work on the laundry.”

Gloria wanted her question answered first. “Mom! Wait! Can I go to school without panties tomorrow?”

“I think that would be ok. Just be sure to pick out a skirt that is long enough to cover everything. Robert, be sure to look through every fold in there.”

With Eddie peering closely over his shoulder, Robert gently pushed and peeled his way around Gloria’s kitty. Occasionally he pushed his finger in deeper to rub a speck of dirt off the wall of her vagina. She had her head back, eyes closed, and was blissing out. Robert was concentrating too hard to notice, but Eddie heard Gloria’s breathing go irregular with random sharp intakes. Eddie also saw that every time Robert swiped his finger inside Gloria, her vagina walls rippled. ‘It looks like an inside view of a snake trying to swallow.’

Even though Gloria considered it irritatingly invasive that Robert was doing the inspecting, he was making her feel real good. When his attention moved up to the area around her clit, she gasped and quickly grabbed his hand to hold it still.

Robert almost panicked. “What? Did I do it wrong?”

Gloria reassured her brother. “No, just do it more delicately. Yeah, right there. No. Don’t move, stay right there. ‘I wonder if boys feel this good when they jerk off?’ she thought. ‘When Robert does this for me, is this like when he gets a hand job?)’ “You’re going to inspect me every night, right?”

The ever practical Eddie was thinking ahead, “Can I have the remote when you do?”


Friday Afternoon

This afternoon the two decide that it is time to help John with his fear of heights. Gloria takes her school clothes off, neatly folding and packing them into her bag. John goes into the boys’ lockers and returns in his Speedo. As he comes back out, Gloria jumps up off a bench with a big smile. As John smiles back, he cannot believe how his good luck has played out over this week. The vision of a smiling and jiggling naked girl is overwhelming.

Little John wanted Gloria to help him with his own problem today. “Let’s go over to the ladders, we can start with the springboards.”

Gloria skeptically asked, “Those aren’t very high. Are you really afraid of those?”

“Just a little, anything higher than that is a big problem.”

As John walked back and forth the length of the board, Gloria was right with him, keeping John steady.

“OK.” Little John said. “Let's go up the ladder to the 3 meter platform.”

John hesitated at the base of the ladder, not wanting to climb. Gloria bumped him aside and climbed the first two rungs. She looked back at John. “Well, come on!”

Little John squeaked out “I’m afraid.”

“Don’t look down.”

“The ladder goes up. How do I not look down?”

“I’ll go first.” Gloria offered. “You climb right behind me and don’t look down. Watch my butt instead.”

She gently slaps her bottom a few times.

“Does this mean I can look below your neck now?”

“No. But just this once you can watch my ass.”

Little John was a bit unsteady for a second. “Great. I’ll be watching your butt and slip off the ladder. Now I have a fear of falling for ANOTHER reason.”

Gloria joked, “You’ll be done in by Distracted Diving!”

Little John winced. “Ouch! NOW who’s the comedian?”

The two climb up high enough to step on the 3 meter platform when a swimming assistant demands that they get down. “Not allowed to dive without an instructor.”

As John was about to explain that no diving would be involved, Gloria glanced out the pool complex windows. From this height she had a good view of the field next to a parking lot. What catches her eye is Cindy, naked of course. There are three big boys prancing around her, and not in a friendly way. Suddenly there is a distant scream from Cindy, as the three boys grab her, dragging her away.

Gloria instantly drops down the platform ladder, snatches a pen from the assistant, and sprints out the door toward Cindy. John bravely does his best to overcome his phobia and delicately blunders down to the ground as best he can. The assistant tries to grab him for a scolding about rules violations but John twists away, yelling over his shoulder “CALL 911”. then runs after Gloria.

Gloria streaks into the circle of boys in a dead run, slams the heel of one hand up the nose of one. As the second boy tries to grab her she stabs the assistant’s pen through his forearm on her way past, and keeps on running to get away. The three boys scatter as John finally sprints up.

A few minutes later first responders arrive to give Gloria a blanket and take care of Cindy. Forty minutes pass, with witness statements, first aid for the girls, phone calls to parents. Then Gloria’s father arrives and demands to go to her.

About the same time, Gloria tells John “I feel sick.” John urges her “We need to go over to a grassy area.” and helps her stand up. Warren calls out Gloria’s name and hustles toward the two. John waves him off as he guides Gloria to the grass, gets her down on all fours, and turns her to point downhill. Warren, the protective father, does not take this well.

The blanket had dropped off Gloria when she stood up, so what Warren saw was John arranging Gloria on her hands and knees, with her naked ass up in the air pointing toward the crowd. Enraged, Warren hurries over to the pair and tries to assert his parental authority just as Gloria starts puking. He stops short when he sees John has gathered up Gloria’s hair, gently holding it back so it won’t drip into the vomit.

Little John calmly says, “Sir, this is normal. Gloria is crashing out of an adrenalin high. Can you please go and ask for some water?”

Warren barks back at this impudent boy “*I* will stay with Gloria, YOU go ask for water.”

“Some of the first responders know me, they will be more receptive if you ask.”

Gloria gives a dry heave, and gasps “Daddy, water please.”

Temporarily defeated, Warren goes off to get a bottle of water. While he is gone Gloria sits up and leans into John as he grabs the blanket and wraps both of them up together. When Warren comes back with some water he tells the two he will go sign them out.

John is torn between all the feelings he has now. The terror of a violent confrontation, the exhilaration of surviving in good order, getting to hug a cute naked girl as she clings to him for comfort. The two have their arms and legs tangled together as they wait.

Gloria leans forward into John’s arm as a final wave of nausea makes a pass. John’s hand happened to be in just the right place as this movement pressed her breast onto the back of his fingers. Despite the immense happiness that wells up in John, he doesn’t know what to do now. So he does nothing. They both make small movements and John can feel her nipple rub against his fingers.

Gloria suddenly spoke. “It’s not fair.”

Little John asked, “What’s not fair?”

“You can hold my hand to your chest as a sign of support, or affection, or protection. If I hold your hand to my breast, it’s taken to be a sign of sex.”

John knows that the placement of his hand against Gloria’s chest has been “discovered”. The jig is up. With great reluctance John does what he thinks is the Right Thing and slowly withdraws his hand. Gloria feels the fingers slipping away, but quickly whispers “Don’t go. It feels nice.”

John promptly puts his hand back under her breast, and takes full advantage by moving his thumb and fingers all over her nipple, rubbing, giving the gentlest of pulling and squeezes, never stopping. He cannot get enough. This is heaven.

John discovers that the feel of her breast is rubbery, not what he expected at all. Vaguely similar to when he touched some types of flower petals at his grandfather’s house. “Maybe that’s why so many old men get into gardening.”

The spell is broken as Gloria soon starts crying.

Little John wants to give her some comfort. “Gloria, what’s wrong?”

Gloria sobs, “I’ll be expelled.”

Little John is incredulous. “What? Why?”

Gloria has tears flowing now. “For fighting. Did you see? I stabbed that boy in the arm! And not by accident, either. I grabbed that assistant’s pen intending to use it as a weapon. Maybe I’ll even go to jail!”

With pride in his eyes, Little John tells her, “Yeah I saw! It was amazing! Calm down. I know jails, and you aren’t going. You saved Cindy! You’re a hero.”

“But the school has a no fighting rule. Boys have been suspended just for pointing their fingers like a gun. I’m already marked as a trouble maker with all the bullying I’ve done. What I did here, they’ll kick me out.”

Little John did his best to comfort her. “This is different. There was no time to wander around looking for a teacher. You saw Cindy in trouble and rushed right into the middle of danger to save her. You did the right thing, and really are a hero. A super hero.”

Gloria would not accept the role of super hero. “Well, you helped. You came up and chased them away.”

“Naw. It was all you. You rushed toward danger, did maximum damage with what you had, then escaped before they could retaliate. Those boys were already in full retreat before I got there.”

“If you say so. I was too busy to notice. It wasn’t scary at the time, but now … everything could have gone wrong!”

Little John noted, “You’re shaking! The danger is all gone now. You are safe, we’re all safe because of your courage.”

A minute later Little John asked, “Are you OK now?”

Gloria hugged his arm tighter and softly said, “I’m alright here in your arms. Thanks for saving me. And Cindy.”

Little John made an attempt to lighten the mood. “Does that mean I can look below your neck now?”

Gloria poohed him. “Oh, don’t take life so seriously. Yeah, you can look.”

After a few minutes Little John burbles, “Nuts. Now I can’t look.”

“Yeah, it would be awkward to open up this blanket with everyone around. You can look next time you help me swim.”

“It’s worse than that. I don’t want to be THAT kind of boy. I want you to like me more than I want to look.”

“Not a problem. You make me feel good. Just don’t overdo it and embarrass me. Other girls in my class will be SO envious next year when they see I have a High School boyfriend.”

That ‘boyfriend’ word really got John’s attention. He was on Cloud 9 the rest of the night.

As things wind up, Gloria stands and wobbles as she clings to John for the walk to her car. Warren met them along the way. “Oh! Dad wait! We didn’t put medicine on my back.”

Gloria casually and without a care for anyone around her, dropped the blanket from her shoulders, dipped into her gym bag and brought out the medicine. Standing topless and holding the blanket at waist high, her ladyparts frequently became uncovered as the fabric fluttered in the slight breeze.

Little John reminds her, “Gloria, we didn’t go in the water today, so the medicine was never washed off.”

Warren wants to know who her hero is. “Gloria, can you introduce me to your friend? We need to thank him for his help.”

“Sure dad. Dad, this is … OMG, I don’t know your name!”

John smiles as he stands straight, “I am known as ‘Little John’.”

Gloria is surprised. “‘Little’? You’re not so little. How did you get tagged with that?”

“My uncle is known as ‘Big John’.”

Warren asked, “And what does Big John do for a living?”

“By day he’s a repo man. By night he is a bouncer and sometimes enforcer for various clients.”

Warren is a bit suspicious at that. “Heh. ‘Clients’, huh? Really? Is that why first responders know you?”

Warren didn’t really expect an answer, so a few seconds later he motioned for Gloria to accompany him back to their car. Little John looked wistfully after them, disappointed that Gloria had wrapped the towel tightly around her shoulders and blocked his view of her swaying ass. Suddenly she turned around and hustled back to Little John. With a corner of her blanket in each hand, Gloria opened up her arms stepping up next to John. Wrapping the blanket around them both, she gave Little John a naked hug saying “Thank you, John … for being my friend.”

Little John hugged her back. Fortunately this was all too fast for him to grow a Speedo bump that Mr Kenders might see. Still, ever the obsessive one, as Gloria put her cheek on his, John took close notice of the peach skin smoothness of her face, the little hairs on her forehead, her eyebrows, and everything else he could take in.

Two seconds later it was over as Gloria ran back to her surprised father and the ride home. When Little John recovered from the flood of joy he just went through he thought, “Hot damn. Let’s do that again.”

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