W Stripped in Publix

Stripped For Florida: W Stripped in Publix

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STRIPPED FOR FLORIDA
W STRIPPED IN PUBLIX

"Honey, hurry up and take off your clothes -- I've got to get this laundry started right now!"

"But, mom, I don't have anything to wear."

"You'll just have to wait while I do the wash. You'll get your stuff back as soon as it's dry."

"I can't just sit here naked."

"You certainly can and you don't have anything to be ashamed of. You have a perfectly fine body. Plus, it isn't as if I haven't seen you naked before. I gave birth to you, and believe me, you didn't arrive with those dirty clothes on." She laughed out loud.

Reluctantly he handed over one item after another and stood naked in the laundry room.

"Run off and play -- these will be done soon."

He didn't move. His mother went into the kitchen to check on what to make for dinner.

"Oh, no, I thought I had an extra container of chicken in the freezer. We don't have enough for tonight. Hop in the car, we have to go get some chicken from the store."

"But, mom, I'm naked!!!! What did you do with all my clothes, anyway?"

"I told you, I gave them all to Goodwill. They didn't fit and, besides, you don't really need all those clothes. Now, get in the car. If you're too embarrassed maybe I'll let you stay in the car while I run in."

"I'll just stay home by myself."

"You will do no such thing. In the car, now."

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"Don't move! I'll be back in a jiff." His mother strode across the parking lot of Publix.

"Hey, look, is that Williard's mom? Where's Williard -- let's go talk to him. He's so cute, but don't you dare tell him I said so."

"There's his car. I see his head. What's he doing, hiding from us?"

"Hey, Williard, I know you're in there! I already saw you. Come on, just open the window so we can talk to you."

"Oh, I see him. He's hiding in back. OMG, he's naked!"

"Wow, do you think his mom stripped him? He was wearing clothes at school today."

"Maybe . . . "

"That would be so cool. Just think, getting to see him naked every day. Dreamy!"

"Girl, you got it bad!"

"What if I do?!"

"Williard, open that window right this minute or I'm going to go tell your mom how rude you are. Besides, we can see you're stripped so you're not really hiding anything."

The boy looked up from behind the back seat and looked at the two girls.

"Alright, I'm opening the window." He moved forward, trying his best to hide his naked body and lowered the window just a bit.

"Hey, Williard, how are you? I didn't know you got stripped! It must have just happened because you weren't naked in school today."

"I'm not stripped. My mom's just doing laundry."

"What! She keeps you naked while she washes your clothes! That is so funny. She might as well strip you and get it over with."

"She is not stripping me. Look, you wanted to talk to me. Is this what you wanted to talk about?"

"Well, it isn't a bad topic. But, if you want to discuss something else, maybe we could think up something new."

"That would be fine with me."

"Alright, so what's your opinion of the new pills for boys?"

This is an even worse topic of conversation, he thought. "I dunno," he shrugged.

"You have no opinion?"

"I don't care what boys look like; what do you think I am?"

"Look like! What about feel like? What do you think it would feel like to be on those pills all the time?"

"I told you, I'm not getting stripped."

"I don't think it's entirely up to you."

"Oh, hello girls. I see you've found Williard."

"Oh, yes, Ms. Terrell. He looks so cute now that he's been stripped."

"I haven't actually stripped him officially, yet, but I'm glad to hear the positive feedback."

"Definitely a positive response, Ms. T, if you want my opinion. We were just discussing the new boy pills with him. He says he's not at all concerned about them."

"Really? I'm surprised to hear that."

"Mom, I didn't say that."

"You distinctly said you didn't care what boys looked like -- and we all know the pills have a big impact on looks." The girls giggled.

"I was just going to take him in now. Would you girls like to be witnesses?"

"Us? Okay."

"I'd love to Ms. T."

Ms. Terrell unlocked the door from outside, placed her groceries on the front seat and opened the back door. "Hop out W. We're going inside for a few minutes."

"Mom, I'm naked."

Everyone laughed. "Yes, that's quite obvious. Well, the girls have certainly seen everything you've got, so there's no reason to keep hiding in the car. I'm losing patience W. I need to get dinner started before everyone else gets home. Tell you what: come in the store cooperatively and you can invite Jasmine and Brandie over tonight. I'll buy extra and we can have a feast."

"I don't want to come in the store and I don't want to invite them over."

"W! I'm shocked. That is very rude. Just for that you're getting an extra punishment from me when we get home. Step out of there right now or I'll double the punishment."

W stepped out of the car, glancing nervously at the girls. It was true that they'd now seen his entire body. They walked across the parking lot. He was acutely aware of the air blowing across his body, particularly the new sensation of breeze blowing across the sensitive skin of his balls. His penis bobbed up and down. Was that normal? Were boys supposed to stick out like that? Or was the penis supposed to hang down? Or stick up? Why was a penis such a weird appendage, anyway?

The girls were chatting with his mother and giggling. "It will look so cool when it's up all the time. It is the best fashion for boys ever!"

They stepped into the store and went to the customer service counter. W looked around with embarrassment in spite of the fact that he was not the only naked boy in the store. Florida's new stripping laws had already been used on a number of boys and girls -- that was clear from looking down the aisles. It's just that he wasn't intending to be one of them! The AC felt cold on his skin, still wet from perspiration from the blazing sun outside. He felt his balls pulling up tighter toward his body and hoped the girls didn't notice the shrinking effect of the cold.

"One Quick Strip and an extra bottle of pills," he heard his mother say to the clerk.

"You'll need your ID and his, ma'am. Scan them into here and sign the digital permission form. I'll pull the pills for you. You get a free bottle -- you want the extra one, too?"

"Yes, please." His mother scanned the cards.

"Here you are, ma'am. Do you know how to apply this? Just place it right behind the left ear and leave it for five minutes. That's all there is to it. These are the newly developed pills. The dose is one pill per 12 hours. You can just do the one dose for half day effectiveness, but it is completely safe to use full time. Is there anything else I can help you with today?"

"Congratulations W."

"What?!" Williard had been paying too much attention to the sensations of the AC, the nerve endings on his body, the sight of other naked children in the store.

"You're stripped, W, you're stripped."

"It's so cool," blurted out J. She blushed a little. "I think it's wonderful."

"You stripped me, mom?"

"Well, you are standing here naked in the middle of Publix, you have next to nothing to wear at home, and you're a very good looking young man, if I may say so myself."

The girls giggled.

"The only thing left to do is get you started on these pills."

(The End)