Nalini

Stripped For Florida: Nalini

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NALINI
by Willie B. Florida, all rights reserved

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"Nalini, please come here," called her mother.

The 13-year old ran into her mother's room. Gold chains, anklets, bells and other ornaments lay strewn across her mother's bed.

Nalini gasped, "Mommy, what's all that?"

"Yes, darling, that is why I am calling you. Believe it or not, all this is for you."

"For me? What am I going to do with all that jewelry -- I'm only a little girl!"

"Not so little anymore. You are growing. But that's not why you're going to have this. Let me show you." Nalini's mother reached over and began undressing her daughter. Nalini was used to her mother's dominance. She was regularly undressed for her bath, or to take measurements for a new dance outfit, or so her mother could rub sandalwood paste or some other ointment into her skin. So, she did not protest while her mother slipped her blouse over her head, skinned her jeans down her legs and asked Nalini to step one leg at a time out of her panties. Nalini stood there naked waiting for her mother's instructions. Her brown skin was flawless, no doubt due to the weekly rub downs with sandalwood and Ayurvedic herbs. Small beginnings of breasts budded out on her chest and the beginnings of widening hip bones meant that the girl was no longer as straight waisted and skinny as she had been for years. Since the age of 7 Nalini had trained in classical Indian dance, Bharatnatyam, and was one of the stars of Orlando's Indian dance troupe. In addition to her mother's dominant ways at home, she was used to changing outfits backstage -- elaborate costumes that required a team of helping women to adjust and pin and sometimes even sew the different parts in place. As a result, in the context of her mother's bedroom or the women's changing rooms in theatres, Nalini had no compunction about showing her body off, naked or clothed.

Her mother lifted a strand of gold from the bed. The piece was intricately woven from 20 karate gold wire. The wide mesh created a webbing from the ends of which hung small golden bells. She placed the piece across Nalini's abdomen and fastened it in the back. The fit was perfect so that the gold hung across Nalini's newly formed hips. The bells hung down across the front of her thighs, pubic mound and the puffed lips of her labia. Anklet bracelets were next. Not the small ones that babies or little girls wear, but the special kind that dancers wear.

"Stamp your feet," commanded her mother. Nalini was used to the sound of bells when dancers moved in rhythm, but she had never worn anything but silver. She moved with a few dance steps and delighted in the clarity of the golden bells. She danced a few more steps, listening to the ring of the bells on her waist girdle as she moved her hips.

"These sound so much nicer than the silver bells, mommy! And I never had the hip ones before."

"Exactly. You are a wonderful dancer, now you will sound like one, too!"

Her mother slipped thin golden bangles onto the girl's wrists and fastened a thicker bracelet with more bells around her lower arm. Long woven ropes of gold went around the girl's neck. New gold earrings were slipped through her pierced ears. Each earring was like a small ceremonial umbrella with real bells dangling all around. Nalini wagged her head back and forth and listened to the small tinkling in her ears. A delicate jeweled ring went through her pierced nose. A headpiece dangled gold tassels that set off her shiny black hair. Finally her mother reached down and put gold rings on the little girl's toes.

"Now look!" exclaimed her mother, guiding Nalini to the full length mirror on the door.

Nalini just stared, unable to believe she was looking at a reflection of herself. She looked like a movie star, or, a model, or, that was it!

"I look like the stone sculptures of dancers, like we saw at the temple near Bangalore!" she exclaimed. "Except, this is real gold!"

"And you are a real girl, not made of stone. And you can actually dance, not just stand frozen in place for centuries," corrected her mother.

"Oh, mommy, I love it. Is it really all for me?" cried Nalini.

"It is. Yes it is. I am glad you love it, because it also comes with a new change in your life."

"What's that, mommy?"

"Your father and I made a big investment in this jewelry because we think you really can be a great dancer -- even greater than you are now. There are auditions next week for a new Florida dance troupe. They will pick the best Bharatnatyam dancers in the state. The troupe will travel internationally and all expenses will be paid as well as a continuation of your training by the best teachers in the world. Are you interested?"

"But of course!" gasped Nalini. How could she not be? She loved to dance, more than anything.

"In that case, you are now a stripped girl," announced her mother, placing a small bandaid behind Nalini's left ear. "The only clothing you will be allowed to wear is the jewelry you have on now, with one addition."

"What? You stripped me right this minute?"

"You said you wanted to audition? The troupe is for stripped girls and boys, only. No clothes allowed even for the audition. So, you must be stripped even to try out."

"But, what if I don't make it? Then I'll be naked for no reason!"

"Oh, of course you will make it. Don't be foolish!" her mother dismissed Nalini's worry with a wave of her hand.

Nalini looked down at the beautiful ensemble. She had to admit it looked good against her brown skin. She wondered what she would be wearing when she wasn't dancing. After all, she couldn't go everywhere with this much gold. She'd be mugged the first time she went out! She heard the door to the house close and a couple of minutes later her father came into the bedroom.

Nalini looked up embarrassed.

"Oh, my girl looks like a goddess," he said with admiration. He leaned down and kissed her hair. "So, is it done?" he asked her mother.

"She is stripped and will go for the audition."

"Excellent. You have all the jewelry?" he asked. Nalini nodded. To her surprise her father lifted a piece of the hip girdle and ran his finger over her genitals. Before she could even react he said, "I see you haven't gotten the last piece put in yet. Shall we go now before tea time?"

"Yes, yes," replied her mother, "but let her take these things off first. This gold is worth a small fortune!"

One by one her mother removed each piece of gold jewelry leaving Nalini feeling extremely bare. Her father took her hand and walked her out to the car. Nalini looked around nervously and darted to get in, only to find the door locked.

"Relax," laughed her dad, "you will be like this all the time now, you know!"

Nalini hugged the side of the car, still unable to imagine she would be comfortable standing naked in the street. What if her neighbors were to see her?

Her dad unlocked the car, let her in the back seat, and he and mother sat in front. Nobody said anything during the short drive to a small strip of stores along the OBT. When her dad came round and opened her door, Nalini looked back and forth nervously. Hundreds of cars streamed up and down the busy thoroughfare, but there didn't seem to be anyone on foot that she would have to come into contact with face to face. She got out and stayed glued to her father's side as they walked to the entrance of a small shop.

"Good afternoon, Sir, Ma'am, and to you, miss," said a young lady behind the counter. Nalini breathed a sigh of relief that it was a woman, but suddenly realized she had no idea what they were doing here. A vague snippet of conversation crossed her memory. Something about one last piece of jewelry? Her father had run his finger up her slit and the exact words had been blanked out in the sensation. She felt an unexpected warmth inside at the memory. She looked about nervously. Her father and mother were busy at the counter, so she wandered down the first aisle and started looking at the shiny gold and silver items on display. She couldn't figure out what kind of jewelry she was viewing. The rings were too big for anyone's fingers or toes, but too bulky and hefty looking to be baby bangles. Surely nobody else had wrists small enough!

"Nalini, over here," called her mother.

Nalini turned and followed her parents to a small room. For some reason a large window overlooked the parking lot, but since no one was visible outside Nalini tried to relax.

"I understand your name is Nalini?" inquired the young woman who worked at the store. "That's a beautiful name." Nalini smiled a bit, unsure how to take the compliment. "I want you to sit up here on this chair. Don't worry, it only looks like a dentist's chair. No drills, I promise!" The woman smiled at her own humor. Nalini looked around suspiciously. Seeing the equipment on the countertop she relaxed somewhat. It looked like a piercing gun. Maybe her parents were getting her one more earring for each ear? That would not be so bad.

"Are you getting me more earrings?" Nalini asked.

"Oh, you want another set?" asked her mother, "What do you think?" she asked, turning to her father, who shrugged.

"Okay! You want to select them now?"

Nalini was confused. How were they getting more earrings if they hadn't chosen them?

"I suggest we put studs in the new piercings now and she can select earrings at her leisure," said the clerk.

"Ah, yes, good idea," responded her mother.

The woman swabbed both of Nalini's ears with disinfectant. "Honey, open up down here, please," asked the clerk, nudging the girl's thighs. Without thinking Nalini responded. The clerk picked up the piercing gun and reached down between Nalini's legs and with a quick pull of the trigger sent a sharp pain through the girl's pelvic area. Nalini let out a sharp yelp. Before she could do more the clerk popped a stud through her left ear and immediately picked up a third piercing gun and did the other ear.

Nalini was speechless, not knowing what had just happened.

"Want to look?" asked the lady, holding a round mirror near Nalini's lap. The girl looked down and saw the reflection of a beautiful dark gold ring peeking out from her vaginal area. She'd been pierced on her clitoris? God, no wonder it hurt! Were you even supposed to do that? She started to cry in spite of her best efforts to control herself.

"Oh, honey, its beautiful. You don't need to cry." The shop woman seemed genuinely worried.

"But," sobbed Nalini, "will it be alright, I mean, my . . . are you even supposed to pierce that?"

"Oh, darling. I thought you knew. We put a little ring through a small flap called your clitoral hood. In just about a minute it won't sting anymore. After that it will start to feel really delicious. I promise! Lots of girls have them."

Nalini's mom beamed. "Now you have the complete ensemble, baby. All the jewelry for dancing!"

They spent a while in the store while Nalini picked out new earrings to go with her new ear piercings. Sure enough the ring started to feel nice, nestled down in her labia. She squirmed her hips wishing there were something inside her. She nearly blushed at the thought. Preoccupied with new jewelry she wandered out of the store and only after they were in the car did she remember that she was supposed to be embarrassed about being naked in public.

"Mom, do I have to go to school tomorrow?"

"Of course, what do you think? Now you are a famous dancer you can fail out of school?"

"No, not that. I'm just not used to being naked yet and all my classmates will see me."

"You're not the only one in school stripped, I'm sure of that." remarked her father.

"Yeah, but that's them. Now it's me!"

"You'll get used to it soon enough."

Her father drove her to school, and as usual gave her a kiss before opening the door. She hesitated, took a deep breath and got out. "Good-bye dad."

"Have a good day!" he called.

Nalini stood outside waiting for the world to come to an end, but no one paid any attention. There were plenty of kids stripped in Florida, in Orlando, at her school. Nalini had never thought she would be one of them, coming from a strict Indian family, but obviously no one else thought it was worth a second glance.

"Nalini, you're stripped!" came a voice from behind her. Correction: not worth a second glance except from Arjun. He was a nerdy boy with thick glasses and worse yet, distantly related through second cousins and marriage to her father's family. That meant his family was friends with her family, that they were potentially marriageable, and that Arjun was constantly plaguing her.

"I'm surprised you can see anything through those lenses, Arjun," she remarked. "Perhaps i'll have to speak to Auntie about your prospects for getting stripped as well." And with that somewhat lame retort Nalini began her first day in public as a stripped girl.

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