Casey braced herself for the inevitable honking from cars as she put her backpack on and mounted her bike for the trip to Tech. She still felt all wrong heading outside of the house totally nude and kept thinking she’d forgotten something, like maybe she’d left the iron on. Of course, the only time she needed an iron these days was to iron Jolene’s clothes. Casey didn’t even own clothes anymore. Her bedroom closet was completely devoid of clothing, not even any underwear. It was now just a place to keep her dildo collection and the damned baseball bat she was supposed to fit into her vagina one day.
After her run and shower she checked with the Dean’s office to let them know she would like to do the newspaper interview. There were only a few students about as she made her way there through the halls but she still felt conspicuous as the breeze touched her bare skin while she walked.
She found the Dean’s PA at her desk.
“Hi Leanne,” Casey greeted.
“Casey, what can I do for you?” Leanne replied.
“Um… I think I’d like to do that interview with the Gazette after all. Is that still ok?”
“Yes, sure. What time would suit you?”
“Well I have a spare period tomorrow morning after morning tea. Would that be too soon?”
“Um… I don’t think so. I’ll have to check first though. I’ll send you a text if it’s a problem.”
“The Dean said you wanted to be there as well?” Casey asked.
“Yes, that’s right,” Leanne replied. Then she glanced around and stood up to look out the window before looking back at Casey. “Look, just between you and me, she’s seriously unhappy about you being a nudist. She only wants you to do the interview as publicity for the school but she’ll have a serious melt-down if anything gets said that doesn’t paint the school or the students in a positive light. That’s why she wants me there.”
“I understand, and hopefully that won’t be a problem.” Casey assured.
“No… well I know the reporter and she’s usually ok. I’ll just step in and stop it if she starts asking the wrong questions. You might just still need to be careful how you answer some of them.”
“No worries. Understood. Ok, well I better start making my way to class if that’s all?” Casey asked.
“Yes, that should all be fine unless you hear otherwise from me. Have a good day now. I’ll see you around morning tea time tomorrow.”
“Ok thanks. Yes, see you again then.”
Casey didn’t like this. She didn’t like being nude and she definitely didn’t like being noticed. Becoming famous for being nude was possibly her worst nightmare, assuming she could ever have considered such a scenario or could have ever imagined it might be a possibility in her life.
As she made her way to class there were now a lot more students about, but to her great relief few of them looked up at her as she passed. Perhaps at last she was becoming old news? She could only hope.
“Hey Casey-girl! How you doin’?”
It was Cassandra going past in the opposite direction holding her fist out. Casey was still uncertain taksim escort where Cassandra stood in all of this. She did appear to be being unusually nice since the party on Friday night but you could never be certain with Cassandra. She returned the fist-bump just the same.
“I gotta get to class right now but maybe we get together sometime soon?” Cassandra asked.
“Um… ok. I guess. Sure…” Casey replied, still not sure about her.
“Ok, laters!”
“See ya’.”
After that and through her next class it was ‘situation normal – just another naked day in college’ until she made her way to the cafeteria at lunchtime. She was almost there when she heard her name being called from behind her.
“Casey?”
“Yes?” Casey replied, turning to see a girl she knew was a fresher approaching her.
“Um… My name’s Karen and I just wanted to thank you for what you’re doing. You’ve changed my life.”
“Oh?”
“I’m like you down there,” she said with an embarrassed nod to Casey’s crotch. “I thought there was something wrong with me until I saw you. I don’t think I’d ever have the courage to become a nudist but I’m glad you did. If I hadn’t seen there was someone else like me, and with no hang-ups about it, I probably would have gone my whole life without letting a boy see me or touch me. Now I feel like I’ll be ok.”
“Oh ok…”
Casey wasn’t sure how to respond to that but she was quite moved by Karen’s words. She had apparently changed a life, unintentionally sure, but that was probably the first positive thing that had come out of any of this. She knew how embarrassed she was about her own anatomy. How much comfort could it have been if she had known there was someone else just like her all along?
After they bid each other farewell, Casey started wondering how many more girls out there might have protruding inner labia and how many of them had the same hang-up about it.
Greg had some football stuff on at lunch so she got her meal and then sat down alone in the cafeteria and started Googling. What she read at first surprised her and then it made her angry.
She learnt that there were nine types of female genitalia and all except for two had visible labia minora in some form. The most common of all types had protruding or dangly bits just like hers! In fact, the LEAST common was the smooth “Barbie vagina”, yet everyone regarded it as the normal one and what a woman “should” look like. Why was this so?
The first possibility was that prior to puberty most vaginas looked pretty much the same. Once puberty began, the labia minora started growing and changing shape, so by adulthood there were lots of different shapes and sizes, and they were all normal! The next problem was that few adult women ever got to see another adult woman’s vulva, or at least enough to make an educated judgement. Men and boys were at a similar disadvantage.
What most people did get to see though was classic art and soft core porn, both of which had been shaped etiler escort by the patriarchy. Greek statues and renaissance art never showed the vulva, not even so much as a crease, yet penises were literally everywhere. Female sexuality was considered too vulgar, too obscene. It needed to be hidden away and covered. Erased from existence. Yet male sexuality was displayed openly and proudly.
The trend continued into modern times where protruding labia was considered too graphic to pass the censor. The patriarchy had taken the natural female form and called it an obscenity! Soft core porn producers digitally altered vulvas to “heal them to a single crease” to get around the restrictions, so the “Barbie vagina” became the only vagina most people ever saw. Even women working in hard core porn were cast because they had such anatomies naturally, not to pass censorship restrictions, but because they looked like what it was considered a woman should look like. If they didn’t, they soon went under the knife to make it so just so they could get the work.
The result of all that social conditioning was now every year thousands of girls around the world, some as young as fifteen, were having cosmetic surgery to trim their labia because of insecurities about what they thought their bodies should look like. It was mind-boggling.
Casey put her phone down and stared up at the wall with tears of rage in her eyes. The patriarchy had done this. They had tried to erase female sexuality. They had shamed and humiliated women into submission. They had taken natural female bodies and turned them into something obscene that should be hidden away, and all for the sake of fear and control. This shit just wouldn’t do.
As she went to class she found herself walking angrily and unashamed. She had found a meaningful purpose to her nudity and it was an empowering one. She was even glad now that she had no pubic hair. “Let them see me,” she decided. “Let them see all of me!”
She and women everywhere had been fooled by a fake belief system held up by centuries of ignorance, fear and hate. It was time that shit got turned around and the foolers became the fooled instead. If those motherfuckers were happy to pay money to see her then she was going to take every fucking cent they had and show them one “obscene” vagina they would only ever have in their dreams! For everyone else, well they got to see what a real woman looked like in all of her sensual, sexual glory.
Later as she practised her pussy stretching in front of Jolene again, she tried harder than she ever had before to get the baseball bat in and then burst into tears when she was once again unsuccessful.
“It’s ok Casey,” Jolene said trying to console her. “You’ll get it one day. I know you will.”
“Damn right I will,” Casey thought to herself.
As she went to wash the baby oil off, she looked at herself in the bathroom mirror.
She looked at her breasts and squeezed them a little. Small as they were, they were hers and they were besiktaş escort normal. Her nipples were normal, the shape was normal and they were exactly the size they were supposed to be. For her. She gave her nipples a gentle pinch and let her eyes travel down her body.
It was a good body, a fit body, and so far it had served her well. Perhaps Cassandra was right when she said she had nothing to be ashamed of?
She twisted around so she could see the butt-plug. She had a great ass and maybe the butt-plug looked kind of cute? She was starting to get used to it being there now she thought.
She took in her pussy. Sure the lack of public hair wasn’t normal, but everything else she now knew was, so maybe her lack of pubic hair was a good thing? Maybe giving people the opportunity to see what women actually looked like under the hair was necessary? Maybe it was even sexy having no pubes and “beef curtains”? She took one in each hand and stretched them down. They could stretch a surprisingly long way. It gave her an idea.
She went to her bedroom and opened her closet to reveal the full length mirror inside the door. Then she hunted around in the box for the set of nipple clamps Jolene had recently bought for her but she was yet to use. Ahah! Found them! Then she attached one to each of her pussy lips and looked in the mirror. The weight of the chain pulled on them slightly which made them hang more than usual. It wasn’t an unpleasant sensation either. What would more weight be like? What could she use? The gym!
She took the clamps off and went to the gym set Jolene had set up in in a spare room but almost never used. She gathered up a four small 1kg weight plates and took them back to her room, then threaded one onto the chain and clipped it back onto her pussy lips. Now they were really hanging, but could she take more?
She decided to find out and threaded the other three onto the chain. She rested the weights on her bed and squatted as she clipped the chain back on, and then stood up holding onto the chain with one hand. Then she slowly lowered it and let it go as her pussy lips took the weight. She could really feel it dragging on her now. She kept her legs apart and waddled around to face the mirror to see what it looked like. OMG! They were really long now, much longer than she would have ever expected. She moved her hips back and forth and watched as the mass swayed between her legs.
Then she looked up at her face. She was shocked as she took in her whole form. Naked, blonde and with weights attached to her labia. This was a different Casey. One she didn’t know yet. She reached between her legs and put a finger into her vagina while looking straight into her own eyes. She made a few sex faces just to see what she looked like doing them and then realised she was getting quite wet. She started masturbating with increased vigour while letting the weights between her legs swing, all the while staring at her face in the mirror. As the orgasm came she forced herself to keep her eyes open so she could continue watching her face in the throes of ecstasy. It was a curious sensation, like she was making her reflection her bitch but also forcing herself to see her as she really was now.
Later she repeated the performance for the webcam but with the Lush inside her at the same time. There were a lot of tips.