|What a day I had yesterday! I’m so sorry I posted my entry without telling you how the body painting turned out! I’ll tell you now, if you’re interested. So after Taylor and Liz got their robes, I kind of expected a robe myself, but there weren’t any left, so I had to stay naked until my painting. All my classmates knew about the body painting, and so they understood why the three of us were mostly naked, and they felt bad for me that they ran out of robes. My teachers, too, did their best to make me feel comfortable without any clothes. For example, they didn’t make me stand up or go to the front of the room. For the most part, I sat with my legs crossed, and people pretty much forgot I was naked.
After second period, I saw Taylor’s paint job. She picked white as the color of her top, and bright red for her shorts, but otherwise, it was just like the girl in the brochure. Someone asked her to bend over to show us the extent of the coverage, and she was proud to show us how the paint covered her butt down past her asshole. I was so happy for her, and I couldn’t wait for my paint job.
After third period, I saw Liz, and her paint job was even cuter. Her robe was light blue and semi-sheer, letting just a little of the color of her nipples show through. Both her breasts were covered, but her robe was made to look as if it were open, blowing in an imaginary breeze. One side of the robe just barely covered her pussy, so that her pussy crack was extended up her body to become the edge of the robe! There was an imaginary slit up the back of the robe that exactly coincided with her butt crack. It was an amazing job! I was most impressed by the way her pussy crack and butt crack were both used as part of the final design. I kissed her, and told her how impressed I was with her design.
I was so glad it was my turn, because I was dreading going to yet another class naked — especially Conversational French, which was my fourth period class. The teacher had all kinds of ideas about interacting better with one another, and did away with desks and chairs. She expected us to sit cross-legged on mats, which she had arranged on the floor for us. This class was the main reason most of us girls wore panties. Once in a while, one of us would wear a skirt, and forget to wear panties. We would sit with our legs up, instead of cross-legged, and hope it wasn’t too obvious. But today, there would be nothing I could do to save myself. Being naked, I would just have to sit there with my legs spread apart, and just hope the boys would find something to look at besides my pussy.
So, like I said, I went to the gym instead of French class, to see the artist. He was so delighted to see me. He said I would make a delightful canvas, and that my butt was so pretty, he would make my singlet even shorter than he had originally planned. I gulped, because I was hoping to be more or less fully covered. He told me not to worry, that everthing would be fine. He promised I would be happy with the job when he was done. “OK,” I said, still wondering why I let myself get roped into this, but also glad I would finally get some “clothing”. I raised my arms, and let him get to work.
I spread my legs when he told me to spread them. I bent over when he told me to bend over. I could feel the cool paint against my skin as he applied it. Little by little I felt less naked. Finally, he used a blow dryer to dry the paint, and then he said “voila!” and pronounced me complete. He brought me to the mirror, and I was shocked!
“No, no,” I said. My shirt was at least an inch short of the top of my pussy, and one of my breasts was completely bare — the strap appeared to be sliding off it!
“What’s the matter?” he said. He looked hurt that I wasn’t happy.
“Well, it’s very pretty,” I said, not wanting to hurt his feelings any more than I had already done, “but I’m still kind of, well…” I didn’t want to tell him that I still felt naked, but the truth was that I did.
“I can fix it,” he said. He brought me back to the painting mat, and carefully painted some additional strokes, just below my shirt. Then he dried them, and brought me back to the mirror.
It was a big difference: he added a shadow below the shirt. This made it look as if the shirt were a lot bulkier, even though it was even thinner than the thinnest clothing! The shadow seemed to hide my pussy just a little. My pussy was still not covered very much, but it was enough for me to take a breath, and tell him I liked the job. I turned around and saw the shirt was hiked up in the back, barely covering my tailbone. Well, it was certainly sexy, I’ll give him that!
“No washing,” he said, “for seven days.”
“When you pee, spread your lips, so they don’t get wet.”
I nodded again.
“After you poop,” he said, “you can wipe, but be gentle. Be careful.”
I kept nodding.
“Absolutely no clothes for seven days.” He was firm. “Not even panties. Not even a skirt. You are to remain absolutely naked, except for your paint. When you make love,” he continued, “make sure he comes inside you, and then stand up right away, so if anything drips, it goes down your legs, and not onto the paint, do you understand?”
“I can have sex?”
“Of course! But if you use the back door, you should use just enough lubricant, not too much, OK?”
I hesitated before nodding, so he put a little K-Y on his finger, and rubbed it against my asshole, gently inserting his finger. “Like this,” he said, “no more.”
It felt so good, I kissed him, and spread my legs as he continued to massage my asshole. “OK,” I laughed. He had a kind, gentle touch.
My outfit was a little sexier than I had bargained for, but I liked it nonetheless. My apprehension was eased when my classmates told me again and again how much they liked it, and how much they admired my courage to wear just paint as clothing. Everyone noticed that one of my straps appeared to have slipped, revealing one of my nipples, and that was good in a way, because it attracted attention away from my exposed pussy and butt.
The scariest part of my day was facing my parents. For some reason, it wasn’t the fact I was wearing body paint, or even that the outfit looked so short that scared me. It was that breast, hanging out for all to see, that scared me the most. So I was relieved when my mom took me by the shoulders and told me how cute I looked. I told her I would be wearing this outfit night and day for the next seven days. I was worried she would be mad, but she seemed delighted. Then, when my dad came home, and saw my little titty, he looked at mom, who smiled at him, and then at me. It was my mom’s pride in me, and my choice, that made my dad agree that I had made a good, albiet bold, choice, which he was willing to support.
What a relief!
Of course, my little brother brought all his friends over to see me, and I pretended not to be shy or embarrassed (even though I was). And they all professed to like my outfit, which made me smile.
When it was time for bed, I felt odd, because there was nothing to take off. And then, this morning, I felt even odder, because there was nothing to put on. I just brushed my teeth and my hair, and I was ready for the day.
When I got to school this morning, I was happy to learn that my paint job earned me an automatic four points, keeping me way out of the doghouse! I guess this is the silver lining for having such a skimpy paint job. Taylor’s “top and shorts” only earned her two points, and Liz only got three for her “robe”. After the points were tallied today, the three of us were tied with the most points — 13 points. Kathy, Emmy, Hanna and Mandy were in the doghouse with three or four points each.
Here’s the Pretty Girl of the Day. I love her dimples!