My summer, by Donna, part 1 (archives)

Hi, everyone, I know it’s been a while, so I just wanted to post a short story using Dick’s userid (I hope that’s ok)…

Well, I’ve survived two years at the College, and by May, I had almost forgotten what it’s like to wear panties.  When we were all packing to go home, it was hot, and the College had decided to turn off the air conditioning in our dorm.  So we all stripped down to the barest essentials.  Normally, in that situation, I would have simply worn a pair of panties, but for whatever reason, all my panties had disappeared during the year, and I never bothered to buy more.  So I settled for wearing a cute little belly shirt, just so I wouldn’t be completely naked.

When I was all done packing, I hugged all my dorm-mates goodbye, letting them goose me, but playfully swatting their hands away if they reached under my shirt.  Feeling delightfully slippery between my legs, I turned to head out the door.

Suddenly, I remembered I was bottomless.  I looked at my boxes and suitcases, so nicely packed, and decided it wasn’t worth unpacking them to find a skirt or dress to wear.  I would be driving my car, anyway, and so it was fortuitous that I had a top on.  Only the truck drivers would be able to see I wasn’t fully clothed.  So I got some of my dorm mates to help me put everything in my car, and off I went.

It was so nice to have the wind in my hair, and to be heading home.  Ding!  Oh, crap.  The “empty” light went on.  I pulled into the gas station, and considered my options.  It was busy, so there was no hope of modesty.  In every option, I would be getting out of the car half naked.  As dedicated readers of this blog already know, I’m really shy about showing my pussy in public, so I decided to slip my arms out of the straps and pull my shirt down over my waist.  Then, at least I would only be topless.  It was really hot, so I guessed people would say it was OK.  Not wanting to make two trips into the building, I just took a 20 out of my purse, and headed into the building, holding my little top in place around my waist.

“Stop!” said the clerk.  I was so surprised, I must have lost my grip on my clothes.  The next thing I know, my little top is around my ankles, and I see myself on TV.  “No shirt, no shoes, no service, can’t you read?”

“Sorry,” I said.  I stepped out of the puddle of clothing on the floor, and daintily donned my shirt again.

“That’s better,” said the clerk.  “Much better.”  He even smiled.

“I’m up here,” I said, pointing to my face.  The clerk slowly looked up at my eyes.  “Twenty dollars on pump 3,” I said.  I handed him the 20, and turned to go, feeling his grubby little eyes glaring at my butthole.  I don’t know if was the wardrobe failure or just the way he was watching me, but I was really wet.  I honestly had to resist the urge to play with my hood ornament right there in the store.  Something to do on the drive home, I thought.

I pumped the gas, and set off again.  The cruise control let me take my feet off the pedals and relax.  I scooted my bare bottom forward in the seat and rotated my pelvis, letting my legs fall to the sides of their own accord.  As the exits whizzed by, I amused myself with thoughts of the pretty girls I have known at the College, and how each girl glowed with such beauty when she settled on her own individual dress length equilibrium point.  Should I explain that?  OK, now’s a good time I suppose.  Pants and panties are more or less forbidden by the Dress Code, so all the girls wore dresses.  Every girl ventured out of their dorm in the morning in mortal fear of being Inspected.  It’s kind of funny, in retrospect, how we both loved and hated Inspections.  We loved watching another girl get Inspected as much as we hated being inspected ourselves.  Something about the pleading in her eyes that comes just before she reveals her exquisite beauty for all to see.  Anyway, it’s pretty obvious that a girl wearing a longer skirt will be more likely to be inspected, because she is the most likely to be wearing panties or a thong, or even a muff, which are all forbidden under dresses.  So each girl wears the shortest dress she can bring herself to wear on Campus.  It all depends on the trade-off between being inspected, and going bottomless.  Girls like me really don’t like to go bottomless, so we tend to wear longer skirts.  I like to wear a dress that covers (or at least mostly covers) my pussy, which also means my butt is at least half covered, showing only the cutest little bottom of my butt cheeks.  Unfortunately, this means I will almost always have on the longest dress in any crowd, so I get inspected a lot.  Even though I know inspection is important, and keeps us girls honest, I admit I get turned on every time I’m forced to strip in front of my classmates.  As long as the inspector doesn’t make me do anything really kinky while I’m naked, I can usually keep my excitement under control.  Other girls either mind being inspected a lot more than I do, or they don’t mind baring their cute butts as much as I mind baring mine.  Once a girl makes the decision to wear a top shorter than crotch length, she might as well go bottomless altogether.  These girls will wear a belly shirt or crop top, and usually avoid being inspected.

But wearing a really short top — going bottomless, that is — is no immunity against being inspected.  For all the Inspector knows, a girl could be wearing a bra, which is just as wrong as wearing panties.  I think it’s really worth being late to class to watch a bottomless girl being inspected.  Here’s why:  I ask myself: why is this girl willing to go completely bottomless to all her classes?  Maybe she really — I mean really — hates to be inspected.  If so, then watching her strip is a real treat.  The inspector will sense her reluctance to take off her top and show her little titties, and so he will prolong the tension.  He does this partly to amuse the gathering crowd, and partly to punish her for being so afraid of Inspection.  I should correct that last part: not so much to punish her, but to teach her that there is really nothing to be feared from inspection.  Once she’s inspected a few times, then she will be happier wearing less revealing clothes, and the Dress Code is then having a positive effect on the overall modesty of the Student Body.

One time I came upon an Inspection that had been in progress for some time.  A really pretty girl was being forced to stand with her legs apart, and her wrists were tied with a rope to an overhanging tree limb.  I was late to class, but she was so pretty, I had to stop and watch.  The inspector was asking for a girl to volunteer to help with the inspection.  It was like the girl had some kind of animal magnetism.  I felt myself floating toward her.  I was wearing a man-tailored shirt that day, with tails covering my front and back.  The inspector asked me to unbutton my shirt.  Still in a kind of trance, I did as I was told.  Although I’m not much of a prude when it comes to showing my butt, I was glad to be still wearing the shirt, so I wasn’t naked to the crowd behind me.  Then he asked me to kiss the girl, touching only our lips.  No hands.  Have you ever done this?  I can’t describe the experience, other than to say it was electric.  She was so hungry for love at that moment, she responded with so much enthusiasm I felt myself glowing.  As we kissed, the inspector told me to let my shirt slip off my shoulders.  Mmmm, is all I can say.  I licked her lips, and she licked mine.  I felt my shirt slip off my shoulders but I didn’t care.  My scalp tingled as I probed her open mouth with my tongue.  That’s enough, girls, said the inspector.  I slowly pulled back, licking my lips.  Realizing I was naked, I looked around for my shirt, but it was gone.

Now, girls, said the Inspector as he freed the girl he had been inspecting, we’re going to play a little game, and you will both be winners.  One of you will cum, and the other will get to keep her clothes.  I knew this game well, and wasted no time.  I chased the girl around the grassy inspection area, dodging other students who were delighting in our play.  Before long, I caught her, and stripped off her top, and then wrestled her to the ground.  She had firm little breasts with hard nipples that turned me on, I admit.  I got her on her back and forced her ankles toward her butt, opening her wet pussy like a flower.  I bent over her, letting my hair caress her inner thighs.  I had to spread my own legs, one knee next to each of her shoulders as I leaned forward to try to make her cum.  Her vagina was wide open, a deep pink hole, just begging me to plunge in my tongue.  But I had another idea.  With both hands, I gently pried her cheeks apart, and then with the underside of my tongue, I stroked her adorable puckered asshole.  I knew I had hit pay dirt by the way she arched her back, almost bucking me off her.  I pulled on her shins, bringing her knees almost to her cute little breasts, and causing her pussy to open like a beautiful flower.  Did her vagina pulse?  I swear it did as my wet hair fell onto her fully exposed bottom.  With my tongue, I separated her lips, and gently stroked between them as I kept her knees locked under my armpits.  With my fingers, I gently stroked her soft inner skin, so wet and slippery by this point, from her asshole to her clit and then back again, teasing her by skipping gingerly over her wide-open vagina.

I know she tried not to cum, but she was no match for me.  She shuddered, and I lifted my head so the Inspector could see her vagina pulsing.  She continued to lie on the ground as the Inspector pulled me to my feet, raising one of my arms in victory.  Truth be told, I was seconds away from cumming myself, but I did win the contest, so I got my shirt back.  I put it on, but didn’t button it, kind of enjoying the free feeling of the breeze on my sweaty body.  I helped the girl to her feet, and wiped the blades of grass off her back.  “No hard feelings?” I asked her.

“No, it’s OK,” she said.  I could see it wasn’t OK, though.  The poor girl was now naked, and like me, almost certainly late for her class.  “But…”

“What is it?” I asked.

Have you ever seen a naked girl blush?  It’s not just her face that turns red, it turns out.  She stood with her legs apart and looked down.  I followed her eyes and was overcome by a feeling of tenderness toward her.  I dropped to my knees, and kissed her adorable belly, and stroked her pretty round cheeks, letting my fingertips probe the soft skin between them.  Her vagina was still wide open, looking almost hungry, so I pushed my tongue into it, causing the poor girl to tense every muscle of her pretty little body, and arch her back, flattening her little tits against the sky.  I dragged my tongue between her lips, slurping up her sexy juices.  I plunged it in, feeling her vagina close around it, and then dragged it up to her clit one more time, feeling her pulsing asshole with my fingers.  “Thank you,” she said so quietly I wasn’t quite sure she said anything at all.

But I digress.  Sorry about that.  I never really got to mention my summer, so I’ll save that for another post.  Bye, now.


Although many of the girls who use the College pool arrive in the buff, not every girl feels comfortable parading about campus in the nude.  But if a girl tries to wear a bikini, she’s almost certain to be inspected, and more often than not, her bikini is confiscated.  The solution?  A “string” bikini.  This girl is fully clothed in the latest swimwear, and also quite clearly obeying the Dress Code!


Hi, Donna! Nice to hear from you again! So you’re driving home, bottomless, and then what happens? Did you start to panic as you got closer to home? Did you pull over in a secluded spot to rummage through your stuff for a skirt to wear? Tell me, honey, I really want to know!
Comment By Crysta At 8/28/2010 8:24 PM

I’m just 17, and I’ve heard of the Dress Code, so I’m a little worried about it. I mean, I know it’s just part of being a girl on campus and all, and we’re all naked under our clothes, etc., but I’ve never been forced to strip in public before. Can you help me understand the ‘equilibrium’ thing?
Comment By Sally At 8/28/2010 8:43 PM

Lol, probably too many chemistry classes! I just meant that the shorter your dress, the less likely you’ll be stripped naked by an Inspector, but the more likely you’ll be embarrassed by not having your bottom fully covered up. The dress length where the two sources of embarrassment are roughly equal is what I call your equilibrium point. That’s all.
Comment By Donna At 8/28/2010 8:50 PM

Gulp! You mean I have to show by bottom all day just to reduce the risk of inspection? That’s crazy!
Comment By Sally At 8/28/2010 9:01 PM

Calm down, Sally! No one’s bottom shows unless she wants it to. Freshman girls usually wear dresses at least an inch or two longer than crotch length for several weeks at the beginning of the year. With so many girls to choose from, you might go two or tree weeks before you’re inspected. But why risk it? Be a little cheeky, and take your hemline down to the bare minimum, you will cut your risk of inspection to near zero.
Comment By Donna At 8/28/2010 9:13 PM

I think I get it. I can keep my front covered, if only barely, but I’ll have to expose my lower cheeks to avoid being inspected. I guess I can do that. But I’ll be very self-conscious going up a flight of stairs.
Comment By Sally At 8/28/2010 9:32 PM

That’s the spirit, Sally. Just keep in mind that all the other girls are trying to avoid being inspected, too. One day, even though your butt is only half covered, you’ll look around and notice that your dress is the longest! This might come as quite a shock to a girl wearing a crotch-length dress, only to be singled out for inspection. Often, a girl fails her first inpection, because she doesn’t comply quickly enough with the inpector’s demands.
Comment By Crysta At 8/28/2010 9:42 PM

Oh my God! You mean I’ll have to keep wearing shorter and shorter dresses as the year goes on?
Comment By Sally At 8/28/2010 9:44 PM

Take it one step at a time, Sally. For the first two weeks, you’ll be safe from inspection in a crotch-length dress. The bad news is that there are plenty of situations during the day when you will be compromised. The good news is that all the other girls are facing the same peril. You will get used to sitting your bere butt down on every chair. If your dress is tight, your pussy will be out in the open whenever you sit, so a looser dress is better. Just remember, you’re not facing this alone. All us girls are in the same boat.
Comment By Donna At 8/28/2010 9:59 PM

I really appreciate all the advice! Just one thing, though… My shortest minidress is a few inches longer than crotch-length. Where can I buy shorter dresses?
Comment By Sally At 8/28/2010 10:46 PM

Hahaha, I know! Try on some tops, and you’ll find you can use some of them as dresses. Also, I got some of my favorite dresses at the lingerie store. Not sure if you want to go that route right from the start, though, because they tend to be on the sheer side. If that doesn’t bother you, then a cute babydoll dress will fit right in at the College. I prefer the open front style, but you can find open-back babydolls as well.
Comment By Crysta At 8/28/2010 10:58 PM

OMG, I just tried on some tops, and you’re right! I can use them as dresses! Such a great idea, thanks.
Comment By Sally At 8/28/2010 11:03 PM

Keep in mind that any top that reaches your butt crack counts as a dress, so don’t pack it unless you’re prepared to wear it by itself as a dress. Also, while you’re at the lingerie store, buy a few 2-inch skirts (3-inch max). For a good selection of these, check out the panties with attached skirt. As soon as you get them home, cut out the panties, leaving the elastic on the skirt. This kind of skirt, together with a belly shirt or crop-top makes a cute two-piece outfit.
Comment By Donna At 8/28/2010 11:10 PM

2 inches?!! Are you kidding? I could never wear a skirt that short!
Comment By Sally At 8/28/2010 11:18 PM

I felt that way, too, at first. But skirts longer than about 2 and a half or 3 inches are just not in fashion at the College. If being out of style doesn’t dissuade you, then watch out for the inpectors who consider themselves fashion enforcement officers! They have no qualms about trumping up a reason to deprive pretty girls of their over-long skirts.
Comment By Donna At 8/28/2010 11:29 PM

Why wear a skirt at all? 2 inches covers nothing!
Comment By Sally At 8/28/2010 11:31 PM

Relax, Sally. Get a ruler, and take off your clothes. Sit in a chair, and cross your legs. Now, measure the length of your vertical smile from the ‘Y’ formed by your legs to the bottom of your hood. If you measure more than 2 inches, cross your legs tighter and try again. While your vaginal cleft may be longer, the portion of it visible from the front is all you need to cover. Does this help?
Comment By Donna At 8/28/2010 11:42 PM

Ohhhh, now I see. I need to pull the hem of my skirt down until it just barely covers the top of my — vaginal cleft. I never knew that word, this site is so educational! Then, in back, the skirt will cover some random 2 inches of my butt crack. Is that it?
Comment By Sally At 8/28/2010 11:46 PM

That’s almost it, Sally. But instead of covering a random part of your butt crack, try to position it low enough so you don’t have to be self conscious about keeping your legs together. Naturally, there’s nothing you can do about a boy looking up at you from the bottom of tha stairs, or while you’re bending over for any reason (I feel most self conscious at drinking fountains), you can still aim for maximum modesty from behind. There’s also the groping to consider, of course.
Comment By Donna At 8/28/2010 11:55 PM

What groping?!
Comment By Sally At 8/29/2010 12:21 AM

Donna! Rule number 7… Don’t mention the groping!
Comment By Crysta At 8/29/2010 12:23 AM

Lol, there’s no rule against talking about the groping. It’s an integral part of the Code of Conduct.
Comment By Donna At 8/29/2010 12:25 AM

So tell me about it, then. I’m getting worried. Groping doesn’t sound good.
Comment By Sally At 8/29/2010 12:36 AM

We girls call it groping or fondling, but the CCC just calls it tacit permission to touch, which simply means that by leaving some her skin bare, a girl gives tacit — meaning unspoken — permission to touch just that part of her body. Having given permission by the way she dressed, she isn’t allowed to interfere or withdraw permission. So there’s really nothing to worry about. If you don’t want a certain part of your body to be touched by fellow students, just clothe that part. Bottom line is: you have total control over your body. No groping without a girl’s permission, which she can grant verbally or tacitly by the way she dresses. Feel better?
Comment By Donna At 8/29/2010 12:49 AM

Yes, thanks. I was imagining all sorts of terrible things. So there’s no reaching under my skirt or under my top, right? What about the part of my butt that isn’t covered by my dress? And what about my legs?
Comment By Sally At 8/29/2010 12:54 AM

That’s right. To mark any part of your body off limits for fondling, just cover that part with clothing. On the other hand, by leaving some skin bare, you are granting permission for that skin to be touched. Unfortunately, this includes whatever part of your butt you choose not to cover with your skirt or dress. If another student should happen to stroke your exposed skin, you are not permitted to interfere in any way. That means if he touches your legs, you may not keep them together as a means of preventing him from touching your inner thighs. You must even refrain from clenching your cheecks to prevent access between them. Basically, the rule is this: if it can be seen, it can be touched. And if it is touched, you must relax, and allow full access. So this is another thing to keep in mind as you plan your wardrobe for College.
Comment By Donna At 8/29/2010 1:07 AM

Suppose I’m wearing a dress just barely long enough to cover my pussy, but the back of it leaves my lower cheeks exposed. If a boy approaches me from behind and begins rubbing my lower cheeks, then I have to relax them, in case he wants to probe my crack, is that right? What would stop him from continuing down my crack and then touching my pussy?
Comment By Sally At 8/29/2010 1:27 AM

It’s a judgment call, Sally. If your dress extends even a millimeter below your pussy, the boy is technically not allowed to touch it. But if it’s a micron shorter than pussy-level, he is allowed to touch it. In that situation, I wouldn’t quibble with him. I would just spread my legs, and let him touch you. Besides, why fight it? There’s nothing stopping you from putting your arms around the boy and planting a sweet kiss on his lips. Moreover, if you are enjoying the way he touches you, there’s nothing stopping you from… Oh, never mind. Forget I said that.
Comment By Donna At 8/29/2010 1:37 AM

Donna, you devil! I know what you were about to suggest, and it’s so evil, I wish I had thought of it! Wait a minute, if you’re thinking what I think you’re thinking, then it *was* my idea!

Adjustable clothing.

Did I guess right?

Comment By Crysta At 8/29/2010 1:42 AM

Lol, right. I love that little top of yours with the elastic gathers just below the breasts. I’ve watched you shorten your dress by 3 or 4 full inches and then walk right by an inspector. Then, before stepping into your next classroom, you pull your dress down so that it completely covers your lovely butt!
Comment By Donna At 8/29/2010 1:48 AM

Oh, thanks for blowing my cover, Donna! It’s true, I admit. And what you almost said is true, too. Just the other day, I wore that top to lunch, and pulled it down over my butt. A cute boy got in line behind me, and put his arms around me. Resistance is futile, and besides, I knew him from one of my classes. As he began feeling my legs, I spread them like a good girl. Then, like a good boy, he stopped just below my pussy. I could have whispered my permission, but instead, I gathered the elastic raising my dress enough to completely expose my butt. By this time, though, we were at the front of the line, so he stopped groping me, and we got our food. He followed me to the table, and told me to remain standing, with my legs apart…
Comment By Crysta At 8/29/2010 2:07 AM

I followed him to the table, and remained standing, with my legs apart, my dress hiked up. I was still excited from being fondled in line, and also from parading bottomless around the cafeteria, so I knew what would happen to me. He set my tray down on the table and asked me to remove my dress. I obeyed his order, hanging it neatly over a chair, and looked around nervously at the crowd that had gathered. He made me lie on the table with each foot on a chair, and then, as I expected, he raped me, while a few dozen students watched. When he was done, he asked me if he could join me for lunch. Sure, I said, patting the chair next to mine, with my dress still folded neatly over the back of the chair. He could have given it back to me, but he chose not to, leaving me naked to eat my lunch…
Comment By Crysta At 8/29/2010 2:48 AM

At first, I wondered why he kept me naked. Was he toting with me? He seemed amused when I went up to refill my glass of soda, and had to spread for a boy who rubbed my butt. By the time we were done eating, he had another erection, so I figured he would rape me again. He patted the table, saying ‘on your knees this time’. I assumed the position, facing away from him. I yelped when he pressed a cold pat of butter between my cheeks, but then I relaxed as he rubbed it in. I wasn’t quite so surprised when he did it again. Relax, he ordered, pushing a third pat of butter deep inside my rectum. The less you struggle, he told me, the less this will hurt. Knowing what was about to happen, I relaxed as much as I could, and spread my legs. He rubbed my pussy as he raped me a second time, waiting until I came before his final push. He hugged me for half a minute, then took my hand, and helped me off the table…
Comment By Crysta At 8/29/2010 3:15 AM

Much as I enjoy having public sex, I was looking forward to putting my dress back on. He must have seen me look at it. He snatched it up, and told me my pussy was still too pink, and I would have to remain naked a while longer. That’s crazy, I said. There’s nothing in the book about a girl’s pussy being too pink, then immediately regretted my words, because, after all, there *is* a rule against displaying sexual excitement…
Comment By Crysta At 8/29/2010 3:42 AM

There is?
Comment By Sally At 8/29/2010 3:43 AM

Yes, Sally, if a girl displays sexual excitement, she’s tacitly consenting to sexual intercourse. So the girl’s punishment fits her crime: she is raped…

Put your hands up, he ordered. I put them up, of course. He grabbed me by a nipple, and led me to the center of the big dining hall. He made me open one foil-wrapped butter after another, and spread them all over my body, especially my breasts, butt, and pussy. Taking special care to grease me thoroughly between my legs, rubbing me from my asshole to my clitois, and then back again, I must admit I was pretty excited by the time he raped me a third time, and I came at the same time he did. I guess he was happy, because I finally got my dress back. I didn’t put it on, though, because I was covered in butter, and I didn’t want to get it on the dress.

Comment By Crysta At 8/29/2010 3:49 AM

My God, Crysta, what an ordeal! I’m so sorry that you were raped three times as your fellow students looked on. It must have been horrible for you!
Comment By Sally At 8/29/2010 3:52 AM

Yes, it was an ordeal, but I have only myself to blame, after all. At the beginning, when the boy began fondling me, it felt good, and I was the one who hiked up my dress, in the expectation of more fondling. Then whose pussy was all wet and puffy for all to see? Mine, I admit. So the boy raped me, which was not just his right, but also his duty, to punish me for my public display of excitement. Normally, after raping a girl, the boy gives the girl her clothes back. But the boy is within his rights to leave the girl naked after raping her, if he thinks it will help her learn her lesson…
Comment By Crysta At 8/29/2010 4:02 AM

Some girls, including me, I admit, are turned on by the humiliation that comes with being forced to remain naked, and then even more humiliated by having to show her obvious sexual excitement to the world. Such girls need to be punished, again and again, if necessary, until they learn to stop seeking sexual gratification in public places. What better way to punish such girls than to rape them? It makes sense to me. Trouble is, I haven’t learned my lesson yet, so tomorrow, I may be raped again.
Comment By Crysta At 8/29/2010 4:12 AM

Oh boy, this is complicated. I can’t wear panties, so I have to wear a skirt long enough to cover everything but if my skirt is too long I’ll be stripped naked, and maybe the fashion police will keep my skirt, so it has to be really short. No matter what, I’ll be leaving the lower part of my cheeks uncovered, which gives random boys full access to my most intimate areas. I am required to let them arouse me to the point of cumming, and there’s nothing I can do to prevent that. Is that right, so far?
Comment By Sally At 8/29/2010 4:50 AM

Yes, that’s how things will be for the first few weeks, Sally. You can probably keep from being raped by making sure your dress is exactly crotch length or your skirt is no more than 2 inches long. The Inspectors will leave you alone, but the boys will tease you, and make you cum, but they won’t have cause to rape you as long as you keep your pussy covered.

But things will change after a few weeks…

Comment By Donna At 8/29/2010 5:23 AM

Over the first three weeks, one by one, your classmates will suffer the humiliation of Inspection, and they will do what it takes to avoid it. Watch as one of your classmates fails an Inpection, and then while forced to remain naked, she is fondled, and despite her best efforts, she becomes sexually excited. For this, the poor girl is raped as punishment, not just once, but several times throughout the day. Most girls learn to wear shorter dresses, so after 2 or 3 weeks, none of your classmates will be wearing anything longer than crotch-length. This will take the heat off you at first, because boys will have lots of girls besides you to pick from if they want to rub a girl’s pussy while standing in line for lunch. But when you step outside, you will constantly worry about being inspected. One day, you’ll see a girl with a dress shorter than yours get singled out for inspection.
Comment By Donna At 8/29/2010 5:29 AM

What should I do when all the girls start wearing shorter dresses?
Comment By Sally At 8/29/2010 5:33 AM

You have a few choices. One: Keep wearing crotch-length skirts and dresses. You’ll be inspected a few times, and you might fail once or twice. You’ll spend the day naked, and you might be raped a few times, but most days you’ll get by. Two: wear dresses an inch or two above crotch level. You’ll be fondled more often, and you’ll be raped every now and then, but you will rarely be inpected and forced to remain naked. Three: specialty dresses. Baby dolls, sheer, fishnet, or completely backless dresses are popular choices. Each has distinct advantages. Sheer and fishnet dresses both thwart fondling and avoid Inspection, although a girl still feels quite naked. Backless dresses reduce Inspection, and although she’ll still be fondled, her sexual excitement will not be quite so evident, reducing the incidence of rape.
Comment By Donna At 8/29/2010 5:53 AM

What about sporting a muff instead of wearing a bottom?
Comment By Sally At 8/29/2010 6:44 AM

Sally, that would be a daring choice for a freshman, but it has some distinct advantages over some other options. First, your muff is always with you. In an inspection, you won’t need to get quite as naked as the other girls, and if you fail, at least you keep your muff, so you’ll never be completely naked. Second, although it doesn’t protect you from fondling, it goes a long way toward hiding your sexual excitement, so you won’t be raped nearly as often if you sport a muff. Third, if you like to go topless in the warmer months, you won’t be turned away or forced to strip in buildings where the shirt requirement is enforced.
Comment By Crysta At 8/29/2010 6:53 AM

Sounds pretty good. But are there any drawbacks?
Comment By Sally At 8/29/2010 6:54 AM

Well, Donna and I are both clean shaven, so, yes, I guess there are a few. First, the inspectors are very strict about the tops you can wear. Nothing below the belly button. Second, your butt will be completely bare, not just when you feel like baring your bottom, but for the whole year. Third, if you are shaved now, then it will take some time to grow in. Any pubic hair, even stubble, counts as a muff, so you will be cometely bottomless for some time. Fourth, a muff covers only your vulva, and even that isn’t covered completely. If these drawbacks seem minor to you, then by all means give it s try! Send pictures!
Comment By Crysta At 8/29/2010 7:16 AM

Wow, so much to ponder. After careful thought, here’s what I’ll do. 1) Make some micro-miniskirts by removing the panties. 2) Pack all my perfect crotch-length tops to wear as dresses for the first three weeks. 3) Pack all my belly shirts, half shirts, halters, and crop tops to wear with the miniskirts for the first three weeks. And then, after 3 weeks… 4) Stop shaving, and then a day later, stop wearing any clothes south of the belly button. Gulp!
Comment By Sally At 8/29/2010 7:51 AM

I love it, Sally. I would like to meet you, and give you moral support as well as some hugs and kisses to keep you going. In addition, can I offer you some advice? Step 4 seems like it will be really hard, especially for a freshman with only 3 weeks experience. So you might want to ease into it, maybe with some moral support. For example, try wearing a miniskirt with a little top to class, and then immediately slip out of your skirt, and leave it on the floor by your chair. Or maybe you can enlist the support of a friend for courage. I would even be willing to join you for a bottomless breakfast one morning. I’ll even bring Crysta. It’ll be fun! Call me.
Comment By Donna At 8/29/2010 8:11 AM

Oh, that’s so sweet of you both! I would love to have a bottomless breakfast with you!
Comment By Sally At 8/29/2010 9:15 AM

We at the Dungeon invite you all to a complimentary bottomless salad.
Comment By Dungeonmaster At 8/29/2010 5:15 PM

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