Jill Makes Katie Strip Naked to Look Younger
From Create Your Own Story
| Status | ||
| Condition | Uncertain, Embarrassed | Apparel and Items: Soon, nothing! |
| Day, Time | Saturday, Morning | |
| Need to Bathroom | Fine | |
| Level of Humiliation | Humiliated | |
Jill eyed up Katie for a moment. "Those shorts you put on are far too mature, and that top isn't helping us either. I need you to look adolescent-ly young, not 'I'm pretending to be a grown up' young. Take off those clothes."
"But I just got them!" Katie whined.
"Well at least you have the attitude down. Now strip!"
Katie reluctantly removed her shirt and slipped out of her shorts, passing the articles to her aunt.
"And what kind of panties are those? Is that a thong? Little girls don't wear thongs Katie!"
Katie didn't argue, stripping out of the underwear as well. But Jill wasn't satisfied.
"No, that's not good enough. What if we do this..."
Jill ripped the waistband of the thong into two pieces and tied up Katie's hair into bouncy pigtails.
"We're getting closer now. But something is still off. Liz? Any suggestions?"
"Her ass is a little out there but her tits are barely noticeable. I think it's all that pubic hair."
Jill nodded in agreement. "You know I think you have something there. Do any of you girls have a razor on you?"
"Sure! Here's a fresh one!" offered Anna, fishing it out of her purse.
"Thank you Anna. You're always prepared!" Jill dropped onto her knees and smacked at Katie's thighs. "Spread your legs!"
Katie couldn't believe her aunt would be so brazen as to shave her crotch surrounded by so many other people. There was such commotion and so many kids surrounding them that she did manage to maintain some level of privacy, but she could feel random sets of eyes burning through her bare flesh.
She swallowed hard and spread her legs, squatting a bit to offer an even better angle.
"Finally. Try to keep up Katie, honestly!"
Jill wasn't gentle. She shaved Katie dry and mercilessly. Her aunt man-handled her privates, spreading her labia and aggressively chopping down the forest of pubes that lay in the razor's path. All the while they kept shuffling forward in line. Katie had to bite her finger several times as the dry razor burned her skin.
After emptying half of a water bottle to clean Katie's now pink and sensitive crotch, Jill was happy with her work. Katie's pussy may have felt sore but it was also as smooth as a baby's without a trace of hair to be seen. Her bare slit would have been a close match to any of the other girls in Jill's daycare.
"Fantastic! That was good thinking Liz. And kudos to you too Anna. But Cathy, remind me why I'm paying you again?"
It made a bit more sense to Katie now. Jill pitted her employees against each other. That fierce competition was no doubt what kept them in line and more than willing to follow Jill's 'unorthodox' methods.
Katie rubbed at her burning sex absentmindedly. It felt so odd for it be so smooth. To be even more naked than before.
"Stop that!" Jill commanded, swatting at her hands. They had finally made it to the window.
Jill gave the numbers for her group and the ticket agent started doing a headcount. When he landed on Katie he stopped.
"Umm... how old are you?"
Katie was blushing, finding it difficult to make eye contact. "I... I'm... thirteen?"
"The cutoff for the kids rate is twelve."
"She's just a brat!" remarked Jill, smacking her niece. "Obviously she's only ten!"
"Ten? Really?"
"What's wrong with you! Of course she's ten! Look at how adorable she is! Do you need to inspect her hymen or something?!"
The agent was getting a bit flustered. "No, no. She's ten. I see that now. But, umm... does she need a swimsuit?"
Jill raised an eyebrow. "I don't know. Does she need one? How much are they to rent?"
"We don't rent swimsuits. Our small branded suits are $50."
Jill recoiled in horror. "What?! That's outrageous! She can most certainly swim naked if that's what you're charging!"
The thought terrified Katie. She stared desperately at the man behind the counter.
The ticket agent offers up a bikini top from the lost and found
