A Humiliating History

Elizabeth continued to pore over the book as the cool breeze from the open window pored over her silky skin. She had since moved to the bed, whether for comfort or from exhaustion she could not tell.

More than that, she had failed to notice just how comfortable she had gotten in the past hour or so. It seemed that she had not made enough a disturbance to warrant a room search- that was a relief. But the brown-haired beauty was still irrevocably nude.

So it was with a gasp and a scowl that she finally returned to herself for a brief moment, eyes first darting around the room, and then over her bare shoulders and her swinging, exposed feet. Every inch of her was so delicate and exposed, and the reality was clearer- more raw every time she cared to take notice. Liz huffed quietly at her predicament and returned to the book splayed out between her elbows, trying not to notice the sheets shifting under her abdomen.

Despite the absolute terror of her situation, she had found out exactly what she needed and dreaded to know about her other self.....She too, was painfully bare. It was obvious from the first photo in the corresponding section of the text- captioned "Our Purest and Natural Lamb Of Columbia".

Between the paragraphs were sepia-toned likenesses of the girl she remembered being, and the woman she had become. With the stark - no pun intended- difference that in each of these, her twin was bereft of even a stitch of attire...or shoes, or jewelry, a hat... the situation was dire for who she had dubbed Naked Liz. She couldn't dare think of herself to be one and the same. The very first photograph showed a much meeker girl, awkwardly clinging to the little dignity she had left....cradling her ever-exposed bosom in her two small hands.....forgetting entirely about her exposed nether regions, just below her exposed stomach, below her exposed......everything. She supposed at other times this girl would be stubborn, feisty even. But at the moment of flash she had been broken down. Elizabeth felt odd pitying herself in duplicate, but it was hard not to succumb to such feelings.

As far as Liz could tell, her double had always been denied the right to dignity. And it seemed that it took time to truly become ashamed. For example, there was a photograph of a rather contented looking nudist girl sprawled upon the sands of the bay......

But whether this was innocence or publicity she could not say. She thought she noticed her double's small toes curled in defiance.....and cringed at the lack of even nail polish on these and her fingers.

The next photograph was more ambigous, as it caught a drowsy Liz waking from a likewise nude slumber. She didn't look entirely amused.....but just what privacy had been breached?

It seems that like her, Naked Liz had had moments of privacy....of bliss even despite her **** exposure. She had to read between the lines of course.....she currently occupied a nation in denial, this was obvious. Nothing in the text described less than a joyous icon for all Columbia to lecherously covet.

But in this bare girl's eyes she could see the truth. She knew these eyes too well. A last photograph showed a Liz laying much as she was right now....body against the sheets, bare feet kicking about, moments ago in quiet contemplation but wrested from her splendor by an intruding eye.....and a set of cameras.

She could feel the humiliation and indignity....but only in her eyes.

It was then that Liz knew what she had to do. She couldn't really say she was saving her dignity if she escaped....and who knew what would happen once she returned to her time and space.....she didn't have anything to bring with her, and she'd be just exposed....and to her Columbia.....her world!

All at once, the lights flickered and Elizabeth's heart stopped in her bare chest.

She shivered, but not from the cold. Instinctively reacting to the cold static in the air, Elizabeth flexed a muscle, and the room became bright again.....colorful. Too colorful.

She heard the movement of at least five pairs of feet, and turned around to find them. They were all bare, toes curling against the floor in nervous energy. She followed the feet up to see a nightmare scene. Five visions like mirror images of herself, with cosmic creative liberties of course.

One had a headband, the other two braids resting on her slim naked shoulders. The other had a ponytail, the fourth had war paint on her cheeks. The fifth was the first to speak, standing at the center of the nude Elizabeth entourage. She was a plain looking familiar girl. She choked back tears and her small breasts wiggled on her chest as she caught her breath.

"Your goodness will be your shame. It is in our nature, I see now...to expose what nature gave us."

Elizabeth began to get up from the bed and reach out a bare arm, but just as soon as the vision had come, she was returned to darkness. Suddenly, she heard an unearthly banging and saw the door fly past her head, wreaking havoc on a dresser and finally bouncing to wedge itself into a fresh dent in the outside wall.

Elizabeth primed to react when all became the darkness and overtook her.