Her new life

Mary opens her eyes, the light of the room is blinding, but she soon adjusts, looking around she sees the same room she was just in, except looking down she's secured to the chair by leather straps, on her wrists and ankles, around her neck "Oh, you're awake miss Watson" the doctor says cheerfully "I...what the fuck is going on?" Mary asks panicking a little "Oh, your new life, of course" she explains in the same way one would to a child "What do you mean?" Mary asks, sounding a bit agitated "Well...it's Dr. Carlyle's program..." she explained, holding up a mirror for Mary to examine herself "...to prevent lesser crimes...as well as other things, subjects are to be marked with identifying tattoos..." she said, aiming the mirror down so that Mary could see the very uniform markings on her chest, just beneath her breasts, they weren't stylish, just shapes of colour with an ID number underneath, the mirror aimed down further, showing similar markings on her thighs

"...these are recognised everywhere...they basically prevent you from wearing clothes..." The doctor began to explain before Mary, flustered, cut her off "Wh-what? What do you mean? I can't just be naked..." Mary struggled in her bindings, but they were certainly firm "...but of course, didn't Dr. Carlyle explain all this?" The doctor asked, confused, to which she got a short head shake from Mary "...well...no matter then, what's done is done...anyway, so no matter where you go, you won't be able to buy clothes, or wear clothes...and they have a special trace that reacts with clothes, so you trigger metal detectors..." Mary sat in silence, her head spinning at all the information...was she really going to be **** to be naked? "Oh and you've got a tracker installed somewhere on your body...we won't say where, test subjects tended to pluck them out..." The doctor chuckled a little as Mary grumbled under her breath "So...now what?" Mary asked "Hmm?" "Now what? Am I like...free to go...can I get dressed...this IS a prank...right?" Mary asked, started to grin "Ah...right..." the doctor chuckled awkwardly

After about half an hour of **** begging the very naked Mary is escorted out of the building by a burly security guard, exiting through the front door and letting her go on the empty street "You can't just fucking do this...PLEASE!" she makes one final attempt as the doors are closed, leaving her outside...alone...and very naked. Mary takes a quick look around, she's just outside of town, makes sense, a shady company or whatever this building is wants privacy. Mary took another look around, instinctively covering herself up, the cool morning air hitting her skin...her tattoos, while not painful, still itched a little, the cold pavement underneath her feet...it's as if the whole universe was trying to remind her how naked she was...

"Well...I...um..." Mary said, feeling the world weighed against her, finally deciding she might as well go home at least and set off at a careful jog, hands covering her pussy and breasts...to her surprise she found that she'd also been shaved... "Perverted assholes" she grumbled under her breath...