Surprisingly Well

After that, Cynthia adapted surprisingly well, taking a few deep breaths and just sort of accepting the fiction that this was something she had committed to. She even started scolding me for covering myself with my hands, given that I still had the [Embarrassed by Nudity] Custom Challenge knocking about my brain.

"Stop it!" Cynthia said, grabbing both my wrists and forcing me to hold my arms straight and at my sides. "You're a proud, beautiful naked woman, showing body-shame like that is counterproductive and won't get you past your embarrassment."

"I know, I'm not usually like this, it's just... such a big shift in social context."

"You've been socially naked before?" James asked.

"Oh yes," I said honestly. "I've been to San Francisco street fairs a bunch, and my grandparents own a nudist resort out in Redwood country."

"So why do you act so embarrassed sometimes?"

"I'm not used to being naked around clothed people." I took Cynthia's hand in mine and gave it a little squeeze. "Which is why I'm so grateful you're doing this for me, M- Cynthia."

Cynthia snorted a laugh but gave my hand a little squeeze back. Really, she was doing quite well, but I have to at least partially have to attribute that to the fact that I had flooded her brain with serotonin, which is an amazing confidence booster. The rest of it was probably because she seemed to be a generally strong person and, as I said, she wasn't the only one naked. And nudity can be a way of asserting dominance too, if you owned it, showed pride in it - I know, as I had been naked amongst clothed people at those San Francisco street fairs and know how easy it actually is, for some people, once you get past the paradigm of needing clothes. However, my stupid brain was addled by the app at the moment, and I kept trying to cover my butt or pussy or breasts with at least one arm.

"You're welcome, but seriously, stop it!" She swatted the hand I was holding my phone with away from my crotch.

"Yes, I'll try harder. But, will you hold my hand for a little while?"

"Of course." This would stop my stupid hand from either fondling me or covering me, at least, and if I concentrated enough, I could occupy my other hand with holding onto my phone.

Cynthia did have a nice body, very thin but toned more than I thought she was. I can honestly believe her earlier comment about going to the gym regularly. I was also jealous of how high and proud her breasts were. Mine were bigger, true, but Ds tended to, at least mine tended to, droop and separate more than I'd like when I was naked. Maybe the app could help me with that...?

Cynthia's C-cups seemed to be just the right size to be fun while still being practical and tight, regardless as to whether she was wearing clothing. "Eyes front, naked girl," Cynthia said, and I realized I'd been staring at Cynthia's breasts as we were walking. "Oh! Sorry."

"Ouch!" Cynthia stopped, causing me to stop a second later, as she still had hold of my hand. "Damnit!" She was using her free hand to brush something off her foot.

"Step on something?"

"Yeah, a rock or something. That's one thing I don't get, how do you nudists go around without shoes on?"

"Most nudists do wear shoes," I explained. "Or mostly sandals, really, but I ran around the woods at my grandparents' place barefoot so often my feet are used to it. I mean, evolutionarily speaking, shoes are a fairly recent development. Bare human feet travelled early humans from Africa to China before the invention of footwear."

"And I'll bet the Chinese claim they were the first to invent footwear," James joked.

"They do, actually," I confirmed.

That got a laugh out of both Cynthia and James, though Cynthia's laughter was cut short as she stepped on another rock. We stopped for a moment as she angrily brushed off her foot before we continued.

"What about you, James? You're from Hawaii originally, aren't you?"

"What gave me away?"

"Da fact d'at you's wearin' da slippahs an' da aloha shirt?" I said, using my best approximation of Hawaiian pidgin.

This got a belly laugh out of James. "Don't do that! If I hear pidgin too much I start code switching to it and I won't be able to stop for a week!"

"It's true," Cynthia confirmed. "Every time he came back from summer vacation in high school, the first few weeks of school he was a tropical island stereotype."

"Ooh," I cooed with interest. "I find accents fascinating. I wonder, James, do you make love in your native accent?"

James nearly choked on that remark, and I realized too late I'd said something inappropriate. Not that I didn't like seeing James blush, mind, I just find it irritating sometimes when I make social faux pas unintentionally.

"Sorry," I said, doing my best to fake some sincerity.

"It's okay, I'm just a little more inhibited than you, don't ever think that's your fault."

"Fair enough..." we walked in silence along the sidewalk for the next few moments, a man dressed in a Hawaiian shirt, shorts and flip flops, and two tallish gals walking hand-in-hand wearing absolutely nothing.

On a whim, I decided, in order to ensure Cynthia wasn't losing her confidence, that I should probably switch a few of the triggers around, and so:

[Compel: You Kneel to Her]

• Reward: [Satisfaction]
• Punishment: None

[Compel: Keep You Naked]

• Reward: [Feel Important]
• Punishment: [Righteous Indignation]

This way the sight of me naked would keep her serotonin levels up, just in case, as I was starting to actually like Cynthia and, as hot as it was to have other women under my control and seeing them embarrassed and naked, I didn't want to do that to a primarily Dominant woman, especially if she would be Dominating me for any length of time. It was super great to have a naked friend, though, it actually did make me feel better, regardless of the stupid Custom Challenge I'd inflicted on myself.

I was contemplating deactivating or modifying the [Righteous Indignation] punishment when Cynthia yanked my arm hard. "Look out! Glass!" she shouted, jumping back. I was pulled about a foot toward her, as she still had hold of my hand.

I looked down and saw a pile of shattered glass from a car window on the sidewalk. Then I held up my right foot, which was covered in the tiny blue-green fragments and casually knocked them off with my phone hand. "Don't worry, it's tempered glass, when they shatter they turn into dull, rounded edges."

James and Cynthia were dumbfounded as I picked off the last of the glass from my foot, some of them having pressed into my foot with what counted as their sharp edges. "What? I told you I have tough feet."

James was blinking looking amazed, while Cynthia looked at me like I was some kind of freak.

"I'm gonna walk around the glass, still," Cynthia said, still raising an eyebrow at me as she walked around the pile, giving it about a meter's wide berth.

I can't say I wasn't amused at their fixation around the "girl can walk outside barefoot" phenomena, but ultimately I wanted to change the subject, finding it a boring topic of discussion. "So," I said, once the evil terrible super-scary dull-glass crisis was behind us. "It sounds like you two went to the same high school? How does that work when you two grew up in two totally different states?"

"Blueridge High," Cynthia explained as we were crossing the street to the park. More than one car honked at the two naked women crossing the road. Cynthia helpfully flipped them off for both of us.

"Ah," I said, suddenly understanding. "And did you also go to school with Roy?"

"Unfortunately," Cynthia sighed.

"So your parents all must have worked on the Blue Fields cleanup project?"

"Yep. Cynthia's dads were part of the environmental team, my mom was a nuclear engineer and Roy's mom was a structural engineer."

"Wow," I said, genuinely impressed. "So what made you all decide to stay in California?"

"Well, Hawaii is boring as hell, for one," James started.

"But not as boring as Nebraska," Cynthia finished. "Plus, my dads decided to stay here. They have a little place down in Napa, little vineyard - rabbits the size of dogs, I swear!"

"I've been! I've seen them!" I nodded.

"What about your family, you said you were from Sacramento?"

"Originally, yeah, but last year we moved to Blue Fields."

"What?" James stopped as we were rounding the fountain in the middle of the park. "I didn't know they were letting people back in yet?"

"Oh yeah, since late 2030. Basically, my mom used to own the whole thing, she was the 'Eve' in EveDawn Real-Estate Development."

"Wow," is all Cynthia had to say on the matter.

"I thought EveDawn went under, though?"

"Oh yeah, nobody wanted to live on land known for a nuclear disaster, no matter how many scientists said it was safe. That's why we moved there: we lost our house, the company, basically everything. If I didn't get a scholarship to PCPA I'd be living with her right now in a trailer on one of the construction sites."

"Oh damn, I'm sorry," James said as we continued cutting across the park to the mall.

"Don't be. My mother and I haven't gotten along in a long time, and my grandparents bailed her out of the worst of it after the bankruptcy. She's honestly doing fine, aside from still trying to sell plots of land in Blue Fields - she's a realtor now for the Swedish holding company that bought up her assets."

"Still-" James started.

"Let's change the subject," I said. Pulling my hand out of Cynthia's I stretched my arms over my head and made a humming sound of pleasure. "Mmmm! That sun feels amazing on my skin. Isn't this amazing, Cynthia?"

"I have to admit it does feel nice. Doesn't mean I'm going to make a habit of it, though. This is a one off just for you."

"Mmm! You're the best!" I hugged her, stopping us again, and nuzzled my cheek into her shoulder, pressing her breasts into my chest, my breasts squishing upward into hers. Cynthia grabbed my sensitive butt, causing me to yelp.

Rather than looked surprised this time, though, Cynthia made a sound of approval that let me know she was smiling. She gave my butt a playful little slap, coaxing a moan out of me. "You are so responsive," she whispered into my ear.

"Yes, M-" I almost said again. "Yes I am."

Cynthia laughed. "You can say it if you want to, I give you permission," she whispered in a low tone, almost a growl.

Now I blushed for a totally new reason. I'm not one to be overly given to emotion, but this one got to me. When did I lose control of this situation? I honestly got choked up for a minute before I managed to whisper: "Yes, Mistress."

She gave my butt another playful little slap (EEP!) and then a big naked bear hug (bare hug?), right there in front of a park full of people.

Once we crossed the park, and the next street on the other side, we had to cross the ridiculously large carpark at the back of the mall as well. Unfortunately, Cynthia, I guess, wasn't used to walking barefoot on blacktop. Because this was, apparently, so hard on her feet that we needed to take a break on a bench by the rear mall entrance so she could rest. I decided to help by kneeling in front of her and massaging the Nebraska gal's feet while she pet my hair. James sat next to Cynthia and played some sort of Star Trek mobile game on his phone. Cynthia was also flipping off people coming out of the mall if they gave us dirty faces, daring them to make something of the fact that there were two naked women hanging out behind the mall on a bench.

"Now, knees I can understand," I said, massaging Cynthia's now dirty foot with both hands. "Knees aren't meant for harsh terrain, so, staying on your knees like I am now on rough cement, this will hurt after a while, but feet? They carried our ancestors across the Serengeti!"

"That's not a fair comparison," James said, still staring at his phone. "Rocks and pebbles, that's a matter of conditioning, but blacktop they say is even bad for dog paws. Artificial surfaces made for shoes and boots just aren't meant for bare feet."

"Yeah, your feet are just crazy tough," Cynthia complained. "Mine are soft and delicate from wearing shoes all my life."

"Well, if it is a matter of conditioning, then you've certainly made a great start today," I said before laying a tiny kiss on her left ankle as I massaged her left foot.

"Nope!" Cynthia said. "Unless I'm at the beach or on grass, I'm not going barefoot again. Blacktop and cement just isn't a thing I wanna touch ever again."

"Fair enough," I kissed her right ankle as I switched feet and started applying pressure to the pad of her right foot with my thumbs.

"Ouch!" Cynthia whispered, making a face.

"Oh stop, you baby!" I teased.

Cynthia made a snort of laughter but gave my hair a harsh yank by curling a lock of it around her knuckles.

I gasped and moaned at the sensation.

Cynthia made another amused sound. "You would like that."

"Mmm, yes Mistress," I cooed, earning another little yank before she resumed petting me.

"James? Is that you?" came a feminine voice.

Looking up, I saw that there was a young Asian woman standing nearby, wearing a yellow sundress and sandals, holding shopping bags and addressing James.

"Oh! H-hi, Athena! How's it, uh, going?" James stood up and put his phone in his pocket as he took a few steps in the woman's direction.

Looking back and forth between them (I was now hugging and caressing Cynthia's legs absently as she continued to stroke my hair) I noticed right away the obvious sexual tension between James and the new arrival.

Cynthia leaned down and whispered in my ear: "James has been crushing on her for about a year now."

She sat up and leaned back against the bench's backrest, arms spread wide over the top back of the bench. It was really hard to believe how confident with her nudity she was at least pretending to be now, given her initial shock earlier at being naked outside. Looking up at her, I mouthed "How?", a look of shock and disbelief on my face with how long James had been pining over this gal.

Cynthia just rolled her eyes and whispered. "Straight people," with a derisive and contemptuous tone.

I looked back over to the two.

"Oh, I'm, uh... fine," the woman, Athena, was saying. "But, um..." she looked past James toward Cynthia and I, the two naked women on a mall bench, one kneeling at the other's feet, hugging the other's naked legs, and one petting the kneeling naked girl's hair. "What's, um, going on here?"

James whirled around, his face red and his eyes wide with mild panic. "Oh, um, yeah... Athena, this is my roommate Cynthia..." he gestured his open hand over to Cynthia.

"Yo," Cynthia said, waving with the hand not currently entangled in my hair. "We've met, like a dozen times," Cynthia corrected him.

"Oh, r-right," James said, wincing at his own social ineptitude.

"H-hello," Athena said uncertainly to Cynthia.

"And my neighbour, Natalia," he made the same open gesture towards me.

"Hi," I said, leaning the side of my face against Cynthia's knee in what I hoped looked like a cute subbie pose.

"Nice to meet you," Athena said to me. "My how... um... comfortable you both look."

Cynthia made a "so-so" gesture with her free hand. "Somewhat, I think not wearing shoes was a mistake on my part."

Really, at that point, I was starting to feel it was a mistake on my part, given how much she was complaining about it.

"Oh, yes, I can see that might be, um, uncomfortable."

"Uh, you see, Athena," James chimed in. "My neighbour Nattie is trying to come out as a nudist, and Cynthia is supporting her."

"I'm just super nice like that," Cynthia said to Athena, giving her a cocky (and maybe flirtatious?) wink. Maybe her confidence was getting too far out of control? Part of me wanted to see how far this customization would surge her serotonin levels. Maybe it would start to become toxic and she would start to have a psychotic break? Would the app developers really weaponize brain chemistry like that or would they put limiters in? Really, I thought, there was only one way to find out.

"She really is," I said, getting up from my position sitting on my legs to upright on my knees, so I could reach Cynthia's lap and rub my face against her upper thighs.

"Down, girl," Cynthia said, pulling me by my hair away from her lap area.

"Yes, Mistress," I whispered playfully.

"Oh, so, y-you two are, um, partners?"

"Uh..." I made a quizzical face and turned it toward Cynthia.

"We're definitely considering some play time together," Cynthia said as much to me as she said to Athena. "If she's lucky I might consider collecting her as one of my girls."

Oh, Cynthia, I thought. If you only knew! And I smiled and stifled a little giggle that I tried to pass off as mischievous anticipation instead of maliciously dramatic irony. "I look forward to your assessment, Mistress."

"Good girl," she said as she twisted my hair around her knuckles again. I have to admit, being called "good girl" is a major fetish of mine, so my swoon was authentic, and, either because of my [Idle Hands] custom challenge or how turned on Cynthia was making me, one hand found its way between my legs and I started masturbating right there and then.

"Oh, well," Athena was turning bright red now, clearly embarrassed by the two kinky naked ladies in front of her. "That's, um... kinky!(?)" she said, almost as a question, looking to James for help.

Oh holy fuck, I thought. She is trying so hard! She's adorable! So innocent...

If I didn't want to have James as my new friend, I would have started collecting her all for myself right there. But, as it was...

"Oh!" I said, pretending to just remember something (forcing my hand away from my pussy) and picking up my phone from the ground under the bench where Cynthia was sitting. "Speaking of hooking up, are you on LickR?" I asked Cynthia as I pulled up the lesbian hook-up app on my phone.

"Uh, yeah, I have an account but I haven't logged-in to it in like, a year? Between school and work and my other playmates..." she shrugged. "But my account is OriginalCyn12117, if you wanna add me."

"Got it," I sent Cynthia a hook-up request (not that she had her phone on her at the time), and pretended to be sitting on the ground browsing other local hookups for a few minutes. What I was really doing was looking up Athena in Custom Girls.

Name: Athena ****
Age: 21
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 110 lbs
Cup Size: B-cups
Kinsey Scale: 0
Relationship Status: Single
Dom/sub Alignment: Submissive
Favourite Kinks: Chasmophilia, Bondage, Spanking
Hobbies: Spelunking, Hiking, Geology
Groups: Not Yet Available
Current Arousal Level: 18%
Current Status: Flirting
Hotkeys:

• None

Customizations:

• None

The data showed that, once I customized her, that Athena would be my first completely straight girl. I waffled for a second or two as to whether or not I should even consider increasing her Kinsey rating, but decided I could always do that later. Right then, I decided I had two priorities: the first being to get these two adorable heterosexual cinnamon rolls to get their fuck on, already! Looking back at the two, they were both still trying their best to make small talk and laughing nervously in the middle of every sentence (the app was being absurdly generous calling what she was doing flirting). My second priority was to see, as an experiment, if I could get her out of that dress using only Compel, Punishment and Reward commands.

First I added my standard welcome package to the basket:

[Can't Wear Panties]. 1 gem.
[Arousal Multiplier (x2)]. 1 gem.
[Summon CG (short walk)]. 1 gem.
[Only Wear Skirts]. 1 gem.
[Bald Below Eyebrows]. 1 gem.

But, at the last moment I threw out [Bald Below Eyebrows] and replaced it with [Can't Wear Bras] (1 gem) as I was unsure what James preference was on pubic hair.

Spend 5 Gems?
[Confirm!]

And then I quickly set her CG awareness of [Can't Wear Panties] and [Can't Wear Bras] to Unaware.

Sure enough, as she was standing there, talking to James about their Sociology class, Athena put her shopping bags down on the ground and, without breaking eye contact, casually reached up her dress and pulled down her panties, stepped out of them, wadded them up and put them into her shopping bag. She repeated this action with her bra, unhooking it and pulling it out of the top of her dress before depositing it in her shopping bag.

"Uh, why'd you just take off your underwear?" James asked, more than a bit confused and flustered.

"I was, uh, feeling a bit overdressed," she said softly, casting her eyes over James' shoulder toward Cynthia and I. Gotta love that rationalization!

Then I worked on my second priority:

[CPL: Get Totally Naked]. 1 gem.
This Custom Girl will be compelled, but not ****, to get naked-and-barefoot. Punishment State: Custom Girl is wearing clothing or footwear and/or thinking about staying clothed-and-shod or thinking about putting on clothing or footwear. Reward State: Custom girl is naked and barefoot and/or thinking about staying naked-and-unshod or thinking about removing clothing or footwear.

[RWD: Elation]. 1 gem.
When this Custom Girl fulfils the Reward State of a given customization, she will be given increased serotonin and dopamine levels and have specific areas of her brain stimulated in order to create great joy and pride in herself. Note: Repeated use will not create additional dopamine releases upon anticipation of this Reward State, but will create a neurochemical dependence on this Reward State that can lead to significant, though non-lethal, withdrawal symptoms.

[PUN: Discomfort]. 1 gem.
When this Custom Girl fulfils the Punishment State of a given customization, she will have her levels of acetylcholine and histamine manipulated to cause itchiness, slight achiness, slight nausea, a mild state of discoordination and become generally or acutely uncomfortable physically. If possible, the specific type of discomfort/irritation will be targeted or customized to the nature of the Punishment State.

I confirmed the three gem purchase and arranged it thusly:

[Compel: Get Totally Naked]

• Reward: [Elation]
• Punishment: [Discomfort]

The Elation-Discomfort double-punch was probably overkill, but I wanted to start hard and potentially walk things back rather than the other way around: efficacy first, optimization later. Having thought about (extensively) what I wanted to do with this power, I realized primarily what I wanted to do was to see if I could get as many women around me to convert to nudism, for a variety of reasons, some of them scientific, others markedly less so (mmmf!).

"Are you feeling better?" I whispered up to Cynthia, gently caressing her ankle and the top of her foot.

"A little bit better, yeah, but I am going to pick up some cheap shoes before we head back."

"Can... may I have permission to buy you some shoes, Mistress?"

Cynthia gave my hair an affectionate little tug and smirked. "I'm not going to say no to free shoes," she shrugged.

"Yay!" I kissed her knee.

"Uh," James was saying, getting our attention. "Did you two want to head in now?"

I looked to Cynthia, who nodded. "Yeah, might as well."

"Well, I'll be heading out, then, I've got studying to do," Athena said.

"Oh!" I made a disappointed sound. "Won't you stay and have lunch with us?"

Athena was already scratching at her abdomen and hips through the sundress and shifting her weight uncomfortably from sandaled foot to sandaled foot. "I appreciate the invite, and normally I would say yes, but I'm feeling sort of tired so I think I'll head back home."

"Awww, but we just met!" I pouted.

"Sorry!" Athena said with an apologetic face. "I've gotta go, thanks, though!"

James and Athena said their goodbyes and Cynthia and James and I decided to head into the mall. And, because I pushed the summon button, so did Athena.

"Actually," said Athena catching up to us. "I guess I will come with you guys, if you'll still have me?" she said, scratching at her dress.

"Of course!" James burst out awkwardly.

At this point I fully expected us to be stopped by mall security, however, aside from a few catcalls and rampant stares, no one objected.

Athena stopped several times to readjust her dress, and, eventually, kicked off her sandals and put them into her shopping bags. Still, though, she didn't get naked.

"Where should we eat?" Cynthia asked, a look of moderate concern on her face.

"The food court?" James suggested.

"I'd rather do a sit-down place," I said, being intentionally difficult.

"I'm not sure the proper restaurants will let us in naked," Cynthia said outright.

"You never know," I said, shrugging. Secretly, I was hoping we could find a restaurant with a female manager, and began scrolling through potential options I could use to get my way...

Gems Remaining: 19
Total Gems Spent: 157
Lifetime Total Gems: 176
Average Gems Earned/Day: 83

Girls Customized: 4
Achievements Unlocked: 16
Orgasm Count: 43

Custom Girl Investment Tracker:

Marcie Klein: 118 gems
Cynthia Miar: 30 gems
Athena ****: 8 gems
Dr. Stella van Olsbracht: 1 gem