At the T.I.T.T.I.E.S Offices

"Hi, I'm Jill Deacon, I'm here for a topless duty summons."

"Lovely to meet you, Jill," the receptionist said with a friendly smile. "Can I please see some I.D.?"

Jill handed her driver's licence over.

"Great, now take this lanyard and head that way, just follow the signs to photography studio one."

Jill awkwardly walked down the corridor trying not to think about the chill on her skin. She was topless. It was her eighteenth birthday after all and she was going to spend most of the day like this for the camera anyway, so why bother putting a top on to begin with? However; if she knew how cold T.I.T.T.I.E.S head offices were going to be, she might have brought something.

Eventually she got to a large door with a sign saying "Studio One" in brass lettering. Taking a deep breath, Jill pushed the door forward and braced herself for whatever came next.

The room was more like an auditorium. There were chairs set up facing the front of the room like she had walked into a seminar. There was a small group of about twenty girls who looked roughly Jill's age talking to each other in the corner. A few of them were topless like JIll, but most seemed to be wearing light t-shirts. Jill was feeling more confused by the minute, surely a quick photograph wouldn't need all this stuff? Did she walk into the wrong room? Just as she was about to turn to leave and ask the woman at reception where she was supposed to go again, someone seemed to notice her and came over.

"Hi, are you one of the topless duty models?"

"Er... yes." Jill blushed a little, she had been approached by a curvy woman with a purple lanyard. She wore white jeans and a black blouse, but no bra, leaving her large breasts to swing invitingly as she moved. Not wanting to seem rude Jill looked closer at the woman's tits, realising she could make out the faint dent of her nipples in the fabric.

"I'm Shannon, I'm an assistant photographer today, I'll be helping around during the shoot." Shannon tilted her head down slightly to take in the sight of Jill's perky tits and pointy nipples. "So what's your name?"

"Jill."

"This is a special edition issue, so we want to have pictures of all the models together as well as individual shots."

"Oh, that sounds... complicated."

"You don't know the half of it." Shannon laughed. Why don't you take a seat somewhere, maybe say hello to some of the other models? You'll have everything explained to you in more detail once everyone has arrived."

Jill headed nervously in the direction of the young women. One of them noticed her approach and beamed at her, "Hi! You must be on topless duty!" The speaker was a redhead with long curly hair. She was one of the few women like Jill who had turned up already topless. Cute freckles dotted her face and bosom, which she seemed to ever-so-slightly thrust forward, as if determined to show it off extra hard.

"Um yes."

"I'm Kat, what's your name?"

"Jill."

"Well, happy birthday Jill!"

"How did you know it was my birthday?"

"It's all our birthdays too."

"What?"

"All twenty three of us, are celebrating our eighteenth birthday today. Plus you makes twenty four. It's the anniversary of the topless duty ratification, so I guess they only chose people born on the right day."

Jill kept talking with Kat and the other girls as more and more young women slowly trickled in. Jill and Kat found themselves gravitating towards the small number of women who, like them, had decided not to bother with a top today. Among them was Charlotte, a short girl with sandy brown hair and about B-cup boobs, Hannah, a black girl with boobs that could just fill an A-cup topped with dark cute little nipples, two identical twins, Sarah and Joanna, blondes with full D-cups that Jill couldn't help but stare at. Finally there was Nadja, a Bangladeshi woman wearing a hijab and a pair of baggy trousers, but very little else, Her hijab wrapped around her neck and over her shoulder well above her bosom, her light brown skin contrasted well with her dark brown nipples, and the fact that so much of her was well covered only seemed to draw more attention to her chest.

Eventually a tall woman stood up at the front of the room, holding a microphone. She was also topless and seemed to be taking extra care not to obstruct the audience's view of her boobs while holding her microphone.

"Hello, it's lovely to see you all and I am very excited to work on one of the most anticipated publication issues of the past twenty years. My name is Skyla Andrews and I am the directing photographer of today's shoot. If at any point today you feel a bit concerned about anything or you just want to talk to someone, I'm always available as are our assistant photographers, Shannon, Lucy, Becky and Louise." She gestured around the room to where four women politely raised their hands as their name was called.

"As you may have worked out already, you were not chosen entirely at random. All of you were born on exactly the day that Topless Duty was made law, for the eighteenth anniversary of our issue, we wanted to capture the portrait of women also just turning eighteen. We have a lot planned for today, but first, there is something we would like you all to do."