Strip show for a stranger!

“Ugh, what is this stupid game?” I tediously responded.

She smiled widely, staring me straight in the eye, “Well first, we’re gonna join Omegle.”

She couldn’t be fucking serious.I really hated my life at this moment. I honestly did, and I’m not just saying that because I was freezing my ass off. Or just because I was pretty much butt naked. The largest problem was that it was my sister who betrayed me, and despite finding her annoying most of the time I thought she was actually looking out for me, and I had her back too. I looked down at the small scraps of paper covering my chest. Nope, the largest problem with my life at the moment was the naked part actually I decided. Though the sister thing was pretty shitty too.

I couldn’t believe that I was going to have to be dressed like this on Omegle, shown on webcam for one random stranger somewhere in the world. Hopefully it wasn’t some horny old guy... or well- anybody for that matter. It was completely random though, the site’s algorithm would decide my fate. Which left me scared, and impatient as my sister’s PC slowly booted up.

“Man, somebody’s gonna get lucky soon Gert!” My sister teased.

“Yeah, and it’s not me.” I muttered, my bare feet were starting to hurt against the hard floor: but sitting would probably mess up the paper on my ass so I probably shouldn’t risk it.

Of course my sister could sit however so she plopped right down at her desk chair, leaving me to stand upright behind her, blushing redder each time I saw her click her mouse making her one step closer to the website.

“Look, I know this is pointless, but can’t we forget about this? Like c’mon Becca, do you think Dad would be happy with you if he found out about this?” I said trying to convince her, though I knew it wouldn’t work.

“Dad’s not gonna find out, or those videos are gonna be shown about.” Becca giggled, leaving me to ponder subtle ways of how to **** a family member quickly.

I stared daggers into my sister’s back, more anger in my body than embarrassment. I knew that was going to change though as soon as the webcam went on. And when it went on, my dignity would go with it: not that I honestly had any left after the events that had already transpired.

“Oh okay, you ready?” My sister said.

“Just do it.” I responded.

We started connecting to a random stranger, thankfully I was standing to the side so I wasn’t on camera at the moment. I doubted that would be true for long however, as I eyed my twin’s screen. It connected to this kid, he looked like two years younger than me. God, I guess it could’ve been worse but every outcome was just terrible. My sister sat there, typing to this boy and I could see him type back. At this distance I couldn’t quite make out the text (I was halfway across the room).

“Alright Gert, we’ve got a viewer! See, he’s waving now!” I didn’t dare move closer to the webcam, but I could see the boy was giving a wave, “Now, don’t be shy! Get on cam!”

Ugh, I guess I was going to have to do this shit. At least I had something covering me, even if it was kind of flimsy. It was better than last time anyway. I strode in front of the cam, and just got a large goofy grin come from the kid on cam. I rolled my eyes, trying to not show how mortified I was about this to my sister. I didn’t want to please her with my embarrassment.

“Becca, there? Happy?” I moaned.

“Wave back! And do a twirl.”

Ugh, screw this. But I did it, because it was nothing compared to what I’d done already. I could see the boy was enjoying this a lot more than I was.

“It’s time to start the game!” My sister yelled, making me realize: god this wasn’t the game, “I’m gonna ask you questions, now for each one you get wrong, I take off a piece of paper. Of course, these are questions you should have remembered for the next test!”

“What?! This is crazy Becca? Jesus, how many questions are there?” I was wearing eight pieces of paper at the moment, and I hoped to god there was only eight questions.

“Twelve.” Oh god, I was screwed!

“I haven’t even revised for the test yet! No way will I be able to get twelve correct!” I freaked out, I looked at the computer to see the boy laughing at my freak-out.

“Well, you said you had. Bad luck sis, question one: what’s the purpose of a write line in a computer?” I saw her read off a card she had in her pocket, about the question though I thought I might remember something my teacher said about memory. Which didn’t really help honestly.

“Um, I dunno: it saves the file?” I guessed.

“Kinda correct, but not detailed enough to get a mark. Take one scrap off.” I didn’t want to argue, because I knew it fall to deft ears. Taking off one of my elbow things didn’t make me too exposed, but made me fear what was to come.

She asked the next question off her own card rapidly, “Describe the effects of failure node failure on a star topology.”

“Network failure?

She just shook her head. Goddamn it, I’m totally getting buck-ass naked in front of this kid. He certainly still looked amused anyway.

“Name one way a programmer can make their system robust?” Shit, I knew this one, uhhh....

“Validate the users input?”

“Good job! I knew you could do it!” Becca teased, leaving me very close to giving her the middle finger, “What’s a user-defined function?”

“It’s a line of code which can be called back to?”

“A module created within the program by it’s programmer, which has a value. Next it’s your knees, how scandalous!”

Yup. Totally gonna be nude.

I tore off one of the papers covering my knees, rolling my eyes as I waited for the next question that I’d inevitably fail.

“Describe how a neural net can be trained to produce correct output?”

I didn’t even want to humiliate myself by trying to answer that, so I just straight up took off the other paper covering my knees leading to a giggle by Rebecca.

“Y’know, you could just strip completely naked now. Not much point in waiting for all the questions to finish.”

She spoke the truth, but I kept holding on to the dumb desire that maybe I’d get lucky. Sadly, that’d never happened in the past couple of hours. If third times the charm, then the ninth time must be like destiny?

Apparently not I thought, after failing another question and taking off my tummy cover exposing my *gasp* belly button. This is where things got intense, with three coverings left. One more failed question, and this kid was gonna see a lot more intimate parts of me.

“Why does fragmentation result in poor performance?”

“Uh. I don’t even know what fragmentation is?!”

“I’d be surprised if you knew what performance is, you look like a pretty large dumbass right now.” Becca grinned.

“Maybe part of the reason I look stupid is due to the fact that I’m naked except for three scraps of paper. Just maybe though.” I sarcastically said.

“Well it’s soon to be two,” She gloated, making me cringe, “Give our friend here a little show.”

Well, it was a rather easy choice. I was standing in front of the webcam, meaning it was going to have to be my back so I could turn back around when answering more questions. It was obvious I had to turn to take it off however, giving this kid a front-row seat to ‘Gertchen’s Butt: The Movie’.

I turned around, whipped it off and quickly turned back around face turning crimson.

“Nope, do that again, but for ten seconds this time.” Becca laughed.

Jesus Christ, I can’t believe this shit. This was the third person to see my butt today, and it seemed like Christmas came early for this boy with the smile he gave. I just glowered at him in return. I saw him typing (for the first time since I took the ‘stage’).

“I do agree with him Gert, you do have a rather sweet booty.” Becca giggled, making me cringe and want to die at the same time.

“Can I like, get the next question already?”

At least my face was heating up, because this rest of me was froze solid: this room was not made with naked people in mind!

“I’ll give two at once, and end this humiliating charade early. Why does the computer not need a bootstrap loader? What are two functions of the control unit?”

I had no clue, and I had no papers left. I just let the drop, taking the humiliating ordeal. Embarrassing myself intellectually by getting two more questions completely wrong was pointless.

“I hope you’re happy Becca.” I spat out, as the kid roamed his eyes lustfully around my naked body.

“I really am.” She laughed, and I finally just gave her the middle finger. She just smiled back at me.

“Ugh, can I go now? He’s seen every part of my goddamn body.” I asked pointedly.

“Sure, you can get dressed. Say bye!”

I waved, knowing that it was finally over. I went to go get changed, but my sister interrupted me.

“Alright sis, you better start revising. We’ll have one more ‘learning’ session this weekend and after the test, if you pass, you’ll never have to do any of this shit again. Fail? Oh, you will regret it. Badly.” My sister slapped my bare butt again, making me feel really uncomfortable. Though a lot of that uneasiness came from the fact that my mind was pretty much broken from the last two hours.

I lay down in bed, I assumed Becca was already asleep.

My brain wouldn’t stop thinking, and I couldn’t calm down. It was already 1am, and I just would not get to sleep. I didn’t know how I would handle school in the morning, I’m really bad when I’m sleep deprived. Jeez, I had to talk to somebody about this shit, somebody I could rely on. As embarrassing as it was, Jeff would help me think straight about it. Whilst I prefer he didn’t know, I couldn’t keep this to myself or I knew I’d end up hurting even worse than I already was.

I felt scared for the weekend, if it was anything like the paper thing I really really really didn’t want to do it. It was humiliating, undignified and made me feel incredibly slutty. I wish I hadn’t of masturbated and the knowledge that it was my own sexual urges that started the whole shit made me judge myself. However I wished even harder that Derek and Rebecca weren’t such manipulating bitches. How could my own sister do this to me? It could be some pervy desire, based on the butt spanks and the grins at my humiliation. Or she could be straight-up evil, and just enjoy my misery and finding it funny. Maybe a mixture. It didn’t really matter. All I knew was I had to pass that test I just had to! And I was going to revise a shit-ton, and hopefully I’d be alright though I didn't even know if that'd be enough.

And now I decided I wasn’t gonna take Becca's shit, I’d be a snarky little know-it-all right back. They enjoyed controlling me completely and I’m not giving them everything they please. I’m not giving them total control, even if they have my dignity. I had to let them know, they weren’t getting to me. I had to look tough, at least in front of them. I had to try to make them think hat they weren’t making me feel completely and utterly awful...

Even if they were, as these late night self-pity sessions proved.