anticipation and dread

Normally she'd still hang around the place, maybe in the employee's lounge, maybe outside, but given the partial nudity of her dress of the day before, and now her full nudity, she went back to her room when she started to hear people shuffling.

She was a little sad that she was spending her first morning at this house in her room. Oh why did she have to wind up naked? or why did she have to be hung up about her nudity?

It's bad enough when even clothed, her breasts were obvious, and even worse yesterday when people were gawking at them bare, as well as her bare buttocks and genitalia any time she bent over, and then there are the foot pervs: now she'll be completely exposed.

Perhaps in a way it all was part of the "initiation" Mrs. Winthrop talked about.

Annette had told her the uniform code included changing out only before immediately going from one's room to directly leave the premises, and then directly going from outside the premises to one's room to immediately change back. Could she get dressed, go to the car, and drive to wherever, or simply go out of the grounds for a walk, given the order was 24 hour nudity a day?

She wasn't going to test Mrs. Winthrop's rules, even if it meant having to step outside nude.

On top of this she was the night-shifting newbie who will be missing about a third of daylight a day. It didn't seem that the other employees would be leaving soon and allow her some mobility to the dayshift where she could get more sun, and maybe wear relatively normal clothes like Annette does: given that their benefits were, if anything, better than hers. Which paradoxically lead her to consider the good points of the job again. She could make as much money in several months here as she did in a year in her third last job, and that was a good one. Her last two? Ha! Even fewer months here than a year in either of them. She was living with two other women in a one-bedroom, and it was getting crowded: though she maintained contact with them for access to it as a fallback. She left some of her good things for them to use, and here she had the room and board and some access to what this place offered.

She chuckled. She told her two former apartment-mates if this relatively high-paying job worked out, she'd give a good word about them to Donna if there were more openings here.

As most in the house kept normal hours, so were their meals. Usually one of the domestics prepared the meals for most of the other staff and like, while also setting aside for re-heating or at least doing a primary preparation (such as grating carrots, shelling nuts, baking, etc) for those who had odder hours. Of course there was some overlapping. The night shift, or more aptly, the early morning shift, slept early afternoons and early evenings. This meant Mindy's supper occurred during the dayshift's breakfast.

She checked the clock: breakfast would be starting before long. Oh no, she didn't want to go out. The people are going to have a field day! But she had to keep the job. She better get out: yet another reason being that Sally might pop in unexpectedly.

She cleaned up.

She stood at her door and inhaled. She thought, "Don't worry Mindy, they already saw your tits and ass, and then was likely a few foot fetishists there too—they already had their fun. Gonna have more fun I guess. But then again, this time there will now be full nudity, and she'll be on the table. She inhaled further, held her breath, closed her eyes briefly, exhaled, opened her door, and stepped out.