(Day 1) An Early Start

"Hey... Hey Sara..." I hear a soft sounding voice whisper very faintly into my ear.

"Sara..." It repeats once more and I find myself beginning to stir from my deep sleep.

"What?" I groggily answer back, rather annoyed at being woken up.

"It's time to wake up." The gentle voice answers.

Against my will, I reluctantly **** my eyes to open. Regret settles in an instant as the bright lights from above temporarily blind me. It takes a few moments for them to sufficiently adjust to the room's brightness before they allow me to see clearly.

The first sight I am met with is Ophelia standing next to the bed in all of her nude splendor. I suppose she must have woken up sometime before me and climbed out without disturbing my rest. I guess it isn't too surprising that she'd be able to do so, considering how heavily I tend to sleep.

While Ophelia has been one of the few positive portions of this whole experience, her presence unfortunately reassures me that yesterday wasn't a dream and that I am still here. I guess I am still holding onto a slither of hope that this isn't happening to me. I'd probably be better off stress wise if I just came to terms with this scenario but I'm still a little bit scared of what mental effect it might have on me if I do begin to accept this place.

"Come on, I need to get you ready. Times wasting." Ophelia says, weakly grabbing onto my wrist with her soft and slender hands in a futile attempt to gently pull me up from the bed.

I would have to admit that despite waking up in what could essentially be described as nothing more than a prison cell, Ophelia's voice is indeed a pleasant sound to hear first thing in the morning. Perhaps it's nice simply because I'm used to having a blaring alarm clock wake me up or perhaps it's due to the fact that she's been the only comforting aspect of this whole excursion. Regardless of the reason, I do quite enjoy her presence.

"What time is it?" I ask just as I begin to let out a lengthy yawn.

"About 6:00, maybe 6:05." Ophelia responds, seeming to be very confident in her answer despite not having any actual proof of what the time really is.

"What? Why are we waking up so early? I thought it wasn't until 8:00 that training began."

"Well, I usually wake up around 7:00 but I need to show you how to prepare in the morning. The extra time is just precautionary so that we will be ready for when we need to be."

I sigh but agree with her logic as it does make some sense given the circumstances. Pushing off the remainder of the blanket, I sit up in the bed and stretch my arms out above me. It feels good at first until a cold chill brushes over my bare skin. The air temperature of the room is a lot cooler after having been in bed for a lengthy amount of time. I'm still not very used to being naked like this all the time, though being in the presence of Ophelia doesn't really seem to bother me all that much.

"So what exactly is there to prepare for?" I ask Ophelia while positioning myself on the edge of the bed across from her.

"There is much to do but it doesn't take very long after you begin to get into a routine. Normally, I start by showering since we need to dry and do our hair and that can take some time. Afterwords I'll get dressed and do my makeup. Our attire for the day is always delivered and dropped off in the morning. See." She says pointing towards the door where two rather small stacks of clothing are placed.

I move to investigate what exactly we have been given but Ophelia stops and interrupts me.

"And uh, there is one more thing. Mistress expects us to be shaved down there..." She says cautiously, while glancing down towards my groin where my pubic hair has been allowed to grow pretty much freely. I blush when I notice her eyes on me.

"Why is that?" I ask curiously.

"She thinks it makes us look rough and unprofessional. I uh, tend to agree with her on that." Her hand seems to instinctively run over the top of her smooth pubic mound as she speaks.

"Okay, I guess." I respond timidly.

I don't really have any problems with shaving myself but that doesn't mean that I'm all that eager to actually do so. I've never been all that bothered by its presence in the past so I've never had any reason to get rid of it. At the same time, I'm not overly attached to my bush either. I guess it is just the fact that it is required of us to remove it while here that bothers me a little bit. On the other hand, in comparison to the rest of what is going to be expected of me, this is probably pretty insignificant.

"You'll want to shower first though. It'll soften your skin and reduce irritation." Ophelia says. "The hot water usually only lasts about 5 minutes. You can go first if you want or we can-" She halts herself mid-sentence. "Um, never mind. I'll wait for you to go first. I don't really mind."