She goes to the security office

"So what do these I.D. badges look like?" Alicia asked Casey, the young blonde girl who was her escort as they slowly walked down the hall toward the security office.

"Like this," said Casey, pointing to a small piece of white plastic that was dangling from a blue polyester lanyard around her neck.

"Oh, I see," said Alicia. "I guess I just didn't notice your badge before. Sorry."

"No worries," said Casey. "You're obviously not the type of person who spends a lot of time staring at other people's tits or else you probably would have seen it a lot earlier."

"Wait," said Alicia. "I'm supposed to be sorry that I did not stare at your ti -- er -- breasts?"

"No, of course not," said Casey. "There are already enough people in that building who do that already. It's kinda refreshing to see an exception to the rule for a change. Still I suppose you are different. After all, you are a newbie."

"Well, it is my first day," said Alicia.

"Yes, it is," said Casey. "Speaking of which -- " at this point she slapped Alicia's hands. "Stop trying to cover yourself. You make me look bad."

"I make you look bad?" asked Alicia.

Then she noticed the smile on Casey's face and realized that she was only kidding.

And just like that, Alicia found herself easing up and putting her hands back at her sides.

Wait a minute! she thought. Why am I doing that?

Because she's being nice to me, Alicia thought, and so I'm being nice to her.

Exposing myself voluntarily is being nice to her? she wondered. I wouldn't be doing the same thing if she were a man.

But Casey was not a man, Alicia thought. And unlike the other two women who have given me orders today, Casey was being nice to me. And in a way, Casey had a point. If I made her look bad, Domina was likely to replace her with a trainer that was far more strict and unfriendly than Casey. Do I really want that to happen?

Besides, she thought, she was already exposed. Her small hands could only hide so much and it seemed futile to keep trying to cover up body parts that everyone in the building was going to end up seeing anyway.

Oh my God! she thought. I haven't even started working yet and already I'm getting used to this whole nudity business. If I'm like this on the first day, just imagine how I'll be a week from now. Or a month. Or a year. I might as well start considering the wearing of clothes as some whimsical fad that I used to pursue in my youth until I gave it up for something more important.

Maybe that's why Casey can walk down the hallway as naked as she is without even trying to blush or squeal or squeak or cover...

Oh my God! Alicia thought. Casey is my future self. Well, not literally, but she might as well be.

"Hey, look!" cried Casey. "We're here. Time to pose for those I.D. photos."

"Photos?" asked Alicia.

"Surely you saw the photos on my I.D. badge?" asked Casey.

"Well, quite frankly, I didn't really give it a good look..." Alicia started to say.

"Don't worry," said Casey. "It won't take that long."

"Well, if you say so..." Alicia started to say. "But shouldn't I get dressed fir -- No, of course not. I'm not going to be dressed in these photos, am I?"

"No," said Casey with a sober expression on her face.

Just then a red-haired female security guard who wore little more than tennis shoes, a badge around her neck, and a shoulder holster walked up to them and asked Alicia to fill out an application form.

After all this time, they still use paper application forms, Alicia thought. What a world.

When she was done, she signed and dated the form and handed it to the guard who in turn took the form and asked Alicia to step in front of the camera.

As Alicia did so, she heard the camera go off.

"Wait!" she cried. "I wasn't ready yet."

"That's okay," said the nearly nude blonde operating the camera. "That's the image we wanted for the first pose anyway."

"First pose?" asked Alicia. "But you didn't even get my face at all in that shot. You just got a photo of my back."

"Well, the camera wasn't exactly aimed at your back, Ma'am," said the blonde.

"What do you mean?" asked Alicia.

"It was aimed at your -- well -- it was aimed a bit lower than you expected," said the blonde.

"What?" asked Alicia.

"Don't worry about it," said Casey. "I went through the same process when I got a badge. Every clothing-free employee goes through it. Security needs four photos of you for your I.D. badge. Only one of those photos is of your face. The other three are of your breasts, your buttocks and your -- well -- womanhood. Speaking of which, I really hate to tell you this but you're going to have to sit down on that chair over there and spread your legs for the second pose. It's kinda mandatory."