The start of Lauren’s first day

Lauren woke up from a nightmare of being seated at a restaurant with every boyfriend she ever had while she dined naked. She was **** to eat from the kids’ menu, strapped into an oversized booster seat and all anyone talked about was her chest and how she had tricked them and how she was just a little girl. She was sweating and panting heavily as she tried to calm herself.

She took deep breath and started to look around and she wasn’t in her own bed. She was wearing a gown and remembered her terrible decisions from the previous day that brought her here. She also remembered the kind nurse and doctor. They thought they could make her accept herself. She also remembered what she saw in the mirror the night before and wondered if that was possible.

She got up and walked around her room which wasn’t much more than a bed, a mirror, and toilet. She had to pee so she lifted her gown and got on the toilet. She peed and got flashbacks of peeing naked in front of Dan and Jenna into a plastic cup. She wiped and remembered Dan wiping her like a child. She flushed and she tried to calm herself but she would have to live with that memory and many others for the rest of her life.

She wondered how long she’d have to wait for the morning to start. It felt bizzare that a gown felt like a complete outfit after what she’d been put through the day before. What she put herself through because she was ashamed of who she was.

A new nurse ,not Karen, opened her door and entered.

“Hi i’m Nurse Lindsey. How are you feeling?”

“Okay I guess.”

“Are you ready to start your day?”

“I think so.”

“Okay please follow me.”

Lauren left her room and followed the nurse clad only in the gown. She was lead down the hall to a communal shower area but it was empty. She was scared of having to bathe in front of others, them seeing all of her. Even just this new nurse seeing her body would be very trying. She didn’t want to have to do that.

“You must be pretty special, Lauren.”

“Why do you say that?” Asked Lauren nervously.

“Well you’re a level one who’s allowed to bathe themselves. That’s almost unheard of. It even goes beyond that: my instructions are also that you bathe alone with no supervision.”

Lauren felt like she was catching a lucky break but she was very curious.

“Level 1?”

“A brand new patient. It refers to the level of trust we have in someone. Level 1 means brand new or completely untrustworthy, obviously you’re just brand new. Each level gets you new privileges in the facility. It goes up to level 5 when you usually get released.”

“How do you move up?”

“Making progress in self-care, recovery and commitment to the process. It’s different for everyone.”

“Okay.”

“So why don’t you freshen up. It seems like you had a long day yesterday. This door will be locked from the outside so just knock when you’re ready to come out.”

The nurse left. She felt like she was being pitied but also grateful that she’d be alone and not have to show her body.

She removed the gown and looked down at her flat chest. The only view she ever really had of it for years before looking in the mirror yesterday. She turned on the water and it got warm quickly.

First she washed her hair with shampoo and started to feel pretty good under the warm water. Then she got a bar of soap and washed off the dirt, grime, cum, and sweat from the previous day. She soaped her chest and stomach feeling self conscious before doing the rest of her body. Her last stops she had to be extra gentle on on because her pussy and anus which still were recovering from yesterday.

She toweled off and put the gown back on and knocked on the door. The nurse opened it and let her out. She was then led down another hall.

“Hope everything went okay.”

“It did.” Said Lauren trying to sound okay.

The moisture from the shower caused the gown to stick to her a little showing more of her flat chest and baby fat but the nurse didn’t notice or at least didn’t say anything. Lauren was embarrassed though. She also still felt weird being barefoot and pantieless but she couldn’t do much about it. She could feel air on her ass and tried to adjust the gown but it proved futile.

She was then led to the same waiting area as yesterday.

“So everyday you’ll have an individual session and then later in the day group therapy, both are run by doctor Sheryl. In between you’ll be in the common area with other patients for leisure and eating. Then after group is dinner and then back to your room. Lights out is around 8.”

“Okay, thank you.”

“Just wait here and the doctor will be with you shortly.”