Wake up call

Waking up from another nightmare, Lauren couldn’t think straight at all. A cold sweat was pooling around her and she tried to figure out what was going on. She could only remember her dream, this time Lauren was with Jenna, still as Liz and completely naked but, May never showed up. Instead they were still at Dan’s right after she had the thermometer put in her rear.

Dan let Jenna keep the thermometer, out of concern that Lauren had a fever, so ‘Liz’ had to keep it in for the whole rest of the day. They went about errands but Lauren was never allowed to get dressed and Jenna would pick random times to check her temperature. the grocery store, at the clothing store, going out to eat, Jenna would have Lauren bend over, reach back and spread her cheeks no matter who was around and have it slowly pulled out and checked before having it reinserted. People would stop and stare and Jenna didn’t seem to care that Lauren was being constantly humiliated. Lauren didn’t get to have it taken out until the end of the day when Jenna put her to bed at night. The bed had no covers as she was not allowed even a hint of modesty.

She watched what felt like a montage of her imagined life. Every time she thought her punishment was over Jenna would find something new or something else wrong and keep her from getting dressed. Since Liz was waiting for Lauren to pick her up she was never allowed to leave, she was kept naked for weeks and every day she lived every moment in the buff. She was taken with Jenna to the market, to work, out to eat, and she never was allowed even a single stich. She was regularly allowed to be baby sat by a girl who was actually seven years younger than her when Jenna needed a break, given a bath by her, and even spanked over their knee by this much younger girl and made to stand in the corner whenever she was perceived to be doing something wrong.

In the dream Jenna realized Lauren was never coming back and eventually enrolled Liz in 7th grade. Of course she was even sent there naked and was bullied mercilessly; made fun of for her body being underdeveloped ,even for that age group, let alone the adult woman she actually was.

Every day was a new humiliation: English classes where the class wrote about her body and compared it to what it should look like, P.E. Always had her on a team by herself against the rest of the class together, Math classes where students would get to measure the angles of her body and how small her breasts were, Art classes had her model to the rest of the class, Biology classes where every inch of her was allowed to be examined and she had to pose anyway the kids asked to give a better view, and even Health classes where she was made to masturbate to model reproduction. Even the most basic privacy was denied to her when she had to pee she had to do it a sink at the back of the classroom and everyone was able to watch. Evenings weren’t any better as Jenna **** her to go hang out with adolescent girls who pretended to be her friends, join the basketball team, get a paper route, join the school play, and of course she was naked for every single moment of it.

Each year she was supposed to move up a grade but instead of being judged on her academics the teacher would measure her bust in front of the whole class and every year she would fail. She watched year after year of students go by while she was stuck there permanently.

Jenna never stopped treating her like a child and every new humiliation made it so all the things that made her Lauren were stripped away as Liz became her dominant personality, no longer pretending to be Liz but rather just being Liz. She lost her adult vocabulary, She watched children’s shows because she wanted to, became a picky eater again, she depended on Jenna as a mother figure, and she replaced all her adult interests with childish ones. She eventually forgot she ever was Lauren or that she ever was clothed, she knew was she naked and she loathed every second of it but she forgot clothing was even an option, it felt like a special privilege for everyone else that she was just denied in life.

What felt like years later Jenna and her were doing their grocery shopping. Catching her eye she saw a “Have You Seen Me?” picture of Lauren, the one with the makeup, special underwear, heels, and high class business attire, and she didn’t even know it was herself. She was Liz, a naked girl and always had been and that was her cousin Lauren, the one who had abandoned her with Jenna. The picture moved and Liz stopped to stare.

“This is better” the picture spoke. Liz was somehow not bothered by the talking picture.

“Better than what?” Asked Liz , still holding Jenna’s hand, to the picture of the beautiful woman.

“The truth.” Said the moving poster.

Suddenly Liz realized things were not right. That this wasn’t what life really was. That was when she woke up.

Lauren’s head was killing her. Reaching up to rub her head she was met with immediate resistance, her hand could not move. Having failed with her right hand she tried her left and that wouldn’t move either. She tried to kick her legs in frustration but those wouldn’t move either. Opening her eyes she found herself in her room, not her bedroom, instead the one in the hospital. She had her arms and legs bound to the bed. She reached her neck up as far as it would go and looked down at her still naked body. She could feel her bare ass on on the leather padding and her sweat was making her stick to it. The urge to pee was also overwhelming but her current predicament meant she would be peeing all over herself and laying in it so she just held it.

Seeing her pubes they were still were sparse as they always were even when grown but they were longer. She didn’t know how long she’d been there but she guessed at least a day. The memory of her breakdown and the cause came back. The whole world knew...

She stared at the ceiling bound and just tried to fall back asleep. Unable to move at all aside from her neck and slightly arching her back. now that she was thinking clearer all that did was make her see her flat chest. The cause of all this. The reason she let all this happen and let it get so far.

The thought that the real problem was her and her insecurity more so than her dainty proportions entered her mind. For some reason that made her feel worse. If she just told the truth when Jenna caught her in the hallway she’d probably be fine aside from feeling awkward when she handed her a rent check once a month. Instead she was the laughing stock of the whole world. The dream her was right: the dream was better than the truth.