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(Prompt #5: Protagonist embarrassed on stage in a play. This will be done in 5 Acts following traditional dramatic format. This is what I honestly think is the first Easter story in the history of these boards and is a story outline that I've wanted to make real for years.)




Act 1: The ...

The basis for this story were the first chapters of the story "A Vacation from Herself" by datsun240z1971. Roughly 70% of this story is written by me and 30% is from that work ...

Amazing work, best ENF story I have read in quite some time!

Great writing style, good pacing and level of detail.

I like that it is a bit heavier on the humiliation. I love the girl wearing a mask and thinking she is anonymous, but then the mask being removed and her identity revealed. Loved how ...

Contents

Day 1
Chapter 1 (below)
Chapter 2
Chapter 3

Day 2
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11

Day 3
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20

Day ...

In those days, family vacations were a lot different than they are today. It wasn't uncommon in the early seventies for families to load up the old station wagon and hit the road to experience all the wonders the greatest, Goddamned country on Earth had to offer. The trip itself often left bored ...

Dear Readers,

Thank you for taking the time to read my second attempt at sharing this long-thought story, which I’ve felt has been lost between First and Second Avenue, languishing in a ditch and struggling to find its way out. This narrative has been a journey, and I hope this latest version will ...

My name is Serena O’Sullivan. I’m 20 years old, a second-year student at Havencrest University, and I never imagined I would find myself here—sealed inside a transparent prison, on full display, yet utterly isolated. The glass walls are seamless, encasing me like some specimen meant to be studied ...

Their giggles filled the gallery as they crowded around the glass box, pointing and whispering. “Is she really in there?!” one of them exclaimed, her voice dripping with both disbelief and fascination. “Like, completely naked?”

Serena wanted to curl in on herself, to shrink away into nothingness ...

With every passing moment, her sense of self eroded further. The reality of the exhibition felt more like a nightmare, each second a reminder of her vulnerability. She longed for the night to end, for the darkness to swallow her shame, but it stretched on endlessly, leaving her feeling more trapped ...

Thursday morning arrived with a hesitant promise of freedom, though the familiar weight of dread still hung in the air. The gallery, once again filled with the morning sun, cast a warm glow over Serena’s glass enclosure. She blinked awake, the remnants of restless sleep fading as her mind began to ...