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As the entire cheer camp free-falls down the side of the skyscraper, it's "so far, so good!" A sudden stop against a hard surface awaits them.

Coach Easterling still has to go through delousing, to include being shaved by Lucy.

"Without asking, he casually lifted the hem of Coach Easterling's pajama top to get a closer look at the red patches on her stomach, almost revealing the bottom of her breast in the process."

Then there are camp pictures--I still predict that they won't have any when the photos take place!

Delousing has been a thing for more than a hundred years. Rooster was kind--delousing usually meant shaving the scalp, too, Also past the century mark is a gas chamber where soldiers were tear-gassed while wearing their masks, "and now take off the masks." A second part of chemical warfare training is decontamination--tossing the gas-soaked clothes in either an incinerator or a series of washing machines, depending on which war gas was used. Fresh air and sunshine is an effective decontamination combination most of the time. Showers. Lots of soap and water. Sometimes the showers had to be cold--is the final rinse going to be a relaxing hot shower or will everybody suffer from cold, hard nipples while they air dry?

That's a lot of ba ba bare sheep, but where are the three horny goats (aka teenage boys).
I'm guessing they are at the final station: de-lousing. And do I remember right they can't get back inside the building (where their clothes are)
until after the fogging. There will be plenty of time left in the day for some practice outside, as the lucky grandsons of Rooster watch.

Dare Me - Chapter 16 - Wait, What Happened at Camp? (Part 15)

Lucy had been busy getting ready for her time to shine. Given very little guidance, she had been forced to improvise the furniture of her shearing station. Knowing how critical it is to have good lighting when you're shaving in tight crevasse, she found a well-lit spot and dragged a bench over from the mess hall for herself to sit on. She backed wooden chairs to each end facing opposite each other. Then she placed a higher stool in front of her for the patient to sit on.

Hanna brought the first three naked, dripping girls in and handed custody over to my sister. Lucy briefly explained the importance of what she was about to do. Needing protection from UV light to survive, the little pests were drawn to any type of covering. On a sheep, that would be their thick wool coat. On a human girl, any clothing or hair would suffice. All these hiding spots had to be either removed or treated for the delousing process to truly succeed.

Rooster's shampoo, while effective at eliminating the little bugs and their eggs in even the thickest hair and clothing, was also a very caustic substance in its undiluted state. Even brief contact with any soft tissue - a young lady's delicate flower, for example - could be quite painful and result in severe damage. That's where Lucy and her unique talent stepped in.

The three girls shied away initially, neither one wanting to be the first to submit to the ominous straight razor. But eventually the captain stepped up. Crystal had seen Lucy perform amazing feats under immense pressure over the past two days and decided the overachieving sevie had done enough to warrant a little faith. Still, it must have been hard to put her most precious body part in Lucy's hands.

Following Lucy's instructions, she climbed onto a bar stool and leaned back into a recline. She extended her hands and placed them on a smaller stool behind her to prop herself up. Then she placed one foot on each of the widely spaced chairs in front of her. Like all the cheerleaders, she excelled at flexibility and was capable of holding this near split position without discomfort or strain. The only real discomfort was emotional due to being forced to lewdly present her splayed pussy mound for shaving.

Being located near the mess hall, Lucy had filled a bucket with hot water from the kitchen. Dipping her brush into the bucket, she worked the bowl of shaving cream into a thick lather then sat down between Crystal's legs and approached her captain’s defenseless mound. The freshman sucked in a gasping breath, but held her pose as the diligent seventh grader painted her pussy with a fresh coat of white cream.

Since they were all due to receive the same treatment shortly, the other girls watched Lucy work with great personal interest. She wielded the razor like a pro; each careful but skilled swipe of the blade removed a little more of Crystal's precious pubic hair. Knowing the queue would continue to grow, she went about her work quickly and efficiently.

At the end, Crystal stood up. She could feel the other girls gawking at the transformation between her legs. Lucy had reduced her to a state she had not known since before starting puberty. Her bulging mound of supple feminine flesh was just as smooth and hairless as when she was a little girl. Now that Lucy had finished shaving her, she was allowed to receive her parting gift.

Lucy did not want the girls coming through her station to suffer any needless discomfort that might come from scraping a sharp instrument over such a sensitive body part. Unfortunately, Rooster's kit had not included any kind of aftershave to prevent razor burn. But she had one last trick up her sleeve. Among the meager supplies I had allowed her to bring to camp was a certain bottle of very special lotion which never failed to make her feel better after applying it. It shows Lucy's team spirit that she was willing to contribute perhaps her most prized possession to the cause of helping her teammates recover from such a trying ordeal.

Lucy told Crystal to hold out her hand. Picking up her precious bottle of Riviera Dave's stimulating balm, she squirted some out onto the confused girl's palm and said, "keep rubbing this in down there until it's completely dry. Trust me, you'll thank me later."

Crystal looked warily at the dallop of glowing green goo in her hand, unsure if she was brave enough to put something like that on the most sensitive part of her body. Lucy had too many other patients to wait around for the indecisive captain to make up her mind. And Hanna would be back any minute with even more girls to shave. Knowing Crystal would have to do something with the lotion eventually, she turned her attention to the next girl. It was Cindy, the impolite eighth grader who had first spoken to her the day before. She pointed to the stool and said, "you're next."

Lucy was tempted, now that she had Cindy sitting buck naked across from her with her legs spread lewdly, to throw the girl's own insensitive words back at her. "What are you, some kind of nudist?" But in a magnanimous display, Lucy bit her tongue and avoided verbal retaliation. In a sign of true leadership and team spirit, she treated every girl she sheared with dignity and respect, even the ones who had done nothing to deserve it.

The delicate procedure consumed Lucy's full attention. Maneuvering the sharp blade into tight crevasses, she had to remain on constant guard in case the patient lost her nerve and flinched or tried to snap her legs closed. But even though she had to keep her eyes trained intently between Cindy's wide-open legs, she could still tell when Crystal finally made up her mind and transferred the green lotion cautiously onto her freshly shaved mound.

The sensation of feeling herself completely hairless down there elicited a gasp of initial surprise. Now that she was no longer itching, a smile of satisfaction appeared on Crystal's blissful face. As friction gradually warmed the cold lotion, Riviera Dave's stimulating chemicals went to work and encouraged her to keep massaging. Her eyes drooped and she began to make pleasant sighs.

She made such a convincing show that Cindy couldn't wait for her turn to receive a dallop of Lucy's miracle salve. By the time Hanna returned to deliver more girls to Lucy's station, Crystal and Cindy were both dutifully rubbing their freshly shaved slits to make sure every last drop of lotion would be absorbed into their systems. Pliant and trusting as newborn lambs, the two naked cheerleaders willingly followed their red-headed guide down the hall to the next stop, casually stroking themselves the whole way.

Having passed through every treatment station in the dirty zone, these were officially the first two pest-free girls on the squad. But there was still one preventative step remaining to eliminate the possibility of a relapse. They had to pass through Rooster's delousing station on the top of the hill before they could enter the clean zone.

The naked teenagers started blinking when Hanna led them through one final armory door and into direct sunlight. They took several more steps forward before it finally registered that they had exited the armory building and were now standing completely naked outside in broad daylight! Turning back in alarm they saw that Hanna had not followed them. She simply said, "wait here, I'll be back soon to take you up to Rooster," then she disappeared back inside, slamming the door behind her.

Cindy squealed like only a naked girl can and ran to huddle in the shadow of the building. Abandoned and vulnerable, Crystal covered her naughty bits and spun in place looking for an escape. But Rooster had carefully chosen this exit because it had none. The room they had just left had been designed with extra security because it used to be a processing room for arms and ammunition issuance. That's why the door had no outside handle, and the yard was surrounded by a chain link fence with barbed wire across the top. Rooster could only process one girl at a time through the delousing shack, so he needed a holding pen for the rest. Of all the places they had been through, this one most resembled an actual sheep pen.

Crystal quickly completed her scan of the yard, deducing correctly that there was no escape. But she also concluded that, despite being stuck outside without any clothes on, she was in no real danger. The armory grounds were surrounded by similar protective fencing. So, it's not like anyone was going to wander by and be able to sneak a peek at her or Cindy’s exposed treasures.

They would just have to wait patiently for Hanna to come and let them out like she promised. Walking over, she huddled in the shadows with her younger teammate. They didn't know how long they would have to wait. Their guide had only promised that she would be back "soon".

This was an intentional tactic of imprinting the station before introducing more sheep to the pen. While they waited, the pretty maidens felt Riviera Dave's stimulating lotion saturating their bodies. And the longer they stood there with nothing bad happening to them, the more relaxed they became. They had to wait for Hanna to go all the way back to the beginning, moving each small group of girls one station forward.

Back at the shaving station, Gabi's shapely hips and athletic legs gave her the largest thigh gap on the team. Before Lucy got to it, the space had formerly been filled with a beautiful mat of dark, curly pubic hair. Gabi actually shivered the first time she stood up and a breeze wafted over her plump little chocolate pussy lips. Used to having a much more appropriate level of protection from both the air and prying eyes, she jumped at the excuse to place her hand down there protectively when Lucy told her to rub in the aftershave. Now that Dave's lotion was kicking in, she found she could not stop rubbing herself, even after Hanna appeared and told her and another girl to start walking down the hall.

Like the first pair, they gasped in shock when they emerged naked into the outdoor pen. But Hanna's imprinting tactic worked beautifully. As soon as they saw Cindy and Crystal huddled near the building and chatting casually with each other, the two new girls eagerly joined in the social activity.

With the holding pen operational and slowly filling, it was time to start delivering girls to Rooster's delousing shack one at a time. Separating Crystal from the herd and motioning her to follow, Hanna started walking down a sidewalk which ran away from the building. Crystal reluctantly left the relative safety of the building's shadow and her friends and padded along behind her petite, energetic guide.

Hanna used the master key hanging around her neck to unlock a gate at the far end of the yard. Stepping through, she held it open for the nervous, naked cheerleader then locked it behind them. Crystal's tender feet were no match for the hot sidewalk. She danced back and forth on her tiptoes to counteract the searing heat, wincing whenever one of her cute little bare toes landed on a jagged piece of disintegrating cement. The old, unmaintained sidewalk had been subjected to the elements for decades and had seen better days.

Fortunately, the trail to the delousing shack was not a paved one, so Crystal's burning feet were spared serious harm. Leaving the hot, baking sidewalk behind, the girls walked down a worn, dirt path which ran parallel to the armory building and led in the general direction of barrack hill. When they reached the end of the building, Hanna marched confidently around the corner to find where the path met up with another one.

Crystal, still adjusting to the sensation of being naked outside, had a little more trouble. Every step took her further from her friends and her clothes. Following this new path meant leaving the armory behind. The entire property was surrounded by a chain link fence. But that only provided security, not privacy. If she followed her guide, she would be completely exposed from every direction with no shadow to retreat into should someone spot her.

But watching Hanna's bouncing red curls grow smaller and smaller made her swallow her modesty. If she was going to be caught out naked, she would rather be near a teammate than stuck by herself. Rushing to catch up to her guide, she felt a puff of air blow over her pretty pink petals. That sensation, while not unpleasant, did remind her how utterly exposed she really was.

A large meadow off to their left sloped gently downward until it reached a low, forested area below them. Uninteresting, squat buildings, no bigger than two stories, made up a small industrial park on the other side of the grove. But they were far away and only the very tops of their roofs peeked between the tallest trees. Being a Saturday, the buildings were most likely empty.

Crystal had taken this path once before on the night they first arrived at camp. But doing it in the daylight with no clothes on was a very different experience. It didn't help that the path they were following angled gradually closer to the line of trees the further they went. By the time they reached the base of barrack hill, the grove loomed much closer - no more than about thirty feet away.

Scaling the hill, even barefoot and without clothes, did not pose a physical challenge. The girls were trained athletes with exceptionally fit bodies, after all, and the lower sections of the path were easy enough to follow. Nearing the top, it grew steeper and started to switchback. Some of the dirt had also eroded away so the girls had to watch their steps more closely to keep their bare feet from stepping the wrong way on a sharp rock.

Near the top, they came across an impressively large treehouse someone had built into a giant oak for the neighborhood kids. It wasn't a bad place for a tree fort since the boundary of more than one neighborhood converged on this small forest. I would have loved to have some wilderness to explore in the middle of town like that, especially if my treehouse happened to catch the occasional naked cheerleader walking by!

While the path would take them uncomfortably close to the treehouse, it was the only apparent way to reach their goal. Because the treehouse did not show any sign of occupancy, Hanna motioned for them to keep climbing. Crystal obeyed but treaded as quietly as possible just as case until they had rounded the next corner.

When they arrived at the shack, Hanna was too busy to stay any longer than it took to knock on the door of the shack and drop Crystal off with Rooster. Coming back down the hill, her thoughts were occupied with keeping her footing and figuring out what she needed to do next for her flock. She wasn't even thinking about the treehouse until she came around the corner and heard a gasp above her. Skidding to a stop and looking up, she realized that this part of the path faced a different side of the treehouse - one with a window built into its wall. And sitting in the window was a boy of perhaps eight or nine!

His eyes were as wide as saucers and his mouth hung open. Hanna knew it was her naked appearance that had caused him to gasp. But the boy appeared to be just as surprised of the encounter with the naked cutie as she was of him. Seeing he posed no real threat - there was still a large fence between them, after all - she flashed him a conspiratorial smile and placed her index finger to her lips to make a shushing gesture. This would be their little secret, you see? Then she resumed descending the hill as fast as she safely could without tripping over a rock or errant tree root. As she rounded the next corner, the boy and the treehouse disappeared completely from view.

Thinking she had dodged a bullet, she returned to her duties, hoping none of the girls would notice the flush on her cheeks. Using the master key, she entered the armory through a different door and used a back hallway to reach the assembly hall. Coach Easterling had finished her evacuation and joined the final group of girls. Moving everyone one station along, Hanna gradually made her way back to the holding pen.

She found her naked flock huddled in the shade of the building and peering intently into the bright world beyond as if keeping a close watch for predators. They were happy to see their shepherd girl return but surprised to see her appear through the door leading two more freshly shaved lambs into the pen instead of coming down the path. They didn't know about her secret routes. Singling out the next nervous lamb for delousing, she started her second trip up the hill, this time with Cindy padding nakedly behind her.

By the time they reached the base of barrack hill, Hanna had made up her mind not to tell Cindy about the kid in the treehouse. She couldn't do her job if her sheep got spooked and stopped following orders. Maintaining calm was more important than a little modesty. So, as they approached the treehouse, she pretended like it didn't even exist and just kept climbing. Rounding the corner and heading ever upward and away from the tree, she resisted the urge to turn around and check if the boy was still up there staring at their naked, flexing bottoms while they climbed.

She held her breath until they had safely rounded the next corner. Then she breathed a sigh of relief at having successfully led an unsuspecting, naked lamb safely past the treehouse and its occupant.

When they arrived at the shack, the suddenly shy eighth grader covered her privates while Hanna knocked on Rooster's door. Crystal had already been processed and released to follow a second path which led down the other side of the hill and into the clean zone. Rooster appeared in the doorway wearing what looked like a hazmat suit. Covered head to toe in protective plastic, he even had a full mask over his face with breathing vents that made it look like a gas mask.

He acknowledged Hanna with a nod, but treated Cindy like he would one of his livestock. Grabbing the stuttering, naked blonde by her upper arm before she could back away from him, he wrestled her into the shack and shut the door. Hanna just turned and walked away. Two down, twenty-two to go.

Knowing she could not avoid it, she steeled herself for another embarrassing encounter with the boy in the treehouse. Sure enough, coming around the corner, she saw him sitting in the window silently watching her descend. His mouth wasn't hanging open anymore, but his eyes were still wide and unblinking. He didn't want to miss a second of the pretty little naked redhead. Walking toward him, she could not prevent him from seeing her entire front side, including the puckered wrinkle between her legs and her bright red nipples which matched her hair perfectly. When she looked up at him, he raised his finger to his mouth and mimed a shush like she had done the last time they met. Hanna nodded, hoping that meant they had come to an understanding, and resumed walking down the hill.

She returned to the holding pen to retrieve Gabi. Having already watched two of her naked teammates be willingly led away, Gabi reluctantly agreed to follow Hanna. But she was even more skittish than the first two girls. She made sure her privates stayed covered with her hands the whole journey and she jumped at every little sound. At one point, on the distant road that ran in front of the property, an eighteen-wheeler blasted its horn. Gabi collapsed to the ground, curling into a little ball of shivering dark flesh. When the moment of panic had passed, Hanna was able to cajole the startled cheerleader off the ground and resume their hike.

Because of the way Gabi kept looking around wildly as they walked, Hanna worried that she would notice the boy in the treehouse and refuse to finish the climb or even flee back down the hill. As they approached, Hanna kept her head down and tried not to draw attention to it. Gabi stared warily at the ominous fort as they passed. But that was her only reaction to it. Passing without incident, Hanna’s curiosity got the best of her, and she had to look up. To her surprise, the boy wasn't there!

After dropping Gabi off with Rooster, she rushed back to the treehouse to confirm what she had seen. Sure enough, it really was empty! She didn't stop to wonder where the boy had gone. She was just happy she didn't have to tiptoe around it with the rest of her sheep or repeat the humiliating encounter anymore.

Sadly, Hanna's good fortune did not last. After taking a turn progressing the final groups, she added more shaved sheep to the holding pen then singled out another girl to lead up the hill. On the way up, the treehouse was still empty, but her luck ran out on her downward journey. Rounding the corner, she looked up into the window and felt a new blush form on her cheeks. The boy was back, but that's not why she had blushed. It's because he had brought someone else with him into the fort! This second observer, perhaps a brother, looked to be at least Hanna's age or older. That made her embarrassment even worse.

"HOLY SHI-" the older one started to say only to be interrupted by the younger boy's hand clamping over his mouth. The younger boy shushed his companion urgently. This was serious business. The older boy agreed to hold his tongue as long as he got to keep watching the pretty naked redhead continue her hike. Hanna scampered down the hill and away from view as fast as she could manage. The whole walk back to the armory, she fretted about what to do. One little boy was bad enough. But two?! And one her age? The situation was quickly growing out of control.

On the next trip, her cheeks started blushing early. She tried to project calm for the sake of the girl she was leading. When they reached the spot, she heard a shuffling sound coming from the treehouse. Luckily, it was drowned out by a passing breeze that happened to rustle the leaves loudly. Sending the girl on ahead, she turned back at the last second and looked up only to have her worst fears confirmed. There were now three grinning boys sitting in the window staring at her.

Thinking quickly, she summoned a stern face and raised her index finger to her pouty lips in a quieting gesture. If she was going to get all the naked girls up the hill without causing a riot, the boys in the treehouse watching them climb had to remain a secret. The three boys responded in kind, showing that they were willing to keep the peace and remain quiet; anything to keep the naked hotties parading past their window.

The joy of decontamination continues with the next chapter.

The coach's reaction will be priceless. Shorn, marched past a pair of boys in her birthday suit, glowing from green goo used as aftershave. This chapter was excellent, but the best is yet to be.

A new chapter is always a joy! I love the bravery and can-do attitude of the Sevies as they both sacrifice their own modesty for the sake of the team, but the team's modesty too! I'm super curious as to what is happening in the delousing shed...

Lucy didn't seem at all put off by having to touch the vaginal area on other girls. I wonder, is that just because of the crisis at hand? Or...?

Great chapter! I love how this is progressing!

Dare Me - Chapter 16 - Wait, What Happened at Camp? (Part 16)

Lucy performed her duties admirably and without mistake. She successfully shaved every last pubic hair from the entire junior high cheer team, even the coach!

The sevies were meant to be the last ones to leave the building, once they had completed all the stations, of course. While showering and performing the shampoo procedure, Hanna told them about the treehouse and the crowd of horny, gawking boys which had grown to at least nine by her count. Alice wanted to know if Cameron was among the group, but Hanna didn't think so. These lucky neighborhood boys shared no relation with Rooster.

Proceeding to the shearing station, Lucy lovingly shaved Alice bare before squirting a dollop of cream into her hand and telling her to rub in. Since she always kept herself shaved down there anyway and because Hanna didn't have any hair yet, Lucy assumed she was finished and started to put the shaving supplies away.

But when she turned back around, she saw Hanna sitting on the stool with a proud, expectant smile on her face. Eager for her turn to be shaved, she was performing a perfect split and straining to keep her cute little mound thrust forward to the best of her ability. Lucy didn't have the heart to point out that Hanna didn't need a shave because her pussy was already completely hairless. Instead, she simply worked up a lather and painted it on so her friend wouldn’t feel left out.

Beside them, Alice let out a surprising sigh as she got her first taste of Riviera Dave's simulating chemicals. Out of the corner of her eye, Lucy could see Alice increase her pace of massage, but had to remain focused on the task at hand. Carefully scraping away the cream from Hanna’s tender mound a little at a time, she once again revealed the beaming girl's puffy pink petals. As soon as she finished, Hanna stood up and immediately stuck out her hand. Having enviously watched every single girl on the team get to experience Lucy's magic potion, the excited redhead was not about to be left out of the fun.

Lucy gave her a dallop and she let out an adorable coo of excitement as her pouting pussy glowed green for a little while. While Lucy cleaned up her station and dumped out the buckets of water, Hanna and Alice followed along, exchanging looks of sheer joy as they continued to eagerly massage Riviera Dave's lotion into their appreciative loins.

Officially pest-free and no longer itching, the reunited sevies exited the building as one. Unsure what to do with the shaving kit and her bottle of lotion, Lucy left it in the corner. Then, they left the holding pen, which was completely empty by now, and headed down the path to barrack hill.

Hanna admitted that without the boys' complete silence, getting all the sheep up the hill would have been very contentious and laborious. Perhaps feeling frisky because of the chemicals coursing through her system, she suggested that the boys deserved a show of appreciation.

Alice and Lucy initially agreed to help, but as the treehouse came into view, the conversation lulled, and they started to have second thoughts. Walking past a group of leering boys without any clothes on is one thing. Giving them a nude performance is another.

The naked sevies held hands, walking silently past the wooden fort, and refusing to look up. When they reached the ideal spot, Hanna, who was standing in the middle, squeezed their hands and they all came to a stop. Following her quiet command, they spun in unison to face their audience.

Hanna knew what to expect, but Alice and Lucy were seeing the boys for the first time. The word had spread, drawing at least a dozen happy boys from all over the neighborhood. They crowded around the window to make sure they didn't miss a second of the show. With perky smiles and blushing cheeks, the three pretty maidens performed a simple cheer which they had just learned the previous day.

They wiggled their hips left and right in time with the chant which would have sent their cheer skirts bouncing back and forth. Unfortunately, they weren't wearing any skirts, so the boys just had to make do with their flawless, bare bodies bouncing back and forth. The girls finished by straining up onto their tiptoes and throwing their hands high into the air as if they were holding pom-poms.

Whoops and claps erupted from the appreciative audience as the girls finished their naked cheer routine and waved goodbye. Giggling and scrambling away, they could still hear the raucous applause even after rounding the corner out of sight. Perhaps the boys were holding out hope for an encore!

When the trio arrived and knocked on the door to Rooster's shack, the beleaguered, sweating rancher was in no mood for such frivolity. Ordering them to be quiet and form up on the "dirty" side of the building, he grabbed the closest girl, who happened to be Hanna, and dragged her inside.

Lucy and Alice waited several tense minutes for their friend to emerge. Having never experienced it before, none of them had a clue what went on inside a delousing shack. Made of cinder blocks with no windows or ventilation, they couldn't see Hanna getting her treatment. They did hear faint mechanical noises, but no sounds of obvious distress.

When the heavy door did finally open, Lucy peeked curiously around the corner to find a dazed, very different creature emerge than the carefree girl who had entered. Hanna was covered head to toe in a chalky, white powder and walking stiffly.

A plastic tag, rectangular and large - about the size of a drink coaster - hung from her right ear. It was bright orange with the number 019459 printed on both sides in a bold, black font clearly legible from some distance away. Rooster plucked the string from around her neck, reclaiming the master key he had loaned her and completing her transformation from a dutiful, young assistant into just another lamb in his infected herd.

Then he mumbled something through his gas mask and motioned to show Hanna where she should go. But the stunned girl either didn't hear him or didn't understand. Rooster was prepared for this possibility. He reached for a long, crooked staff which had been leaning against the wall of the shack. Brandishing it like a pro, he landed a firm swat on her flank to get her attention. He knew how to deal with an absent-minded sheep.

Hanna bleated out a cry of pain and jumped away from her new shepherd. Rubbing the sting from her bottom, she looked back to locate the dangerous weapon and finally saw where he was pointing. With a clean bill of health, she was finally free to follow the path to the clean zone. As she scurried away, Lucy could make out the same numbers as her tag, 019459, clearly painted in bright orange neon across her lily-white bottom. The shepherd girl had become one of the flock.

Lucy gulped when Rooster spun and started lumbering toward her. She and Alice both started shuffling backward, but Lucy had started a little closer. Reaching her first, Rooster grabbed her roughly by her upper arm and started walking her toward the door. He was just as strong as his grandson, Bear, and Lucy knew it would be futile to resist his pull. Glancing back, the last thing she saw before he dragged her into the shack and slammed the door was Alice looking pensively around the corner at her.

Inside, the very air stung Lucy's eyes and they started to water immediately. With no windows to let in natural light and only a single bulb for the whole space, she fought with her eyelids to get a better view. But they insisted on squinting to keep out the irritating dust.

The shack was no bigger than a modest bedroom. Rooster didn't wait for the confused girl to get acclimated. Picking up a cotton sack which he used to subdue other nervous lambs, he threw it over her head and dragged her to a marked spot in the middle of the room. Now she couldn't see anything except shadows and vague shapes. Placing her hands on top of her head, he spread her stance far enough for the powder to reach everywhere it needed to go.

Walking in a circle, he started pumping some kind of mechanical spray gun. A fine powder burst from the nozzle, and quickly coated every inch of her exposed body. Not even the most intimate recesses were spared. The delousing medicine had been heavily diluted with a gentle talcum, similar to baby powder so it would not irritate her delicate skin. It had just enough of the harsh chemical mixed in to deter future pests and prevent another outbreak.

After several circuits, he yanked the sack off her head then uttered something through his mask. Because he was pointing the nozzle directly at her face, she guessed he had said "hold your breath". She obeyed, closing her eyes as a puff of powder drenched her entire head.

He pulled her over to a small table and sat down on a three-legged stool. Setting the sprayer down, he wrote something in a ledger book then picked up an orange tag labeled 019460. Grabbing her roughly by her ear, he tugged it closer to his face. Somehow, despite the dim light, the thick air, the weathered, plastic mask distorting his vision, and his old eyes, Rooster managed to thread the wire directly through the tiny hole of her pierced earlobe on his first try. Lucy never did figure out how he pulled that one off.

Securing the tag into place with a special device that looked like a staple gun, he spun her around and bent her over his knee. He held her down easily with one big hand in the small of her back. Lucy had seen the paint on Hanna's bottom, so she guessed what was coming. She wasn't afraid and didn't struggle. But she had to wonder what the other girls had thought when he had done this with them. There aren’t many activities that involve a pretty girl being bent naked over an old man's lap. At least, not many that end well for the girl!

As she lay patiently, a funny thought struck her. Coach Easterling must have gone through this same process as well. She could imagine the surprised, naked coach putting up a much more spirited resistance at being forced to present her rump to be painted.

"Mr. Rooster, I find this highly irregular!"

The thought made her snicker.

Removing the lid from a bucket near his feet, Rooster picked up a tapered, one-inch brush and dipped it into the orange paint. Then, with a practiced stroke, he painted six numbers across the right flank of Lucy's lovely bottom. Standing her up and re-covering the bucket, he escorted her to the door and flung it open.

As her eyes adjusted to the daylight, she saw Alice peeking warily around the corner of the shack. She flashed her friend a smile to let her know she was ok and that there was nothing to worry about. Then, hearing Rooster mumbling something, she remembered the wooden staff that he had struck Hanna's backside with and bounded away before he could reach for it. That girl was particularly keen to avoid getting spanked.

Weight lifted off her shoulders as she found the path and descended into the safe zone to join her fellow disinfected sheep. The rash was completely gone, and every part of her body just felt...cleaner. The very air she breathed seemed fresher than before. She even found the path easier to navigate, but that's partially because it was a gentler slope than the one on the far side of the hill.

She arrived at the flat, grass-covered drill yard which backed up to one wall of the armory with a fence around the other three sides. It made an ideal "clean" zone. A happy flock of healthy, naked sheep were milling about the yard contented as can be. Several girls came over to greet Lucy when she arrived, their orange tags flapping comically as they ran. Seeing how she had rallied the other sevies to step up and volunteer when the squad needed them most, they revered her as their hero.

Coach Easterling stood at the edge of the yard not far from the building. She was holding her trusty clipboard and fretting over the top page. Either she had smuggled it through the delousing process without Rooster knowing or somehow successfully argued that she should be allowed to keep it.

If she had won that single argument with Rooster, she had lost all the other ones. She had not avoided the humiliating transformation into livestock and was dressed exactly like all the other sheep. By “dressed”, I mean she was completely naked with a bright orange tag through her ear and the numbers 019458 painted neatly across her substantial right flank. Even her trademark "hot teacher" hairstyle, the messy bun held up with pencils had not survived the delousing process. Her normally neat, silky black hair was covered in white powder and looking rather ragged after drip-drying.

She wasn't the only camper with pitiful hair. If you shook your head vigorously enough, you could create a cloud of white powder in the air around you. It didn't help that Rooster had confiscated all the brushes and ties. But this just so happened to play into another of Lucy's strengths. When she asked if anyone wanted help fixing their hair, Hanna, already familiar with my sister's exceptional hairstyling talents, jumped at the offer.

Lucy appraised Hanna's unruly curls for a moment before going right to work. She smartly chose twin braids, a simple but attractive, universal style that required little maintenance and was hardy enough to hold up the rest of the day. Improvising with the tools available to her, she commandeered some twine she found running along the fence and used it to tie off Hanna's short pigtails.

Sporting her usual, perpetual smile, Hanna bounded happily around the pen as soon as she was released, letting out playful unrestrained giggles of sheer joy. The short, red tails sprouting from either side of her head bounced around like antennae when she ran. It was an overly childish hairstyle which made the undeveloped teen, already the second youngest on the team next to Lucy, look even younger than she was. No one would challenge her if she claimed to be a ten-year-old!

Rooster's chemicals had to be contributing to Hanna's euphoric mood, though I doubt she knew enough to make a connection between the two. But Alice, seeing her teammate's hair problems solved, was convinced to volunteer to be next. The other cheerleaders soon followed suit, forming an eager line to take advantage of Lucy's gracious offer of hairstyling assistance.

Alice, with her prim demeanor and slender grace, tended to exude maturity beyond her thirteen years. But running around stark naked in pretty, blonde pigtails and a complete lack of hair anywhere on her smooth body, she looked positively precocious!

Alice and Hanna weren't the only ones affected by the juvenile hairstyle Lucy had chosen. A couple of eighth graders were also transformed into children. I found every bit of information about the eighth graders particularly interesting since they were my age and in a lot of my classes. The girls in my grade always tried so hard to look as mature and grown-up as possible at school. But stripped of all their clothes and makeup, not to mention their pubic hair, several were forced to tell a different story about their physical development.

Little Suri (019454) had inherited her mother's petite facial features and slight frame. Putting her hair into braided pigtails like a Japanese schoolgirl and shaving all the hair between her skinny legs did her no favors. Only her perky, almost conical breasts with plump, rosy nipples saved her from being mistaken for a pre-pubescent child.

But poor Cara (019450) was no longer able to keep her secret. She was a gorgeous blonde with what appeared to be a rocking body that could have rivaled any of the other girls, even the freshmen...when viewed from behind. Now stripped of her clothes and dignity, the truth came out. Someone had forgotten to tell the fourteen-year-old's breasts it was time to come in. It turns out, naughty Cara had been resorting to stuffing her bras to keep up with the other girls her age. In reality, she had nothing but the slightest bee stings on her chest! If anyone could benefit from Riviera Dave's miracle growth serum, it was her!

Speaking of good old Dave, Lucy noticed an interesting phenomenon taking place among the girls in the yard. Waking up with an itchy rash, finding out you have to undergo a thorough treatment for wool lice, and being driven from the building into broad daylight buck naked after being completely sheared of your pubic hair would traumatize any young lady. There was only one silver lining to what all had happened to them that day. And that thing was Lucy's peculiar, green aftershave.

Believing it a necessary step to prevent razor burn, the girls had dutifully applied it even though they must have felt awkward at first rubbing such an intimate place right in front of their teammates. Some girls may have stopped after the lotion was completely rubbed in and no longer green. But that's the thing about Dave's formula. Once the stuff enters your body, it does not dissipate quickly, but lingers in your system. It can cause even the slightest physical stimulation - something like a little, normally harmless petting, for example - to generate these little pulses of tingling warmth which encourages a person to keep going. The effects also add up over time and can be satisfying...very satisfying. Trust me, I know what I'm talking about here.

After visiting the delousing shack and being deposited into the drill yard to await further instructions with the other sheep, every girl would eventually find her hand lured back between her legs. It could be a passing breeze blowing softly over her hairless mound, tempting her to marvel at the novel sensation of her bare, perfectly smooth sex. Or maybe it was just idle curiosity.

Whatever it was, every girl eventually gave in to the temptation. By then, without ever speaking a word about it, the naked squad had sort of silently adopted the soothing act as a socially acceptable practice within the group. Any girl, at any time, was free to engage in gently petting herself while she chatted with her friends.

Well, that's not exactly true. Ironically, there was one girl who could not participate in the fun, new activity going on around her even though she had been the one to share the special lotion to begin with. The terms of Lucy's dare strictly forbade stimulation of any kind between her legs. She knew that even a casual massage counted as playing with yourself in my book. And while I regret that she did not get to enjoy the physiological response provided by Rivera Dave's special formula that day, her dare was more important to keep her delicate chemical pathways flowing. In the end, Lucy would get her reward. She would just have to show a little patience.

And now--"The laundry room is on fire!"--

This story is taking incredible twists and turns! I can't wait to see what happens next!

student wrote: ↑Wed Dec 20, 2023 9:40 am And now--"The laundry room is on fire!"--

Oh this would be one heckuva twist to happen. Nothing like a bunch of naked cheerleaders being led around by an equally naked cheer sponsor!!!