Transformations DiversityChapter 16
- 1 year ago
- 33
- 0
Transformations: DiversityChapter 29 free porn video
[Nancy, Ron & Julia] Late January
"We certainly didn't plan for anything like this," Ron Merker lamented.
"I couldn't believe it when the Halls did it to Brett," Nancy admitted. "When I threatened Chelsea with the same thing, I wasn't serious. I'm afraid I am, now."
"Brett's punishment was supposed to be a one-time thing," Julia said to the Merkers as they sat in her Transformations office. Julia had come into the office that Saturday morning after her breakfast with Terry, Trish, Connie, and Jed. "I agreed to have Chelsea stay here because it got your cooperation with Brett. This wasn't part of the deal."
"We honestly thought that seeing what happened to Brett would get through to her," Ron said. "Dr. Waxman, it's either this or drug rehab. We will not wait until she is hopelessly hooked." Nancy was nodding in agreement.
"Next time, there might not be a friend who was sober enough or cared enough to call us. I don't think she knows how many boys took her."
"Have you had her tested? Oh, that's right. You work at the hospital. Did they do the rape kit?" Julia asked. Ron nodded.
"Because of my connections, I was able to get it without the police being involved," Ron explained. "We'll have the DNA of any boys who came in her. The pretense of STD tracking was enough justification."
"Was last night the only time she's been this bad?" Julia asked.
"It was the worst, but not the only time we had to fetch her. You remember what got Brett in here. I thought at the time that it was more Chelsea's fault, and I was probably right."
"You know, it won't do any good if she leaves every day to go to school," Julia pointed out.
"We know that. Even if it costs her a semester, it's better than the worst case. We should be able to work out something like Brett did."
"We're not a rehab facility, though," Julia insisted. "What if it doesn't do any good?"
Nancy answered that. "She's not tough like Brett. She won't be able to ignore being naked. It will be very traumatic for her. I think she will change pretty quickly."
"How long do you think it will take?"
Nancy shrugged. "We'll leave that up to you."
"You know that I don't have much time to spend with the kids," Julia lamented.
"We know this is an intrusion and a distortion of what this place is for. But look, the kids seem willing to try to help other kids. They were all wonderful to Brett, even though he didn't deserve it. You have great kids here. I think the boys will be as respectful of Chelsea as the girls were of Brett. You won't even need a designated irritant like Connie was."
"You picked that up, huh?" Julia said with a chuckle.
"Look, Julia ... uh, Dr. Waxman," Nancy said, "Your whole philosophy is based on using nudity to achieve change. It works!"
"We're not sure of that with Brett."
"I know you're the shrink, but I'm sure there will be some big changes. We want it to work for Chelsea."
With a sigh, Julia said "All right. I'll talk to the kids. You're right. They really are special, aren't they? Are you going to do a grand entrance like Brett's?"
"No, we have something different planned for Chelsea. She should just about be waking up when we get home. Thank you, Dr. Waxman. We owe you."
[Chelsea] Late January
As it turned out, Chelsea was still asleep when Nancy and Ron got back to the house. The other kids, an older sister, Karin, and a younger brother, Bud, had been up for a long time. It took another half hour to get everything organized for what they felt they had to do.
Ted then went up to Chelsea's room, pulled the covers from her naked body, and shook her shoulder until she woke up. She went through the usual disorientation, which seemed to be shortened when she noticed that she was naked in front of her father. She made a grab for the covers, but he stopped her.
"Dad! I'm naked!"
"Of course you are. That's how we found you last night. It must be how you prefer to be."
"You f ... found ... what ... how? But Dad! You shouldn't see me like this!" She huddled into a ball on the bed.
He took her by both upper arms and hauled her from the bed. She struggled, trying to cover herself until he swatted her sharply on her ass. Her reflexive reach back to the wounded area left her exposed.
"Now, quit this covering up nonsense," he said sharply. "There's nothing about your body that I don't know about. I got to wash semen off of you last night and douche it out of your vagina. I think I know your body pretty well by now."
Chelsea let out a shriek after hearing that and started to cry. Ron wanted to hug her and comfort her, as he had done so many times. That was not the time for it, though. "Now, get in the bathroom and do your business," he said sharply. He walked her to the bathroom and stood waiting outside the door.
He had to wait several minutes, but the mixed anger and sadness that was building in him kept him from getting impatient. Ron loved all three of his children, but he had to reluctantly admit that Chelsea had always been his special one. He and Nancy had debated long and hard about how to deal with Chelsea's wild streak and the bad circle of friends she had chosen.
All of the loving, conscientious parenting that worked so well for Karin and Bud had failed to keep her out of trouble. What Ron most wanted to do with his daughter was to love her and to celebrate all of the wonderful things that a normal teenager could enjoy. Bad friends and drugs were endangering that.
What he was about to do was extremely harsh, probably cruel, and quite likely illegal. The others had been very reluctant to go along, but their large extended family was close, supportive, and loving on both sides. This would strain some relationships, but he felt that it had to be done.
Ted knew of too many parents who had watched their teens slide into addiction, crime, disease, prostitution, and death without taking drastic enough action to stop it. Maybe he could not stop it, but he was drawing the line then and now.
He knew that his baby might very well end up hating him after today. In his mind, it was a sacrifice he would have to make if it saved her life and her future.
When Chelsea emerged from the bathroom, she had a towel wrapped around her. With a quick grab, he yanked it away, causing her to shriek.
He took her by the upper arm and turned toward the stairs. "Let's go downstairs."
"Dad! I gotta dress!"
"You're wearing just what you will be wearing for a while," he snapped.
"But ... but ... I can't! Bud might be there, and..."
"Of course Bud's there. So what? If you can be naked around all your friends, it sure can't bother you to let your loving family see you, can it?"
"No! No! You can't make me do this! Why are you doing this, Daddy? Please! Please! I won't be bad any more! I promise!!"
Although he had hoped it would not be necessary, Ron gave up. He had some velcro handcuffs in his pocket and he quickly got her hands cuffed behind her back. That really drove her into a panic. She started screaming and jumping around frantically, not able to believe what her daddy, her idol, her protector, had done to her. She was terrified of what might happen next.
The cuffs had a dual purpose. Of course, they made her more controllable, but they almost made her more exposed. For some time, she had shaved her pubic hair completely off. She was a thin girl with minimal breasts and a small, tight, ass. Her best physical asset was definitely a very sexy pussy, so she accentuated it. Until the night before, Ron had not seen her pussy since she reached puberty. Obviously, many of her friends and acquaintances had. Since she wanted to flaunt that pussy, the cuffs would make certain that it was completely visible.
He kept hold of her upper arm, hoping that his grip would not leave any bruising, although there were already several bruises on her from the night before. It took a couple of minutes before the tantrum subsided.
"Chelsea, I know you have heard us say that something will hurt us more than it hurts you, and it has never been more true than right now. I am going to ask you just once: are you going to cooperate and take what's coming, or do I need to give you a very, very hard spanking right now?"
Disbelief, confusion, and fear warred on the girl's face for a while. "Honest, Daddy, I'll never do anything like that again. I've learned my lesson. Please! Let me go! Let me get dressed!"
"Chelsea, Sweetheart, how many times have you made that promise already?" The only answer to that was more tears.
"Now, you have a tough choice, Honey. I'm going to make you do some very hard, very humiliating things. I AM going to make you do them. Your choice is how you act. You can cry, scream, swear, and let everyone know how horribly you're being abused. Or, you can decide that you're getting just what you deserve and take it like an adult."
Without saying any more, he led her down the stairs, carefully supporting her so she wouldn't stumble because of her hands being cuffed behind her. When they reached the family room, his task was to keep her on her feet because she did her best to collapse into a heap, screaming at the top of her lungs.
Spread across the other side of the family room, totally silent and staring right at Chelsea, was a good portion of their extended family. Both sets of grandparents, four aunts or uncles and their spouses, and eight cousins, including five boys and three girls in their teens or early twenties.
Ted nodded to Chelsea's favorite uncle, Nancy's closest brother, and he came right over to hold Chelsea's other arm and help keep her upright. She reverted to three-year-old behavior, trying her best to be dead weight. Ron had to use his left hand, but he delivered a slap on her bare bottom that resounded through the room.
The slap worked. It brought her out of the fit or tantrum or whatever it was that she had gone into. She stood, shoulders slumped and eyes on the floor, no longer struggling.
Deciding that the time was right, Ron leaned over and talked softly in her ear. "I don't want you to have those handcuffs on, Honey. I just hate that idea. If you will promise me that you will stand here and face the people who love you without trying to cover anything up, I will take them off. Can you promise me that?"
She was only able to nod her head, but he accepted that as her answer. When her hands were released, they shot immediately to her front, as he had expected. He hissed sharply "You promised." It took several seconds, but her hands did drop.
It was time for Ron to talk to the group. "Nancy and I have always been proud of you, our family," he said to the group. "We could not ask for more love and support, and we have tried to return that. This may be the most extreme request any of us have made of the others. I know that you parents are not happy about your children being here, looking at Chelsea standing naked in front of you. The fact that you brought them here says a lot.
"Today is a crisis point for our family - Nancy's and my family and our extended family. It gives us hope that we can get through this because all of you are in this with us.
"Why are we doing something so extreme? Why is Chelsea standing here naked?
"First of all, let me tell you what happened last night, at least as much as we know." He retold everything in explicit detail. Chelsea and several other people cried through most of the telling.
"Why is she naked? She thought is was exciting to show herself this way at that party last night. She wanted everyone to see every part of her, even her labia, with nothing in the way. If showing herself is important to her, we want her to show herself to the people who care, not those who want to use and abuse her.
"I love Chelsea with all of my heart. Nancy loves her with all of her heart. Chelsea is a wonderful, loving daughter most of the time. She is that way to all of you. But I can almost believe the business about being demon possessed, because nothing else could make Chelsea do the things she has done a few times lately. It is like she is not the same person.
"How bad is it, really, you might ask? She hasn't done this very many times, has she? In my job, I am aware of far too many teens who get too far down the road to destruction before their parents take serious action. We will not take that chance with Chelsea. We love her too much. She may hate us for what we are doing, but we can live with that if we never have to identify her OD'd body in a morgue; if we never have to stand masked outside her isolation room as she dies of AIDS; if we never have to try to comfort her because some sexually transmitted disease stole her ability to bear children; if we never have to feed her, bathe her, and wipe her ass as an adult because drugs fried her brain."
At that point, Chelsea was shaking so hard that Ron and the uncle had to work to keep her upright.
"From here, we are taking Chelsea to Lindsey's Place." She gasped at that revelation, already guessing that she was about to suffer what Brett had been through.
"Lindsey's is a refuge for good kids forced to live in terrible home situations. Chelsea will essentially be a slave to the other residents - a naked slave. We have not worked out the schooling situation yet, but we know that she will not be going back to her school until we can be sure that the so-called friends who have led her astray have no more hold on her.
"We treasure the love and support of all of you. I am going to ask you for two things. First, if you will all accompany us to Lindsey's, it will show Chelsea that we love her regardless of what she has done. Second, if you will all promise to visit her as frequently as you can. It is an exceptional place with some great kids. They serve wonderful food at a modest price to visitors. Chelsea might very well be your naked server, but there will be plenty of time to visit with her and to see how she lives."
Ron had purposely tried to upset Chelsea, and he had succeeded. He was serious about the family visiting. She was now sobbing violently beside him.
She did not yet know it, but Tom, her fifteen-year-old cousin with whom she had always been very close, was going to stay with her at Lindsey's through that night, just to be sure there was someone she knew. None of them were aware that Brett had agreed to stay for her first day, as well. For the first time, he would be there clothed.
The large family group all drove to Lindsey's. Although it was hard to know just what to say, they all told her of their love as she walked from the car, wearing flip-flops and with a blanket around her, but with no clothes.
It is a common reaction to be more stressed by someone close seeing one naked than if it were a stranger. That was certainly Chelsea's reaction. Brett and Tom introduced themselves to each other quickly and together took the blanket from her in the entryway. Brett had agreed to help, but it could not be said that he was happy or enthusiastic. If he had any positive feelings, he was still not of a mind to let them be seen.
There was one thing that kept Chelsea from total disintegration that Saturday. At the sight of her bare and very sexy pussy, most of the boys got hard. That was something she had become good at noticing.
Julia had spent several paid sessions with Nancy and Ron, talking about Chelsea's problems and the possible solutions. Julia believed that the girl suffered from a severe self-image problem. At fifteen, having a rather underdeveloped body could be a tough psychological hurdle for a girl.
Julia saw several things that supported her analysis. Chelsea had been shaving her pubes completely for over a year. As a rule, that was the last thing an underdeveloped teen girl would want to do, since it tended to make her look even younger and more 'little girlish'. Most girls would have at least left a visible patch of hair.
Somewhere along the line, perhaps in the locker room or maybe at a sleepover, a friend or friends must have complimented Chelsea on how sexy her pussy looked. It was one piece of acknowledged sex appeal for her to hang onto.
For a girl desperate for approval of her sexuality, her one erotic feature did her no good if no one saw it. Reports that Nancy and Ron received about some of Chelsea's escapades indicated that she would take any opportunity to be bottomless and show off her most erotic feature.
A neighbor at one sleepover house had reported to Ron that several girls were romping in the back yard naked or bottomless, even though there was no privacy screening. He reported three boys standing and watching, but that was all that was known for sure.
Nancy and Ron were by no means careless or overly relaxed parents. In fact, they monitored Chelsea's activities very closely. The problem was that some of her friends who seemed very normal and average were very much into sex, drugs, and hard partying.
There was no reason, at first, to be suspicious of a sleepover with a friend who had been in their home many times. That it turned into an unsupervised mini-orgy because a girl with an adult sounding voice had pretended to be the mother on the phone was not Nancy's fault.
Every time an episode occurred, they clamped down. The problem was that in every other respect, she was such a great daughter that they could not see totally imprisoning her. They did not want to trigger rebellion that was not there.
In all, there had been five episodes, culminating in the previous night's very serious one. Nancy suspected that Chelsea had lost her cherry on the first or second one. The last one was the first time there was blatant evidence of unprotected intercourse.
In Julia's mind, Chelsea's willingness to have sex without any romantic attachment verified her strong need for sexual verification. The drug use did not necessarily tie in with anything but a general need for acceptance and perhaps a longing for the fantasies that a high could bring.
Julia had hurriedly gathered the Lindsey's residents together after her meeting with the Merkers to brief them on Chelsea's arrival. "This is not the same situation as Brett. Chelsea is not hardened like Brett. She is really a very likable person. She just gets pulled into things by some bad friends and goes wild.
"I need to warn you guys that her crotch is shaved bald, and her mother tells me it looks pretty sexy. I can't stress this strongly enough, guys. I want you all to be as friendly to her as possible, but like a close brother or cousin. At least for right now, any romantic or sexual involvement could be the worst thing for her.
"Now, all of you pay attention to this. Guys, you are going to get hard around her. It can't be avoided. Girls, it is not a sign of weakness or perversion, so don't be upset with them. The only difference from when Brett was here naked is that the guys couldn't see the dampness in your panties when you looked at him. Did I get that right, girls?"
Their nearly unanimous blushes verified her comments. "Let me just say that if any of you girls were to go naked around here, you would get the same reaction from the guys.
"The jury is still out on how much effect you all had on Brett. I know that you did a wonderful job, and I personally believe that there will be results down the road. One proof is that he agreed to come back today so there is someone here that Chelsea knows. He will be clothed. Now, perhaps to him, it is a way to exact some revenge on Chelsea for getting him in here. Even if that is his motivation, he is still doing a good thing.
"What do we hope to accomplish? Why are her parents doing this to her? Why did I agree to it? The ideal situation is that all of you would become such good friends with her that she completely forgets about the old crowd. If she and one of you guys should fall in love, that could be the thing that really removes her from her old life.
"Chelsea has a severe self-image problem. It is my theory that being accepted naked, building up her body through exercise, and just maturing a little more will give her a good enough self-image so she won't be vulnerable to the friends who pulled her down.
"How can you most help her? Well, first and foremost, Chelsea is not at all like Brett. He pretty much preferred to be left alone to make his point about how much he hated being here. Chelsea will want to do things. Get her into your games, your horseplay in the pool, whatever you're doing. Guys, don't be afraid to touch her. No one here will criticize you for it. I think you will find her to be a fun individual, once she gets over the initial shock. Remember, I have lots of experience with women who have to be naked.
"I think tonight you should have a little dance by the pool, probably in your suits. Pretend it's a regular occurrence. All of you, just treat the guys' hardons as no big deal, OK? Make sure you talk Chelsea into dancing, guys.
Geraldine
- 14.02.2021
- 16
- 0
Transformations Nice Guys ClubChapter 18
- 4 years ago
- 34
- 0
Transformations DiversityChapter 11
- 2 years ago
- 33
- 0
