The Girl in the Mirror (Part 1) (Englisch) - Sexgeschichten

The Girl in the Mirror (Part 1) (Englisch)

... interns, Corey and Brendo," Dr. Harridance said. "Gentlemen, this is our physiology model, Miss Tami Smithers. She is a perfect physical specimen."

Tami felt odd being introduced this way. It felt ridiculous but she nodded at the three newcomers in acknowledgement.

"Dr. Abu Jamal will take you down to make out your time sheet," Dr. Harridance said, leaving Tami to depart with the high-strung colleague while he remained to discuss this new physiology model's role in Pakistani (?) with Dr. Latimer. Tami found herself shaking so much from the intensity of what she had just been through that five minutes later she had trouble signing her name to the time sheet.

. . .

When the naked girl remembered where she was, she found herself hunched into a squatting ball in front of the bathroom mirror, the towel wrapped around her shoulders and knees. Her eyes were wet and a tear had dropped onto the cold tile floor next to her big toe. Good God, here I am cowering alone in my own bathroom. She stood up and took a deep breath. I must be strong.

The naked girl turned the light off. The fluorescent buzzing stopped and in the dark there was absolute silence. She then did something which she had recently found herself doing every morning. Tilting her head upwards, eyes closed, she extended her arms up and out and prayed. The prayer had become standardized by now but was not any less hearfelt. It had two parts.

1. Please God, give me clothes.

2. If I can't have clothes, ...

... give me the strength to get through whatever awaits me today.

After another deep breath in and out, Tami turned on the light and looked at her trimmed pussy one final time. She decided to let her hair grow out. It will look weird for a while, but in a month when school starts again it should be all grown out like before. Turning to the bathtub, she turned the shower on, stepped in, and reached for the shampoo.

. . .

Martha Smithers hummed happily to herself, flipping pancakes in the kitchen. Gladly following her husband's instructions of the past few weeks, when cooking she was naked except for a wraparound apron and pumps. The little house was warm with the heat from the stove, the heat that came from the newly renovated oil burner, and with the sunlight streaming through the windows on this cold winter's day. It had not snowed yet this year in Tami's home state and the ground outside was bare and brown and hard.

Joe Smithers, age 17, was downstairs playing a video game. John Smithers, head of the household, sat in his favorite chair in the living room in his bathrobe and slippers, reading the newspapers. Across from him was his naked daugher Tami, sitting cross-legged on the couch, leafing slowly through a magazine propped on a pillow which she had placed over her crotch.

Tami sighed lazily. It was nice being at home with nothing to do. She came across a picture of a muscular black man in a swimsuit and thought of Rod. She shifted uneasily as she realized that ...