Author: Captain Winky
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Summary: Jenny's shrink wants to cure her shyness. Will trips to a nude beach and a wet-t contest do the trick . . . or make things worse?
"So, tell me, what seems to be the problem?"
"Well, Doctor...." The young blonde blushed, the blush covering her face and reaching down to cover the tops of her large, well-formed breasts, barely visible over the neckline of her sundress. "I think I might be losing my mind."
"Hmmmm?"
"You see... I've got the worst luck. Somehow, every time I try to do anything in public, something always happens to my clothing. At first, I thought it was just bad luck, but lately, I've even started to suspect my best friend of trying to deliberately expose me."
"Very interesting." The psychiatrist tapped his pencil against his chin for a moment. "What, precisely, do you mean by 'something happening to your clothing?'"
"Well, for instance, there was the time I was vacuuming my car, and my clothing got sucked into the vacuum... or the time my dress got caught in the elevator doors... or when my dress got caught in the tree...."
"I see. And what about your best friend?"
"Well, for my birthday, she bought me a swimsuit, which fell apart in the water... and there have been other instances. But usually, she ended up naked, too. Besides, she's my best friend. Why would she want to embarrass me like that?"
The session continued for a while longer.
"Jenny, I think I may know what the problem is. You try to be modest - at least, your conscious mind does. But you wear light clothing, such as sundresses, which are easy to remove or tear. I believe you have an unconscious tendency towards exhibitionism, which your conscious mind rebels against. So your subconscious seeks out situations where you will be exposed by 'accident.' This is causing no small amount of confusion and embarrassment - even to the point of your blaming Ashley. Somehow, you need to work out the conflict. So... here is my suggestion."
Jenny blushed and waited with trepidation for the analyst's suggestion.
"What you need to do is find some place, such as a nude beach, where you can expose yourself in public - even though it may be embarrassing - without fear of disapproval or shame. So, my suggestion is that you spend at least one hour per day for the next week at such a place."
Jenny gulped, but said, "All right, Doctor..."
The sun beat down on the sand of the beach where Jenny and her "best friend" Ashley were setting out their towels. Jenny was trying to get over her psychological problems with nudity - as advised by her analyst - and had asked Ashley along for moral support. Almost immediately, Ashley slipped off her clothing, revealing her taut body with relatively small, but perky breasts and tight buttocks. Jenny, however, was not so comfortable....
"Come on, girl, it's a nude beach. You don't have anything that isn't being shown already," said Ashley, while thinking to herself, "A bit more of it, perhaps..."
Jenny blushed, but then sighed and took off her clothing as well. She got a couple of lustful looks from one or two of the men, but apart from that - nobody was staring at her, despite the fact she was naked, for once in her life. Still somewhat embarrassed though, she sat in something of a fetal position to minimize her exposure.
Ashley, on the other hand, was laying back, taking in the sun. "Jenny, do you really want hand-shaped tan lines? Relax, already!"
Slowly, Jenny stretched herself out on her towel. "You know," she thought, "I could almost begin to get used to this... nobody staring, nobody teasing...." She closed her eyes, relaxed, and finally went to sleep, not noticing that Ashley got up, wrapped her towel around herself, and returned to the car....
A couple of hours later, Jenny awoke with the need to use the bathroom. "Um, Ashley?"
"Yes?"
"Where are the restrooms?"
"Oh, I'll show you... follow me."
The two of them walked down the beach a bit, until they reached a rock outcropping. Ashley turned to Jenny and said, "Around there, about 20 yards further on, and past another outcropping."
Jenny walked away, oblivious to the wooden post next to the outcropping. Ashley, however, began to laugh softly as she retrieved a small metal sign from behind a loose rock, which read, "Nude Beach Ends Here. Clothing must be worn beyond this point." She also picked up the screwdriver she hadbrought from the car, and was beginning to restore the sign when a masculine voice said, "Excuse me, miss, but it's against the law to deface signs. You'll have to come with me."
Ashley turned around to see a police officer whose name tag said "Biggs". Sensing that he was not in the mood for argument, she followed him, giving him directions to where her clothing was.
"If I can just put on some clothing...."
"I'm afraid I can't allow that, miss; you might have a weapon hidden in there. I'll just take it all and search through it later." So saying, he picked up everything - including Jenny's clothes.
"Oh, well, at least the day isn't a total loss..." Ashley thought as he led her away.
"...so when I got back, I found all our stuff gone, including my clothes and the car keys. If I hadn't happened to have left a set under the back bumper...."
"It must have been distressing for you," said the analyst as he shifted position in his seat.
"That's not the word, doctor. The only reason I don't suspect Ashley is because I had to go bail her out of jail, and she was in the same type of shirt I was the time I was arrested." Jenny blushed at the memory.
"Still, before that, didn't you feel comfortable with your nudity?"
"Well... I was starting to, anyway."
The doctor nodded sagely, then turned to look into Jenny's eyes. "You see? It is not nudity so much as it is your deep-seated fear of your own sexuality. In a situation where sex is not an issue, nudity becomes much less uncomfortable for you."
Jenny squirmed a bit, doing exciting things to her assets under her light sundress, then stammered, "I... I guess so..."
"Now, the next step is to become comfortable in more sensual situations."
"What do you mean, doctor?"
"You have to learn to enjoy the fact that you are a very beautiful - and if I may say so, a very sexy woman." Jenny blushed at these words, but before she could say something, the analyst continued. "For that reason, I have a suggestion. There is a bikini contest at the beach this weekend. I suggest you enter it."
"But... doctor, I couldn't...."
"Now, Jenny... you won't be the only one there dressed like that - there will be women, both on stage, and in the audience, dressed like you. And it will give you a chance to bask, as it were, in the knowledge that other men find you desirable - that your beauty is not something to hide."
"Uh... if you say so, doctor...."
"I do. You'll be surprised at the results. Now, as much as I hate to end this session, your time is up. You can pay the receptionist...."
Jenny stood up from the couch, and left the office, the analyst's eyes following the sway of her buttocks under her dress. When she had left and closed the door, he picked up the phone and dialed out.
"Hello? Hiya, cuz.... I'm calling about this weekend...."
Jenny was nervous - incredibly nervous. On the advice of her analyst, she was about to do something she would normally never even consider - she was about to enter a bikini contest, of all things, and normally, she would not even think about wearing such an outfit, and then there was the fact she was going to be on stage, on display....
Ashley came up behind her and said, "Nervous?"
"Yes, very."
"Don't worry; I'm here with you. Besides, the beach is full of women in bikinis. You're too uptight, Jenny. You need to relax and let it all hang out."
"That's what I'm worried about!"
Ashley laughed. "Just relax. Let's get in line to sign up."
The line moved slowly, giving Jenny even more time to worry about what was to come, so by the time it was her turn to sign in, she could barely talk.
"Name?"
"J-Jenny..."
"Last name?"
"...."
Ashley rolled her eyes. "I'll handle this." So saying, she gave the young man handling the sign-ins both Jenny's information and hers.
Later, in the tent provided for the contestants to change, Jenny was so nervous and flustered she couldn't even tie the strings on her bikini. Ashley, of course, was more than happy to help. After all, Jenny's nervousness was perfect to keep her from noticing any, say, slip knots or Vaseline on the strings....
The contest began, and the contestants filed out in the order in which they had signed in, so that there were three on stage at any one time. Jenny was so distracted by the butterflies in her stomach that she didn't even hear the announcer call her name."Jenny? Jenny? JENNY!" Ashley yelled.
"Wh-what?"
"You're on!"
Jenny made her way onto the stage slowly, barely able to walk for the shakes in her legs. She got to center stage, and Ashley followed behind her. However, the combination of the slip knot, the Vaseline, and Jenny's shaking had the effect Ashley had planned for....
Jenny felt a cold sensation interrupt the hot blush that she had been wearing, looked down, and saw the all-too-familiar sight of her clothes in a pool at her feet. Some people in the crowd started whistling and cheering, and she panicked. Turning around, she started to run - and tripped over her bikini.
She grabbed the nearest thing she could to try to break her fall.
Unfortunately, this was Ashley's bikini.
"Oh, shit, not again...." Ashley helped Jenny stand up (mainly so Jenny would be between her and the crowd) and attempted to get the both of them off the stage in as dignified a manner as possible.
Meanwhile, the crowd cheered even louder....
Jenny lay upon the analyst's couch, almost unable to speak. "It was h-horrible, doctor. I... and then Ashley...."
"Shhhh... calm down, Jenny. Accidents happen, after all. It will be all right. In fact, I have another suggestion for you."
"Oh, no, doctor, I can't possibly go through another experience like that."
The analyst smiled softly; from what he understood, experiences like that were commonplace for Jenny. Except, perhaps, for the... deliberate nature of the bikini contest, anyway. "In fact... I think it's best if I stop seeing you."
"As you wish, Jenny, though I feel we are starting to make progress."
"Perhaps, but all it has brought me so far is more embarrassment."
"I understand. I suppose this is goodbye, then."
"Yes, doctor... I suppose it is."
Jenny stood up to leave, not noticing that her sundress had been caught on a small protruding spring from the couch, and just as she reached her full height, she heard the sound so familiar, yet so terrifying to her... *RRRRIIIIPPPP!*
Her dress fell to the couch, exposing her sizable breasts barely contained in her bra and her ample bottom in her demure panties. She turned around to retrieve her dress and the clasp of her bra snapped, as well. Jumping back and covering her breasts, she caught the waistband of her panties on the corner of the couch, and with a final ripping sound, her last vestige of modesty tore off.
Jenny stood there furiously blushing, trying to cover up. The analyst walked over, picked up the remains of her dress and handed it to her. Holding up a hand, he walked back to his desk and pressed the button for the intercom. "Miss Winters, could you do me a favor? Cancel my appointments for the rest of the day, take about $50 from petty cash, and go to the nearest clothing store and buy an outfit of women's clothing, size... oh, I'd say about a 12. Underwear, too - bra size... 36 DD. Oh, and there'll be no charge for the session in progress."
The analyst picked up the phone and dialed. "Yeah, Phil, it's me. Got that video of the bikini contest I asked you to make? Cool, I'll send you a check. Thanks. Bye."
He then hung up and dialed another number. "Hiya, cuz. Yeah, it's me. So, how'd it come out? You got second and she got first? Glad to hear it; at least it'll pay for the bail. Yeah, see you this Christmas, Ashley."