You lowered your head to eye level with the cage that looks to contain only a pet exercise wheel, food/water combo dish, and a motionless plane of cid...r chips. Your stomach drops as fear hits you. Even with your test subject invisible, you should be able to see some form of movement that would alert you to the location of your guiena pig. Could the process be lethal? That would put you right back at step one of the drawing board. All your work would be for not. Now as sweat started to form on. Being comfortable with our bodies is part of that. Be patient. That phase of the treatment will come soon enough.”Did I understand that correctly? Was this a nudist colony? What did I get myself into?We stayed as a group all our waking hours. We were learning about each other, and forming opinions. We ate together, played volleyball, card games, and talked to each other about ourselves and life. And occasionally got angry with one another. On the third day, Chloe called us. "What're you doing in there anyway, kiddo? Gawking atyourself again?" "Yeah! So... What's it to you? So what if I happen tolike the way I look now? I mean, you do like the way I looknow, don't you, John?" Nikki, appearing in the doorway,quizzically demanded. "Oh, yeah! Take it from me, kiddo, you look terrific!Absolutely terrific!" "Yeah..." Nikki impishly agreed. "I kind of do, don'tI? John," she continued on thoughtfully, as she seductivelysauntered across the suite's stylishly apportioned. I didn't say anything.Shirley looked at her skirt now, and came to the startling realization that she couldn't exercise in that, either."Um, Coach... I didn't bring any exercise clothes!"I didn't answer her, but sat on my love seat and smiled.Shirley looked at her skirt, and then at me. It took her a few seconds before she gave out a sigh and found the zipper on her side."Did you do this to me?" Shirley asked.Again, I didn't answer.Shirley took off her skirt, and her blouse hung down and.