It started with my toes. I poked them out from the edge of the dress tosee that they were now tipped with a pearl polish and gently wedged intoa pair ...f strappy silver shoes with a two-inch heel. The top strapwrapped gently around my now-hairless ankle as my leg began to thin. Ipulled up the bottom of the dress and kicked my leg out and watched asall the hair slowly receded into my body and my skin smoothed out,becoming free of blemishes with an unmatched porcelain complexion.I had to put my. Clay shucked on his jeans and his tee shirt, Ashe wriggled into her sundress, neither of them bothering with underwear or shoes, and they ran like kids across the parched dirt lawn and hot asphalt parking lot to his pickup. The jumped in and drove until there was no more city, then turned into a BLM side road, shut off the engine and doused the headlights. Clay snagged the thick blanket he kept stashed behind the bench seat and together they kicked open their doors and swung onto the ground and. The teachers, cleaners and late pupils had all left so she was safe to roam without being seen. She closed the door making sure the lock didn’t snap into place locking her in. After doing so Jessica’s routine was to go to the gym locker rooms, have a shower to relax and sleep on her well-worn gym mats. In a way she felt in her heart this was her home. All the years spent in this place she never felt homeless but even closer to home. Jessica entered the female locker room feeling stressed after. Clayton preferred sitting on his bunk feeling sorry for himself. Even if he had wanted to go out, he couldn't have because two large men were suddenly blocking his door. Terrified, Clayton Smithers remembered how the arresting officer had warned him about how other prisoners would want to anally **** him. Actually, "warned" isn't the right word; "gleefully informed him of what would happen" is more correct."Smithers," the first man said. "You got a really cute ass and we're gonna fuck you.".