I went upstairs with the components and dressed myself, taking my time, making everything perfect. First a bath, and this time I shaved everything, ev...n shaping my pubic hair. Pink toenails and fingernails; I never did that on a weeknight, it was too much trouble to clean them, but tonight... The lacy stockings felt wonderful on my smooth legs. High heels, my very favorite dress, flowing hair. Complete makeup - my lashes were THAT long! Jewelry too - a lovely broach, rings. The sole compromise. In a lone, short sighted act, a vigilante assassinated the president, but this only caused politcal powers to clamp down harder. Strict laws about family and individual freedoms were put in check. The ability to have children was monitored and controlled, genetic testing was a necessity, children must have a mother and a father, widows must remarry within one year, all to make sure the government had the strongest and well balanced citizens in future generations. Everyone was even required to. My cock throb- bed and drooled. My balls ached. My arms felt pulled out of their sockets. My muscles quivered with cramps. My wrists burned with abrasion. I was going nuts. Time passed. The lock turned behind me. “How you doing, Birthday Boy?” asked Liz. “Aamgnmthlp,” I moaned. “I’ll bet,” she said with a laugh. The door into the left dressing room opened and Stephanie stepped inside with an armful of clothes. “We can go now,” said. She wanted every eye that witnessed her in the very tight, slutty dress she planned to wear to imagine ripping it off of her and fucking her sweet, toned body.After grabbing a quick lunch, Kara headed off to the shower, walking casually naked down the dorm hall, not caring at all who saw her or what they thought. She had done so many times, had gotten occasional comments, some good, some bad, but she didn't really care. At worst, she would make a few other girls mad. At best, she would either.