CMNF, OON, naked in front of friends story – “The Shaping of the Slut” – Chapter 2

Due to the popularity of “The Shaping of the Slut”, here’s Part 2 of the story written and posted on the old ENF CMNF Forum by CrimsonGirl, and reposted by freeipodtouch on our new forums (topic).

Like the first part, the whole chapter takes about an hour to read from start to finish, and is separated into multiple pages. You can flip between pages at the bottom of the post.

The Shaping of a Slut – Chapter 2

When treading through the tales and stories from the most remote ends of time, one finds that the notion of travelling back to the past has been as ever present as our obsessions with power, wealth or sexuality; and in this fascination I have always suggested that we can find the innate desire to relive memories. Perhaps that had been the drive to invent recording and playback devices, but such tools allow us only to archive the past, not relive it. For the latter, dreams seem to be the only answer, but the choosing of memories is not ours and they seem to happen only when present catalysts push our psyche to look back to the past in an effort to cause meditation.

That was my only explanation for the dream I was having that night. I was back to the first year of college, eating in the cafeteria with Isabel in front of me. It was the first time in my life that I had found a girl with whom I felt a sense of proximity akin to the one I felt with the boys. The charisma she carried with her tall, elf like appearance and good looks eased me into openness, but there was something more too.

For the first time, I had found someone with whom I could be a girl. Someone with whom I could confide in matters the boys couldn’t understand.

“And that’s how society’s been treating women for centuries,” Isabel explained as I listened intently. “Men could be soldiers, governors, priests; but women? Women could either be mothers or whores, nothing more.”

“And the mother role, that’s what we were forced to be for most of history if I get what you’re saying?”

“Exactly. Women’s sexuality was the biggest possible taboo, our own bodies didn’t really belong to us and had to be hidden. But now, it just went to the other extreme. Now women are the whore.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Just look around you! Look at the music industry, at those female pop singers. They’re almost ALL hyper-sexualized and objectified, yet you see it so much more rarely with male stars, don’t you?”

“That’s so fucking true!” I exclaimed, in awe of Isabel’s wisdom. “It’s always all about the bodies of pop singers in their music videos.”

“It’s the same in all the artistic industry. I’m not saying men aren’t sometimes sexualized, but it’s isolated cases there. Women though, we’re systematically made to take our clothes off in the artistic world.”

“Wow. This is bullshit.”

“Isn’t it? I’m glad you agree.”

“And I’m glad you’re here to teach me these things. We should be judged for our talent, not our bodies. If men deserve it why don’t we?”

“Amen sister.”

Our coffee cups met like wine glasses and we drank, to our friendship and our dignity as women.

I woke up from the dream, from the memory. My heart was sinking in my chest. I felt sick, sick to the point of wanting to vomit. I was betraying everything I was by accepting that part. I was forsaking my very dignity, submitting willingly to the sexism of society. What the fuck had I done? I had gotten completely naked in front of my friends! My MALE friends!

Yet still, I could not turn back. Not anymore. That arousal which I had tasted had seduced my weak soul with feelings so eloquent as to the pleasure it could bring, that I was now to be haunted by it, like an addict, a slave of it. But I was not a slut. Nor was I ever going to be. Yes, I has done something horribly slutty, and was to do it two more times, no more than that.

No-more-than-that.

I decided, right there in the darkness of my bedroom, of how the coming year was going to happen. I was going to do one last “rehearsal” at some late point in the year to rejuvenate my comfort with nudity, then act in the play and move on with my life. My curiosity would be sated, and as the years would pass, this act of mine would dissipate into the immensity of the years as a mere footnote, an eccentric little experience once happened and gone. I was not a slut. Everyone was allowed one little naughty act in their lives, one little indulgence in unethical behavior; this was mine.

I kept repeating those words to myself; little sluttiness, little indulgence, little experience… My closest guy friends had seen me naked. How was this anything little?

The shame and disgust followed me to college. Thankfully, it was Thursday, the only day we didn’t have acting classes. This generosity from Fortune gave me a day’s respite from awkwardness. I couldn’t even imagine what it would feel like to have the simplest conversation with my guy friends. That thought added a layer of terror to my already abysmal mood. Could our friendship even go on? How would it be possible for me to keep talking to them after they’d seen every inch of my nude body? The ruminations were of such depth and discomfort that I kept fondling my face in the middle of the cafeteria.

That’s when I heard three disgustingly familiar voices, ones imbued with too much slime to deserve even an atom of sympathy. To my dismay, their proprietors stopped to talk to me.

“Hey there babe” Abdel said.

“Hi” I responded gruffly.

“Why is such a beautiful girl looking so sad?” Yussuf asked.

The twins truly were that, twins, not only by blood but also by character, for all they did, they did alongside one another. The same could be said for their annoying, continuing attempts at trying to woo me.

“Why,” I riposted with a sarcastic smile, “are twins always trying to flirt with me? Suppose I’m interested; which evidently your underdeveloped brains have a hard time registering; which of you two would I have to choose?”

“You wouldn’t, babe. All you’d have to do is get on all fours, I’d go for the ass and Abdel for the mouth.”

“How romantic, I’m already swooning… With such skills at talking to girls I’m surprised you’re still single, pathetic losers no girls want to go out with.”

“Hey! We fuck girls often!”

“Then go for girls who want a fuck. What THIS girl wants is you fucking OFF.”

I was only getting out steam by telling them those things. These two boys always kept trying to flirt with me and nothing could keep them away for more than two days. The sad thing was, the same fact applied to Isac; their taller, more confident, smarter overlord. And even though I hated to admit it; hot overlord. Very, very hot overlord. Gold necklace wearing douche, I believe that is apt enough a description for you to already know everything about him.

“Why are we so aggressive today?”, he near sang in that slimy, sweltering tone.

“Why are we asking so many questions on a day that’s not a police case’s?”

Isac just laughed. There was an unbending sense of confidence to him, a royal type of confidence. That wasn’t surprising, given that his father was a very rich owner of multiple dance clubs throughout the region; and it was said that even one of them belonged entirely to Isac. Rumors said that this dance club did not even operate commercially, in fact the rich, spoiled boy used the large, equipped and luxurious place as a mere hangout spot for him and his friends. Isac’s Club, as everyone called it, was notorious for an infamous fact : girls weren’t allowed there. Unlike Isabel, I cared not much for misogyny as long as it didn’t concern me. What did annoy me was that Isac, despite that misogyny, still refused to leave me alone.

“Come on beautiful”, he said, sitting in front of me. “Why don’t you come over to my house this evening? I have a very nice pool there.”

“Shame that summer’s pretty much done.”

“Then we can just sit in front of the TV. You can’t refuse a stay in my villa can you?.”

“Indeed I can, Isac. It might not have crossed your mind that not all girls are interested in you.”

“Maybe, but not all girls owe me a nude either.”

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