Janice's Naked Journal

** All characters mentioned or named in this story are 18+ years old. **

Saturday, April 5

I slept in, waking up just before noon. I hopped in the shower and finished my morning routine, hair done and makeup done. Stepping out of my room, Stacy had coffee ready and was making a late breakfast. She was also naked outside of her bedroom. She grinned giving her body a twirl, "Good morning, or afternoon. I'm showing my support for you.

I smiled, "That's awesome! You have already made my day."

She grinned, "There's a big storage tub by the sofa. Every pair of shoes with less than 3 inch heels goes in storage."

I grabbed the tote, "Yes Coach." Off to the closet I went. Sneakers, flip flops, flats and low heels all in the tub. I could barely get the lid snapped shut, and my selection of shoes dwindled to six pairs of heels. I carried the tub out.

Stacy smiled, "Perfect timing. Waffles and strawberries for breakfast. I poured another coffee and joined Stacy at the breakfast bar. She smiled, "I got out one of the big vacuum storage bags. After breakfast, start packing all you slacks, jeans, shorts and dresses. They don't fit your dress code."

Stacy cleaned up the kitchen and loaded the dishes in the dishwasher as I got busy in the closet. Stacy then spent some time on her computer. She picked out a picture from that album. It was two guys carrying naked me around, my arms around their shoulders, they carried me by my thighs. My thighs and pussy were splayed wide open. She added the text, 'INCENTIVE' towards the bottom of the photo and printed it out. With a magnet, she proudly stuck it on the fridge.

I came out, "That bag is stuffed."

Stacy laughed, "I figured that would happen. I got out another bag. It's on my bed waiting for you."

Then I noticed the big photo on the fridge, "What is that doing on the fridge?"

Stacy smiled, "A reminder how important it is to do as that Sam girls says. She probably has more than 100 pics and a dozen videos of you from that evening."

I nodded, "Yeah, I think about that a lot. I worry more about her penalties. Every little screw up brings a penalty."

Stacy nodded, "You about ready to go through the skirts and tops?"

I nodded, "Oh yeah, I'll grab that second bag and get back to work in the closet."

After a bit, Stacy joined me at my closet. She went through my skirts and started handing one after another to store in the bag. When she was done, I had the six I just bought, and five more Stacy said she'd alter for me today or tomorrow.

She had me put on each of the skirts, then marked the approximate length with a bar of soap from my sink. She placed them to the side, ready to hem and alter as she thought fit.

Then she had me try on all the remaining tops. Any that were long enough they could possibly cover any of my ass or pussy if I pulled them down went to the storage bag. She only selected tops short enough, and tight enough my nipples were poking the fabric, or loose tops had to be sheer enough you pull kinda make out or clearly see my dark pink nipples and areolas. I was left with about 14 tops to hang, and three she added to the stack of garments to be altered.

After zipping up the storage bags, Stacy used the vacuum to suck all the air out of them. They shrunk up smaller and tightly packed. And my closet sure looked empty. We carried them to the door with the big tub of my shoes.

Sandwiches for dinner, then Stacy took her sewing machine out of her closet to get started. She setup in the living area so we could talk and joke while she was making quick work of my skirts.

She started with a finely pleated light fabric skirt with an elastic waistband. She checked the length marked front and back and went all the way around at the shorter measurement. She always opted for less coverage if the measurements were different. She hemmed the skirt like a pro.

Another skirt was a thicker, slightly elastic fabric with an elastic waistband. She hemmed it nice a very short. She also added a slit from the hem seam at the bottom to the waistband on each side. I tried it on. The slightly stretchy fabric caused the side slits to spread open. I was getting excited by her creativity.

She took a black pencil skirt and shortened to 2 inches below my ass in the back. When she hemmed it, she included a two inch tall triangle notch in the back. Anyone seated while I stand would probably have a peekaboo view of my pussy.

Another one, she replaced the zipper with a much shorter one. Below the zipper more of the skirts was an open slit. A slit added on the other side made it look even, hang much looser, and really open up while I walked.

The last skirt, a darker brown thicker fabric she hemmed really short. Then down the center of the front and back, she punched closely spaced 1/4 inch peekaboo holes. They lined up with my ass crack and the center of my pussy. She added shiny gold colored grommets to the holes to protect the holes, and catch everyone's attention to the holes.

The tops she spent a little time on. One she removed the baggy sleeves leaving huge arm holes. I'm sure my boobs were visible from the side if I wasn't standing or walking. Another slightly sheer top had a privacy panel to better hide bras, or boobs. She removed that panel. The last top she hemmed shorter, enough it would cover my navel.

She worked away as I tried everything on after she finished. We laughed knowing Sam would be pleased with her creations. There should be no penalties. After she finished, we decided it was time to call it a night. I headed to my room feeling a lot better about my situation.