Katie's Life Changes

Katie Stands Naked in shop Window.

Katie's Life Changes Part 17

Katie models hosiery and spends a day as a live mannequin.

This story is a continuation of Katie's life story following on from 'Katie poses naked for art class.'

Katie is a young woman in her mid-twenties, who lives with her boyfriend Alain, in a separate apartment within her parent's house. For most of her life the very tall slim Katie who has a flat chest, was afraid to show her body, but that has all changed, and she has become an exhibitionist in recent months, as well as losing her virginity to Alain. Her mother Diane was very strict about Katie's social life, until she ran away from home naked, prompting a new relationship between them. Katie and Alain recently started working for her father Marc's business. Since then Katie had shaved her hair off to help a sick work colleague.

This is a fictional story, where all characters are fictional, and are over 18 years of age. It is set in a fictional city in Western Europe. The names, dialogue, incidents and plot are fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental.

Comments are very much appreciated.

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I had a busy week at work catching up on some things, but I found Dad was getting me to do a lot of other things not related to the project, we had been working on. In fairness it was winding down a bit, as there were only two prototype installs left to do, and they were retro fits only two hours away, so they could be done in one day. We were going to have to monitor the prototypes, but that would only take one day a week, and Alain was in charge of looking after any issues users had.

Norbert was in better form although I only spoke to him briefly on the Wednesday morning. He had a conversation with his now former girlfriend, and they had parted ways, to put it diplomatically.

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The following Tuesday I took part in a hosiery show, in a hotel on the far side of the city. I left very early and was surprised how long it took, as I had to take two different trams and the metro to get there. I arrived about six thirty and there were already five of the ten models there getting prepared. We would spend most of the morning practicing, and then get all the various make up hair, nails etc. done before a three thirty start. I didn't have to worry about hair as I would be wearing a number of different wigs on my bald head.

The show itself was about an hour long, and I had to wear six different items for six visits to the cat walk. It was going to be a busy hour, as I was on the cat walk every ten minutes, for about one minute and then back to change. We had two full 'dress' rehearsals to finish before a break for lunch and final preparations of makeup etc.

We were finally ready to go live. I was going to be the last out for each of the six times on the cat walk. For my first time I was going to be wearing the only tights of my six outings onto the cat walk. I was also wearing a low healed pair of black shoes; although for most of my visits to the cat walk I would not wear shoes. Most of the others had higher heals than I. I also had a black bobbed style wig on. I am not a fan of tights but these felt nice as I walked out along the long 'U' shaped cat walk. The audience was only one deep and were quite close on both sides, so they could see every flaw in my body along with the tights I was wearing. For some reason I felt more nervous than usual and took me a moment to get into my stride. The audience were looking at me but it was not as intense as I had felt on some occasions. They were all professional buyers so that probably was part of it.

My second visit to the cat walk was a pair of transparent electric blue stockings with a nice lace design at the top. I was surprised how far they came up my long legs, at least three quarters of the way up my thighs. I wore a blue long haired wig to match the stockings. As I walked between the audience, I felt their eyes watching me a lot closer, and it lifted me, I felt more aroused. I knew they were looking at the detail of the stocking tops just below my naked vulva. However it felt like they were looking at my hood sticking out with my barbell there for all to see. It was turning me on. As I moved through them I felt my heart beat a little stronger; and my breathing get heavier. I was enjoying it a lot more. It was over almost too quickly.

It was then a rush to my third item. It was a very open crotch style of tights, with the sides open as well. They really looked more like a wide suspender belt, in the same material as the tights, which were transparent black. When you looked at the front they seemed to form a circle, with my clit at the centre. They also felt really comfortable. They were the only other item that I had shoes on for, and it was back to the black bob hairstyle. As I walked through the audience, I again felt they were looking at my crotch, although in reality they were probably looking at the upper design, as the legs looked just like a normal pair of tights. As the audience watched me I again found it arousing, but the actual time on the cat walk was quite short so I was only beginning to respond to the audience when it was all over.

For my fourth trip onto the catwalk I had to wear a pair of black fish net stockings with suspender belt, they looked really sexy, but did not really do it for me. This time I had a long black styled wig to wear. I did not get as much attention from the audience and I did not feel as good afterwards. The time seemed to be flying as I kept moving from one item to the next.

The next items I had to wear were again transparent black but were a pair of very pretty stockings with a lot of subtle designs built into the legs with really beautiful lace top designs. I really liked them and they felt really comfortable. They came about half way up my thighs. They would allow you to flash the very pretty tops, with a skirt that was not to short. I liked that idea.

My final items and the last of the show was a pair of shocking pink stockings. They came with a matching suspender belt, and I also wore a shocking pink long haired wig. Boy did it get a reaction from the audience. It was either very positive or negative but I loved it. I could feel my lady bits responding to the audience and I knew it would last, as I had to take them off while out on the cat walk. I could feel my heart beating as I did my first lap of the audience.

On the second lap I would slowly push down one stocking at a time stopping regularly to push it down another bit. It finally came to the final part and I had to bend over pushing the stocking down to my ankle. I knew my lady bits would be visible from my rear and it was turning me on big time. The last part was to put my foot on a stool and push the stocking off completely. I knew some of the audience would get a clear view of my now damp vulva as my heart thumped.

I had to repeat the procedure for my other leg. I could feel the warmth of my thigh, as I pushed the stocking down the first bit. I was getting really turned on I just hoped it wasn't visible to my audience. Again I had to make a number of stops pushing the stocking down my long leg another bit at a time. I had to bend over to push it down to my ankle, and I was really turned on as all the eyes were on me, in quite a revealing position. The final step was to put my foot on the stool and take off the stocking completely with my heart in overdrive knowing my vulva was highly visible. I was not finished yet, but taking off the suspender belt was a little anticlimactic. However my lady parts were on fire. The final part was the shocking pink wig coming off leaving me very naked. I was breathing heavily as I stood to the applause of the audience. The rest of the models came out still in their final stockings to clap back to the audience alongside me.

Once backstage I made a run to the nearest toilet to quench the fire in my kitty. I stroked it with two fingers at first and then dived into my soaking vagina while my thumb massaged my clit. I could hear others using the other stalls, and they could surely hear me orgasm in the one I occupied, but I didn't care. I just wanted to enjoy the moment. When I tidied up, I went back out to say good bye to the others, and get ready for my journey home.

Once on the full rush hour tram I wished I could have stroked my still demanding kitty. That would have to wait for Alain's attention when I got home.

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I had to visit my psychologist on the Thursday afternoon and I met Eva there. She had been following the story of my overseas detention on social media and in the news as she was originally from that part of the world. She really wanted to talk to me but felt unsure of how I would react as we looked at each other over several previous visits. We exchanged contact details and agree to meet on a better occasion as she had to get home. I was curious as to what her story was but it was hers to tell me.

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The following Saturday I had to spend the day as a live and often naked mannequin in a city centre shop window. I had to get up early for a shower and to shave my bald head. Alain had some breakfast organised which I had before leaving. I hugged him goodbye before heading out on a slightly chilly morning. He would join me later. I got to the fashion shop and had to phone to be let in as it was almost two hours before opening time.

I was greeted by the manager Sonja; I was the first model to arrive. She brought me in showing me around, there were two gaps in the window where we would stand and there were four places on the shop floor, two had small platforms to stand on. She then brought me into the storage area where there were a number of staff lockers; I had the use of one of them. Sonja then showed me a rail with the clothes she proposed that I wear. I tried them on and there were a number of combinations I could use. Among them were a very nice pair of blue jeans, but they were too short. That did not surprise me as my legs are longer than women's standard sizes. The same issue arose with a pair of suit trousers. The waist sizes were perfect. I really liked the fit of the jeans around my waist and bum so I was disappointed.

As I was trying on the clothes two more people who were modelling appeared. They were Harold the only man and Renee who looked to be in her thirties and sported a wedding ring. She had a fuller figure with large boobs and quite short hair. Harold was about my age, tall, dark haired and looked quite athletic. Shortly after I was introduced to them, Inga my agency manager arrived. She brought me into an office and had something to tell me.

"Katie I am expecting an executive from a marketing company here later. She wants to see you, and has a possible major contract coming up; that I think you will be very interested in."

She was making me a little nervous, I felt like I was about to go to a job interview, and it upset my preparation plans. My next stop was makeup, and that was taking place in someone's office who didn't work on Saturday's. During it I was wondering what this new contract was about. I had only recently signed a new contract with her, and part of it was I was going to maintain my bald head for the next year. Was this, one of the first fruits of that?

When I got back to the store the other two models had arrived who like the rest of us were amateurs. One was Helga who I suspected was a little older than me with long dark hair and a nice fuller figure. Finally came Brigitte who was quite petite but was really pretty looking, I felt like a giant as we shook hands. When we were all ready we had a coffee and croissant before we were due to start.

The format consisted of us modelling some clothes for a while and then taking everything off for a while just like is done with normal mannequins. We would then put on some different clothes and repeat all in public. We had two longish breaks during the day plus a few minutes every hour for a toilet visit or time to freshen up our makeup.

My first outfit consisted of a sleeveless button up top and a skirt that came about two thirds of the way down my thighs. I also wore dark stockings with lacy tops and black flat shoes. To top it off I was wearing a dark straight haired wig that came down to the bottom of my rib cage. It was typical office wear while Renee was wearing a top and jeans but had a really nice pair of heals on meaning she was a lot taller but still not as tall as me, I was in my flat shoes. We were both in the window looking out onto a plaza outside. It was still early and it was not too busy yet. We did not get much attention from passers-by; it was quiet so Renee and I managed a little conversation. I could tell she was nervous.

"This bit I don't mind, but getting naked is bothering me, even though I have posed naked for art classes." She said.

"It's something we all have to go through but I have done this before, and once you are okay with people looking at you, you should enjoy it. After all, that's what happens in art class."

"Do you mind changing first so that I can get a better feel for it?"

"I can do that, and don't worry people are generally good, although I get some comments about my chest, but that's to be expected."

"My chest always attracts attention and I don't mind people seeing it."

With that a big group started to gather outside so we had to go into proper pose mode. We were getting a fair bit of attention as it came up to my time to undress in front of a mostly female audience. Firstly I unbuttoned the blouse slowly which caught the crowd's attention. I left it open as I undid the zip in my skirt that was at the side so that I could pull the blouse out. I was watching everybody as I slowly opened the blouse fully revealing my flat chest. I could see gasps from some of those watching, while others were noticeably pointing at my chest. I took a deep breath, pushed the skirt down around my ankles and stepped out of it. The crowd obviously were not expecting me to strip in front of them, with a lot of covering of faces and gasps followed by stares at my almost naked body. I picked up and folded the skirt before attaching it to a hanger on a small rack behind us. The blouse followed onto the hanger as I stood naked in front of an increasing group of onlookers. I still had the stockings and shoes on as they were part of my next ensemble. I could see Renee crowd watching as she stood looking out.

I felt a tingle go down my spine with all the attention I was getting when I spotted Vicky from work looking on. She was one of the prime gossips at work, and she was about to have a field day. She was already on her phone typing away at a furious pace. I was sure most of the people from work would see me, before the day was out. In a way, I hoped a lot of my work colleagues would come in to see me. There were always little hints of wanting to see me naked, but it was something I was reluctant to do at work. I knew I was going to be the talk of the place for the next week, but it would die down after a few days. Mind you if they bothered, I was regularly naked in our local park, only five minutes' walk from our work place.

I had to spend about ten minutes naked before putting on my next outfit which was a good quality business suit. It was already hanging up behind me. I really enjoyed standing there naked, people watching. I love seeing people's reaction, when they realise they are looking at a naked girl rather than a mannequin. I noticed Renee beside me glancing at the clock. It was over the ten minutes I was meant to be naked, but I was not bothered, I was enjoying myself.

I decided, I better put on the suit which was really nice, and fitted me well. I left the lapel less jacket unbuttoned showing the centre of my chest down to the waistline of the skirt. The skirt came to mid-thigh which was short but then I have long legs. The lacy tops of my stockings were just about visible as I stood there.

Renee decided to take off her outfit. She did it slowly and I could see her shaking with nerves as she did so. First she slipped off her heals and then removed her top revealing her naked larger than average boobs. They looked good to my eye, with a slight sag, but her nipples sat high on them. Next she opened her body hugging jeans, and slowly pushed them down around her ankles. I noticed her faint stretch marks and her firm buttocks hidden under a pair of seamless knickers. I sensed her unease as she went to put her thumbs into her underwear. I bent over to adjust my shoes, my skirt rode up potentially revealing my vulva, and my nipples as my jacket flopped open. Renee dropped her underwear, she stood so her naked vulva, and her short landing strip of pubic hair was not easily seen. I slowly stood back up back up noticing relief on Renee's face. She was now being watched closely by those outside. I noticed how she slowly relaxed, as time went on. The crowd were looking at her and, I wished I could hear what they were saying, as I didn't think it was negative. Renee's breathing seemed to slow as she settled into her naked state. I even saw a little smile as she watched some of the crowd.

Once Renee's naked time was up she put on a casual knee length skirt and a tight top. It was easy to see her nipples out on stalks under the top. Had she enjoyed her naked time I wondered? Soon after that she went for a break and I was joined by Harold. He was also wearing a suit in a nice shade of blue. I liked it and it suited him. The crowd had died off a bit outside but inside it sounded like the place was very busy inside as we headed towards late morning. I was soon due to discard the suit and I had opted not to take a break I was due. Every so often I would change position and do some little stretching exercises.

I was trying to decide, do I take off the suit first before the stockings or the stockings first? I opted to take off the stockings first and there was a stool nearby to put my foot up on as I did so. I knew once I put my foot up on the stool my lady bits would be visible to those at the window. The idea was turning me on big time. First I had to take off my shoes and then I put one foot up on the stool, before pulling up my skirt a little, so that I could push the stocking down slowly. I certainly had the attention of those at the window as I did it. I noticed movement beside me Harold was taking off his clothes as well. Harold had his jacket and tie off; his shoes were next, while I took off my jacket revealing my flat chest to a different audience from that earlier. Harold had his shirt off, while I slowed so we could finish together. I was unsure whether he was wearing underwear or not, so I waited until I knew for sure. He had a pair of boxers on under his trousers, so I waited until he was starting to take them off. We took off our final pieces of clothing together, revealing two naked pube free bodies. I finished by taking off my wig, before standing still, looking out at the largest crowd, I had seen yet outside the shop window.

I looked out and I saw Inga standing beside a well-dressed blond lady. They were talking, was she the woman who was coming to see me? I also saw a number of work colleagues; Vicky had obviously spread the word. To my left I saw Eva who I met at my psychologist's, she was talking to a dark skinned girl, who she obviously knew. I saw Inga and the blond lady heading to the shop entrance. I suspected I was about to get called to my break.

Harold and I were definitely grabbing attention as we stood naked, the crowd outside was swelling all the time. I suspected a lot could not see us properly but I loved the attention. So did my kitty as I began to feel aroused, especially with a naked man beside me. I wondered what he was thinking, and feeling as while not erect he was not exactly flaccid either. I had almost officially finished my time naked; and my time in the shop window when Inga stuck her head into the window display area.