The Governor's Daughter

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At family dinner that night, her mother asked Patty, "So, how was your first appointment?"

"Not as horrible as I expected. A doctor examined me. I was measured and then fitted with the reorientation training device. Then I went through an orientation session." Hoping to deflect them from the details, Patty added, "I had no idea, it was so expensive!"

"We've been meaning to talk to you about that," her mother replied. "Paying for the lawyer, investigators, and treatment has taken a big hit from our savings. We need to put you on a tight allowance while you're away."

"But you guys are rich!"

"Not as rich as you think. A lot of what we have comes from gifts from your father's friends. Besides, your father is considering a run for the presidency, and that's going to require a lot of money."

"Enough of this money talk," her father gruffly interrupted. "Show us this device we paid for."

"I'm wearing it. I'd have to get undressed to show you," Patty delayed.

"Go ahead then," he directed. "We've seen it all before."

Resigned, Patty sighed, then stood to slip off the yellow sundress she was wearing.

"Whoa, sis! Looking good!" Ken, her brother, teased as he admired the underwear that fit her like a second skin.

"So, where's this device?" her father demanded while leering at her nearly naked body.

"This is it, the bra and panties," Patty mumbled, embarrassed at being virtually naked in front of her family again.

"Your brother is right, dear; you look good," her mother reassured her. "You should be proud of that body!"

"Is that metal? It looks so form-fitting," her father said as he reached to touch the side of her panties.

"No, don't touch it," Patty screeched, but it was too late.

As her father ran his finger on the side of her hip, the device sensed his male presence. It immediately retracted, fully exposing Patty's freshly lasered pussy to everyone at the table.

The 'panties' now appeared to be a golden rope, wrapped around her waist. It dipped low in the front, drawing their eyes to the slit below.

She quickly sat down to conceal herself.

"What just happened?" her father exclaimed.

Sheepishly, Patty explained that the device retracts to make her sexually available when it detects the touch of a male.

As her brother walked behind her chair to refill his drink, he asked, "Does the bra work that way, too?" He surprised Patty by running his finger along the back of her bra strap.

The bra retracted quickly, leaving a golden harness circling her full, round breasts. Patty, who was sipping a drink, jumped in surprise; the icy beverage cascaded down her chest. Her nipples stiffened and grew with the cold. "You asshole!" she cried.

"Honey, that was wrong! Get your sister a towel and apologize," her mother demanded.

When he returned with the towel, he groped Patty as he pretended to dry her off while apologizing.

"Get off me, you pervert!" Patty yelled. She grabbed the towel and pushed his hands away. She said, "I can dry myself. Thank you!"

When Patty looked up, she realized they were all staring at her boobs shaking with each rub of the towel. Her father and brother were leering at her nakedness, and even her mother was staring in fascination. "I hope you're all satisfied!" she cried, reddened with embarrassment, and pushed back her chair.

"Don't leave, honey," her mother soothed her. "I think we were all just a little surprised. What your brother did was wrong, but he apologized."

Her father chimed in, "That is some device! I couldn't believe it when it changed like that. Does it do anything else?"

Still upset, Patty complained, "Ken was groping me. That's not right!"

"Oh, relax, a casual grope or two doesn't do any harm," her mother chided Patty. "He's just a guy, you know how they are. But tell us more about the device, like your father asked."

Grudgingly, the still-exposed Patty explained that the device could punish, motivate, and reward. It would shock her if she broke any of the program's rules, like not charging the device, attempting to remove or tamper with it.

Realizing that no sexual activity was happening, the device returned to covering Patty with the thin material.

Intrigued, her mother asked, "What about the motivation and rewards? How can it do that?"

"It can pleasure me," Patty murmured. This brought back thoughts of her earlier climax; she flushed, and her nipples hardened in response.

Her mother noticed and asked, "Is it doing anything now? Your nipples just puffed out."

Abashed, Patty said, "No, no, that just happened on its own."

"That material is amazing; look how closely it fits. It even shows the little bumps on her areola," her father pointed out.

Her mother was fascinated by the thin shimmering material. "Is it comfortable?" she asked.

"Yeah, it's OK, but fitting so closely it feels weird."

"May I feel it?" her mother asked.

"If you must," Patty conceded with a sigh.

Her mother reached over and gently stroked the material on the side of her breast. Again, her tits popped out in front of her family.

"Oh shit!" Patty exclaimed. "I forgot that it is in passive mode this week; any touch will cause it to retract. Shit, shit, shit!"

Smiling at Patty's exposure, her mother calmly said, "That's ok dear, we've all seen your tits before, don't worry about it. I'm impressed. That stuff felt like satin."

"Can we please talk about something else, and can I please get dressed?" Patty pleaded.

"Of course, honey," her mother soothed. "We're just interested in you and want to be sure you're OK."

After that, the conversation turned mundane. After dinner, Patty escaped to her room. She watched videos to try to forget the embarrassment at dinner, but every time she shifted position, the satin-like material of the device would glide over her nipples and along her slit.

Each time her nipples would stiffen, and her pussy would tingle. It was not enough to fully turn her on but enough to make her thoughts drift to sex and remember the feelings of her brother's hand groping her boob and her mother's finger lightly stroking her breast.

Those thoughts took her mind back to the teasing and the massive orgasm she experienced during the device demo. Her hand drifted to her groin. She lay back, closed her eyes, and focused on the finger stroking her lower lips.

She moistened and gave in to her arousal, seeking another climax. She flung off her sundress. Her hand found her breast and gently squeezed. Her fingers found her stiffening nipple and gently tugged. As she stroked below, her thumb found her clit and began to rub in earnest. The panties withdrew, as did the bra.

The fingers stroking her lips pressed inward. Her breathing deepened, and her scent filled the room. Now unprotected, she curled her fingers inward. She dipped her thumb in her wetness and returned it to her engorged bud.

Pinching her nipples, she twirled her thumb around her erect clit. Patty trembled on the edge of climax. She fumbled through her nightstand to find her vibrator.

Once found, she set it to its most powerful vibration and drove it deep into her slippery, grasping hole. Her free hand abandoned her nipples and rushed to her clit. After a few pumps of the vibrator, she lightly pinched her clit and came with a mighty moan.

She lay back, enjoying the afterglow for a while before cleaning up. After she settled, she remembered to complete the reorientation app tutorial.

At first, it boringly repeated what the doctor had already told her. When the tutorial reached the section on user settings, she had a brief flash of optimism that she would have some control over the device.

Her hopes were quickly dashed. Most settings on her phone were grayed out. The tutorial stated her counselor could lock or unlock options, including the ones currently available. The only options available to Patty were the 'style' option and the 'touch delay' option.

Delighted that the style of the bra and panties was customizable, Patty stripped off her dress to experiment. First, she explored the bra options, grimacing when the list began with push-up, peek-a-boo, and shelf.

The first style she chose to try was a sports bra. The device's current strapless style provided no support and, if anything, enhanced her breasts' natural motion. As a runner, she hoped the sports bra would provide real support.

As she watched, the nanomaterials formed shoulder straps, and the chest band broadened. To provide material for the additional coverage, the device thinned until it appeared to be no more than a thin layer of paint. Even more disturbing was that it retracted from her nipples, leaving them completely exposed.

Doubting its support, Patty tested it by jogging in place. She was amazed that it provided better support than her favorite sports bra, albeit at the cost of coverage.

Hoping to make her naturally protruding nipples less noticeable, Patty experimented with styles, reasoning that less coverage meant thicker material. As she experimented, she discovered that the device did not absorb excess nanomaterial uniformly; instead, it thickened over the areolas and nipples last.

By the time it concealed her nipples, it was merely a narrow band exposing most of her tits and providing no support. It felt like her boobs would bounce out at the slightest move.

She found the panties worked the same way. The thin material continued to outline her slightly protruding inner lips until it was barely a thong, so narrow that her lips threatened to escape from the sides.

She finally settled on her usual style, a triangle bra and bikini panties. She realized that if she wanted concealment, she would need to wear a second layer of underwear.

Touch delay was the only other setting available. She seethed when she realized she was sent home with it set to the lowest delay, meaning that any touch would cause retraction, as she had discovered to her chagrin at dinner.

Eager to make it less sensitive, she was frustrated that the highest setting allowed was a mere 10 seconds.

She trembled as she completed the tutorial, realizing how much control the device placed in other hands.

The next morning, she set it to the sports bra style, watching her nipples pop out as the material thinned and withdrew. In the hot Florida summer, she opted for coolness and comfort. Patty slipped on a thin, blue running T-shirt. She shivered as the thin material slid over her naked nipples. She accepted that her nipples would be obvious, reasoning that she would be on the move and they would be hard to see.

She donned her favorite pair of black running shorts, did a few stretches, then took off for an uneventful 3-mile run. She focused on her breathing and form during her run. She completely forgot the device.

However, when she slowed to a jog, then to a walk to cool down, the movement of the thin running shirt over her sensitive nipples quickly stiffened them, bringing her attention back to the rest of her body. This was quickly joined by an awareness of her running shorts sliding over the satiny material of her panties, stimulating her pussy as well.

By the time she arrived home, her senses were focused on her sex. Passing her brother in the hallway, he greeted her with a poke of one of her stiff nipples and a cheery, "Nice headlights, sis! You must be happy to see me!"

Patty blushed deeply, pushed by him, and felt a flush of heat flow into her groin. She rushed to the shower and stripped as it came to temperature. When she stepped into the flowing water, the device retracted, letting the water flow directly over her sensitive nipples and crotch.

Horny and recognizing her opportunity, Patty began to masturbate in earnest, rubbing her exposed clit and plunging fingers into her wet tunnel. She quickly brought herself off, then finished her shower.

The remainder of the week was mostly non-eventful. She gradually became accustomed to the device. The rubbing of the satiny material over her sensitive areas gradually lost its novelty.

Although the device no longer made her horny by itself, it did leave her in a heightened state of sexual awareness. Now, whenever she saw a sexy man, heard a suggestive comment, or had a random sexy thought, her nipples would quickly stiffen and her vagina warm. Of course, such thoughts, sights, or comments happened daily, leading to daily masturbation sessions, sometimes multiple sessions.

Unfortunately, her brother overheard one session and taunted her, "Maybe next time you'll let me watch." Patty called him a pervert and punched his arm. She quickly moved away from him before he could notice her rising blush and stiffening nipples.

As she worked her vibrator on her clit that evening, Patty's mind went back to her brother's comment and thought, "That would be hot!" That night she came while imagining her brother watching her from her doorway and stroking his cock. She shuddered at the thought and worried about what was happening to her.

First Outpatient Visit -- Morning Session

Once again, while driving, the car seemed to vibrate more than she remembered. Although the steering wheel was steady, she felt the vibrations in her clit and nipples. She wondered if she was just supersensitive in anticipation of another stimulating session with the device.

Patty was directed to a 'treatment' room upon arrival. The room was comfortably furnished with a table, three sturdy but comfortable wooden armchairs, a bed, a mirrored wall, and a large, somewhat ominous, hi-tech chamber in one corner.

Patty fidgeted nervously as she looked back and forth between the bed and the ominous chamber. A man and a woman entered and introduced themselves. He was dressed in black slacks and a lightly patterned, blue button-down shirt, open at the neck. He looked fit, and Patty estimated he was in his late 20s.

The woman wore a light green business jacket and an over-the-knee skirt, accompanied by a light brown, collared blouse with several buttons open at the neck, exposing a generous, pale cleavage. Apparently, in her late 30s or early 40s, she had a matronly appearance but a smiling demeanor.

"Hi! I'm Travis, and I'll be your counselor when you're in Tallahassee. This is Dr. Feldsmere. You must be Patty."

"Actually, I prefer Tricia," Patty corrected.

We'll update our records, but it will take a while before 'Tricia' is everywhere in our system." Travis acknowledged. He continued, "Today will be a relatively long visit. You'll spend the morning with Dr. Feldsmere, have lunch, and then have an afternoon session with me.

"First things first. Please give me the device so our technicians can service it." He manipulated his phone momentarily, then announced, "There, both pieces have been unlocked, go ahead."

Patty looked around for a changing room or a screen to step behind.

"Ah, it's your first visit, isn't it? We are quite used to nudity around here. Strip here, you can put your dress back on afterwards."

Resigned to being publicly naked, yet again, she lifted off her sundress, placed it on the table, then removed the device. Both watchers smiled approvingly, admiring the honey-skinned beauty's perfect C-cup breasts with their pert, dark-pink nipples. Their eyes slowly scanned her body taking in her flat stomach, swelling hips and denuded pussy.

Embarrassed and turned on by their blatant perusal, Patty quickly reached for her dress.

"Just a moment," Travis ordered. "I need to examine you for chafing and determine if you need another laser treatment."

Following his direction, Patty moved around the table, then turned her back to him. He ran his fingers along the bra's strap impressions, then along her hips where her panties' waistband had rested. She blushed as her nipples tightened at his smooth and gentle strokes. He moved lower, starting with her rear. Patty squirmed when his probing fingers gently tickled her anus.

"Very good, I'm glad you keep yourself clean, but please remember to wash thoroughly before each visit. Now turn around and let me check the front."

Patty's nipples formed hard peaks as his fingers traced the bra strap impressions from her shoulders down to the top of her breasts, then sideways along the chest strap impressions. Patty's nipples grew so hard, they ached in anticipation of a touch that never came.

"Please spread your legs a little more than shoulder-width apart so I can finish my inspection."

Avery crouched, then caressed the top insides of her thighs, gently forcing her to spread her legs further. As her labia parted, Patty cringed, knowing that her wetness and scent would be revealed to the two observers.

"Excellent! No chaffing. Your butt is still hair free, so that doesn't need lasering, but I still need to check your vulva for stubble."

As he spoke, Travis remained squatting in front of Patty. Each of his breaths stimulated her sensitive lips. Patty trembled in embarrassment as her lips swelled and her arousal seeped down her channel.

Travis's fingers stroked upwards along her lower lips, Patty's clip engorged and emerged from its hood in time for his fingers to slide over it, eliciting a gasp and a quiver from Patty.

"All done, you're good for another week. If you want, you can get dressed now."

Patty had been so focused on Travis (and his fingers) that she had forgotten Dr. Feldsmere. Looking upwards as she reached for her dress, she caught the gleam in Dr. Feldmere's eyes. Dr. Feldsmere responded with a wink and a smile.

Pulling her sundress down over sensitive, erect nipples did nothing to cool her arousal.

Travis gathered the device and announced, "I'll take this to the technicians and leave you in the capable hands of Dr. Feldsmere.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Tricia. I'm Dr. Liz Feldsmere, and I'm the staff psychiatrist. Along with Dr. Williams in Gainesville, we will design your treatment program and monitor your progress. Today, I'd like to get to know you and administer several evaluative instruments. Do you have any questions before we get started?"

"I'm sure I do, but I don't know what they are," Patty confessed. "I have no idea what to expect."

"That's normal at this point in the program," the doctor reassured her. "Please tell me a bit about yourself so I can get to know you better."

Patty told the doctor about her school, the track team, and her goal to become an environmental scientist. As she spoke, her arousal faded from its peak, but knowing she was naked under the thin material kept her simmering.

After acknowledging Patty's response with a few follow-up questions, the doctor offered, "Let me tell you a little about our program. The supervising psychiatrists, like myself, were all sex therapists and/or researchers before joining the program. We all know that homosexuality has been present throughout history across multiple cultures, even across multiple species. We feel that homosexuality, and other so-called kinks like exhibitionism, are a part of the healthy natural variation of our species.

"When that absurd law was passed, we felt that if anyone should address sexual issues, it should be us. We did not want to see a repeat of the barbarism of conversion therapy from 30 years ago. That is why our program focuses on education and motivation to achieve its goals.

"Although we doubt we can change anyone's sexual orientation, we can help our clients deal with psychological and physical sexual issues and cope with the current societal norms. Of course, some variations are pathologic, and our program will not accept them, rapists and pedophiles for example, they need much closer supervision. They would be a risk to other participants."

Dr. Feldsmere then gave Patty the first of several written assessments, focused on her beliefs, values, emotions, sexual attitudes, and sexual history. The morning alternated between assessments and Dr. Feldsmere questioning her about her upbringing, sexual experiences, and sexual attitudes.