By Willie B.
williebflorida@gmail.com
Copyright 2025 by Willie B., all rights reserved
[2,958 words]
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Pearl Girls
A Stripped For Florida Story
by
Willie B Florida
williebflorida@gmail.com
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Part I
“No, don’t let her,” Steve wailed, “it’s a really bad idea.”
“Please, mom?” Stephanie wheedled, “I have to go, you don’t understand. Dad, say something, please.”
“It’s a sleepover,” Sandra put in. “I don’t understand what the big deal is.”
The twins stared at their parents, while their older sister shrugged her shoulders and started clearing the supper table.
“I’ll talk to Cheryl’s mom tomorrow,” their mother said, “and then your
father and I will make a decision. I have to say that ordinarily we
wouldn’t give it a second thought, but I’m concerned about your
insistence that you have to be stripped to go to a friend’s house.”
“Oh my god, she’s going to turn into one of those Pearl Girls,” Steve said.
“Pearl Girl?” their father queried.
“Steve has no idea what he’s talking about,” Stephanie replied, “And,
why do you think I’m so impressionable, anyway? What about you,
suddenly all into going to the gym, trying to get all buff. Whose idea
was that? Talk about being influenced by your friends. I just want to
be stripped, that’s all.”
“It wouldn’t have anything to do
with the fact that Cheryl just got stripped, or your friend Melanie,
not to mention Jennifer.” Steve taunted his sister in a way that only a
twin could pull off.
“That’s enough,” their mother declared.
“Stripping any of you is a decision that only your father and I can
make. Stephanie, don’t ask again. Steve, lay off your sister.”
“Okay,” Steve replied, “but just ask around. Pearl Girls or whatever they’re called.”
“I can’t believe you’re so stupid.” Stephanie stuck her tongue out at her brother and marched out of the kitchen.
“Take a break,” their father said to Sandra, who was already at the
sink washing up. “Steve and I are on clean up duty tonight.”
* * *
Stephanie’s mother sat down next to her daughter. The 14-year-old was
wearing brief nylon running shorts and a spaghetti strap top that
grazed across her pert young breasts, her nipples poking through the
thin fabric. “I’ve spoken with Cheryl’s mom. It is completely fine with
your dad and I if you want to be naked at the sleepover, but we’re not
stripping you at this time.”
“But, mom, they’re all going to Cheryl’s church the next morning and I want to go with them.”
“That’s alright. We’ll pick you up whenever is convenient.”
“You don’t understand. All the girls are going to church naked.”
“What’s being stripped have to do with church?”
“I don’t know. It just does.” Stephanie looked at her mother with the
distraught eyes of a girl desperate to be included in her group.
“If we strip you, you’ll be nude until you turn 21 years old. It is a
big decision and there’s plenty of time to think it over before we do
anything.”
“Well, I won’t go to Cheryl’s church then. Just
pick me up after breakfast and I’ll go to our super boring church where
everyone wears stupid clothes.” Stephanie got up and stomped out of the
room.
* * *
Stephanie’s parents sat across from Bob, the pastor of their church.
“I’m so glad you folks could come in and meet with me,” Bob said. “We
are starting up a chapter of a program that is already active in
several congregations in our area. I think you’ll be excited to hear
about it.”
“You said it had something to do with Stephanie?” her father inquired.
“Yes, indeed. Let me ask you folks, have you ever considered stripping your younger daughter?”
The parents looked at one another for a moment.
“Odd that you should ask,” her mother responded. “Stephanie has been campaigning to be stripped.”
“And what would you say is the major reason you haven’t done so yet?”
the pastor asked. “I mean, you’d love to see her nude 24/7, isn’t that
right?”
“That’s what she would like,” her father agreed, “but, yes, we would enjoy it as well.”
“Well…” Stephanie’s mother paused. “To be perfectly honest, we think she’s too young to have sex.”
“Way too young,” her father emphasized.
“Exactly!” Pastor Bob exclaimed, as if the two of them had given the
correct answer on a game show. “So many families would just love to
strip their daughters.”
“But, a stripped kid is allowed to have sex with any other stripped kid,” Stephanie’s mother protested.
“Have you heard of the Purity Pledges?” Bob asked.
The parents shook their heads in the negative.
“Parents should be the ones in control of how to raise their children.
That’s why I like the program we have here in Florida. Georgia just
instituted the Mandatory Nudity Program. It’s like living under a
socialist regime.”
Stephanie’s mom looked baffled. “A socialist regime? Georgia?”
“Unfortunately so,” Pastor Bob confirmed. “In Florida, parents decide
if, when and how to strip their child. In Georgia they’ve made nudity
mandatory for every kid. In Florida parents have to pay to strip their
child. In Georgia the state covers the cost. It’s socialism, pure and
simple. But, where was I?”
Stephanie’s parents waited.
“Oh, yes. It is only right that parents should make the decisions for
their child. As you point out, even in Florida, once a child is
stripped they can start having sex. They don’t even have to tell their
parents. The Purity Pledge program puts that decision back where it
belongs, with the parents.”
Stephanie’s dad nodded.
“We are encouraging parents to strip their daughters, ideally soon
after they’ve reached sexual maturity. In the Purity Pledge program
parents strip their daughters with the understanding that they will not
be having sex. The girls participate in meetings and activities to
instill the purity pledge so that they are fully on board with their
parents’ plan for them.”
“So,” Stephanie’s mom asked, “you’re encouraging parents to strip their daughters?”
“You know your daughter best. If she’s gaining an interest in sex and
you feel she is a candidate for the purity pledge, then we feel it can
be a very positive experience.”
“As you know, our two
youngest, Steve and Stephanie, are twins. Is there a similar program
for boys, so that we could strip both of them at the same time?”
“No, there is no similar program for boys. Our goal is to help our
children put off sexual activity until adulthood. Girls typically
mature faster than boys, but for some reason, exposing them fully to
the world seems to fulfill much of what might drive them into sexual
relationships. For boys, it appears to be the opposite. A stripped boy
is far more likely to feel confident and aggressively seek out sexual
opportunities. We recommend you keep your boy clothed.”
“This is all very new and a lot to think about,” Stephanie’s mom said.
“First our daughter laid it on, and now you,” Stephanie’s dad confirmed. “Seems like everyone wants Stephanie stripped.”
“It’s not quite like that,” Pastor Bob replied. “There’s no pressure. I
just wanted to keep you up to date. In the next few weeks I predict
you’ll be seeing a lot of newly stripped girls in our congregation who
are Stephanie’s age. Most of them will be Purity Pledges.”
“Thank you very much,” Stephanie’s mom said, standing up to leave.
“We’ll certainly discuss it and come to you if we have further
questions.”
* * *
The changes at the church came
about quickly. Newly stripped girls welcomed parishioners at the
sanctuary door when they arrived. During offertory, nude girls lined up
in front of the congregation and then fanned out to collect the
offerings, returning up the aisle with their backsides bobbing back and
forth. There was even talk of starting another choir group made up only
of stripped girls. The presence of so many nubile young girls seemed to
enliven the proceedings. No longer was half the congregation fighting
off sleep.
Stephanie was frustrated. More and more of her
friends, at school and at church, were getting stripped. And each girl
wore a single pearl around her neck.
Stephanie’s parents, for
their part, found that they agreed with Pastor Bob. Their daughter was
every bit as attractive as any of the girls whose bodies were now fully
on display at church services. They wanted Stephanie to be one of the
greeters at the door or collecting offerings or up on stage in the
choir. When not at school Stephanie wore the skimpiest of clothing, and
even less at the beach. Since they had given her permission to be nude
at sleepovers she was usually completely naked at her friends’ houses.
Why not strip her?
“But what about Steve?” his mother wondered.
“Does he even want to be stripped?” his father asked.
“It’s not really supposed to be about what our kids want,” his mother reminded him.
“I know. In Florida it’s all supposed to be up to the parents, but you
have to admit that we do want to make our children happy.”
“Let’s just strip Stephanie and get it over with,” her mother suggested.
“No, don’t do it,” Steve interrupted.
Stephanie’s twin stood in the doorway, wearing the tight black dance
shorts and pink crop top he’d worn to dance class, his face still
flushed from the workout.
“It’s okay, son,” his father said soothingly. “Your sister is going to be in a special program so that nothing can go wrong.”
“What’s happening?” Stephanie asked as she walked into the room.
“They want to strip you,” her brother replied.
“It comes with one condition,” her father said.
“You have to join the Purity Pledge at church,” her mother added.
“That’s totally what I was expecting,” Stephanie replied, her voice level.
“Don’t do it,” Steve yelled, his voice rising.
“Son,” his father said sternly, “We’ve considered this carefully and
talked it over with Pastor Bob. If your sister is going to be stripped
then we certainly want her in this program.”
“Pearl Girls is a bad business. Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” Steve interjected.
Stephanie’s mom stuck the SFF sticker behind her daughter’s ear. The
girl whooped it up and peeled off the tank top and shorts she was
wearing and, voila, was as naked as the day she was born. She looked
completely at ease. Her brother noticed her neatly trimmed pubic hair
and absence of tan lines. Her nude time with her girlfriends clearly
encompassed more daylight hours than mere sleepovers.
“I thought you’d never do it,” Stephanie hollered.
Steve rolled his eyes. “So, are you stripping me?”
“Not at this time, son,” his father answered.
“I figured.’ Steve mumbled. “You’ll see what happens now.”
“What was that?” his mother asked.
“I’ve got to take a shower,” Steve replied and walked out of the room,
elbowing his way past his older sister Sandra as he made his way to the
bathroom.
* * *
“Something’s different,” Steve eyed
his twin sister critically. Stephanie had just come home from her first
Purity Pledge meeting. “Why do you look younger?”
“Or perhaps more sophisticated?” Stephanie batted her eyelashes.
“Hmm, I don’t know about that,” Steve remarked. “You shaved!”
“All the Purity girls do,” Stephanie replied. “It’s a rule. I guess there’s no rule about staring. I am naked after all.”
“I didn’t notice right away,” Steve responded, “but what’s the deal? They want you to look pre-pubescent or something?”
“Not sure, really, but it feels really nice, so I’m not complaining. The air, you know, all breezy down there. Tickles almost.”
“I’ve heard guys say the same thing,” Steve mused. “Maybe I should try it.”
“You’re not even stripped, so what’s the point?”
“You don’t have to rub it in. I see you got your pearl, too.”
Stephanie flicked the single pearl around her neck with her finger.
“Pearl girl,” Steve taunted.
“Whatever.”
* * *
“Don’t let her, Dad, I’m telling you.” Steve said earnestly. “You guys have no idea what’s going on, do you?”
“I don’t understand,” his older sister interrupted. Sandra was 19,
worked as a medical aid, and was a student at the local community
college. She was past the age when her parents could strip her and held
a non-nonsense view of life. “It’s a restaurant job. Not even a server
position. What is it, Stephanie, assistant hostess?”
“I’ll be
a greeter and seating people to their tables,” Stephanie replied, a
hint of pride in her voice. “Honestly, it’s no different from what I’m
doing at church every Sunday, except that it’s an actual job.”
“As long as it doesn’t interfere with your schoolwork, I really don’t see any problem,” Stephanie’s mother stated.
“If my grades slip, I’ll cut back or quit,” Stephanie answered. “I promise.”
“Honestly, I’m surprised they’re hiring kids your age. They are paying you, I hope?” Sandra asked.
“Of course!” Stephanie answered indignantly.
“Of course they’ll hire her,” Steve huffed. “The younger the better.”
“I wouldn’t say that,” Stephanie protested.
“True. You’ve got to be old enough to be sexy.”
“You’re just jealous that you aren’t stripped,” Stephanie retorted.
Steve shrugged in frustration. “Maybe I’ll get a job, too.”
“They don’t hire unless you’re stripped,” Stephanie pointed out.
“Try not to kill each other this evening,” Stephanie’s mother said.
“Your father and I are going out to eat. I’ve left plenty of food for
all three of you.”
“Before you go, just sign these papers,”
Stephanie said. “Really, I should be able to get a job all on my own,
but they say you have to sign your approval since I’m under the age of
16.”
“Parents are in charge,” her mother chided, “you kids
seem to forget that. I’m signing these, but if your grades slip, you’ll
have to quit. Is that clear?”
“It won’t be a problem. You’ll see.” Stephanie gathered the signed papers, swished her hips and flounced off to her room.
* * *
Stephanie was gone at least three nights a week. Purity Pledges met
Wednesday nights (the same night as Bible Study, Steve noted
pointedly). Most of her friends were in Pledges as well, so she often
spent the night at someone’s house after the meeting. Stephanie worked
Friday or Saturday evening, and she was often at a group sleepover on
whichever weekend evening she wasn’t working.
“I’m staying at Kevin’s after dance class,” Steve announced.
“I just need to call Kevin’s mom to confirm,” his mother replied.
“Stephanie’s out all the time,” Steve complained. “Why do you have to check on me?”
“I’m not checking on you,” his mother answered. “I’m making sure it is
okay with Kevin’s mom to have you over there. I did the same with the
parents of all of Stephanie’s friends as well.”
“Okay,” Steve mumbled. “You don’t have to talk to her that long, alright?”
Kevin’s mom was fine with Steve coming over. “Any time,” she told
Steve’s mother. “Every time I see him he is so well behaved, and it is
nice for Kevin to have company. It’s just the two of us here, not like
your big, happy family.”
Steve’s mom got off the phone
quickly, not wanting to be guilt tripped about her allegedly perfect
life. Kevin was the only other boy in Steve’s dance class. His mother
worked double shifts as a nurse and was a single mom, so Kevin was
often home by himself.
“Kevin’s mom says she’s happy for you to stay over whenever you like,” Steve’s mom told him.
“I’ll probably be there tonight, then, after dance class,” Steve replied.
Having been rebuffed on the subject of being stripped, Steve decided
not to bring up the topic again. Unlike his sister, he never clarified
whether he could be naked at a friend’s house or not, he simply did it.
Kevin’s mom thought nudity came naturally to boys and besides, she was
often not home.
Soon Steve was out of the house as many evenings as his sister.
“Are you sure my son isn’t wearing out his welcome?” Steve’s mother
asked. Kevin’s mom sounded cheerful but distracted on the other end of
the phone conversation.
“No, no. Such a good boy. They make
no mess, clean up after themselves. It’s almost as if they aren’t even
there,” she laughed.
“They’ve extended my hours,” Stephanie
announced. “Also, I’m using part of my earnings to take a dance class
with one of my Pledge friends.”
“That’s fantastic, Stephanie,” her mother applauded. “You haven’t taken dance classes in years.”
“Yeah, well, my friend’s really into to it, so I thought I’d do it,
too. Actually, it’s a lot more fun that it was when I was a kid.”
“Kevin and I are going to the gym two nights a week, maybe three.”
Steve announced. “So I’ll probably just stay at his place. It’s easier,
plus we can work on our homework together.”
Stephanie showed
off a few dance moves to her skeptical brother. Steve showed off his
enhanced musculature to his dismissive sister. The twins were out of
the house three or four nights per week. Their sister, Sandra, was busy
with school, working night shifts and engaged in her first serious
adult relationship. Their parents could be excused for not paying
closer attention. After all, they were enjoying their first regular
time alone in the house in two decades.
It took a while for
the novelty of having the house to themselves to wear off, but
eventually they decided to enjoy the idea of going out to eat without
wondering what the kids were up to. And that was when everything came
to light all at once. The shit was about to hit the fan.
End of Part I