Dalton and Ethan Chapters 1 and 2

(a Stripped for Florida story)

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Chapter 1: Dalton Gets Stripped

Dalton

I was roughly shaken awake by my sister Haley.

“Come on, Mom wants to do back to school shopping.”

I groaned and reluctantly got up and started getting dressed. I hated shopping, especially back to school shopping, and Mom always got mad about how much everything costs.

“Do I need new clothes?” I asked as I walked towards the kitchen, where Mom was waiting impatiently.

“Yes,” she replied, “You’ve about outgrown your shirts and all your shorts are full of holes. Now get in the car.”

I knew there was no sense in arguing so I slid on my flip-flops and headed out the door. Once Mom had gotten the car started, we drove off to Wal-Mart. Haley was sullen; she always hated having to shop at Wal-Mart and thrift stores when her friends were wearing nice designer clothes, but she knew there was no use bringing it up with Mom.

When we got to Wal-Mart, Mom realized that the prices were all way higher than last year, so she decided to go to Goodwill instead. We found the same thing there.

“Excuse me,” Mom asked the sales-lady, “these shirts are a lot more expensive than they were last year, are you having a sale or anything before school starts?”

“I’m sorry ma’am, ever since Georgia and Alabama passed their new public decency laws, there’s been far more demand for modest clothing, and we’ve had to ship much of our stock out of state and raise the prices on what’s left. Now if you were looking for baggy pants or belly-button shirts, we could get you some great deals. I should say we’re willing to pay generously for old clothes now.”

Mom sighed, “What am I going to do? I’m a waitress and I just can’t afford these prices.”

The sales-lady leaned in and whispered loud enough for me to hear. “There is one other option. You’ve heard of the Stripped-For-Florida Program?”

Mom nodded, “I’ve seen the news reports, that’s that thing in Miami where they give the children a microchip and…”

I was starting to get nervous as the lady described the program in greater detail. “Anyway,” she finished, “my sister-in-law is the representative for Polk County, and she’s looking to sign up her first clients. For 90 bucks you could have both those kids stripped and not have to worry about clothes until they turn 21.

Before I could object, Haley opened her big fat mouth. “That’d be great, Mom, no one would tease me for being poor anymore.”

“Yeah, they’d just tease you for being naked instead,” I pointed out, trying to preempt the plan that I knew was forming in Mom’s head.

“Nonsense, the boys would love her, and I’m sure you’d be a hit with the girls, Dalton.”

I leaned in and whispered so no one could here, “I don’t like girls, remember. We talked about this.”

“Yes, and I don’t think you have anything to be ashamed of. In fact, I think it would do you some good to be out in the open.”

“But Mo-omm”

“No buts,” she flashed me The Look and I knew I was screwed. “You are getting stripped and that’s final.”

I sighed and went to wait in the car while Mom got directions from the sales-lady. She drove us to a strip mall with a shop labeled “Stripped for Florida: Polk County Headquarters.” Underneath the sign was a photograph of a twin boy and girl, completely naked. A knot formed in my stomach as we walked into the store.

The lady at the desk looked up at us and smiled. “Hello, are you ready to become the first stripped kids in Polk County?”

“You sure bet,” Haley said, I just groaned and tried to hide behind a rack of brochures.

“Well you’ll just have to wait a few minutes while Mom fills out the paperwork and I get the Q-Chips ready.”

“Go ahead and take your clothes off, kids,” Mom said. Instead I tried to make myself invisible while avoiding looking at the brochures, which seemed to depict the wide and disturbing array of body piercings you could give a stripped kid.

“Daltonnnn” Mom warned, and I knew there was no getting out of this. Reluctantly, I kicked off my flip-flops and pulled off my shirt. Finally, I sighed and yanked my shorts and underwear down in a single motion, and stepped out from behind the brochures.

The lady leaned over me and stuck a band-aid behind my ear before turning to my mother.

“Now, since these are the first kids in the county to be stripped, they get a year’s supply of free pills.”

“What are the pills for?” Mom asked,

“For your daughter, birth control, and for your son, to keep him erect all the time.”

“I don’t need to be hard all the time,” I pointed out.

“That will take care of your problem with being gay,” Haley said. I shot her a dirty look, as she continued, “you’re worried that guys will notice if you get a hard-on when you’re around them, but if you’re hard all the time, there will be nothing to notice.” I was mad at her for saying that in front of the lady, but I couldn’t argue with her logic, so I reluctantly took the pill.

Mom decided that we had to get groceries, and of course I was hard by the time we pulled into the parking lot. Everyone in the store stared at us, and I noticed a few little kids pointing at my dick and giggling before being shushed by their mothers. I swear to God, mom was trying to make the trip last as long as possible. Finally, we checked out and drove home.

While we were unloading the car, Steve Hart came over. He lived next door, and had been my best friend since we met.

“Woah, you’re naked.”

“Yeah, my mom stripped me,” I grumbled.

“Is your sister stripped too?”

“Yeah.”

“Awesome! Is that why you’re hard?”

“NO! That’s gross! They give you these pills that make you hard all the time.”

“Ok, cool. Anyway, you want to go swimming?”

“Sure, just let me get these groceries unloaded. I guess I won’t need to find my bathing suit.”

“Cool. Hey, do me a favor and try to keep your mom from talking to my mom for a few weeks. I don’t want her getting any ideas.”

Chapter 2: Home Alone

Ethan

I ate breakfast with Dad, and then he left for work. Since we’d just moved to Florida, I didn’t know anyone in town, which meant I was going to be spending the day by myself. When I got bored with my X-Box I flipped on the local news.

They were running a special report on the Stripped for Florida Law. It was passed after the DECENT Treaty gave states the option to change their public decency laws. California, where I lived before we moved here, had let towns make their own decisions, so you could go to one town and see people, (usually gross old people) walking around in their birthday suits, but in the next town over you’d get arrested for going on the boardwalk without a shirt or shoes. It was kind of a crazy system, if you ask me, but Florida’s seemed even worse. Public nudity wasn’t ordinarily legal, but the state had some sort of program set up where you could put a tag on your kid and they had to be naked 24/7 until they were 21. It was really popular with tourists, who could tag their kids for a nudist vacation and then let them were clothes again when they crossed the state line. I couldn’t see the locals going for it, but the reporter said there were a few, especially in Miami.

They cut to an interview one of the reporters had done with a stripped family outside Disney World. The oldest son looked kind of hot, and my dick started getting hard as I watched. I figured I didn’t have anything better to do, so I went online and began looking up more about the law. There were a ton of videos and interviews with kids who’d been stripped. Some of them were really hot, and my hand began wandering towards my dick as I watched them. I tried watching some videos of girls to see if they did anything for me, but my dick just went limp. After a few minutes of this, I gave up and went back to pictures of boys. That did the trick and before long my shorts were off and my hand was wrapped around my shaft. I went to the shower to finish myself off, and when I was done, went back to the computer to do some more serious research on this program.

Will there be naked kids at school, I wondered, and if so how am I going to keep control of myself around them. I certainly wouldn’t want them to notice my shorts tenting for a naked guy. But there’s nothing to worry about. I’m sure I’ll be into girls by the time school starts.

It turned out the Stripped for Florida rules did apply within schools. In fact, every school in Florida had sensors installed in every doorway to pick up students who were trying to cheat the system. But it didn’t look like I’d be going to school with any naked kids. According to the state’s website, there were only two kids in all of Polk County that had been stripped.

When Dad got home, I told him what I’d found out, leaving the part about masturbation out of it.

He nodded. “Actually, that’s why the network had me move out here. They think programming featuring nudity is going to be the next big thing in television, and they want me to scout out Florida to see if there are any opportunities for stripping-themed shows.”

“But won’t those shows get censored in more conservative states?” I asked.

“Nope, television is regulated by the Federal government, and they say that you can broadcast anything as long as it’s legal in the jurisdiction where it was filmed.”

“So why don’t they just film them in Santa Monica?”

Dad chuckled, “They can get away with a lot more here than in Santa Monica.”

I thought about some of the websites I’d looked at. What kind of shows is Dad talking about?

“In fact, if we go to Orlando for dinner, we can see just what they can get away with.”

Intrigued, I followed him out to the car and we drove to Orlando. Sure enough, I noticed a lot of naked kids walking around the tourist area. Most of them were sunburned and the boys were almost all hard. In fact, one had an orgasm right as we were walking into the restaurant.

“They can give him things like butt plugs and vibrating cock rings that stimulate him to the point of ejaculation,” Dad explained.

“Wouldn’t that get old after a while?”

“I guess they take them out when they go back home.”

There were a few families with stripped kids in the restaurant. I tried not to be obvious as I checked out the boys. Evidently I wasn’t successful as dad noticed me.

“Enjoying the view?”

“Huh?”

“Don’t worry, those boys won’t notice you. I only noticed because I found your magazines in the boxes.”

Shit, I thought, He’s seen those?! I have to convince him I’m not really gay, that it’s just a phase.

I just said “Oh, I was wondering where they’d gotten to.”

(The End)