Stages (Chapter 9) (Patreon)

Nick wiped off his hand and had Eliza sit down in the warm water. She did feel a touch better as the water covered her and gave her at least the illusion of modesty. He retrieved an old plastic cup decorated with Dora the Explorer and filled it with water to wash her hair. Once she got over the initial shock of someone touching her so intimately she nearly started to enjoy the feeling of Nick massaging shampoo into her head, and rubbing every inch of her upper body clean with a soapy washcloth. She felt the cloth moving down her back and then tried to suppress her embarassment as Nick dragged the warm, slippery cloth over her boobs and soft tummy. "Upsy daisy" Nick cooed as he helped her up by the arm. He had her turn around and face the wall in the same position as before. As much as she tried Eliza couldn't bring herself to be ok with the feeling of the wash cloth working between her legs from front to back. "There we are, that's much better Kiddo," Nick said, rinsing the cloth out one final time. "What do you think?" He asked. "It's ok, you can move your arms sweetie," he smiled at her. 

Eliza still wasn't really sure what her meant, she didn't feel that different to every other time she had cleaned herself in the shower or bath except she could still feel that slippery feeling between her legs for some reason. She put her hand down there and realised the gel was gone, but she was completely smooth! She looked down and couldn't remember the last time she was that bare there. She had always kept a little bit of hair there as a sign of her womanhood. She wanted to say something but couldn't even find the words and instead started sobbing softly. "Aww it's ok sweetheart, I know it feels a bit weird now but I think this is for the best. It will make it so much easier for us to keep you nice and clean now. Don't worry it lasts quite a while so we won't have to do it again for another few months" Nick consoled her sweetly. He handed her a towel which she took and immediately wrapped herself in. She had never before appreciated the privilege of modesty as much as she was now. "You get yourself all dry and I'll meet you in your room to put your jammies on you." Nick figured he had made his point and would give Eliza a second on her own to let the last 45 minutes or so sink in. 

Nick left and Eliza began drying herself. Her hand once again went back to her new bald patch just to double check. What she found was smooth and soft, confirming her worst fears. This was getting ridiculous for her. She didn't know how much more she could stand but she knew she needed to finish her last year at school. She was already about a quarter of the way through and if she didn't put up with this stupid program she knew her mum would kick her out and stop paying her expensive school fees. She had to figure out a way to get through this. Everytime she tried to behave she couldn't help but lash out at something else that was utterly embarassing or humiliating that Nick made her do. Maybe she could runaway and live with her friend Sarah. Eliza and Sarah's family got along well. "Shit!" She thought, "I'm supposed to be going to Sarah's house tomorrow!" She knew if there was any chance of convincing Nick to let her go she needed to show him she could be grown up and responsible. She finished drying herself off and made her way down the hall, wrapped in a white fluffy towel once again. 

Eliza spent the walk down the hall into her room building her resolve to let Nick dress her in whatever stupid tween style underwear and pyjamas he had selected for her. She was determined to be good and to ask him to let her see her friend as they had planned. She entered her room as confidentially as possible as Nick was drawing her curtains closed. All the steel she had managed to build up in her belly melted away when she looked at the end of her bed and saw what Nick had laid out for her to wear.