“It’s not looking good, Kat,” my attorney tells me as he comes into the small room. His suit is disheveled as usual and he looks like he’s hungover. “I think you need to plead guilty, accept the sentence and move on after that. It’s only 48 hours.”

I pinch the bridge of my nose. How did it come to this? I’m an educated woman with a decent job. How can I be charge with “menace to society”?

In an effort to bring women back to their original place in society, the government has begun cracking down harder. Things from traffic violations to even purchasing too much alcohol puts a ding on your record and I have gone above the legal amount. Sure I got the warning letters in the mail but I didn’t think they were actually enforcing these things.

Finally I received the summons to appear in court and assigned a lawyer and I began to realize they meant business.

Back in the courtroom the judge reads out my list of my minor charges. “Miss Claiborne as you have entered in a plea of guilty, you will be sentenced to 48 hours in the women’s health and correctional facility. You will be taken into custody immediately, stripped of all your personal effects and transported in the PE vehicle to the facility. There you will be given the prescribed physical exam, corporal punishment will be administered and you will be placed on display for all to see.”

“Wait,” I look to my attorney. “Wait this wasn’t communicated to me at all!”

The judge slams his gavel and I’m swiftly taken by the arms by some large guards and lead to the back room.

“Please,” I calmly try to explain. “This is a huge misunderstanding. These are minor infractions.”

The guard is completely disinterested in what I have to say as he orders me to empty my pockets, which they already are. He then starts by removing my blazer and yanking my top over my head. My bra is unfastened and my breasts tumble free. Another guard is down on one knee yanking my skirt off followed by my panties. I’m now completely naked as I’m ordered to step out of my shoes. All my clothes along with my purse are placed in a large ziplock bag and taken out of sight.

My lip quivers and I try to fight back tears. Continuing to move quickly, my arms are placed behind my back and I’m escorted out of the room, down the hall and toward the outside door!

When it’s opened, the cool air and sunlight only highlight my nakedness even more. I’ve never been nude outside before. Well, except for that topless suntanning at the apartment pool. I got an infraction for that as well…

Fortunately we are still in somewhat privacy as we are in the courthouse lot which is secured.

“Ready for PE vehicle,” a guard says into the walkie. In the midst of shock, I forgot to ask what a PE vehicle was. My question would soon be answered however as a truck turns the corner and comes toward us. In plain letters on the said it simply says “Public Exposure Vehicle”. Any other questions were removed when I see the back of the truck. It’s a tall thin plexiglass box, with air holes of course. It looks to be only large enough for one person to stand completely upright.

A guard lowers the tailgate of the truck and unfolds some small stairs and soon I’m being lead up. He opens a hinged side to the box and with no explanation, I’m shoved inside and the door is locked behind me. I’m standing up in this small glass box. The guard locks me in, closes up the back of the truck and waves to the driver. We’re moving now….