As the truck drives out of the gate and down the drive to the main road, I realize I’m having to keep my hands on either side of the box to keep from being slammed around too much. Which means my hands are no longer free to provide me with any amount of modesty.

Soon, we are on the main road through town and I’m in full view of all the other citizens out and about that day. Everyone looks, some point and laugh, others simply giving me a disapproving glare. I decide to try to avoid eye contact. We come to a stop light and I happen to catch a glance of myself in the reflective windows of an office building. What a sight I am. Had I known this was a possibility I might’ve at least shaven. As I stand now, my dark curly bush is visible even from the side.

The women’s center is only a few blocks away but not surprisingly, today it felt much longer. The truck turns in and checks in with a gate guard who waves him along, eyeing me closely as I pass him.

We travel down a gravel driveway, my boobs bouncing wildly as we do and pull up to the front of the large building.

2 orderlies come down the stairs to meet us. One of them climbs up the truck and opens the door ushering me out. Again, I’m not placed in cuffs or handled roughly, just directed where to go. I guess they don’t expect a fully naked woman to take off running so I’m not much of a flight risk.

The front lobby of the center looks about like any government building. There are a few service windows and hard plastic chairs in rows for waiting. There are actually a couple of other fully nude women waiting, others are dressed but don’t exactly look like they’re here because they want to be.

“Name!” A lady behind one of the windows barks at me.

“I’m Kat-Kathryn Claiborne,” I tell her softly, stepping up closer.

She clicks on her keyboard with her long nails. “Have you had a medical yet?”

“No, I just came straight here from the courthouse,”

She rolls her eyes as if I did something wrong. “Well you gotta have a medical before you can be processed. Take a seat.”

I slowly step over to the chairs and try to find one not super close to someone else and take a seat. The hard plastic is cold against my bare bottom and I’m left to allow my mind to wander what’s next.