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   Written by Janus Copyright 2004





   The previous chapter of the Watson Clinic detailed the story of Laura,
an eight-year old girl who overcame her psychological problems to become
comfortable around men again.  Chapter 2 presents a new study.

   The Watson Clinic Chapter 2
Prologue:
Kayla uncomfortably shifted her weight from one foot to the other as she
stood at the Olympic-size swimming pool.  The odor of chlorine filtered
through her nostrils as she watched a group of men emerge from the locker
room door, each on wearing nothing but a white Speedo that emphasized their
bulging crotches.  The nine-year old girl could feel herself blushing in
embarrassment as she tried to casually avert her eyes.  "What on earth are
those bulges?" Kayla thought to herself.  "I don't have a bulge there in my

swimsuit..."



   Chapter 2 - The Watson Clinic: Kayla

   When the students reconvened the next day, the class was noticeably
smaller.  Several students had left, too shocked by the previous day's
events.  Dr Watson chose not to acknowledge the missing students.

   "Hello class," she said dimming the lights and starting her PowerPoint
presentation.  "Let's start shall we?"

   The remaining students scrambled to pick up their pens and open their
notebooks.  In a businesslike manner, Dr Watson began her lecture.

   "Yesterday we covered Laura's case study.  Although affected by her
father's sexual abuse, the damage was not severe," Dr Watson paused a
moment, raising her eyes to see if anyone would object.  There was none. 
She continued, "Laura merely had a mental block that was easily removed by
letting her resolve her internal struggle on her own terms."

   The PowerPoint presentation clicked forward, showing a still video
capture of Laura as she jerked off the penis protruding from the inside of
the playroom cabinet.  The image of the eight-year old girl with her small
hands holding an adult penis drew no reaction from the group of students.
Pleased at their professionalism, Dr Watson inwardly smiled.

   "Our next study is Kayla," she informed the class.  A photograph of a
young girl appeared on the screen.  She had short, dark brown hair that
fell just below her ears in a straight cut.  She was smiling very shyly for
the camera, which was odd because she was an exceptionally pretty young
girl.  Her slim oval face and big brown eyes gave a small hint at the
beauty she would possess as a young woman.

   "Kayla is nine years old.  She was brought to the Watson Clinic by her
foster family, who I will refer to as the Smiths for the sake of patient
confidentiality." Dr Watson began to pace as her mind concentrated on her
presentation.  The students still attentively took notes.

   "Kayla was adopted by the Smith family when she was eight years and nine
months old.  The Smiths were an unexceptional family, statistically
speaking.  The father and mother were in their early forties and they had
two children of their own, a nine year old boy and a seven year old girl.
They were moderately affluent with a combined household income of $110,000
per year."

   "Statistically, they were normal," Dr Watson told the class.  "In other
ways, however, they were, shall we say, a bit progressive." The PowerPoint
presentation advanced and an image of a family appeared, standing on a
beach in the nude.

   "The Smiths enjoyed living a nudist lifestyle," Dr Watson said.  No one
in the classroom even blinked.  "Each summer, they would spend six weeks in
France with other nudist families.  In addition, their geographic location
of Southern Arizona allowed them to lead a nudist lifestyle at home as
well."

   "Mr.  and Mrs.  Smith had enjoyed this lifestyle for years.  Indeed,
their children were raised as nudists as well and neither had any
misgivings about nudity, although both were remarkably well-adjusted in
separating their home life from their public life, in school for example."

   "Before the Smiths adopted Kayla, they had feared that their lifestyle
might conflict with the young girl's sensibilities.  However, after
speaking with several child psychologists and pediatricians, they were
given the advice that most children at Kayla's age would have few
difficulties adjusting to nudism if given a slow exposure period.  In other
words, they had to break her in slowly."

   "The Smiths did just that.  When Kayla first moved in, they elected to
wear clothes for the first three months.  Kayla had no problem adjusting to
her new life with her foster family.  Although initially shy, she soon
became a regular member of the household.  She got along well with the
Smith children, particularly the daughter and the two became good friends."

   "When Mr.  and Mrs.  Smith decided that Kayla was properly integrated
and comfortable with the family, they began to introduce their nudist
lifestyle.  They had a large private swimming pool in their backyard and
the Smith children were the first to resume their nudist lifestyle on a hot
summer day.  Since Kayla displayed an above average level of athleticism
when it came to swimming, the Smiths' thought the pool would be an
excellent arena."

   "Kayla, however, seemed taken aback by such behavior.  The Smiths
reported that she seemed greatly embarrassed and ashamed by the children's
nudity.  As such, their was no attempt to get Kayla to shed her swimsuit
along with the children.  Despite her reluctance, after two weeks Kayla
seemed to adjust to the idea of the Smith children swimming nude but she
still chose to wear her own swimsuit."

   "Hoping to encourage the young girl, Mr.  and Mrs.  Smith began swimming
nude in their pool as well.  This did not go over well.  The first time she
saw her foster parents naked, Kayla bolted from the pool and went to her
room, refusing to come out.  The Smiths went back to swimsuits for a week
and Kayla rejoined them, acting as if nothing had happened."

   "One day, all four of the Smiths began swimming naked before Kayla
arrived at the pool.  When the young girl came and saw their nakedness, she
went to her room and again chose not to come out.  This behavior continued
for several weeks.  When the family was dressed in swimsuits, Kayla would
join them and enjoy herself.  If they were nude, she would stay in her
room. Clearly, Kayla wanted nothing to do with their nudist lifestyle."

   "Mr.  and Mrs.  Smith would talk to the young girl from time to time
about nudity but such discussions would go nowhere as she disliked the
subject.  Unsure of what to do next, the family brought Kayla to the Watson
Clinic."

   "We began a thorough investigation into Kayla's background.  She had
become an orphan at age seven when her parents died in an accident. 
Further searching revealed that her parents had been strict Catholics and
the father was a minister.  Extensive play therapy sessions with Kayla
revealed that her real father and mother's strictness was something
approaching mania."

   "They had taught Kayla that the body was a private thing and nudity was
the most shameful sin possible.  Consequently, the young girl had severe
repression of her natural sexual curiosity.  Indeed, psychological
evaluations indicated that Kayla was subconsciously quite preoccupied with
male sexual anatomy.  However, her natural curiosity was inhibited by her
parents from an early age."

   Dr.  Watson paused to survey the class.  She was pleased to see each
student was listening carefully to her every word.  The wheels in their
head were clearly turning and Dr.  Watson was delighted to see the students
engaging in her lecture.

   "Thus Kayla had a serious mental block, a disconnect in her mind, that
prevented her from joining her new family's nudist lifestyle.  On one hand
she was curious and wanted to explore with them.  On the other, her
upbringing did not allow her to engage in this part of herself."

   Dr.  Watson switched off the PowerPoint presentation and turned on the
lights.  "And what was our solution for Kayla?" she asked the class
rhetorically.  "Our method for Kayla's treatment was quite simple.  First
we took her enjoyment of swimming and found a way to incorporate our
treatment into this pastime.  Quite simply, we..."



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   Kayla uncomfortably shifted her weight from one foot to the other as she
stood at the Olympic-size swimming pool.  The odor of chlorine filtered
through her nostrils as she watched a group of men emerge from the locker
room door, each on wearing nothing but a white Speedo that emphasized their
bulging crotches.  The nine-year old girl could feel herself blushing in
embarrassment as she tried to casually avert her eyes.  "What on earth are
those bulges?" Kayla thought to herself.  "I don't have a bulge there in my
swimsuit..."

   Kayla stood awkwardly as she waited for the men to walk the length of
the pool to reach her.  It was a large pool, Olympic sized and it held a
calm and shimmery expanse of water.  The air was characteristically filled
with the scent of chlorine, a smell Kayla normally found reassuring.

   But now she felt the sudden need to run away.  A lump formed in her
throat as her breathing quickened, a panic attack approaching.  For some
reason, she felt embarrassed to see the men like this, wearing only a thin
covering of spandex.  Kayla had been quite happy when her foster parents
told her they were enrolling her in a two week swimming program with some
Olympic swimmers at a local training facility.  But she hadn't realized the
swimmers were going to be men and she didn't know they were going to be
wearing these tight swimsuits...

   "Hi Kayla!" one of them called out.  He waved to her.  Feebly, she tried
to wave back.

   "I'm Jacob," the man said, extending his hand.  Shyly, Kayla took it and
gave him a handshake.  His hand seemed huge in hers.  She practically had
to crane her neck to look up at him, he was so tall.  Kayla was tall for
her age as well, but not as tall as this man who must have been six foot
four inches tall.  The young girl felt tiny next to him.  Her tight-fitting
swimsuit only served to reinforce the difference.  Kayla's chest was
perfectly flat and her skin well-tanned.  Her butt was very skinny,
definitely that of a child, and her slender legs merged seamlessly with her
straight hips and waist.

   "I'm really glad you could come out and join us," Jacob said.  "Me and
the guys are really excited." The other men murmured their consent.  "I'm
the captain of the swim team so you'll mostly be working with me.  But the
other guys are here too if you ever need help.  This is Matthew," Jacob
said, pointing to the man next to him.  "And that's John... Adam... Paul...
and Eli."

   Kayla nodded, her face burning redder by the second.  Each of the men
were very athletically built and well-muscled.  They were all tall too, so
that when she was introduced she found herself raising her head to look at
their faces.  All six men were well over six foot four so that Kayla, being
only four feet tall, found herself level with each of their bulging
Speedos. The nine-year old girl felt herself start to shake with
nervousness.

   The men had formed a small semi-circle around her and Kayla found
herself surrounded by their hidden maleness.  It was hard to keep craning
her neck upwards so the young girl found herself staring at their meaty
swimsuits.  It didn't matter where she looked since they circled her on
every side.  Kayla swallowed hard as she stared for a moment at one man's
crotch (she had forgotten his name already.  Was it Adam?  Eli?) and
studied how the tight spandex of his suit followed every curve of his
crotch, emphasizing his brawny legs.

   "So Kayla," Jacob said, snapping her reverie.  Embarrassed, Kayla looked
up at him.  "I guess we can just start by warming up with some light
swimming.  How does that sound?"

   Kayla nodded.  The other men jumped in the pool and started lazily
swimming.  Jacob waited for her and helped her into the water.  Once Kayla
was in the water, she instantly felt a little more relaxed.  The water was
warm and she felt soothed by it.  Kayla had always loved swimming and she
was a natural at it.

   "Let's go!" Jacob encouraged her.  He pushed himself off and began to do
a backstroke.  Kayla followed suit.  As she concentrated on her strokes,
her mind began to relax as well.  Soon the nine year old girl was having
fun, racing against Jacob as the other men tried to distract him with
splashing.

   Finally, they stopped.  Kayla was breathing hard from her exertion as
the group gathered in the shallow end of the pool.

   "You're a really good swimmer, Kayla," Jacob told her.  The other men
nodded and Kayla smiled with pride.  "For a girl your age, I think you show
a lot of natural talent."

   "Thank you," Kayla said softly.

   "I'm not sure why you even need to hang around with us," Jacob
continued. "You're good enough that you don't even need training!"

   Kayla laughed and blushed, with pride this time.  Thankfully, the men
were all still standing in waist-high water so their male parts were hidden
from view.

   "So now that you're with us, what would you like to practice?" Jacob
asked her.  "Do you want to learn how to do more swim strokes?  Just build
your endurance?  Practice Olympic racing?"

   Kayla's face lit up.  "Olympic racing!" she said excitedly.

   "Really?" Jacob asked.  "Like actual racing techniques and timing and
stuff?" Kayla nodded.  "Okay then," he said thoughtfully.  "Guys, what's
the most important thing to practice for racing?"

   "Endurance," they responded in unison.

   "Right," Jacob said.  "Endurance means being able to swim at the same
pace for long periods of time.  But it also means developing lung strength
so you can hold your breath since during racing you can swim underwater. 
How long can you hold your breath, Kayla?"

   "I'm not sure."

   "Well, let's find out..." Jacob got out of the water and headed for a
bench off to the side of the pool.  Kayla tried not to look at his muscular
butt as he climbed out of the water.  When he returned, she tried even
harder not to stare at the dripping bulge in his crotch.  She couldn't help
herself though.  "It's like he's got a big potato in his swimsuit," Kayla
thought to herself.

   "Here we go," Jacob said, jumping back in the water.  He handed Kayla a
pair of goggles.  "Put these on.  I'll time you while you hold your breath
underwater."

   Kayla put on the goggles and took a deep breath before plunging
underwater.  She was concentrating on conserving her air when she realized
she had closed her eyes.  Remembering she had goggles, Kayla opened her
eyes.  The wavy blue of the pool came into focus.  But more importantly,
Kayla could see six figures underwater.  Before, the water was obscuring
the men below the waist but now they were clearly visible to Kayla.

   "They can't see what I'm doing down here," Kayla thought herself. 
Unhindered by her shame, Kayla now gazed openly at the six lumpy crotches,
studying every curve and bulge.  Between her own legs, their was only a
smooth area, but what were these protrusions on the men?  Jacob was closest
to her and Kayla took the opportunity to inspect his Speedo.  He was so
close that she could have reached out and touched the bulge if she wanted
to but the moment she had the thought, Kayla was overcome with guilt.  She
didn't know why but she felt deeply ashamed for staring at these men.

   Her lungs began to burn so Kayla pushed herself back to the surface and
took a deep breath of air.  The young girl huffed and puffed as she pulled
the goggles off her face.

   "Not bad," Jacob told her.  "You were underwater for twenty-seven
seconds.  But with practice, we'll get you to the minute mark.  I guarantee
it."

   Kayla finally caught her breath enough to speak.  "You really think so?"


   "Of course!  Are you all caught up with breath?  Let's try again."

   Kayla pulled her goggles back on and went underwater.  Despite her
guilt, she didn't waste any time finding Jacob and his Speedo.  The other
men had drifted away to the far end of the pool to swim but she paid no
heed to them.  She was face to face with Jacob's Speedo and his swollen
protrusion jutted out at her.  The nine-year old girl was fascinated by it.
She wanted to touch it but knew she shouldn't.  Instead, she ignored her
guilt and studied Jacob's crotch.  Being a swimmer, his thighs were shaved
clean and they perfectly framed his forbidden area.

   Kayla went back up for air when her lungs began to burn but the exercise
repeated again and again throughout the rest of the afternoon.  When it was
time to head to the locker rooms and clean up, Kayla was disappointed. 
Jacob noticed her face right away.

   "Don't worry, Kayla," he told her, "we'll all be practicing again
tomorrow too." With that, he rounded up his team and they headed for the
men's locker room, leaving Kayla alone to head for the women's locker room.


   She was hardly able to wait for the next day's pool session.  The
swimming camp program included other activities as well, such as guest
speakers and classroom swimming instruction.  But the best part of the day
was the pool time.

   On the second day, Kayla's heart skipped a beat as she watched the Jacob
and the rest of the swim team enter the pool area dressed in the same white
Speedos as yesterday.  They began the underwater breath holding exercise
right away and Kayla immediately took the opportunity to study Jacob's
bulge.

   After two days, Kayla was able to improve her underwater time to
thirty-nine seconds.  By the end of the first week, she was able to hold
her breath for forty-five seconds underwater.  It didn't hurt that she had
a great incentive to stay underwater for as long possible to study the
lumpy knob in Jacob's Speedo as he timed her.  Kayla greatly enjoyed her
furtive spying and liked how it made her feel a little excited inside.  The
nine-year old girl couldn't name the feeling but she enjoyed this slight
stirring deep in her tummy when she stared at the men's bulging crotches.

   Kayla noticed something else different too.  After practice when she
took off her swimsuit, she detected an odd, pungent odor that emanated from
her swimsuit.  At first she thought it was her imagination, but Kayla soon
discerned a sharp scent that stood out from the usual chlorine smell.  Upon
further inspection, the young girl found the sharp scent was coming from
the crotch area of her swimsuit.  Not sure of what it was, the young girl
dismissed it.

   After one week of swim practice, Kayla was able to hold her breath
underwater for fifty-two seconds.  "Good job," Jacob told her approvingly.
"You're closing in on the two-minute mark." Kayla was thrilled by the
praise and strapped on her goggles for another underwater spying session.

   * * * * * * * * * * TREADING WATER * * * * * * * * * *

   Kayla had just completed three breath-holding exercises when one of the
other swimmers, Matthew, approached Kayla and asked her for a favor. 
"We're trying a new muscle building technique,' he explained to her. 
"Basically, instead of developing fast-twitch muscles we're trying to work
on slow-twitch muscles.  This just means exercising really slowly, using
the same motions over and over but not too fast."

   "Okay," Kayla nodded.  "What do you need me to do?"

   "Well," Matthew said, "I'm going to tread water in the middle of pool to
develop my slow twitch muscles but I need some extra weight to increase the
burn.  Can I hold you with my arms while I tread?"

   "Sure," Kayla answered agreeably.  They swam out to the middle of the
pool together.  Once it was deep enough, they stopped and began treading
water.  For a moment, they bobbed calmly up and down in the warm
chlorinated water.  Kayla was good at treading water.

   "All right," Matthew said, "I'm just going to tread water with my feet.
Can you come closer?"

   "Okay," Kayla said.  She felt Matthew's strong arms grab a hold of her
arms.  He rotated her so they both faced the same direction.  He was
holding her by the shoulders now and her back was resting against his chest
and abdomen.  She could feel his muscles as they flexed against her.

   "Kayla," Matthew said, "can you spread your legs out in a v shape? 
They're getting in the way of my treading." Obediently, Kayla did as he
asked.  "That's better," he told her.  "And now your arms too?  That'll
help balance your weight out.

   Kayla just relaxed as Matthew held on to her and treaded water.  The
water rose playfully to her chin as Matthew exerted himself to keep them
both afloat.  He adjusted his grip on her again and suddenly she felt
something hard pressing against her back.  Kayla froze.  It was the bulge
in his crotch.  She had thought many times about touching one of the men's
bulges and now it was pressed hard against her back.

   Kayla didn't know what to do.  She felt embarrassed again, even though
she had been secretly staring at Jacob's bulge underwater for days now. 
She felt the familiar flush of embarrassment rise to her face as Matthew's
bulge now pressed insistently against her behind.  Distracted, she tried to
move away from him.

   "Kayla, keep your legs spread please," Matthew reminded her.  He slipped
an arm around her and laid his hand flat against her chest.  His other arm
wrapped around her as well until it rested against her lower abdomen. 
Kayla found it hard now to keep her arms and legs spread out in a X shape.
"Is this okay?" he asked her.

   Kayla could only nod.  Matthew's bulge was rhythmically pushing against
her skinny butt with every tread.  The nine-year old didn't notice his hand
snake down past her abdomen and cup her crotch until Matthew gave it a
little squeeze.  Kayla instantly stiffened in his grasp, not knowing what
to do.  The chlorinated water rose up to her nose for a second and she
almost inhaled it.  Kayla gave a little cough.  Did he know what he was
doing?  Or was this touching accidental?  Kayla didn't know and she didn't
dare mention it to him.

   Kayla began to feel a little funny.  Matthew's bulge felt rock hard as
it pressed against her.  She had started to feel like she did when she
stared at Jacob's crotch underwater, the faint stirring that tickled deep
in her stomach.  But the sensation was only growing.  And now Matthew's
finger was pressed hard against the juncture of her legs, producing strange
reactions within her.  Kayla suddenly realized that the focus of the
tingling was not deep in her tummy but it was between her legs.

   The nine year old girl floated in the water with her limbs outstretched
as the muscular man openly fondled her.  Self-conscious, Kayla glanced over
at the rest of the swim team but they paid no attention to what she and
Matthew were doing.  It felt dirty to be doing this, spreading her legs and
arms as if she was welcoming the petting of this man.  But even so, Kayla
felt an inexplicably delicious sensation from indulging in this
naughtiness.

   Kayla clenched her fists, not knowing what to do as these increasingly
pleasurable sensations washed over her young body.  Matthew continued to
tread water and she didn't know if he was aware of her predicament.  Was
she getting sick?  But she didn't feel uncomfortable or ill.  Just as the
pleasure began to reach a new level, Matthew stopped treading water and let
moved his hands away from her crotch.  Kayla felt a wave of disappointment
wash over her.

   "You okay?" Matthew asked as he turned the young girl to face him. 
"Your face is kind of red," he told her worriedly.

   "N-no," Kayla answered shakily, "I'm fine." She fought off the
temptation to reach between her legs.  "Do you want to keep treading
water?" she asked hopefully.

   "Nah, better not," Matthew said, swimming away.  "Practice is almost
over."

   Annoyed that he was right, Kayla swam to the pool's edge and hauled
herself out.  She saw the rest of the men were already headed for the
locker room.  She grabbed her towel and entered the women's locker room. 
Kayla took a moment to collect herself before peeling off her swimsuit.

   The sharp and pungent scent was even more powerful this time.  It had
been there every day after practice but today the smell hit Kayla like a
brick wall.  Cautiously, she sniffed the crotch of her swimsuit and found
that the sharp scent overpowered even the chlorine smell.

   Looking around to make sure she was alone, Kayla stood bow-legged as she
reached a finger between her legs.  She felt a little ashamed doing this.
It was the first time she had touched herself down there when she wasn't in
the shower.  Her finger experimentally swiped between her hairless slit. 
Kayla was surprised at how wet it felt.  Slippery too, like she had just
soaped herself up.  Sniffing her finger, they young girl was not surprised
to find it too was bathed in the sharp and pungent smell.

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   INSIDE THE MEN'S LOCKER ROOM

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   It was mid-way through the second week of the swimming camp and Kayla
was exhausted.  It had been a long practice today.  Jacob had insisted she
do several repetitions of her underwater breath holding exercise.  In
addition, several of the other men on the team had taken to using Kayla as
a treading water tool.  Matthew had apparently reported great success and
today Kayla helped Eli and John in their treading water exercises as well.
Kayla had felt the hard bulges of both men against her as they treaded
water and both had massaged her own crotch in the process with their hands.
The young girl still didn't know if this was accidental touching or not,
but she didn't care.

   When she went to the women's locker room today, however, the door was
locked.  That was odd because she had undressed in there earlier and
changed into her swimsuit.  Kayla returned to the pool area but it was
empty because the men had already gone into their own locker room to clean
up and change clothes.

   Kayla didn't know what to do so she approached the door to the men's
locker room and knocked.  There was no answer so she knocked again.  Still
nothing.  Tentatively, she pushed the door open a bit and called out,
"Hello?"

   No one answered so Kayla took a caution step inside the locker room,
opening the door further.  "Hello?" she said again.  No one answered but
now she could hear the sound of running water.

   "Hello?" Kayla waited anxiously for an answer.  She sighed thankfully
when she heard footsteps coming down the corridor.  It was Jacob.  He had a
towel wrapped around his waist and he looked at her, concerned.

   "What's wrong, Kayla?" he asked.  "What are you doing in here?"

   "The door to the women's locker room is locked," she replied timidly. 
"I don't know what to do."

   "Hmmm," Jacob said thoughtfully.  "I don't have a key either.  Do you
want to wait here while we finish cleaning up and then we can go find a
key?"

   "Okay," Kayla agreed, brightening.  She followed Jacob down the darkened
hallway of the locker room.  It felt funny to be in the men's locker room
but she had no choice.  "Jacob, do you think it's okay for me to be in
here?"

   "Of course.  You can just wait on a bench near the lockers," Jacob told
her over his shoulder.  "I hope you don't mind but you'll have to walk
through the showers.  I'm pretty sure the guys are mostly done though..."

   Kayla didn't register this last bit until she entered the shower room.
Like the women's locker room, to get from the lockers to the pool meant
going through the shower room first.  Kayla turned the corner and found
herself in the men's shower room.  Through the misty steam, she realized
with a shock that the rest of the team was showering.  Naked.

   Kayla was stunned.  She had never seen a naked man before.  Through the
steam, she could see several naked butts.  One of the men, Paul, was facing
her as he showered.  Kayla was shocked by the sight of the thing dangling
between his legs.  After all this time staring at the men's bulges, hidden
by white spandex, here was the enigma before her.  Spellbound, Kayla stared
at this fleshy tube that hung from Paul's crotch.

   She saw some movement out of the corner of her eye.  She turned her head
and saw Eli, also showering.  The nine-year old girl's eyes zoomed in
immediately on her point of interest.  Eli's thing also hung loosely as he
showered.  Kayla noticed that it seemed a little bit bigger than Paul's. 
Suddenly realizing what she was doing, Kayla blushed furiously and dropped
her chin until her eyes were glued to the ground.

   "Kayla?" Jacob said in front of her.  She hurried to catch up not
lifting her eyes from the floor.  They entered the locker area.  "Sorry you
had to see that," Jacob apologized.  "We'll be done in a second, okay?  You
can just sit here and wait."

   Kayla took a seat on a bench as Jacob disappeared behind a row of
lockers.  Then he walked by again, on his way to the showers.  Kayla's
heart leapt as she saw that he had taken off his towel and was now walking
naked.  The young girl got only a glimpse of the flesh that she been eying
underwater for so many days.

   The sound of running water and showering continued from the locker room.
Kayla resisted the urge to get up and peer into the showers.  From her
seat, she couldn't see anything but a row of unused showers.  Kayla tried
to sort out the thoughts tumbling inside her head.  She felt terribly
curious about what she had seen but at the same time she was a little
frightened.  "Why do I want to see those things the men have so bad?" she
thought to herself.  "I shouldn't want to see them down there.  It's sick
and it's wrong..."

   Suddenly she heard a voice from the other end of the locker room, near
the entrance.  "Hello in there?  This is the janitor!"

   Kayla was seized by a panic.  The janitor!  She was a girl and she
wasn't supposed to be in the men's locker room.  Alarmed, she hurried to
the showers.  Trying not to stare at the naked males in the room, she found
Jacob and tapped his arm.

   "Jacob!" she tried to whisper quietly.  "There's a janitor in here!  He
can't see me in the men's locker room!"

   Jacob appeared alarmed himself.  "Quick!" he said.  "Let's hide!"

   Jacob hurried her along the door to the pool.  The other guys on the
swim team noticed the commotion.  "What's going on?" Matthew asked.

   "Janitor," Jacob told him.  "We've got to hide Kayla because he can't
find her in here."

   "Here," Paul said, opening a door.  "It's the swim equipment room.  She
can hide in there."

   Kayla took a look in the small dark room and blanched.  "I can't hide in
there!  It's too scary looking."

   "No time," Jacob said with authority.  "We'll hide in there too, so you
won't be alone."

   Before Kayla could protest, she was herded into the small equipment
closet with the six men.  The closet was fairly large, about four feet by
four feet, but it was also crammed with swim equipment.  Kayla found
herself squished into the tiny space and surrounded by six men.  Bare
thighs were pressed against her back and someone's knee was sticking into
her skinny butt.

   John was the last one inside and he couldn't close the door.  "It won't
shut," he said, panicked.

   "Squeeze together everyone," Jacob ordered.  The knee pressing against
her butt pushed harder and suddenly Kayla found her shoulder pressing
against someone's crotch and her face pressed into someone's bare stomach.
The door clicked shut.  It was so completely dark inside that Kayla
couldn't see but she could feel the wet bodies around her, pressing against
her slender frame.

   "I can't breathe," Kayla whispered frantically.  The stomach in her face
eased back a little bit.  Kayla sighed in relief.  "That's better."

   But now there was something brushing against her nose.  Kayla couldn't
even move her arms in this tiny enclosed space so she couldn't investigate.
It was too dark as well.  Kayla craned her neck forward a bit and the thing
slapped at her face.  With a start, she realized it was one of the men's
things!  The fleshy tube she had seen before was now right in front of her
face, brushing against her cheek.

   Kayla felt a panic attack rising.  She desperately wanted to get out of
this closet.  "Jacob..." she began.

   "Shhh!  Not now!"

   Kayla swallowed her panic but she soon found her entire body shaking
with anxiety.  She tried to move her head away from the man's thing
dangling in her face but there was no room to maneuver in the closet.  It
brushed against her cheek again.  Kayla closed her eyes and tried to relax.
She willed her heart and breathing to calm.

   It worked until Kayla sensed something brushing against her upper arm. A
pit of dread leapt in her stomach as she realized it was someone else's
thing.  And then she become aware of another one, resting against the nape
of her neck.  And another one, soft against her shoulder blade.

   Her heart beat faster and faster.  Kayla's mind filled with the images
she had seen earlier in the shower, all those weird and fleshy tubes that
hung from between each man's legs.  They were now brushing against her
face. Her arms.  Her neck... She could even smell them, she imagined, that
musky scent that filled her nostrils.

   Kayla began to hyperventilate, totally stricken from being surrounded by
penises.  She was sure she was going to pass out but suddenly her breathing
leveled and she felt like she was floating.  A strange calm overtook the
young girl.  Keeping her eyes closed, she concentrated on relaxing her
body. The penis against her cheek brushed against her gently, and she found
it calming.

   Kayla relaxed some more and decided she didn't mind the other things
pressing against her either.  She even started counting them.  There's one
pressing against my cheek, another on my arm, the back of my neck, my
shoulder, another one pressing against my armpit... "That's only five,"
Kayla realized.  "Shouldn't there be six?"

   She was answered by a soft object brushing against her other cheek. 
"There it is..." she thought.  Outside the closet, they could still hear
the janitor walking about.  Nine year old Kayla suddenly realized she
didn't mind having all these naked men around her.

   But then something strange began to happen.  The thing that was pressed
against her neck throbbed once.  Then twice.  And suddenly it began to push
against her.  Unexpectedly, Kayla had something hard pressing against her
back.  "It's someone's thing," she thought to herself.  "But what happened
to it?  Why isn't it soft anymore?"

   The fleshy things brushing against her cheeks began to swell as well. 
This time, Kayla could feel how they were transforming from soft, dangly
things into hard tubes of some soft.  They grew so much that instead of
brushing her cheek, one was now pressing hard against her cheek before
poking her windpipe.  The other had grown enough so that the end of it was
nestled in her ear.

   Confused and frightened again, Kayla felt the men's things expand and
harden around her.  Now it felt like there were hard pipes pressing against
her body, not the soft comforting things like before.  Kayla tried to take
a deep breath but she only inhaled deeply of the musky male scent that
surrounded her.  One of the men's things was now painfully poking her flat
chest while two others prodded her neck from different angles.

   But despite her discomfort, Kayla felt an odd sensation between her
legs. It was the same feeling she got from looking at the bulging swimsuits
and from treading water with the men.  Though it had been a long time since
she had gotten out of the pool, Kayla felt a peculiar wetness spreading
from the crotch of her swimsuit.

   After several long minutes, she heard Jacob speak.  "Okay.  I think it's
safe now." The door opened and the hard bodies pressing against the little
nine year old girl relented.  Kayla took her first real deep breath as she
stumbled out of the closet.  The men headed for the showers as if nothing
had happened.  Kayla was too dazed to notice their nakedness this time.

   "Kayla?" It was Jacob.  "Why don't you sit back down on the bench and
wait for us, okay?" She nodded and was just about to sit down on the bench
when she heard one of the men call her name.  "Kayla?" a voice called. 
"Can you bring me my shampoo?  I think I left it near the sinks." Startled
from her reverie, she turned and found the bottle.  Taking it and
swallowing hard, Kayla stepped into the shower room.

   What she saw shocked her even more and she gasped.  Her heart began
pounding in her chest again.  The men's things still stuck straight out
from their bodies but the men were now massaging their things.  Kayla felt
bewildered yet curious.  "What are they doing?" she thought, the bottle of
shampoo forgotten in her hand.  The man nearest to her, Adam, was stroking
the length of his thing which resembled a thick sausage.

   "Kayla?" It was Jacob.  He reached for his shampoo.  "Thanks," he told
her.  She handed him the shampoo but didn't move a step.  "Is something
wrong, Kayla?" he asked her.

   But Kayla didn't respond, she could only stare as she noticed that the
other five men were also stroking their things, all of which were no longer
dangling but were sticking out straight and were even bigger.  Even though
Kayla had felt these hard things pressing against her, the visual
confirmation of the fleshy things only raised her puzzlement and
curiousity. The men paid no attention to her as they made fists around
their things and stroked.  "What... what are they doing?" Kayla asked at
last.

   "Oh," Jacob waved his hand dismissively.  "The guys are just doing what
they do after every practice.  It helps prevent cramping."

   "But... what are those... things?" Kayla asked, unable to contain her
curiousity any further.  Her cheeks flamed with embarrassment but she
didn't care.  A light sweat broke out on her forehead, partly from the
steam of the showers, partly from her heightened sense of excitement.

   "You mean their penises?" Jacob asked.

   Kayla didn't answer, she could stare as the men continued touching
themselves.

   "Ah, I think I understand," Jacob said softly.  "Kayla, come here..." He
pulled the young girl closer to him.  Kayla awoke from her reverie and
turned to Jacob standing next to her.  It wasn't until now that she noticed
he was naked.  His thing, unlike the other men's, was still dangling. 
Jacob took the fleshy tube in his hands.

   "This, Kayla, is a penis," he told her gently.

   "Oh.  Okay." Jacob was standing less than a foot from her now.  Kayla
could see every detail of his penis now.  She saw how the skin was soft and
wrinkled and how the end was purple-tipped.  Beneath the tube of flesh was
a sac-like object that was also wrinkly-looking.  The nine year old girl
was mesmerized by the sight of the penis.  Jacob didn't speak, he just let
the young girl satiate her curiousity.

   Finally, she spoke.  "How come the other guys' things are different
looking than yours?"

   "What do you mean?"

   "They're different," she said pointing at them.  "Yours is dangling but
theirs stick straight out."

   "Oh that," Jacob said.  "They're masturbating, to prevent cramping like
I told you.  When a man masturbates, his penis gets hard like that. 
Watch," he directed the little girl.

   Kayla turned her attention back to Jacob's crotch area.  She watched
closely as he took his fleshy tube in his hands.  He began to stroke and
massage it.  Kayla observed, stunned, as the dangly piece of flesh began to
magically grow.  It seemed to be swelling, like a balloon.  Astonished,
Kayla gaped as Jacob's penis began to grow straighter until it was pointed
right at her.  Soon it resembled the other men's things.  Jacob made a fist
around his penis and began to stroke it.

   Kayla turned her attention to the rest of the shower room.  Each of the
men were still intently stroking their things.  Suddenly, she heard someone
gasp.  She located the sound.  It was Eli.  Amazed, Kayla watched as he
threw his head back and moaned while a spurt of something shot from the tip
of his thing.

   "What was that?" she asked Jacob, not taking her eyes from the scene. 
"What was that stuff that came out?"

   "That was his semen," Jacob told her.  "It means he's done and he won't
get cramps."

   "Oh," Kayla said, thinking.  "I don't get it.  Where does it come out?"

   "Hey guys," Jacob called.  "Who's ready?  Kayla wants to see it up
close."

   Matthew approached Kayla.  She watched and almost giggled, watching his
hard penis bounce up and down as he walked.  He walked up to her until he
was so close that his penis almost touched the tip of her nose.  Kayla
stared back at the deep purple tip with a tiny slit in it.



   "Is that where it comes out?" she asked timidly.

   "Hold out your hands," Matthew directed her.  "Cup them together.  I'll
show you..."

   Obediently, Kayla cupped her hands together.  Matthew made a fist around
his thing again and began stroking.  It didn't take long.  After only a
minute, he inhaled sharply.  "Here it comes!  Get ready..." Kayla was
captivated as he pointed his penis down into her open palm.  She saw a
flash of white from the tiny slit in the purple tip and then she realized
the stuff was in her hands.  Spurt after spurt of thick, ropy fluid sprayed
and landed hot in her palm.

   Through all this, nine year old Kayla was utterly fascinated as the
semen pooled in her hands.  Finally, Matthew was finished and he stepped
away.  Kayla held her hands up close to her face to examine the stuff.  It
was a gooey white liquid that was rapidly cooling.  She looked up again
when she heard more groans come from the room.  In rapid succession, she
watched as the remaining men, including Jacob, issued mighty spurts of
white juice from their things.

   Jacob appeared at her side again.  "What did you think of that, Kayla?"

   The young girl was at a loss for words.  "It was... neat," she
responded. The other men began to file past her as they exited the showers.
She looked down at the white cream in her hand.  "Um, what should I do with
this?" she asked Jacob.

   He laughed.  "You can just go ahead and wash your hands," he told her.
You did a great job, Kayla."

   Kayla smiled.  "Can I come in and watch after practice tomorrow too?"



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   "As you can see," Dr Watson said to the class, "our treatment for Kayla
was really quite simple.  Desensitization to the anxiety-causing stimuli."

   One student raised her hand.  "So every step of the treatment was
planned out?  There was no chance involved?"

   "No," Dr Watson said.  "We calculated each step and tried to predict how
Kayla would react.  In each case, we predicted correctly.  We guessed, for
example, that she would take the opportunity to study male anatomy given
the chance and this chance was given with the underwater breath-holding
exercise."

   "And the janitor in the locker room as well?"

   "Yes," Dr Watson replied.  "That was planned."

   No one spoke for a moment.  Then one student raised his hand.  "And how
is Kayla doing today?"

   Dr.  Watson smiled.  She pressed a button on the computer and the
PowerPoint presentation resumed on the screen.  It was a photo of a naked
family on the beach.  The mother and father stood behind three beaming
children and in the center stood Kayla.  grinning proudly and naked as a
jaybird along with the rest of her foster family.





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