The Williams have been our next-door neighbors as long as we could remember. The kids' names are Rhonda, Seth, and Therese, and they were about the same ages as us. We'd known each other and played with each other since we were toddlers. Our parents often went out together.

The fateful evening started out normally enough. It was Saturday and our parents had gone out with the Williams for a movie. Afterwards, they usually stayed out for drinks.

We and the Williams kids spent the evening goofing around at our house, as we'd done all our lives. Recently, though, our definition of, ah, goofing around had changed. Instead of playing Monopoly or hearts or hide and seek, we all got naked every chance we got. Sometimes we just looked at each other close up. Other times we tried touching, hugging, kissing, and rolling around together. Sometimes we played strip poker or Twister or dare. Sometimes we got more serious. That night we decided to goof around with oral sex.

I'd already sucked off Rhonda and Charlie was starting to get a blow job from Therese when our parents got home early! They'd never shown up that early! How were we to know?

Franticly we tried to get dressed but Mom and Dad wouldn't allow it. First they made us sit naked in the kitchen and then they called the Williams.

The four adults spent twenty minutes talking quietly in the dining room. For us, meanwhile, being naked had definitely stopped being fun. I think we all wanted to get dressed but our clothes were in the other room and our parents had told us to stay put and keep quiet. We were already in trouble. Nobody tried anything.

Eventually our parents ordered us to get in the car. One again we tried to get dressed and once again they refused to allow it. The Williams did the same. We had to run naked from the house to the car. I ended up in the back seat between Bess and Charlie.

It was weird riding through town naked, especially next to my naked brother and sister. The seats were cold and the stitches pressed into my butt. None of us deliberately fooled around with each other but as the car moved, we couldn't help but jostle. Our parents had never done anything like that. We were all freaked out.

Eventually we pulled into a place called Liberty Clinic. A tall iron gate opened up to let us in, then closed behind us. The Williams were already there.

The fact that we were naked didn't seem to faze the receptionist, the nurses, the orderlies, or anyone else at the clinic. After a bit of paperwork they hustled us through some double doors but they didn't give us a gown or a top sheet. Instead they made each of us lay on a gurney, then they gave us a shot, and then I passed out.

* * * * *

I woke in a different room, woozy, still naked, and still freaked. I turned my head and saw Charlie, still naked like me, but something about him didn't seem right. I blinked and tried to refocus, then rubbed my eyes and tried again. No, there it was, or rather wasn't: Charlie was missing his package! He no longer had a dick, and his balls were gone as well!

For a moment I thought they were jammed between his legs but no, his legs were spread out too wide for that. From navel to asshole he was completely flat, smooth, and hairless! He wasn't a guy anymore! He was nothing! How could that be?

I sat up to keep myself from puking but something else didn't seem right. Something was wrong in my groin. Then I looked down and saw it. Or not! My cock and balls were missing too! My crotch was as featureless as the inside of my elbow! I know it sounds crazy, but I looked all around and still couldn't find my stuff!

I tried touching myself but the whole area was numb. My fingers felt skin but my skin felt nothing. It was like touching someone else's arm. I did have sensation in my abs and legs, though.

A nurse in a scrub hat interrupted my self inspection. Like Charlie and me, she had no clothes and no sex organs! A neck badge identified her as L. Olsen, RN. Below the badge was almost nothing! Her breasts were bigger and softer than a man's, but not by much. Maybe, I suddenly realized, she was actually a guy! After that I swooned and fell back to sleep.

* * * * *

It was more than a nightmare; it was more like a parallel universe. All six of us were there - three Millers and three Williams. None of us had any clothes. None of us had any body hair. Worst of all, none of us had any sex organs!

No one from that part of the clinic was dressed either. As doctors, nurses, and orderlies stopped in or passed the open door, none had any clothes or sex organs. In reception, intake, and pre-op, I recalled, everyone had been wearing clothes.

Nurse Olsen reappeared just as naked, flat, and sexless as before.

"I see you're all awake," he or she greeted us. "I take it you were caught having forbidden sexual activity. To correct that and prevent future occurrences, your parents chose flattening. That's why, as I'm sure you've noticed, you guys no longer have penises or testicles, and you girls no longer have vaginas or uteruses."

None of us could believe it. We'd heard of such things happening in other states but certainly not in ours. And why would our parents do it to us? How could they?

"Think of it this way," the nurse continued. "You can't possibly get into trouble anymore. It's actually quite liberating."

Nurse Olsen was certainly quite liberated; I granted that. Walking around naked didn't seem to bother him or her at all, nor did the complete lack of sex organs, nor the nearly flat chest. Our staring didn't bother him or her a bit.

"They could've just let me take birth control pills," Rhonda complained.

"Or had our tubes tied," piped in Bess.

"Or given us a vasectomy," suggested Seth,

"Well, they didn't. That's all I can tell you," the nurse stated. "None of those methods prevents venereal disease. Maybe that was it. You'd have to ask your parents."

"What's this place, some kind of illegal back alley butchery?" Seth demanded.

"No, we're a perfectly legal, perfectly legitimate medical service facility," the nurse replied. "We're new in this state, though. We just opened this week."

"Can we have our clothes now?" I pleaded. Being naked was still freaky but mostly I wanted to hide what they'd done to me. I was ashamed and freaked at my impossibly flat and empty crotch. I hated looking at it, and I didn't want anyone else looking at it, either. I wanted to hide what they'd done to me! I wanted to hide being a freak!

"It says here you arrived naked," the nurse stated after checking our charts. "That means we don't have any clothes for you. Hmm. Anyway, you can go naked all the time now, because you have nothing to hide. It's one of the advantages."

"You talk as if being sexless and walking around naked were good things," Therese pointed out. "But I've never seen anyone else like that."

"We're new," the nurse stated again.

"What was your sexual offense?" Rhonda asked.

"Oh, nothing," Nurse Olsen replied. "We get paid ten percent bonus for being flat, that's all. Now, we've called your parents and they'll be here to pick you up in about an hour.

"What if we ever want to have children?" Bess wondered aloud.

"You can still have lab babies and believe me: it's a lot more convenient that way. Now, come along before your parents arrive. I'll explain your new bodies and show you how to pee."

"Is there a draft in here? I'm cold," Therese complained.

"Don't worry. You'll get used to it," the nurse replied.

* * * * *

Us ex-guys, the nurse told us, would probably lose some muscle mass and our breasts would probably puff out a little. The ex-girls would gain muscle mass and reabsorb most of their breast tissue. None of us would gain weight, and losing weight would be easier. A slow-release capsule inserted during surgery took care of all that.

Our crotches looked smooth because they'd been covered in medical plastiskin, which also delivered a slow dose of anesthetic. That's where the numbness came from, but it was temporary. As the plastiskin wore off, full sensation would return and we'd heal up completely flat and smooth. Wonderful.

"What happened to our body hair?" Seth asked.

"We removed that along with everything else," Nurse Olsen happily explained. "That's the most common choice, so in the absence of any other instructions, what's we do."

"What about these tan lines?" Therese wanted to know. Hers were pronounced, from spending time at the swimming pool.

"Eventually they'll disappear. Now, who's ready to pee? You can be our demonstrator."

* * * * *

An hour later our parents arrived and yeah, we were pissed. They said we should've known that orgies were off limits. OK, we admitted, but who knew the punishment would be losing our stuff? They should've warned us. Why hadn't they?

And no, they hadn't brought any clothes for us.

When we finally left the clinic it was daytime. Walking from the clinic to the car wasn't too bad, because the area was enclosed. Driving through town, however, was much stranger than at night. Even if the other drivers couldn't see our laps, they could probably tell we were naked. A few stared.

At home every naked sexless step from the car to the house was sheer agony. It felt like the whole neighborhood was watching us.

Inside, we immediately ran to our rooms, where another shock waited. All our clothes were missing!

"We've decided you should be examples of what not to do," Mom explained a bit too eagerly. "Plus, you have nothing to hide. Plus, I'm tired of buying and picking up and washing your clothes all the time."

Washing clothes, I thought; is that why we'd been flattened? Come on�

"So you want us to go naked everywhere?" Bess gasped. "Like, to school and anywhere else we go out? Are you nuts?"

"No, your father and I are far from nuts," Mom maintained. "I'm sure you'll get used to it. It's pretty common in other states that have Liberty Clinics."

How had she known that? And this from the woman who'd always insisted we wear bathrobes, even from our rooms to the bath!

"I'm cold," Therese complained.

"Don't worry. You'll get used to it," Mom replied.

* * * * *

None of us went out the rest of the day. None of us wanted to be seen naked, and certainly not sexless. Seth, Rhonda, and Therese weren't about to show up at our house either. That would've required crossing the street. We were distraught! How could this be happening?

At one point Bess broke down, cried, and wanted me to hold her, I held off, though, because who knew what body parts our parents would take next? Eventually, though, we did hold each other, and even though we were sitting on Bess's bed with the door open, neither Mom nor Dad said anything.

We hated looking at ourselves but couldn't stop. We stared in disbelief at our impossibly flat and featureless crotches. We dreaded how other people might react to us. We worried about bits of flab and lack of muscle tone. None of us were fat but we weren't exactly fitness models either. How could we go to school like that? How could we go anywhere?

We all had tan lines. My forearms, face, and shins had a nice tan, but my upper arms, my middle, and my feet were sickly pale. So was the plastiskin, which they'd obviously matched to the surrounding area.

Charlie spent more time swimming and his tan was sort of three-toned: darkest on the face, forearms, and shins; medium on the rest of his upper body and thighs, and ghostly pale around his hips.

Bess wore various length sleeves and shorts, so most of her tan at least transitioned smoothly. Even so, her breasts, butt, hips, and flat spot were all stark white.

"These tan lines suck," Charlie complained. "What can we do about them?"

"Not much," Bess responded. "We could try self-tanning lotion but we'd never get the colors to match. We would cover ourselves in body makeup but that'd rub off and leave a mess. I suppose we could look for a tanning salon but those take time."

"Keep thinking," I encouraged, and then Bess and I resumed hugging.

* * * * *

Dinner was another freak show. Mom and Dad sat fully dressed in their usual places and we had to sit across from them completely naked. Bess dripped gravy on her tit and had to wipe it off. Our butts stuck to the plastic seat covers. I went to the kitchen for more milk and everyone stared.

Perhaps absent-mindedly, perhaps not, Charlie began touching his new flat spot. This had been an issue before the cut. As Charlie's sexuality had developed, he'd started unconsciously rubbing himself in public. Of course, Mom or Dad always made him stop.

This time, however, Mom didn't make him stop. She just flashed a smile and continued eating. After a while Bess and I started touching ourselves as well. Our parents certainly noticed what we were doing but neither objected. Bess and I exchanged glances, and then I touched her thigh and she began stroking one nipple.

"I know you're testing us, and that's OK," my dad eventually stated. "Look. We as your parents can't be everywhere. You kids proved you were going to fool around. We just made it safe for you; that's all. Now, feel yourselves up, if that's what you want to do, or feel each other up, or eat. It doesn't matter anymore. Just try to keep your hands clean."

All three of us resumed eating, but one-handed. Even without an erection, it felt good to stroke my thighs and nipples.

"How far do you suppose that goes?" I asked Bess later in my room.

"I dunno, you wanna try something?" she replied.

"Like what?"

"Like this," she stated, and then she pushed me onto my back and crawled on top of me.

"If Mom and Dad see us they're gonna go ballistic," I warned.

"Maybe not," she countered and sure enough, a little while later Mom walked by and asked if we wanted the lights on or off.

I'd touched Bess before but never as much as I did that night. We were all over each other. We kissed long and passionately. I felt her breasts against my strangely smooth chest. Slowly she touched and stroked my shoulders, side, and hips, and I did the same for her. We explored each other's backs, butts, and thighs. Sometimes I was on top, sometimes Bess, and sometimes we were both on our sides. Later we tried kissing each other all over, and that was good too, except for our flat spots, which were still numb. Of course there was no sense of my dick or balls being aroused but the rest of me definitely stayed interested.

It was a rough night. Bess never did go back to her room and the two of us kept waking each other up. Neither of us, it seemed, was used to sleeping naked, sleeping without covers, or sleeping with another person. I hated to kick Bess out, though, and she apparently wanted to stay.

I'm sure Mom got up to use the bathroom once or twice, and she must have seen us, but she said nothing.