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A Town for Bald Women by LadyDaisy Chapter 1: Upstate New York, 1937 "Where is this place?" asked Phoebe. "I believe it's not much farther after we passed that last town." replied Sophia. Sophia was invited to a family member's house in Rhettsburg. She would have the house all to herself as they were away. It was deep into the heart of New York, but had a decent amount of people living there. Sophia had invited a few of her friends from the Bald Women's Society to come along, and Phoebe and Sasha accepted and were now in the car. A look at their heads told each other it was a sunny day out, and there were a selection of nice greens in addition to the farmland. This would be the only town for several miles. It was just coming into fall, which was a break for the workers. All three had met at the Bald Women's Society meetings. As Sophia had been young and shy once as well, she had befriended the two women, especially Sasha. Phoebe was a

1899, New York The Walthorpes were a happy couple with a beautiful daughter whom they loved very much. They showered everything she ever wanted on her- except for one thing- hair. Violet had been bald since birth and was very insecure about it. She was obsessed with having beautiful hair, any hair at all, but not one hair grew on her head ever. Everyone told her that her bald head was beautiful, but she could never feel like it. Her parents often held large grand balls at their mansion, often just for fun. Violet liked to attend, wearing wigs. She would choose what she considered as the most lavish and beautiful. It was, then, a small slice of attainable fantasy. A band had been selected that played the most popular symphonies from Europe and elsewhere. A few men came her way. One even touched her wig. Violet became visibly uncomfortable, which the man took as a hint to get away. This had happened before, she remembered. After this incident, Violet sat alone at a table for a while, unt

Please visit Nicky here:  https://missnickyx.deviantart.com "Thank you." I said, paying the cab driver. I got out, as I had arrived at the correct studio for my photoshoot today. The pay was good for this one, and it was a female photographer this time, which is always nice. The bell rang as I walked in. "Hi?" "Hello, I'm Nicky." "Are you the photographer?"  "Yes, I am." She was a gorgeous woman, with frizzy blonde hair, gorgeous eyes, and a trim figure. "Have you done nudity before?" I'd forgotten we were doing a nude shoot. "Yes, I have." Well... she had impressed me. Time to impress her. My clothes were off by the time she had turned on the camera. "You're certainly eager." she said as she started taking photos. I did what she told me to do, whether she was just taking pictures of my face, of me with my bum out, or just a full profile shot. Usually photographers offered gratitude and positive

New York, 1905 It was that time again. Time for Dorothy's favorite social event. This, however, was a private event, held only for a certain breed of ladies. Dorothy was that sort of lady. She got looks of admiration as she waked, for her lovely dress, and that marvelous, flowing hair. She went into the building, came to the door of the suite, and knocked. The door creaked open a tiny bit. Dorothy slid a card in. The door opened a bit more, and she walked in. Dorothy was relieved as she could finally take her scratchy wig off. She yanked it off, exposing her smooth head. It was a good feeling. Her special society, you see, was one for bald, hairless women. It was a complete secret. Oftentimes, Dorothy wished it wasn't so secretive, so they could have members join. Still, they had quite a group that came to the meetings. At that moment, her friend Etta came up to her, a shine reflecting off her bald head. "Hello, Dorothy." she said, rubbing her head as if it was a crys

Megan woke up to the usual smell filling the room. She was happy, though, as she and her two friends had the day off. Reaching her hand down her diaper only confirmed her suspicions. She decided to stay in bed for a little while longer. A few minutes later, Jill opened her eyes. "Morning, Megan," She made a face. "Is that you?" Megan laughed. "Yeah it is." Jill felt around in her own diaper. "Mine's only a bit wet. Why don't you check Tasha?" "Oh, wow, she's worse then I am." reported Megan. "How about waking her up?" Megan did, and the three decided they would just stay home that day. "Megan, would you stay in bed so I can change you?" asked Jill.  "Sure." Jill waddled over to the closet. She pulled out the wipes and three clean diapers. When she came back, Megan was laying flat on the bed. Jill unstrapped the offending diaper and opened it up. "Lift you legs up." She did, and Jill wi