Hogwarts UnderExposed - A New Girl In Town

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Hogwarts UnderExposed - A New Girl in Town

Evan tapped Emily on the shoulder. "Why is it necessary to Portkey nude?"

"Oh my god!" Emily screamed, lunging for the couch and Caitlin's dress.

"Caitlin, catch!" she yelled.

Just as the garment reached her outstretched fingers, Caitlin disappeared.

Hermione shook her head, a panicky expression on her face. "I can't believe we did that," she said aghast. "We just Portkeyed our daughter to the Orlando airport totally starkers."

Evan looked at Claudia. "I take it that it's not necessary to Portkey nude?" Evan said understatedly.

"I guess not," Claudia answered. "I've never done it myself and I just assumed ..."

Harry just stood there shaking his head. Finally he said, "Have we gotten that habituated to nudity that we take it so for granted. I hope at least the dress arrives with her."

"It's not here," Claudia said questioningly. "Doesn't that mean it went with her?"

"It left the castle with her," Harry explained, "but we have no idea of how good a grip she got on it. Portkey travel can be very turbulent. If she loses her hold on it, the dress could end up somewhere in the Atlantic Ocean. Either way, she will initially be naked when she arrives in Orlando."

"Goodness!" declared Claudia. "Caitlin will be so embarrassed."

"No she won't be," replied Evan. "Caitlin prefers being nude."

"This isn't a case of what she prefers," Hermione retorted. "It's a matter of her safety. It's dangerous enough for her to be alone at the airport until she meets her father. I don't want to even think about what could happen to her naked in a crowded airport terminal."

"I doubt the Portkey will transport her to a crowded area," Harry said, trying to reassure Hermione. "It will probably terminate in a secluded area, maybe a bathroom."

"Well, if it were me," Emily proclaimed, "I'd rather be deposited nude in the center of a hectic crowd of travelers than on the lap of an old biddy about to take a dump."

Chapter Eleven

Will the Real Tom Pitt Please Stand Up?

Just as Emily lobbed the dress to her, Caitlin felt her feet leave the ground and she was abruptly jerked irresistibly forward. Immediately, the young girl was speeding onward in a howl of wind and swirling color; the fingers of her right hand fixed to the spoon, as it seemed to magnetically pull her onward. If only the fingers of her left hand could be as securely attached to her dress. Caitlin had barely made contact with the garment when the Portkey activated and now she desperately clung to a few delicate buttons as she was fiercely tossed about. She prayed that the threads attaching the buttons would survive the grueling torture test.

Caitlin had experienced transnational travel by Portkey before and knew it would take several minutes to arrive in the United States. This just gave her more time to agonize over her situation and place her mind in a near state of panic. Even if she managed to hold onto her dress, she would initially be nude upon arrival. The nudity itself didn't trouble her, but who might potentially see her bare did. Jamie, Emily, Kim and she had found themselves in quite a dilemma two years ago when their Portkey to Fort Lauderdale deposited them in a dirty, filthy back alley. They had been molested and nearly raped by a gang of hooligans. At that time, none of them were nude and they were all armed with their wands.

Caitlin was now on her own and totally naked. Optimistically, she would not wind up in an alley this time, but being nude most certainly could give anyone that saw her the wrong notion. Decree for the Reasonable Restriction of Underage Sorcery or not, she had to be prepared for the worst-case scenario. As soon as she arrived, she had to draw her wand. Caitlin actually thought about trying to take it out as she tumbled helplessly through space, but decided against that. The last thing she wanted to do was lose her wand. For now, the wand was much safer in its sheath. Plus, trying to draw it now would mean discarding her dress, something she most certainly didn't want to do.

At last, she started to slow and the spinning became less relentless. This was a sign that she was in close proximity to her destination. Caitlin started moving her legs in a slow peddling motion in hope of making a smooth soft landing.

As her feet made contact with the solid ground, Caitlin quickly assessed her surroundings. She appeared to be in some sort of warehouse and a middle-aged man was rapidly approaching her. She reached for her wand and turned to face her aggressor, but as she did so, her unsteady legs gave way and she fell to the floor, hitting her head.

* * * * * *

"You're positive they said the Orlando Airport?" Pitt's companion questioned him.

"I'm not an idiot, Pansy," Tom Pitt decreed. "I know how to read. The letter clearly said to meet her at the baggage claim area this morning at 9:15. They, however, neglected to mention her flight number."

"You may not be an idiot," Pansy asserted, "but you're not the sharpest tool in the shed either. Intercontinental airline flights don't land in Orlando."

"I know that," Tom retorted. "She probably flew into New York City and transferred to an Orlando flight. I just wish I knew the fight number."

Pansy shook her head in disbelief. "The girl is a fifteen year old witch and the adopted daughter of Harry Potter and Hermione Granger," she said more loudly than prudent. "I highly doubt that she has spent the last eight plus hours in Muggle flying machines."

"Then why, pray tell, am I meeting her at an airport?" Pitt asked impatiently.

"There must be an International Portkey arrival point hidden away somewhere here," Pansy answered knowledgably. "It would make sense. What better place to unobtrusively blend in with the Muggle population?"

"Well, I don't really give a damn how the little bitch is getting here," Pitt said callously, looking at his watch. "I just hope she's on time."

"Speaking of time; it's nearly 9:15," Pansy said. "I better get going. It wouldn't do for the little tart to see us together."

Pitt nodded his agreement before she hurried off. As Tom watched Pansy's shapely butt disappear into the crowd, he smiled. In just a few days time he was going to be rich.

* * * * * *

"Are you okay?" the man asked anxiously. "You hit your head rather hard."

Caitlin nervously went to draw her wand, but the sheath was empty.

"You looking for this?" he said holding out the wand. "You dropped it when you hit your head. I'll give it back if you promise not to hex me."

"Who are you?" Caitlin asked, nervously.

"John Knightly," the man replied. "I'm the agent in charge of Portkey arrivals. I assume that you're Caitlin Potter. You gave me quite a surprise. I've heard tell that your entire family was into nudism, but I thought it was all just a lot of scandal sheet gossip. You can't imagine my shock at seeing you arrive starkers. I've been doing this job nearly thirty years and you're my first nude arrival."

Caitlin began to calm slightly. It didn't seem like this man intended her any harm, but the way his eyes continued to feast on her body was still disconcerting.

He seemed to sense her continued apprehension. "You might be wanting these before you venture out with the populace," he said, now handing her both her wand and dress.

"Thank you," Caitlin said as John Knightly helped her to her feet. "I didn't actually intend to Portkey nude. It was a blunder. I honestly forgot I was undressed when the Portkey activated. My sister threw me my dress at the very last second. Oh my god! My parents will be worried sick about me. Do you have an owl that I can use to send them a message?"

"An owl?" Knightly questioned derisively. "Girl this is the twenty-first century. Haven't you heard of telephones? Your vacation will be over and you will be back home long before an owl would reach Britain."

"Of course, I've heard of telephones," Caitlin replied defensively. "But we live at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and such things won't work on the school grounds."

Knightly nodded his head in understanding. "Hogwarts is over a thousand years old; too much magic in the air for anything electronic to function. What about the nearby village, Hogsmeade? Will electronics work there?"

"I think so," Caitlin said unsurely. "I'm not sure about computers and cell phones, but I've seen old fashion phones in some of the shops."

"Hopefully there is one in the post office," he said reaching for his cell phone and quickly punching a series of numbers. After talking to a number of different people, Mr. Knightly finally offered the phone to Caitlin. "I have Mr. Hefner, the Hogsmeade Postmaster on the phone, but he won't send an owl to the castle without first talking directly to you."

Mr. Hefner proved to be a very cautious man. Caitlin had to answer a series of question to assure him that she was indeed Caitlin Potter and that she was actually safe and sound. Once he was satisfied, he promised to immediately send an owl to the castle.

"Now that that's taken care of, you better be on your way," Mr. Knightly said regretfully. "It's nearly 9:30 and I have a group of German businessmen arriving then."

"Is something the matter?" Caitlin asked.

"No, not really" he lied. "If I explained, you'd just think poorly of me."

"Try me," Caitlin insisted.

"Please believe me, I'm not a pervert," Knightly began. "I'd never touch you; much less hurt you, but I could gaze at you all day. Men my age seldom get to see girls your age nude. You're a truly beautiful creation. It pains me to hurry you off so that I can make way for a bunch of wretched old German men."

Caitlin blushed. "Thank you," she said earnestly. "You've been very nice and I honestly don't mind you staring at me. It sort of comes with the territory when you're a naturist. I don't mind someone looking at me as long as they mean me no harm."

"I'd never hurt you," Mr. Knightly asserted once again. "Unfortunately, I can't attest for the damn Germans. You better hurry and put that dress on and make a speedy exit before they arrive."

Caitlin smiled and nodded her agreement. Quickly she returned her wand to its sheath and then slipped on her dress and began buttoning it down the front from top to bottom. It was when she reached the last two buttons that calamity struck. The threads had managed to survive the strain of the journey, but now finally gave way.

Caitlin's first notion was to have Mr. Knightly do a repairing charm.

"Do you have your wand with you, Sir?" she asked hopefully.

Mr. Knightly hadn't been watching Caitlin get dressed, but instead had been checking the clock on the wall, nervously. "No," he answered. "New Homeland Security regulation. Stupid if you ask me. People arriving can bring their wands into the country, but airport personnel aren't allowed to carry one."

"Good, you're dressed," he said, quickly changing the subject.

Before Caitlin could say another word, he placed his hand on her shoulder and began ushering her toward the door. "At the end of this hall is a bathroom and around the corner is the baggage claim area," he instructed. "If anyone asks where you were, just say that you were using the bathroom. At your age no one will question your lack of luggage; they'll assume your parents have it. It's been a genuine pleasure meeting you, Miss Potter. You most certainly made this old man's day. Have a wonderful vacation."

Caitlin was speechless. The one-way door had closed behind her and automatically locked. Mr. Knightly was gone and she was standing in an empty hallway staring at the two popped buttons in her hand.

If Caitlin had been wearing a floor length dress this wouldn't have been a serious problem, but we all know that Emily and Caitlin seldom wear long dresses. As it was, this was one of Caitlin's shortest dresses; it barely covered all that needed to be covered.

Caitlin nervously looked down at her legs. Suddenly the dress seemed scandalously short. She touched the hem of the dress and then traced the opening up until she reached the first closed button; it was almost at her natural waist. If she didn't move, the dress laid flat against her body covering all her private bits, but she had no idea how much of a show she would give when she walked. As far as she could deduce, she had three choices. Use her wand to repair the dress and be guilty of breaking the Decree for the Reasonable Restriction of Underage Sorcery, enlarge her trunk and change into another outfit or walk through the airport as she was and risk the chance of exposing her pelvic area to a great many people.

Using her wand was definitely out. Although she knew that her friend Claudia would rather die then expose herself in public, this could scarcely be considered a life or death situation. Opening her trunk seemed like the reasonable thing to do, but then what? The trunk was huge when expanded. How was she going to drag it around the airport while looking for her father? Worse yet, once opened, the trunk couldn't be closed because that would cause it to shrink again and then it would take the performance of a magic spell to open it a second time.

She had no choice. Caitlin had to meet her father just as she was. She walked slowly to the end of the hall trying to judge just how much the dress parted with each step. Unexpectedly, the extreme shortness of the garment was actually a benefit; it helped prevent her legs from brushing against the material and thus causing it to open wider. She wasn't sure, however, how much this would be affected by a swifter gait.

Caitlin stood at the end of the hall looking out toward the baggage claim area. She hadn't been this panicky when Emily and she had walked the streets of Hogsmeade totally nude. Why was it that the trip to Hogsmeade had seemed so pure and innocent and what she was about to do seemed totally wrong and decadent? She took a deep breath and with tiny steps proceeded out of the hidden hallway and into public view.

* * * * * *

"Harry, we have to do something," Hermione begged. "We can't just sit here and assume that she's alright; especially not after what happened to the girls when they Portkeyed to Fort Lauderdale."

"I know," Harry agreed, "but at the moment, I frankly don't know what to do. I guess we could always make a Portkey and transport ourselves to Orlando, but we don't know the exact destination of Caitlin's Portkey because the International Transportation Ministry programmed it. It will take hours to contact them and get the precise coordinates."

"We don't have hours," Hermione retorted.

"Caitlin's fine," Emily insisted. "She's a proficient witch and in an emergency she could always use the dark side of her Hyperempath abilities."

"She'd only use the negative side of her powers in an extreme emergency," Evan advised. "Caitlin wants to save lives, not take them."

"Caitlin can use her healing powers to kill?" Claudia asked, thunderstruck.

"We think so," Emily said somberly. "It's something that she obviously doesn't ever want to fully test out, but once she accidentally hurt someone rather bad. She doesn't like to talk about it."

"Special powers can at times be both a blessing and a curse," Claudia said with authority.

"As if you'd know," Evan jested.

"You might be surprised," Claudia retorted.

"I'd give anything to be in Caitlin's shoes right now," Emily said enviously. "I'm bored just sitting around here waiting to ..." She caught herself just in time. "I mean ... I could use a thrill, some excitement. Can you visualize being nude in the midst of thousands of people?"

"I'd die," Claudia gasped, imagining the humiliation. "I've already been seen nude by way more people than I'm comfortable with."

"I assume that means you won't be attending the wedding starkers?" Emily said, with a laugh.

"Starkers? Wedding? What wedding?" Claudia asked.

But before Emily could answer, there was a pecking at the window.

"Oh, look at the teeny owl," Claudia exclaimed. "Isn't it adorable?"

"It must be a cousin to Pig, the Weasleys' owl." Emily commented as she hurried to open the window.

"Look at the band on its leg!" Evan exclaimed. "It's a postal owl from the Hogsmeade Post Office."

As soon as Emily took the letter from the owl's beak, it flew back out the window. "The letter is addressed to you and Dad," Emily stated, handing the envelope to a nervous Hermione.

Hermione looked at the letter's return address. "It's from Postmaster Hefner," she said, looking questioningly at Harry. "Why would he be writing us?"

"Why don't you open the letter and find out?" Emily said complacently.

Hermione gave Emily a censorious look and quickly tore open the envelope.

"She's okay," Hermione shouted to the room in general.

After fully reading the letter, she explained in detail. "The gentleman in charge of Portkey arrivals in Orlando contacted Mr. Hefner by phone. Postmaster Hefner actually talked to Caitlin. She arrived in good health, has her dress, and is about to go meet her father."

A look of great relief covered Hermione's face.

"That's wonderful," Claudia declared. "As soon as she's with her father, she'll be in safe secure hands."

* * * * * *

Caitlin was grateful that the baggage claim area was temporarily quiet and relatively empty. She quickly scanned the vicinity. Her eyes stopped abruptly when she spotted him. He was even more handsome than she recalled; he looked like a movie star.

Tom Pitt was checking his watch and at first didn't see her.

"Dad!" Caitlin called out.

Tom turned in the direction of her voice, his face suddenly bursting into a smile. He hurried toward Caitlin, an expression of excitement now etched on his face.

Tom looked like he was about to sweep Caitlin up into his arms, but at the last moment perhaps thought better of it.

"You're late," he said anxiously. "I was beginning to worry. Was your flight delayed?"

"I arrived on time," Caitlin said, cautiously. She didn't want to go into too much detail in such a public atmosphere. "I had to take a pee." She glanced toward the sign that indicated the restrooms.

"Well, lets get your luggage and be on our way," Tom said eagerly.

Caitlin had the feeling that he was resisting a strong urge to hug her.

"I already have it," Caitlin whispered. "It's miniaturized."

Tom didn't question her. He wasn't an expert on the magical world, but he did know that magic could accomplish many seemingly impossible tasks.

He picked up his suitcase. "In that case let's go," he said eagerly. "Disney World awaits us."

Caitlin stared at the suitcase in Tom's grip. "I thought you lived in Orlando?" Caitlin questioned. "Why do you have a suitcase?"

Tom blushed. "I don't want you seeing my apartment," he said apologetically. "To be blunt, it's a dive. It's much too sordid a place for a special girl like you to stay. I booked us a room in the park for the extent of your visit."

"In the park," Caitlin gushed excitedly. "We're actually staying in Disney World?"

"Yes," Tom replied readily, evidently pleased by Caitlin's enthusiasm. "There's just one slight problem." He gulped apprehensively. "Rooms in the Contemporary are rather steep in price and well ... I could only manage the cost of one."

"I hope you don't mind us sleeping in the same room," he said, hesitantly. "There are two double beds and we can change clothing in the bathroom. I'll understand if it bothers you; I know I'm practically a stranger to you."

"You're my Dad!" Caitlin interrupted vehemently. "Maybe we've been separated all my life, but you're still my Dad and I trust you. One room is fine." She laughed. "It's not like you're going to rape me or anything like that."

Tom forced a laugh.

"Dad, I don't imagine you have a needle and thread in your suitcase, do you?" Caitlin inquired hopefully.

"No, I don't," Tom replied. "I didn't think that your kind used such things?"

"My kind?" Caitlin questioned, a hurt look on her face.

"I didn't mean anything derogatorily," Tom hastened to clarify. He lowered his voice. "I just thought that witches never had to fix anything by hand; can't you just say some magic words and flick your wand?"

"Well, normally, yes," Caitlin confessed, "but underage witches aren't allowed to use magic outside of school. It can wait; maybe the hotel gift shop will have sewing kits available for sale."

Caitlin didn't go into detail as to why she needed a sewing kit and Tom didn't press the issue. He seemed more intent on them getting on their way.

"We better hurry," he said anxiously. "It will be an hour's wait if we miss this shuttle bus to the hotel." He grabbed Caitlin's hand and started hustling her toward the exit doors.

As long as Caitlin had stood still with her legs together, the bottom of her dress remained pretty much closed with only a tiny slit showing up the middle. As they began to walk, however, Caitlin realized that with every step she took, a WIDE gap opened up exposing her VERY high thighs and, most likely, quite a bit more. Caitlin suddenly became aware that she was getting fairly many stares from people as they walked along. This made her very uncomfortable and extremely embarrassed.

Caitlin was a naturist, not an exhibitionist. She had no problem with people seeing her nude, but not like this; this wasn't at all innocent or comfortable. Caitlin for the first time in her life felt sluttish and she didn't at all like the sensation. She could only pray that her Dad didn't notice all the people staring or where their eyes were glued. Caitlin had intended to eventually tell her Dad that she was a naturist, but this wasn't the time and definitely not the way she wanted him to learn about her chosen lifestyle.

She tried to take shorter steps, but her Dad refused to slow his pace. An older gentleman that was walking toward Caitlin had his eyes fixed on her pelvis as he approached. As he got within ten feet of Caitlin, he was so intently staring at her open dress that he walked directly into another patron knocking them both to the floor.

Finally, to Caitlin's great relief, they reached the doors to the parking lot. She could see the shuttle bus parked directly outside and literally sighed with relief. Her ordeal wouldn't be over until she reached the sanctuary of their hotel room, but the refuge of the bus would at least afford a brief respite.

Unfortunately, just as the automatic doors opened, a gust of wind kicked up. It blew Caitlin's dress all the way up to her waist and clearly exposed her many lovely assets to a couple of approaching teenage boys. They both gave Caitlin several wolf-whistles and probably would have offered some obscene remarks, but Tom's livid glance in their direction seemed to make them think otherwise.

Fortunately, Tom hadn't realized exactly what had prompted the whistles. He just thought they were crass boys whistling at his attractive daughter. By the time they reached the bus, Caitlin was trembling.

"Are you cold?" Tom asked concernedly.

"No! Just excited to be spending my vacation with you," Caitlin lied, nervously.

Tom entered the bus first and Caitlin attempted to remain as close behind him as possible in order to shield her body as she climbed the steps. Caitlin had anticipated securing a window seat on the bus in order to be concealed from view, but unfortunately the only unoccupied spaces were those on the long bench seat facing the aisle.

Caitlin endeavored to nonchalantly drape her hand over the gap in the material of her dress as she unenthusiastically took a seat. She debated momentarily and then crossed her legs. This accomplished the desired result of hiding her labia from view, but it did expose an inordinate amount of her left leg. Tom, who sat to her right, was unaware of his daughter's overexposure, but a teenage boy sitting diagonally across the aisle had most certainly noticed. The boy stared at Caitlin's leg like a starving man would gaze at a turkey drumstick on Thanksgiving Day.

Finally they were on their way and Tom strived to engage his daughter in conversation about their vacation. He seemed more keyed up than some of the young children on the bus.

"I purchased us length of stay passes," Tom said excitedly. "That gives us enough time to spend a full day in each park and even time to revisit some of our favorite attractions. After we check in, I want to take a shower and then I thought we could have dinner at one of the countries in the World Showcase at EPCOT."

"That sounds terrific," Caitlin said, lackadaisically. She was as eager as her Dad to get their holiday together started, but at the moment she was preoccupied with the boy that was staring a hole through her.

Oh how she wished that she had Harry's invisibility cloak so that she could just disappear. If not that, then that she was totally nude. To most people it wouldn't make sense, but Caitlin would be much more comfortable naked than partially exposed as she currently was. She was not a teasing tramp, but she was certain that this teen had the notion that she was.

Finally, to Caitlin's great relief, they reached the hotel. Now if only she could make it inside and to their room without causing a scene. As soon as the bus came to a stop, Tom got up immediately and headed to the front, beckoning Caitlin to follow him. But as Caitlin carefully got to her feet, she was tapped gently on the shoulder. It was the boy that had ogled her for the entire trip.

"Excuse me, but are you British?" he asked. "I didn't mean to eavesdrop on your conversation, but your accent caught my attention. I was born in Britain; moved to the States two years ago."

"Yes, I am," Caitlin answered, pleasantly. "I'm here on holiday visiting my father."

The boy nodded. "I'm sorry I stared at you the entire ride, but you're very pretty; you have gorgeous legs."

Caitlin blushed. "Thank you," she replied shyly.

"Can I ask you a question without being slapped?" the boy asked.

"That depends on the question," Caitlin laughed. "I won't give you any guarantees, but I seldom resort to violence without good cause."

"I swear I know you from someplace." He hesitated briefly. "Are you by any chance a naturist? Have you ever been to Cap d'Adge? Are you Caitlin Potter?"

"Yes to all three questions!" Caitlin answered. She was shocked by the queries and now studied the boy carefully. "I'm sorry, but I don't recognize you. Did we meet there?"

"I'm Daniel Weber," replied the boy.

"You're Daniel?" Caitlin rejoined, shock evident in her voice. "Little Daniel? Wow! You've changed."

"Is that good or bad?"

"Good, definitely good," Caitlin answered.

"Hurry up, Caitlin," Tom Pitt yelled, "Mickey is waiting for us."

"That's my Dad, my birth dad," Caitlin explained. "We're on vacation to get to know each other. One thing that I've already learned is that he still has a lot of little boy in him; he's very impatient. I better get going."

"I hope we get to see each other again," Daniel said, sincerely.

Caitlin noticed for the first time that Daniel had a long-sleeved sweatshirt tied around his waist.

"I can guarantee that we will, if you let me borrow that sweatshirt," Caitlin implored.

"Sure, you can borrow it," Daniel said, quickly undoing the tied sleeves and handing the garment to Caitlin. "Are you cold?"

"Not exactly," Caitlin said. "I'll explain when I return your sweatshirt." Caitlin quickly wrapped the garment around her waist and tied it. Daniel had tied the sleeves in front, with the body of the shirt covering his buttock. Caitlin tied it in back so that her pelvis was covered.

"I got to go," Caitlin said looking in the direction of her Dad. "You saved my life." She gave Daniel a quick kiss on the cheek and hurried off. Daniel just touched his cheek as he watched her scurry away.

"What was that all about and why do you have that boy's sweatshirt wrapped around your waist?" Tom Pitt asked impatiently, when Caitlin finally caught up to him.

"It's a long story, Dad. Let's get checked in and I'll explain it all to you tonight over dinner."

Tom didn't argue, but instead headed for the registration desk. Registration went smoothly and soon they were all set to head for their room.

As they were about to enter the elevator, Caitlin noticed Daniel and his family join the queue at the registration counter.

"I'll be right back," Caitlin said to her Dad.

"Where are you going?" Tom Pitt questioned impatiently.

"I'll only be a minute," Caitlin insisted. "I have to tell Daniel what room we are in."

Caitlin ran over to Daniel and his family. "Thanks again for the loan of the sweatshirt! I'm in room 928."

Mr. Weber watched as Caitlin rejoined her father and then turned to his son. "I have to hand it to you boy, you work fast. Not even signed in yet and you already have a pretty girl giving you her room number. Like father like son, I always say."

Mrs. Weber shook her head and frowned in annoyance at her husband; Daniel and his younger sister simply laughed.

When they reached their floor and the room door finally closed behind them, Caitlin felt a wave of relief pour over her. There hadn't been a scene and her secret was still safe. It wasn't that she was in any way ashamed of being a naturist; she just wasn't sure how much diversity in her life her dad could handle at one time.

As her Dad admired the splendid view of the Magic Kingdom that their balcony offered, Caitlin removed the trunk charm from her ankle bracelet and placed it on the floor of the open closet. She then rubbed it lightly with her fingertip and it immediately expanded to full size.

"Are you sure you packed enough clothes?" Tom asked glibly upon seeing the enormous size of Caitlin's trunk.

"It's not full," Caitlin retorted, blushing nonetheless.

She placed her dress shoes and a few other items on the open lid in order to insure that it remained open and then she stashed the Portkey spoon safely away inside the trunk. It was her ticket home and she wanted to keep it secure. Finally, she untied Daniel's sweatshirt, removed it from her waist and laid it aside her shoes. She owed him big time; he had saved her life.

"I'm going to freshen up a bit," Tom said, heading for the bathroom. "It will only take me a few minutes and then we can scope out the hotel if you like."

"That sounds great," Caitlin replied.

The first thing Caitlin intended to do was change her dress, but instead, the moment Tom closed the bathroom door, she flopped herself backward onto the bed and stretched her arms high above her head in release. She momentarily closed her eyes and took a deep relaxing breath.

"Oh! Caitlin!" Tom said, suddenly reentering the room. "I forgot to ask you if..."

Tom froze; he couldn't believe his bulging eyes. His fifteen-year-old daughter was laying spread eagle on the bed with the front of her dress unbuttoned from the hem all the way up to her navel, but that was only the tip of the iceberg. She wasn't wearing any panties and Tom had an unfettered view of her hairless pelvic area. Suddenly Tom was feeling urges that were certainly not paternal.

"Oh Dad! I'm so sorry," Caitlin shrieked, quickly sitting up. "This isn't how I wanted you to find out."

"Find out what?" Tom asked, staggered.

Although Caitlin had hurriedly sat up, she hadn't made the slightest effort to cover her exposed 'private' bits.

"There is something you should know about me," Caitlin said, nervously.

"Something in addition to you being a witch?" Tom questioned. "Will it explain why you aren't wearing any underwear?"

Caitlin nodded sheepishly. "I'm a naturist."

"What does your interest in zoology have to do with your lack of underwear?" Tom asked in a rather crotchety manner.

"Naturist, Dad, not naturalist." Caitlin corrected. "You better sit down. This might take awhile."

* * * * * *

It did take quite awhile, almost an hour. Caitlin not only gave particulars as to what a naturist was, but also went into great detail as to how she had become one. She told Tom how Jamie, Emily and she had tricked Harry and Hermione into taking a nudist vacation. Caitlin even told her Dad about some of the other nude adventures that Emily and she had experienced.

"Then nudism has nothing to do with exhibitionism?" Tom questioned.

"Not for the true naturist. It isn't about flaunting our bodies or trying to excite others. We're simply more comfortable without clothes on. Personally, except for extremely cold conditions, I'd never wear a stitch of clothing," Caitlin explained. "Unfortunately, most of the world relates nudity to sex and thinks the naked body is obscene."

"Then there is the safety issue, too," Caitlin continued, "especially for girls. Perverts have the tendency to think that simply because a girl is nude, she's inviting sex. Which definitely is not true."

Tom closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead. "You'd actually be more comfortable right now if you were naked?"

Caitlin nodded. "If I had my way, I'd travel around the entire resort nude. Unfortunately, that isn't feasible. If it won't bother you though, I'd at least like to be naked when in our quarters."

Tom bobbed his head in understanding of her feelings. Caitlin, however, took it to mean that he approved.

"Thanks, Dad!" she exclaimed happily.

Before he could correct her misinterpretation, Caitlin was standing in front of him totally starkers. Tom Pitt was at a complete loss for words. To say he was flabbergasted would be an understatement of his present condition. He couldn't take his eyes off of Caitlin's naked body and the thoughts and sensations going through his head and body were anything but fatherly. Daughter or not, Tom had a strong desire to shag the lovely creature facing him.

Tom stared at her, open-mouthed, unspeaking.

Finally Caitlin shrugged her shoulders and said, "Dad is there something wrong?"

Tom gave his head a quick jerk, bringing himself out of the momentary stupor. What was he thinking? He could get laid anytime he wanted. This girl was worth a fortune to him. He wasn't about to screw up his plans for a few minutes of obsession. Besides, he wasn't a rapist and he doubted greatly that Caitlin would agree to have consensual sex with him.

"I'm sorry if I gawked," Tom said, actually sounding sincere. "It's just that most dads aren't fortunate enough to ever see their grown daughters quite like this. You've really developed into a beautiful young woman."

"Thanks. Dad," Caitlin said, exhibiting a full body blush.

Tom still had to take that shower and now it would definitely be a cold one, but his eyes refused to let him turn away from Caitlin's naked form. "You still didn't explain why you're not wearing any panties. Is that a nudist craze?"

Caitlin laughed. "No, not really. Most naturists aren't quite as extreme as my Mum and sisters. We've all actually gotten to the point that we can hardly stand wearing clothes even when necessary. We especially hate garments that fit the body tight like slacks and shorts; so, of course, undergarments are a definite no no. If I'm wearing robes, I usually go naked beneath them and if I wear Muggle clothes it's always a dress or skirt, the shorter the better. I like to feel the breeze on my vagina."

"Aren't you concerned with giving someone a show?" Tom asked, actually sounding like a concerned father.

"Not really," Caitlin answered matter-of-factly. "My butt and vagina are just body parts. I don't understand why people make such a big deal out of certain body parts. More to the point, I spend most of my time with the Gryffindors and they all see me totally nude everyday so I doubt any of them will get excited if I bend the wrong way and they get a quick view of my anus."

Tom's head was spinning; he'd never before meet a girl anything like Caitlin. "I have to go take that shower," he said reluctantly, "but can I ask you one more question first?"

"Sure!"

"It's rather personal," Tom said, hesitantly.

Caitlin smiled. "I'm still a virgin, Dad," she said, laughing. "I might spend most of my time in the buff, but that doesn't mean that I sleep around." She paused momentarily. "Although to be completely honest, I am planning to have sex with my boyfriend. I just haven't decided on when yet."

"That wasn't my question," Tom said, "but I'm pleased to hear that you don't sleep around." He actually blushed and seemed embarrassed. "My question is about your pussy... I mean vagina."

"You can refer to it as my pussy if you want to," Caitlin sniggered. "I usually refer to it as my twat, but pussy is kind of cute. Isn't it funny how one body part can have so many different names? I don't like the word cunt though; it sounds dirty. Anyway, what's the question?"

"Why did you decide to shave down there?" Tom asked. "It sort of makes you look like a little girl. I thought most girls were keen to grow a bush because it showed they had become a woman, sort of like a badge of honor."

"A lot of girls do feel that way," Caitlin agreed, "but I'm not one of them. Having hair near where I defecate just seems really gross and unsanitary. Hair under your arms and on your legs is a sign of maturity too, but not many women let it grow in those areas. But I don't shave; I use a magical charm that prevents the growth of hair. I don't have any hair anywhere on my body except my head."

Caitlin held out her arm. "Feel."

Tom reluctantly stroked Caitlin's arm. It was extremely smooth and soft.

"The truly nice thing about the spell is that the hair is one hundred percent gone," Caitlin declared. "No nasty shaving stubble. Evan, he's my boyfriend, says that my twat feels as soft as a baby's cheek. What to touch it?"

Tom looked at Caitlin in disbelief. "I don't think that would be a very good idea," Tom stated. "I'm your Dad."

Caitlin gave her Dad an aggravated look. "Dad, it's just a body part; it isn't a sacred shrine. I just want you to feel how soft the skin is; I certainly don't expect you to masturbate me."

Tom's face flushed. "I have to take that shower. If we don't get moving, we won't have time to scope out the hotel before dinner." Tom turned and hurried into the bathroom.

Caitlin's eyes followed her Dad until the door closed. She wanted to kick herself. Was she becoming as bold and brash as Emily? Caitlin couldn't believe that she had actually suggested that her Dad touch her down there. What must he think of her?

She kept forgetting that most people didn't think like Emily and her. To Caitlin, the vagina and breasts were simply body parts, no different than arms and legs. As long as it wasn't in a sexual way, she didn't have any problem with them being touched. Her Dad obviously thought differently and now probably considered her some kind of slag.

Caitlin was giving herself a brutal mental tongue lashing when there was a soft knock at the door. Grumpily, she pulled the door open. "Yes, can I help you," she spouted surly without even looking up.

"WOW! You really are an around the clock nudist," Daniel exclaimed. "I can't believe you opened the door like that without even knowing who was on the other side."

"I can't believe I did either," Caitlin admitted. "I forgot for the moment that I wasn't at home. I'm lucky it was you and not someone from hotel services."

"I'm lucky it was me, too," Daniel said. Daniel took all of Caitlin in. "I can't get over how much you've changed since Cap d'Adge. I mean, you were always pretty, but back then you were rather on the skinny side and sort of ...." He trailed off.

"Totally flat-chested," Caitlin finished, laughing. "Believe me, I remember. There were times that I thought the girls would never grow."

"Well, they've actually grown quite nicely," Daniel said, blushing. "Actually, all of you has."

"Thanks," replied Caitlin. It was now her turn to feel embarrassed. "Let me go get your sweatshirt," she said leaving Daniel standing briefly at the open door. "You didn't have to come for it, you know, I would have been sure to get it back to you."

"I didn't come for the sweatshirt," Daniel answered. "I wanted to see you again and find out if there was any chance of us spending some time together during your vacation. You know, renewing an old friendship."

"I'd like that," Caitlin said genuinely, "but I've just been reunited with my Dad and I really should spend my whole vacation time with him."

Daniel looked disappointed, but nodded his head in understanding.

"How many days will you be here?" he asked.

"We check out on the thirty-first," Caitlin replied. She frowned. "We can't spend much time in the parks that day because I have to get home for a New Year's Eve dance."

"Wow! That will be a long day for you what with the long flight and the time differences," Daniel commented.

Caitlin agreed without comment. She couldn't very well tell Daniel that her trip back to Europe would actually only take her a few minutes. He had no idea that she was a witch and could travel by Portkey. Being a Muggle, Daniel wouldn't even know what a Portkey was and undoubtedly didn't think witches even existed.

"Are you going to go to Blizzard Beach?" Daniel asked hopefully.

"What's that?" Caitlin questioned.

"One of the two best water parks in the whole world," Daniel explained, sounding like a salesman. "The other one is Typhoon Lagoon; it's here, too, but unfortunately closed for refurbishment."

"Isn't it a little cool to go to a water park this time of year, even in Florida?" Caitlin questioned. "I know the days are nice and warm and sunny, but don't the nights get cool? The water must be freezing."

"Not in Walt Disney World," Daniel explained enthusiastically. "The water in all their pools is heated to eighty-two degrees Fahrenheit. The water is actually warmer than the air temperature sometimes. My family is going on Friday. I was hoping that maybe we could meet there."

"I don't know," Caitlin said, not sounding very confident. "I'm not sure what my Dad's plans are for each day. I don't suppose they allow nude swimming?"

"Not hardly," Daniel replied. "This is the United States, home of the prudish. Occasionally, a girl will lose her top on one of the big slides or in the wave pool, but that's the only nudity."

"I hate to wear wet clingy bathing costumes," Caitlin said, disgustedly. She glanced at the disappointed look on Daniel's face. "I can't promise anything, but I'll see what I can work out."

They had just finished discussing where they would meet up if she could get her Dad to agree when Caitlin heard the water shut off in the bathroom.

"You better go," Caitlin said, a tone of near panic in her voice. "My Dad just learned that I was a naturist. I don't think he's ready for the visual of me in my birthday suit talking to a fully dressed boy."

"I understand," Daniel said turning to leave. He looked back. "I really hope you can make it on Friday."

Caitlin had only just closed the door and returned to her trunk when her Dad entered the room fully dressed and ready to go. "Haven't you dressed yet?" he asked, trying desperately not to stare a Caitlin's beguiling nude form.

"I always wait till the last minute to dress," Caitlin said. "It only takes me a couple of seconds."

Caitlin slipped a short mini dress over her head and slipped on her shoes. "I'm ready," she said in less than fifteen seconds.

"That's all you're wearing?" Tom questioned apprehensively.

"It's the most I ever wear," Caitlin answered sweetly. "Don't worry Dad; I'll be careful. I promise not to do any handstands."

To avoid an embarrassing reaction, Tom tried his best not to picture that in his mind.

They spent a few minutes walking through the hotel and then decided to head over to Epcot Center and The World Showcase. It was too early for their dinner reservation, but that gave them time to visit several of the countries in the World Showcase. They toured the countries in a counter-clockwise direction, lastly enjoying the Maelstrom ride in Norway before heading to Mexico and enjoying a delectable dinner in The San Angel Inn Restaurant.

Tom had originally planned on calling it a night after dinner, thinking that Caitlin would be tired out due to the five-hour time difference from England. However, when Caitlin noticed that EPCOT was open until 9:30 and that there was a fireworks display at closing, those plans were quickly changed. Tom, who thought he had planned out the vacation itinerary, soon found Caitlin dragging him from attraction to attraction. They both especially enjoyed Test Track, a high-speed thrill ride.

Tom found it difficult to take his eyes off of Caitlin's legs all evening. He wasn't sure if this was because they were so nice-looking or because her dress was so short and he was aware that she wasn't wearing any panties. It amazed him that she was able to move about so freely and not constantly give a show. He wasn't sure if this reality relieved or disappointed him.

After the IllumiNations firework display they boarded the monorail for the return to their hotel. Caitlin stunned Tom by cuddling up to him and giving him a kiss on the cheek.

"I'm having a wonderful time, Dad," she said, truthfully.

"I'm glad," Tom replied without further comment.

"What's on the agenda for tomorrow?"

"Well, originally I planned on spending the entire day at Epcot, but we've already seen a good deal of that," he explained.

"Can we go to the Animal Kingdom tomorrow?" Caitlin implored. "I heard that they have some neat rides there."

"If that pleases you," Tom replied genially.

"What time does it open?"

"Eight o'clock, but we don't need to be there at opening," Tom explained. "I'm sure you're tired and would like to sleep in."

"Yes we do," Caitlin insisted. "I can have a lie in anytime. I'm not about to waste time sleeping when there is so much to see and do. Let's get up at six so we can get an early breakfast and be at the park when it opens."

"Are you sure you're fifteen?" Tom asked. "You still have a lot of little girl in you."

"I can't help it," Caitlin exclaimed. "I'm excited and having a good time. Best of all I'm with my Dad." She grabbed Tom arm and hugged it.

Tom smiled. "The hotel has room service. The first one of us up can order breakfast. That will save us some time."

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Despite being extremely weary, Tom had a difficult time falling asleep that evening. You might assume that it was because his conscience was bothering him, but you'd be wrong. When it came to scruples, Tom Pitt didn't have any. What kept him awake was the vision of the unclothed girl on the adjacent bed; the nude girl that preferred to sleep sans covers.

Tom felt like he had only a minute ago managed to fall asleep when he was being awakened by Caitlin's prodding. He opened his bleary eyes to find Caitlin straddling his blanket covered body.

"It's about time you woke up. I've been calling you for the last five minutes. I was about to pull your covers off and start tickling you," she said teasingly.

"You wouldn't dare," Tom rejoined.

That, of course, was the wrong thing to say to Caitlin. Like her sister, Caitlin couldn't resist responding to a dare or challenge. Before he knew what was happening, Tom was stripped of his blanket and Caitlin was fiercely tickling his boxer clad body. Tom responded in kind and soon the father and daughter were laughing and giggling as they good-naturedly wrestled on the bed. This continued until Caitlin's breasts came into contact with Tom's bare chest.

Tom abruptly pushed the innocent, playful girl off and jumped out of bed. "We better get moving if you want to be at the park gate when it opens," he said, turning away from Caitlin so that she couldn't see the reaction his body had gotten due to her closeness.

"Why don't you take a shower while I order us some breakfast?" he suggested.

"I already had my shower while you were snoring away," Caitlin responded.

With his back still turned toward Caitlin, Tom headed toward the bathroom. "In that case, why don't you order breakfast for both of us while I shave and shower," he said, hurriedly closing the door.

For a moment, Caitlin simply stared at the door trying to figure out what had just taken place. They were having such great fun and then just like that her Dad had pulled away from her. It was almost like he was afraid to get too close to her.

She shook her head and reached for the phone to call room service; it was probably just her imagination. After ordering breakfast she picked out what she was going to wear for the day, a white knit dress, and laid it on the bed. Then she hurried over to the bathroom door and urgently knocked.

"Dad, are you still shaving?" she asked. "May I come in?"

Tom reluctantly unlocked the door and Caitlin hurried inside. "I got to go," she said. Without any further comment she hurriedly sat down on the toilet.

Tom looked at her, aghast. "I'll wait outside until you're done," he said in a gentlemanly fashion.

"Don't be silly," Caitlin replied. "You can finish shaving; I only have to pee."

Tom couldn't believe this girl. "Do you normally use the toilet when someone else is in the room?" he questioned.

Caitlin laughed. "I don't make a habit of it," she replied. "But I would have never made it until you finished your shower. Besides, it's no big deal. Everybody has to pee. I would have been reluctant to do a number two with you in the room." She blushed. "I know girls are supposed to be made of sugar and spice and everything nice, but truthfully sometimes our poo can smell pretty bad."

Tom continued to shave, but couldn't help sneaking a look as Caitlin patted herself dry. He stepped to the side as she washed her hands. "Caitlin, I know that you are completely comfortable with being nude and having people see you that way, but will you please do me a favor?"

Caitlin stared questioningly at her Dad.

"If room service comes before I'm out of the shower, please put some clothes on before you answer the door."

Caitlin laughed. "Yeah! I guess that would be a good idea," she said. Truthfully, it was probably a good thing that her Dad had reminded her. After all, just yesterday she had unthinkingly opened the door to Daniel completely starkers.

After breakfast, they went to the transportation center and caught a bus to the Animal Kingdom, arriving just prior to opening. Tom wasn't very happy with the dress that Caitlin had picked to wear for the day, but hesitated to comment on it. Lengthwise it was actually conservative for Caitlin, ending at mid thigh, but it was skintight. The way it clung to Caitlin's breasts and butt, it was very obvious that she wasn't wearing any undergarments.

Apparel aside, they had a wonderful morning. The park was surprisingly empty and they were able to visit many attractions with minimal time spent waiting in lines. When eleven o'clock rolled around they only had two attractions remaining that they positively wanted to see.

"Where should we go first?" Tom asked. "We have Expedition Everest and the Kali River Rapids rides remaining."

"Let's do the water ride first," Caitlin suggested. "It's closer and that way if we get water splashed on us, we'll dry off on the Everest roller coaster."

Needless to say, they were more then splashed with water. They were drenched, especially unfortunate Caitlin. She looked like a drowned rat as she exited the ride.

"Why's everybody staring at me," Caitlin protested. "Haven't they ever seen a girl with wet hair before."

"I don't think it's the hair," Tom replied guardedly. "Your dress didn't leave very much to the imagination when it was dry. Now it's practically see through."

"Well that's not my fault," Caitlin protested. "That ride belongs in a water park, not here. If they're going to douse you with water, you should be allowed to ride it naked."

"I'm sure that twelve-year-old boy sitting across from you would have enjoyed that," Tom said, amused. "The sun is warm today. You'll dry out quickly."

"I'd dry a great deal faster if I could take this dress off and squeeze the water out of it," Caitlin replied, looking for a secluded area.

"Don't even think about it," Tom said sternly, as if reading Caitlin's mind. "You are not stripping in the middle of Disney World, naturist or not. It was your idea to wear such a revealing garment, now you'll have to suffer the consequences."

"Yes, Sir!" she replied, submissively. Her Dad had just scolded her and Caitlin liked it. He was finally actually treating her like his daughter.

By the time they waited nearly an hour in the queue for Expedition Everest, Caitlin's dress had air-dried. It still accentuated her many fine assets, but no longer actually exposed them to watching eyes. .

"Dad, is something the matter?" Caitlin asked. It seemed that the closer they had gotten to the front of the line, the queasier Tom's expression had become. "Don't you like roller coasters?"

"I like them just fine," Tom said.

Despite this assertion, Tom still appeared extremely nervous. As they took their seats near the front of the ride, Caitlin noticed beads of sweat on her Dad's forehead.

"Are you sure that you're okay?" Caitlin again asked, concernedly.

"I'm fine," Tom insisted.

The ride workers finished checking the seating harnesses and gave the thumbs up to the control board operator.

"All clear," she shouted to her fellow workers.

"Caitlin, you're a sweet girl," Tom said, a tear in his eye. "I'm sorry."

End of Chapter Eleven


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