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— Alexandra L. Regehr (@Goulnick) March 21, 2015

I don't mind it when my students tell me, "Hey, Ms. C. Your nips are showing."

(although that's usually the result of when I'm not wearing a bra, I do hear it sometimes when I'm being down-bloused, too, and DO have one on)

But especially for when those times when I'll be in front of them without a blouse on (doing nothing inappropriate of course) or when I'm being unknowingly upskirted as I walk past students' desks, it's good to know before I buy something online how transparent it's going to be.

Happy New Year 2014

Hope everyone has a wonderful New Year in 2014.

On New Year's Eve 2012 (as she had done the year before), my then 27-year old sister and the author of this blog, Belinda, good-naturally accepted "volunteering" to dress up as "Baby New Year" for midnight. My other sister, Anna, and I dressed Bel up in a diaper and a white sash (to cover one boob, with electrical tape in the shape of an "X" over the other). That, along with a 2013 tiara, was how she remained in front of about a dozen close friends for nearly an hour until Anna and I announced the baby "needed changing" and led Bel upstairs.

It was such a riot! Not only that, but so many of mine and Anna's friends said they wished they could have been there that we realized we couldn't let them down. Not to pass up such a good opportunity to embarrass our older sister, we informed her Tuesday afternoon that she would be making a repeat performance as "Baby New Year." Being quite embarrassed and expressing regret from last year she refused but with the help of her two closest girlfriends and roommates we "convinced" her it would be better for her to "volunteer" than to be "drafted." Of course, she thought the only people present would be Anna and myself again, with her roommates (who are her two closest girlfriends) and each of their boyfriends and only a couple of other close friends, just like the past two years. Would be Bel ever be mistaken about that!

Shortly after 11pm on Tuesday night, I and two of Bel's two girlfriends brought her upstairs to transform her from a college grad and summer softball/baseball camp coach into a quite reluctant, whimpering new-born baby girl. We stripped her naked and then tied on a thin, white and very loose-fitting sash that draped over her right boob (sort of, anyway; her nipple was quite visible from the side or anytime she leaned forward. lol). Using electrical tape like last year, we then put an "X" over her left nipple. As you can see in from the photo, Bel's quite flat-chested (making her the perfect choice for a female "Baby New Year").



But Bel's landing strip had to go, especially since the diaper we dressed her in this year was a small cotton cloth nappy one much more appropriate in size for a new-born than for a 28-year old woman. Her girlfriends shaved off her strip but there was a problem with the diaper. It just wouldn't stay up! It obviously couldn't be secured to itself around her waist (it wasn't big enough to reach fully around her and pin together) because it was it was designed literally for a new-born. It also only covered the lower half of her butt in the back and the front was more revealing than we initially planned for her, too.

One of Bel's girlfriends had on a pair of ultra low rise Calvin Klein white panties. So off those came and we snipped away everything but the waistband and put that onto Bel. We then put safety pins on each corner of the diaper/nappy (which essentially wasn't that much bigger than a washcloth), two safety pins in front and two in back, attaching it to the panty's waistband. But perhaps inevitably, both the front and back of Bel's diaper/nappy sagged away from her skin far enough that nothing was really left to the imagination of anyone standing next to her. With that in mind, Anna and I would later figure "Why not?" for something else we had considered and which came as another shock to Bel.

As we were upstairs, Anna greeted about four dozen of our friends, including both our boyfriends and their brothers and even a couple of ex-boyfriends we still got along with. Our cousins were visiting from Puerto Rico, so they came over, too, two boys and two girls. Unknown to Bel, about 60 or so people had now gathered, most of whom hadn't even seen Bel in a bikini before, half of whom she barely even knew at all!

Having given instructions to the guests for quietness, Anna called upstairs to me and Bel's girlfriends and I escorted her down the steps and into the darkened room, the TV making the only sounds of the one-minute countdown before midnight. We perched Bel up onto a chair and, just to make she she wouldn't bolt, Anna and I each held onto one of her arms to "keep her from falling" we assured her.

Then, at midnight, the lights came on, everyone screamed "Happy New Year" and then for about five seconds there was absolute silence as everyone starred at Bel, who was stunned in shock.

Then, the hooting and whistling started, along with flashes from cell phones and cameras and Bel's face quickly turned as red as a tomato. She turned to us, repeating over and over, "Oh my God! I can't believe you did this to me. Who the fuck are all these people? I can't believe this..."

She tried to bolt, but quickly realized she wasn't going anywhere and she was soon being greeted by our cousins, friends, boyfriends of friends, girlfriends of friends, friends of friends - all of whom of course wanted photos of themselves with "Baby New Year." Guys hugged her and more than one made sure to pull her sash away when pics were being taken and several slipped their hands down the back of her diaper.

Bel just kept blushing more and more with each passing minute, the look on her face being something between a forced smile and being on the verge of crying. Our 18 and 23-year male old cousins were laughing like crazy and quickly began relating to other guests that they had once seen Bel spanked on her bare butt on the beach when she was 15 by their mom because Bel had been mean to some little boys and kicked their soccer ball into the ocean.

Anna's boyfriend's younger brother and his girlfriend are seniors in the same high school Bel, Anna and I went to and told Anna and me that they couldn't wait to tell some of their professors who had also taught Bel about this. Overhearing them, up walked another guest, a woman in her late thirties named Denise, who not only taught Bel ten years ago but who still teaches at the high school. That was a total surprise to all of us; she came as the date of another guest!

"Oh, wow! How adorable you look, Belinda" she giggled. "I must get a picture of us together."

As Bel looked like she wanted to melt away into thin air, her former teacher draped her arm around Bel's waist and with her other hand pointed at the front of Bel's diaper, which a laughing Denise soon tugged downward as her date snapped off several revealing cell phone pics. Some minutes later, a still laughing Denise was seen texting away with her phone.

Bel walked over to me and whispered, "I can't believe you did this to me. She's going to show those pics to EVERYONE!"

I quickly reminded her, "Relax, Bel. Everyone already saw you naked in high school, remember?" (a gentle reminder of the time some jerks circulated nude pics of Bel and two of her girlfriends during their senior year)

"But I'm in a fucking diaper!" she whispered loudly.

"Oh, hush," I responded, as Anna walked over and said, "Here. Use this."

Grinning from what Anna handed me, I then stuck a pacifier into our older sister's mouth. The look on Bel's face was one of total defeat and she resignedly left the pacifier in her mouth as several more guests walked up to take pics.

Then two 18-year old high school senior boys walked over, dates of friends of Anna's.

"Coach Belinda?" they asked incredulously, before bursting into laughter.

Bel had indeed coached them, about five summers ago, just after she graduated college. Bel tried to hide her face in her hands, but Anna wouldn't let her and after the boys handed her their camera phones, Anna snapped off several keepsakes for each of them.

Anna would later find out that both boys have younger 12 and 13-year old brothers who will be attending the same softball/baseball camp this coming summer with several other friends their age. Poor Bel!

About half past midnight, Anna snuck around behind Bel and poured an entire glass of champagne down the back of Bel's diaper, giving me the perfect excuse to make an announcement.

"Looks like Baby Bel needs changing! Gather around, everyone," I said to a room full of hooting, clapping and laughter.

As Anna laid a baby blanket down on the floor in the center of the room, Bel looked at me in paralyzed fear, mouthing "No! Please. Not in front of everyone!"

"Oh, Bel," I told said. "Be realistic. Babies have no sense of shame or any need for modesty."

Then perhaps realizing she'd look more even foolish resisting in vain than being a good sport and complying, Anna and I eased Bel down to the floor without any further resistance. Anna then removed Bel's sash for good measure, leaving her topless save for the "X" of electrical tape covering her left nipple, until a quick thinking male guest stooped down and pulled that off, too.

Then, as the room fell silent, off came the diaper/nappy, leaving Bel completely naked on the floor on top of the baby blanket in the middle of a circle everyone formed around her. The hoots, laughter and whistling then quickly commenced and never let up, Bel cringing as cell phones and cameras snapped away.

I then carefully lifted Bel's legs up in the air and apart and then made sure she was wiped nice and clean.



Bel's former teacher and the two teenage boys she once coached stood a few feet away, busying their cell phones and cameras along with everyone else.

Belinda Visits a Nude Beach; Karma Bites Her in the Butt

My sister Belinda has never been prudish about taking off all her clothes and sunbathing nude outside in our backyard as we grew up. In fact, all three of us would frequently skinny dip in our large in-ground pool either alone, together or with our girlfriends. Our mom eventually was OK with it (we never did it around our dad), but sometimes she felt embarrassed if a friend or client of hers dropped by unexpectedly.

Though Bel is not an exhibitionist by any stretch, she's a little more uninhibited than she was in high school. As she will acknowledge, having nude pics of yourself spread about amongst your classmates sort of does that thing to you. So while Bel certainly wouldn't go walking around nude in mixed familiar company, she and three girlfriends did spend some time at nude beaches one year during college on summer break a few years back.

At one point in their trip, they were staying at a small hotel along the beach. The hotel had a pool and toplessness was perfectly acceptable both in and alongside the pool and in the hotel itself while going to and from the pool area. Full nudity, though, was discouraged.

So one day they decided they'd head down to the beach and find a relatively secluded spot to swim and sunbath fully naked. One of Bel's friends, Libby, wanted to put on her bikini - at least until they got down to a spot on the beach. But Bel and the other two girls, knowing Lib would probably never take it off, insisted they leave the hotel in towels only and carry them once they were on the beach. Eventually Libby relented.

They found a nice, quiet spot, laid down their towels, pinned their hotel key card to one of them and took in the sea breeze and the sun.

At some point in the afternoon, they were all laying on their backs, their knees up, when they heard a sound. Looking up, they saw in front of them a young guy in his 20s taking photos of them. Stunned and outraged, all four of them jumped up to confront the pervert.

As most of you may know, Bel's sharp tongue can peel the bark off trees and she let loose on him. The guy at first took it in stride, even insulting her about her breasts as compared to those of her friends. Then Libby slapped the guy hard across the face and demanded he turn over the digital camera card. When he refused and started to walk away, Bel and her friends followed and soon a chase ensued.

Several hundred yards down the beach, the chase ended when Bel tackled the asshole from behind, grabbing at his swim trunks. Her friends quickly pulled them off completely and Bel ripped them in half. Lib grabbed the guy's camera and hurled it into the sea. They spat, swore and taunted at the now-naked loser, then threw the remains of his trunks at him and told him to get lost. The guy went off running as Bel and her friends laughed and gave each other high-fives.

But when they walked back to their spot on the beach, their towels were gone! Even worse, since their hotel key card was pinned to one of them, that meant having to not only walk back and into the hotel fully naked, but having to ask staff at the front desk for a replacement key card!

Neither of them wanted to be the one to walk in alone, so rock-scissors-paper decided it would be Libby and Becky, while Bel and Ashley waited outside, trying to remain somewhat inconspicuous around the hotel pool.

Bel's friends were quite embarrassed as they not only had to walk inside and up to the front desk fully naked, but a young male clerk decided to take advantage of their embarrassing predicament to demand photo identification, that he couldn't just give them replacement room cards without them proving who they were. So he made them stand there several minutes while fetching a manager.

Meanwhile, as Bel friends related the incident to the rest of us when they got back home, the whispering, murmurs and giggling from people in the lobby began to grow louder. To Libby's chagrin, one young male Japanese tourist tapped her on her shoulder, causing her to instinctively turn. When she did, his traveling companion snapped a photo of him standing next to her before she could throw a hand down to cover her pubes. She was soon aware that tourist wasn't the only one snapping pictures, as a number of the dozen or so people standing or sitting around in the lobby were holding up various devices that no doubt are still causing laughter around the world at Bel's friends' expense.

Finally, a middle age female manager arrived and no doubt enjoyed scolding Lib and Becky for walking into the lobby nude, forcing them to explain the whole incident at the beach over again. Finally, satisfied that their full nudity wasn't intentional, she led them to the elevators. Lib asked if they might be given towels first, to which the manager replied, ''Of course. I'll have someone go get some.'' Knowing that would only prolong their exposure in the lobby they decided to go with the manager to their room in order to fetch their IDs to prove who they were.

After another embarrassing encounter with several guests in the elevators, including several young pre-teenage boys, one of whom decided to pinch Becky on her bare butt, the manager opened their room with a new key card and Libby and Becky got their IDs to prove their identity. The manager gave them the new room card and each of them quickly threw on a top and pair of shorts, grabbed two towels and headed back downstairs to find Belinda and Ashley.

In the lobby, they saw some people snickering and pointing at their return to others. Going outside, they found Bel and Ash standing shyly in the pool and gave them the room card and the towels. As all four of them heading back inside, Bel and Ash began complaining that Libby and Becky took way too long to return and they should have brought them some clothes or at least robes instead of two small towels that they could barely fasten around their waist while covering their breasts with their arms.

Libby and Becky really didn't need to hear any lip after enduring a good twenty or so minutes of embarrassment. So as they all got ready to step into an already half-full elevator, Becky said she and Libby would meet Bel and Ash upstairs after getting some ice at the front desk. Then, in a flash, as my sister and Ash walked into the elevator, Lib grabbed Bel's towel, Becky grabbed Ashley's and the elevator doors closed to a chorus of giggles and two embarrassing screams.