Pt 2

The curator of the museum had been round all the local Junior schools to talk to the pupils about the history of the museum and its importance to the community, with special emphasis on the unique exhibit that people came from all over the country to see, bringing money and business into their otherwise quiet little town. Although they had stopped short of directly asking for volunteers to take the place of the Victorian girl, it was explained that they would be looking to replace her in due course and what an honour it would be for the girl who was chosen.

The actual campaign to find a new subject was, rather surprisingly, launched on a National TV show – a magazine program aimed at children around the necessary age. One of the presenters, along with a camera crew, had come to the museum to interview the curator about the search and ask some of the local children what they thought about it. Dinah’s class was lucky enough to be selected to go on a visit to the museum that day and take part in the filming. Dinah even got to give her thoughts to the presenter, saying that she thought it was a good idea to replace the figure as the exhibit was so famous and she thought it was important that it should be a local girl as it was a local museum. When asked if she would like to be considered, she had admitted that she wasn’t sure but didn’t hate the idea.

The interview stuck in Dinah’s head all afternoon and that evening, over dinner, she brought the subject up with her parents and asked what they would think if she were to say she was interested in volunteering. They had looked at each other for confirmation, having discussed this very issue privately earlier in the day when they, along with millions of others, had watched their daughter live on TV. After a short pause, her mum had explained that although they would be very sad to lose her, they would also be immensely proud if she was picked.

“You wouldn’t really be losing me!” Dinah had reminded them with a broad grin, “You could come and see me whenever you liked! And you’d never have to worry about where I was or if I was getting into trouble!” Both parents had laughed, relieved at the humour to break the rather tense moment, and hugged her. Less than half an hour later, the excited young girl was on the museum’s website filling in the application form.

“Mum? Dad?” She had called down the stairs, “Can you come up a minute?” Worried that something had happened to upset their little girl, both parents had run upstairs to see what was wrong. They found Dinah sat at the computer, frowning and pointing at a section of the application form.

“What is it, sweetheart?” her mum had asked, leaning in to read the text on the screen over her shoulder.

“They need naked photos of me.” Dinah explained, frowning a little, “And I don’t have any. You always told me I shouldn’t take pictures like that.” She reminded her parents who had always been very open with her about internet safety and stranger danger. “Not that I’d really want to anyway.” She added quickly, to reassure them. In truth, a big part of the appeal of volunteering was the idea that people would be looking at her bare body with no way for her to hide her modesty. Although she would never admit it to her parents, the idea gave her quite a thrill and caused a rather pleasant tingling between her legs.

“Of course, dear.” Her mum had put a hand on her shoulder comfortingly. “And you’re right not to send pictures like that out to just anyone who asks but, for something like this, it’s okay. A bit like undressing for the doctor.”

“We can take some in front of your wardrobe.” Her dad had suggested. “That’s a nice neutral background. Why don’t you get ready and I’ll go get my camera?”

“Good idea!” Her mum had agreed. “And if you get chosen then these pictures will make a nice memory of the day you applied!” With a smile, Dinah’s dad went to their bedroom to retrieve his camera from the junk drawer where it had resided since their last holiday.

“Do you think I’ve got a chance?” Dinah had asked nervously, her eyes even wider than usual. “Do you think they might pick me?”

“Well,” her mum had replied carefully, “it very much depends what they’re looking for. But there’s certainly no reason why you shouldn’t!” Dinah stood by the side of her bed and started to get undressed while her mum took the opportunity to read the details of the almost-filled in application. “Ooh it says here,” she spoke to her daughter without turning around, “that three finalists will be chosen from the girls that apply and the public will be invited to vote on who they want for the exhibit.”

“Ooh so I just have to hope they think I’m the prettiest!” Dinah had giggled.

“Hey honey, looking good!” her dad had laughed, coming into the room brandishing his camera. Finding the camera itself but locating and SD card had proved a little more challenging. Her mum had swung the chair around to see her beautiful young daughter standing completely nude, her hands on her hips and swinging her hips from side to side teasingly showing off her naked body to her dad who seemed to be quite enjoying what he saw.

Dinah had stood in front of the plain white wardrobe door, standing straight, looking forward, her feet shoulder-width apart and her arms by her side as the instructions on the application form stipulated. Once her dad was satisfied he had got a suitable shot, she turned around to show her back and cute round bottom. After that, they had taken a few fun photos, with Dinah striking sassy poses or blowing kisses at the camera.

“Do you want to get dressed now?” her mum had suggested, sat on the corner of the bed while her dad uploaded the photos to Dinah’s computer, ready to be attached to the application. “Or you could just put your pyjamas on if that’s more comfy?”

“Nah!” Dinah had grinned, plonking her bare bottom down on her rather surprised dad’s lap, “I think I’ll stay like this!” With her dad’s help and her mum’s advice delivered over his shoulder, Dinah had selected the two photos which both met the requirements and, in her opinion, showed off her young body the most flatteringly.

“Now are you sure about this?” Her dad had asked once the form was complete and ready to go.

“Perfectly!” Dinah had grinned, tapping his hand out the way of the mouse so that she could click “Send” herself. More aroused than either cared to admit by the evening’s activities and the idea that their young daughter could soon be put permanently on display, exposed to the curious and lecherous eyes of the public for decades or even centuries to come, Dinah’s parents had left her room very quickly once the form was submitted and rushed straight to theirs where they made love more passionately and with more vigour than they had in years. Dinah herself had laid on her bed, imagining herself naked and displayed behind the thick glass for all to see, pleasuring herself with her fingers as she did so, for at least two hours before finally falling asleep.