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“22, since you’re so interested in going first for task 2, step forward,” Instructor Lavel said, taking the lead for the first time. 

As 22 took short, careful steps towards the front of the class, keeping her thighs pressed as close together as possible, Instructor Lavel began, “Task 1, as you’ll all recall, was designed to begin to remove your old identity as you start this journey with your new, numbered identity.”

”That focus on removal of your old identity,” Instructor Lavel continued, “Will  once again be the primary objective of this task.”

From behind the class, a new individual wearing fatigues appeared around the corner of the building, pushing what could best be described as a barber chair on wheels. 

22’s stomach sank along with most of the other recruits. 

“Have a seat, 22, Instructor Lavel said. 

22 hesitated, running the ends of her long hair through her fingers. 

“You can go last if you need a minute, 22,” Instructor Lavel offered. 

“Not a chance, Instructor,” 22 replied, sitting in the chair, legs tightly crossed. 

The silent individual in fatigues took the battery powered clippers and made a single, quick pass down the middle of 22’s scalp, hair cascading down around her shoulders. 

She was ready to cry as another pass was made, but was also internally glad it was going quickly - the hope of relief seemingly on the horizon. 

4 more passes with the clippers, and 22 had little more than peach fuzz. She stood up and hurriedly asked, “Instructor, where are the bathrooms located?”

”I’m not sure why you’re asking that right now, 22,” Instructor Lavel answered. “You’re not done yet.”

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“22, you’re up,” Instructor Lavel said as 12 stood up, completing her task, head and pubis shaved clean. 

“Instructor,” 12 interjected before 22 could respond. “Where can I find the bathrooms?” 12 asked. 

“You’re starting to sound like 22,” Instructor Lavel replied, chuckling. 

“If memory serves,” Instructor Lavel continued, “Instructor Graz informed you of a very simple policy here at Camp Smith - Win as a group, Lose as a group, and no task is completed until it is completed by ALL members of the class.”

12 sighed. 24 haircuts and pube shavings stood between her and a toilet. She could wait. She could hold it. The only question was could she do so for long enough?

”22,” Instructor called out once more. “The time is now. Either sit back in that chair and let our fine barber here de-fur your crotch so you can continue waiting for the bathroom, or wet yourself, then come over here and get shaved.”

”Either way, it’s your turn. Just a matter of how full your bladder is in the process.”

”Oh-no…” 24 classmates and all instructors heard squeaked out as a second stream started splattering against the ground. 

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