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Twenty two (22) years ago I came up with the idea for this story and in some ways, it was ahead of its time. Obviously I was a new writer, didn't have half the skills, training or knowledge I have now, and for sure did not have an editor. Still before the over the top part 6 at Catherine's house, this story was on track to be a barn burner. Now twenty one (21) years after STRIP DOWN 3.0 got posted on ES, an accidental revisit prompted me to do something creative and original. Instead of a repost or reboot, instead of a time jump or dream sequence, I'm trying my first ever ‘second generation'. Everything that happened in SD3.0 happened, and as you will see in the all new ending, will carry over to this new, current generation and timeline in a way that I think is clever and cool.

Any descriptions of Ray, Brandy, Catherine or Ashley, even the two movers Brian and John are fluid and become whatever they are described here, and in part 2 moving forward. Any changes, modifications or descriptions that alter from 3.0 will become canon and won't matter as ‘part 2' is essentially an all new chapter in the tale of the STRIP DOWN device and its users. I am also changing the narrative from a group, multi-character tale to a single, first person story that will also make sense once part 2 begins. Trust me, give it a chance, and remember, I write these stories for you, and because there is SO MUCH sex in this world, but not enough tease or romance.

Or ENF. (EMBARRASSED NAKED FEMALE)

Or exposure.

Plus my characters like chaos, they just don't know it.

Any people, places, names, products or events mentioned are done so without permission or endorsement, this is a work of fiction.

What appears here is the original STRIP DOWN 3.0 from 2004 that has been heavily edited, streamlined and refreshed. I left all pop culture references intact because when the story shifts to 2025, it won't be a time jump. The idea here is to jump start a new generation of the STRIP DOWN device in a way that makes sense, so if some or all of SD3.0 is tough to swallow, please struggle through, I'm a much better writer now, and Dennis is an excellent editor, but this was a great premise that will be worth a second look once 4.0 gets going. Last reminder, the tech described in 3.0 was dated as of 2004, so it may not make sense to younger readers.

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To the best of my knowledge, the device depicted in this story and any future stories is fictional and does not exist, although if it did I would definitely buy one. Obviously you will need to suspend reality for parts of this story, but keep in mind years ago none of us had heard of Laptops, Wireless Internet, Online Gaming, Hybrid cars or picture and MP3 cell phones. This story, the situations in it, all of the characters and the device are all a product of my imagination. All people, places, products or events mentioned are done so without permission or endorsement.

Ray sat at his desk and stared at the small black keychain sitting there, oblivious to his surroundings or his coworkers busy around him. Dr. Ray Stevens was afraid to move, afraid that months of extra hours, secret research and cobbling together leftover parts that he was sure would never be missed would be wasted and he would blink and find out it had all been a dream. Still, there it sat, looking innocently like a keychain car remote, different only because of the single green button covered with a small flip-up piece of clear plastic. If this worked, he knew the company would pay any price to have his designs and probably rush to patent the device, but if it failed, many months of painstaking research would vanish in smoke.

With a shrug, Ray picked up the small keychain and flipped up the plastic cover, smiling at the thought of the device in the hands of a teenage boy. Up until that moment, all of Dr. Stevens's research had been clinical and virtual, but now as he walked out of his office and over to stand near one of his coworkers, he knew this was make or break time. Casually pointing the device towards Lisa, one of his coworkers, he pressed the green button once, it lit up and stayed lit for a few

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