Fat Camp (part 2)

Olivia's first march lasted just under an hour. It was quiet affair, three stout figures dressed in black from head to toe, meekly following a somewhat more slender girl dressed in a similar fashion. However, due to to the flowing robes, it was hard to make out the exact shape of each girl. The leader had just uttered a simple command before starting to march:
"Keep up or we'll all be punished."
Outside it's ancient stone walls, the camp was surrounded by lush green fields. As the fields turned up into cliffs, goats could be seen navigating the treacherous terrain. Further down the hills, several small towns could be seen, surrounding the clear blue waters of the Satpara Lake. On the surrounding fields, shepherds were tending to their herds.
Olivia ignored the view, and just tried to concentrate on the march. It was early morning, the sun barely up the horizon, and the mountain air felt chilly. But just trying to keep up was making Olivia and the other girls boil under all the layers they were wearing. It was clear that the leader of the pack had done the route, and was quicker and sure footed. The rest of the girls were out of shape and struggling to keep up. They didn't even have the breath to talk to each other.
After what seemed like an eternity they arrived back to the walls of the camp. Olivia's face was red, perspiration running down her brow. She was exhausted, as did the other girls, even the leader. Azra and some of the other assistants were near the camp's entrance, waiting. She quickly took Olivia back to her room.
There on her bed, was a change of the woolen underwear she was wearing. Azra removed Olivia's abaya and hanged it on a hook on the wall. Taking a key from a pocket hidden away in the folds of her own abaya, Azra unlocked the padlock keeping Olivia's "fat suit" in place. Sliding down the zipper, Olivia stepped out of her boots and heavy blue down suit.
"Take off your underwear."
Olivia removed her sweat soaked underwear. Olivia sighed in relief as she felt the refreshing cool air. But the respite lasted little, Azra brought a second set of underwear, including the wool socks and long gloves, and ordered Olivia to put it on. Azra produced a new pair of boots , just as heavy and hot as the pair she had been wearing, but at least  dry on the inside and not soaked in sweat. While Olivia was donning the fresh underwear, Azra was wiping the inside of the fat suit with a wet wipe. In less that 10 minutes, including a very short bathroom break, Olivia was fully locked again in the blue fat suit again. With the clock of the padlock, her sigh of relief soon changed to a dim sob, as she felt the heavy, hot, and cumbersome layers of her clothing begin to smother her again. Azra finished by fastening Olivia's abaya.
"You have done good. Keep out of trouble and it will be easier." Azra tried to comfort Olivia. "Breakfast is next, come with me."
Olivia was brought to the dining hall. In the hall there were two long tables, with each seating space separated from the adjacent spaces by tall walls. Olivia was brought to one of these booths and ordered to seat down. In front of her, her simple breakfast was already served. It was composed of tasteless oatmeal and half and apple. A glass of water completed her "meal". On finishing her meal, Ms. Gadai was next to her.
"Olivia, I'm glad to see you're behaving. Things will be a lot easier for you this way. Now, besides your daily exercise routine, you are also expected to help with day to day duties. You have been assigned to help in the kitchen. You will be helping with dishes. For obvious reasons the food prep area is separate and kept locked. Now come."
Olivia was guided to the dish washing area, where plenty of dirty pots and dishes were already stacked. Olivia was ordered to put on a yellow rubber apron and thick matching rubber gloves to protect her abaya, and to start washing the dishes. It took a long time for Olivia to work through all of the dishes. Midway through her chore the room began to warm up as next door they began to cook lunch. Olivia's hands, clad in three layers of gloves, were hard to control, making the washing the dishes much more complicated. After almost two hours, she had finished. She was sweating profusely and was happy to remove the apron and gloves. She could feel her sweat pooling inside her hot winter boots.
Azra came looking for her.
"Good job, you'll have some free time until lunch."
"Can I go to my room and take these things off?"
"I'm afraid that is forbidden. Free time is taken in the common area, you can read or rest. But talking is not allowed."
"Uff, I feel like ripping this thing off."
"Please Miss, that is strictly forbidden and Ms. Gadai will punish you."
"This place is too hot!"
"You're actually lucky. Most girls like this assignment. They say it's much more comfortable than working in the laundry room."
With a shrug, Olivia finished the conversation, and Azra started leading Olivia.
The common area was a large room with some chairs and comfortable looking sofas. Three girls were slumped in the sofas, looking half asleep. A fourth girl sat in a chair, reading a book. All of the girls looked similarly dressed to Olivia, including the voluminous outline of the down suit under the plain black river. Olivia sat in one of sofas and in no time was fast asleep from the exhaustion of the new routine. She was woken from her slumber by Azra, and taken to the mess hall for a very bland lunch. Olivia did not show much surprise when Azra hauled her to the kitchen to do the dishes for the lunch rush. However, she was quite surprised when Azra informed her that after doing her chore, she was going on her afternoon march. Olivia hadn't even finished removing her rubber apron and gloves when Azra was pulling her along to start her march.
The afternoon march went on along the same route. However, it felt much harder for Olivia. She was already very tired from her day, and had just spent close to two hours on her feet washing dishes. Her underclothing was soaked in sweat even before she began marching. The sun was still up and it was warmer outside. Or at least that's how Olivia felt, locked inside the oppressive abaya, thick down suit, and the woolen undergarments.
Olivia was driven to exhaustion, nearly collapsing from the torturous march. After the march, Olivia was glad to be allowed to change her underwear once again. The day finished with an unremarkable dinner, very similar to lunch. After dinner Olivia was also expected to do the dishes. Even though it was her third time today, it didn't get any easier for her. She was still hot, tired, and had problems using her hands with all three layers of gloves.
By the time she was allowed to go to bed, Olivia was crying feeling helpless and trapped. She was just happy to be out of that horrendous contraption, which she wouldn't even wear on the coldest day of winter. The second day followed the exact same routine. By the bed time on Olivia's second day at the camp, she was crying feeling helpless and trapped, but thinking about what to do.

Fat Camp (part 1)

"We're sending you to a weight loss program over the summer. You're leaving tomorrow afternoon." Olivia and her parents had been having dinner as usual, when Olivia's calmly interrupted the silence.
"I'm not going to some useless fat camp again. I've been there and it makes no difference. I'm fine just like I am." Olivia had always been overweight, mostly due to overeating as a form of rebellion.
"You're going, no questions about it."
"I'm 18, I'm an adult you can't make me."
"We can't really make you. But you either go to the camp, or you can move out tomorrow." Olivia's mother, Elizabeth interjected.
"Is this because I didn't get accepted into any university?"
"That, and your criminal record of petty and not so petty crimes, which for sake of brevity I will not list. And your total disregard for any rules in this house, and your total disregard for your own well being."
"The drug charges were not my fault, they were Leslie's! I don't do drugs!"
"Yes we know you don't do drugs, we have tested you plenty of times, but you still hang around with the wrong crowd. The bottom line is you're going."
"It's not like it's going to make a difference. It'll be like all of the other ones."
"Ohhh this one will be different, you can be sure of that." Margaret finished, as she stood up and removed Olivia's plate.

The next day, Olivia got in the car, expecting the usual drive to the fat camp in a boring idyllic village in the middle of nowhere. Olivia was most surprised when they instead arrived at Heathrow airport.
"What are we doing here? Where are we going?"
"We're not going anywhere. You on the other hand, are going to a very special place. Now let's hurry, your plane leaves soon."
Olivia was handed her passport and a boarding pass for Islamabad, Pakistan.
"Pakistan? You're sending me to Pakistan?"
"Yes, Olivia. This very special program is only available there. Plus, it won't be easy for you to escape from this one." At this point Margaret was physically dragging Olivia to the security line.
"You can't make go there!"
"You're right, we can't. But you already know, if you don't go, you'll have to move out right now."
Olivia, scared but without options, moved along. At the entrance of the security line, an airline employee was waiting to "accompany" Olivia to the plane. The flight was long and tiring, just over 8 hours. Reaching Islamabad Olivia was feeling disoriented, but there was another surprise.
Right outside the gate, there was another airline employee waiting to walk her through immigration and customs. Olivia was feeling pampered since the airline employee was guiding her through the priority lines. Olivia was still worried about what was going on, but she still felt that she would be able to handle this "camp" like all of the previous ones. She would find a way to sneak around and find out create some mischief as usual.
She was led to domestic terminal, and ushered into a small prop plane. She barely had a chance to see in the screen where the plane was headed: Skardu, Pakistan.

The plane was a small prop airplane, and it shook, rolled, and vibrated horribly during the short flight. Olivia was sitting at the window, but barely had a chance to look at the imposing mountains just outside. Olivia took a deep long breath when the plane touched down. She was glad the flight was over, but was starting to worry. Stepping out of the plane the chilly mountain air was a nice welcome. Also there to welcome her was a women covered head to toe in black, holding a sign with her name. Olivia kept staring at most women in the airport, who were dressed in a similar way. The women guided her to pick up her bag and then onto the back of a waiting van. Olivia was tired from the long trip, but at least she managed to enjoy the view. The pleasant green fields broken by tall rugged mountains. They drove, mostly uphill, for a good three hours. On reaching their destination it was dark. A small sign hung outside the gate read "Skardu Discipline Camp for Girls".
Olivia was quickly taken to her room. No one could be seen in the dark of night. She quickly feel asleep after a quick and simple meal, after a really long day.

Olivia was summarily woken up by one of the maids. Ms Gadai stood next to her, watching intensely. Both of them were dressed in all black flowing robes. The maid had her face exposed, but Ms. Gadai had only a tiny slit through which her eyes were visible.
"Welcome, Olivia. I'm Ms. Gadai, proprietor of this establishment, and I'll be overseeing your first day here at the camp. Azra will help you finish get dressed."
Olivia looked at herself, she was wearing a large blue down filled garment. It was a one piece suit, and included a hood, leaving only her face, hands and feet were free.
"What is this thing that I'm wearing? How do I take it off? It's ridiculous, I'm not wearing this in the middle of summer." She tried to fumble with the zippers.
"Yes you are. This is your fat suit, and it's crucial for your weight loss regime. All of the girls here wear them."
"But it's summer! I'll be sweating like like crazy. I'm already sweating in this thing!"
"You will sweat, that is part of your weight loss regime here at the camp. Your undergarments are designed with that in mind. You are wearing wool undergarments that will wick your sweat away. The will be changed regularly throughout the day. Yes, the suit is very uncomfortable. We know that, so don't try to elicit any kind of sympathy. It's your own fault you ended were you are. But here we'll take care of your lack of discipline. Cooperate, follow the regime, and you'll be out of your fat suit in due time. Now I'll recommend you behave or you'll find yourself in bigger predicaments."
With her hands covered in woolen gloves, Olivia finally found the zipper to her suit, but she also found the lock keeping it closed. The lock engaged the slider of the heavy duty zipper of the suit and both ends of a chain. The hood had a chain instead of a drawstring to keep it in place. The locked hood was held tight around her head, leaving only her face visible. Olivia struggled, but neither the zipper not the chain were budging.
"Stop that. Believe me, you won't get far. The outside of the fat suit is made of a very strong Nylon Cordura. You're not the first camper to try to tamper with your suit " Ms. Gadai scolded Olivia. "Your best chance is to cooperate."
Azra took a pair of black, heavily quilted snow boots and put them on Olivia's feet.
A long black garment was taken out of a bag.
"We're still not done, your abaya is next."
The long robe was put over Olivia's body, completely hiding the down suit, except for the hood. The abaya was made of light cotton, cut in a very loose fitting pattern. A black tight fitting coif was wrapped around Olivia's head, covering the hood of the down suit. A long headscarf was then wrapped around the coif, leaving only the face visible. Black gloves reaching to the elbows in the same thin cotton completed the outfit, making Olivia look exactly like Azra.
Before Olivia had any chance to react, she was led out of her room by Azra. It was the first time Olivia had of admiring the tall mountains, half covered with green trees and topped by rocky cliffs. It was a sight she had never seen in England.
Ms. Gadai followed then closely. "Well well, you're now ready for your first day of camp. You'll begin with your morning march."

... part 2