Toms Sexual Awakening
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When Angela finished describing Tom’s psychological history from Toronto to Dr Taylor, she mentioned that Tom also had a psychological evaluation done in Munich, and there were copies of all of the doctors’ reports in Tom’s records that she had brought to the school office. She finished her discussion with the head teacher.
“So you see, Dr Taylor, we’ve known about Tom’s phobia for more than four years. And it’s apparently not getting any better; it may even be worse,” Angela summarized.
“Hmmm ... I see,” Taylor mused. “I’ll need to discuss his situation with the counselor and our Program coordinator and get their recommendation for how we should approach his situation.”
“If you can do that, sir, I’d be very grateful; thanks.” She disconnected.
On Wednesday, Tom returned to school again. In the classes which had Program kids in the room, he sat in the back and kept his eyes covered, first using the brim of a cap, but after one teacher told him to take the cap off, that hats weren’t permitted, he just slumped down and read—or tried to read—the textbook. He remained completely unresponsive to the teachers when they tried to call on him. The others in the classroom noticed Tom’s behavior but attributed it to his simply being an uncooperative kid; there were a number of them in school, after all. Lynette, who sat near him, twice came to his defense, quietly explaining to the teacher that Tom was taking strong medications. At first when Tom was being unresponsive, two of his teachers sent him to the office but Tom was quickly sent back with a note telling the teacher to let the boy stay; that the head teacher was aware of Tom’s condition.
Tom had planned for his gym class by wearing his gym kit under his normal clothes so he didn’t even go into the locker room; he changed in a toilet booth in the boys’ room and stowed his regular school clothes in his locker, earning himself some puzzled stares from a few kids who noticed.
During class changes, Lynette became Tom’s guide. She led him to each class and he simply followed her, averting his eyes so as not to see any of the hall activities involving the kids in the Program.
By Friday, the medications were beginning to have more of an effect. No longer did Tom feel extreme anxiety when he caught a glimpse of some nudity or heard the sounds of a relief session in front of the classroom. But instead of experiencing anxiety, he began feeling a sense of great dread, a threatening presence always seemed to be looming nearby, a threat which seemed to him to be watching him hungrily. Now when he got unavoidable glimpses of naked kids, his response was no longer one of averting his gaze; he felt a compulsion to flee in order to escape the constant physical threat that hovered just outside his perception. Tom didn’t know it, of course, but he was developing paranoia. He wasn’t aware that these hallucinations could be one of the side effects of his medications.
On Friday morning, Dr Taylor had arranged a meeting with the school counselor, the Program coordinator, and the Local Education Authority representative, to discuss Tom’s situation. The Education Authority office in each local district was part of the government agency responsible for administration of the state-funded schools in the United Kingdom, and as such, was ultimately responsible for running the Program in the schools. Taylor summarized Tom’s situation for the group and discussed what he recalled of Tom’s history as Angela had related to him earlier in the week.
“That’s what I’ve learned from speaking with the boy’s mum. I have some information from our nurse, who’s treated him on several occasions, and it appears the boy does indeed get panic attacks. He’s on medications now but his teachers tell me that he’s been mostly unresponsive and inattentive in classes. He won’t even lift his head to look at the teacher in any class where someone in the Program is present.”
Miss Richardson, the counselor, added, “His mum’s brought in a letter—I gave copies to the P.E. teachers—that says he’s not to use the locker-room showers. I understand from the P.E. teachers that they’ve noticed that Tom wears his P.E. kit under his school clothes. They say he doesn’t even use the locker room to change clothes; does it in the loo. Like a super-hero.” She giggled. “He changes in a red box, well, I guess a loo stall is almost like a box in the loo but they’re not red and there’s no phone.”
The others chuckled.
Taylor went on, “So I told the mum that we’d try to work out something so that Tom can more fully participate in school and that’s why we’re meeting. We do need to get Tom’s situation sorted, don’t we. I’d like to get some suggestions.”
Stuart Gray, the LEA official, spoke. “When the National Program Committee was developing the Program three years ago, I recall hearing a talk from their psychologist. She explained that the modesty and fear of exposure, anxieties, and all that rot which plagues our youth, is what the Program is designed to overcome, innit? I also recall something about treating phobias from my psych class back in my uni days—goodness, it’s almost twenty years ago, oh my—about, ahh, a kind of therapy that’s used.”
Richardson chipped in, “Exposure therapy.”
“Just so,” Gray agreed. “Something like when you expose a person afraid of heights to a high place and keep them there, they gradually get used to it because they see nothing bad happens. The Program shrink went on about methods of getting reluctant kids to overcome their fears and said that ideally, shy kids could be slowly acclimated to the idea of being naked. And she said good control over the situation was essential, controlling the pupils’ environment in the school, and also the Program, to protect them. We do that in schools now, don’t we; we prepare the pupils for facing the Program in their school by using introductory assemblies and having volunteers to start off—it gets pupils ready to face the time when it’s their turn. We do the week’s first disrobing in private—just the Program pupils—and we control the school environment by having very firm rules in place for the Program. So I believe that with the kind of issues that this pupil apparently has, perhaps you could somehow get him acclimated to nudity, by doing it very gradually? Much more gradually than usually done. Get him used to seeing nudity; then it’ll be normal for him, wouldn’t it. You’d have to find a way to start his Program participation in a controlled way, I’m sure, or else he’ll continue in his current behavior.”
“Sorry?” Miss Richardson asked. “Put him in the Program? That would be a dreadful shock to the boy, it would.”
Taylor looked at Gray. “Is what you’re recommending, Stuart, that we should put Tom in the Program? Really? How can that help him?”
Gray shot a hard glance at Richardson and then addressed the head teacher. “Many children put into the Program experience some degree of shock, don’t they. Some are quite frantic. It hasn’t killed anyone—well, I take that back. That incident was unfortunate. The child was not properly supervised, was she. Despite that, the Education Ministry strongly believes that this rampant teen modesty that we’ve seen recently has to be overcome to ensure psychological balance in their future adulthood. That’s the intent of the Program as I gathered from that Program shrink,” he declared, then shrugged. “Anyway, I’m sure you know that the Program is supposed to make kids get used to overcoming any modesty issues, innit?”
Taylor turned to the Program coordinator. “You have anything to add, Janice? What do you think?”
Janice Dodson nodded. “Well, Stuart’s theory seems good and I recall some things from my educational psych class. And unlike Stuart’s class, mine was only three or four years ago. As well, the material we covered in my orientation as Program coordinator had a little psych stuff in it. Back in grad school, we saw good results from studies of controlled exposure treatments, as I recall. They used those fear of flying classes you see in adverts as an example, and in only a few sessions, the people who did the sessions were mostly cured. Well, cured enough to be able to take an airplane flight, anyway. Those sessions were supposed to take only three or four one-hour time blocks. If we put the boy in the Program, then after his spending one or two six-hour days naked, I’m quite convinced that he’d get over his difficulty with his public nudity aversion and everything else the kids need to do, wouldn’t he.”
Gray interrupted, “But remember, the Program shrink said the exposure has to be ‘controlled.’”
Dodson shrugged. “Not sure how we could control what happens with one single pupil when the Program is running, unless someone is with him constantly...” she mused.
“Okay, I know. So we could control the events at the outset,” Richardson offered. “For many of the children, it’s a real shock for them to have to strip off for the first time in a group of pupils like they have to do. For this boy, it would have been really horrid for him if he had to strip publically like we had the kids do in the Monday’s assembly, on stage in front of the entire school. That would really frighten him—wait, that’s right, he panicked just watching, didn’t he? Even if he had to strip off with a small group of other children watching, like we’ll have the children doing starting on Monday, it would be a fright for him. So maybe we can do it in a controlled situation; we’d let the boy strip and get used to being naked alone. Have him undress privately and then have him wait for an hour or so with no other children around, just an adult to supervise. That will allow him to get used to being naked before he goes out. And yes, we shan’t send him off into the hall straightaway when classes are changing; instead, let’s bring him directly to his first classroom after the halls are empty. That will continue to keep him in a controlled situation, in a class with just a couple dozen pupils, all under close teacher supervision. Only after that adjustment period of several hours, will he need to go into the halls. Is that controlled enough?”
Dodson nodded. “Yes, quite. That’s brilliant. As well, I’m sure that the boy’ll be really reluctant, resistant probably, when he’s told he has to get naked, so we should have a couple of teachers nearby to ensure that he strips, won’t we?”
The group continued to discuss their plan for Tom’s time in the Program for another few minutes and soon the details were finalized.
It was Sunday afternoon in the Armstrong home and Tom was still hard at work trying to catch up with all of the class work he had missed the previous week. Lynette was helping him, sharing her class notes, and trying to assist Tom when he got stuck. After a while, Tom begged for a rest.
“Lynnie, I’m reaching the end of my concentration,” he sighed. “My head’s buzzing and I can’t see straight anymore.”
Duncan overheard Tom and came into the room. “Hey sport, d’you still feel like a zombie now?”
“Aahhh, no, Dad. Still very tired; don’t sleep well. But I feel all tense ... um, wound up, you know?—and like I get really annoyed when I can’t figure out something. Like a burning anger, I guess. And I can’t concentrate when I feel like that.”
“Hmmm ... that sounds like it could be one of the pills’ bad side effects. I’ll look into that tomorrow. Maybe your dose is too high. When you think of being in classes with naked people, how do you feel about that now?”
Tom sat and thought for a dozen seconds. “Ugh. What it is—dread, I think. Yeah. Danger. Darkness. Blackness just out of my sight. Oh god, I don’t know!” he moaned. “I don’t ever look at those kids. But I just had a memory of a stupid relief session I couldn’t help hearing. I didn’t watch it—couldn’t. But in my mind—ugh, the images of those kids being naked in front of everyone, with everyone watching. And then it seemed like there were these black eyes watching me, hungry, waiting for ... I don’t know what ... for me to fall into that blackness around its eyes. But I don’t feel faint, it’s more like an angry feeling. Enough anger to want to fight back somehow. But there’s nothing to fight. But I’m so angry at how ... how this is so unfair!”
Duncan was shocked. “My god,” he thought, “he sounds bad. Hallucinations? Gotta check on what those meds could be doing to him.”
Angela came in. “Tom, maybe you need a break; go take a nap. We’ll check with the docs on your dosages tomorrow, okay?”
Tom yawned. “You’re right, Mom, I’m really tired. Still don’t sleep too well.” He went off to his bedroom.
Duncan sat down and took Lynette’s hand. “Thanks for watching out for Tom, sweetie. You’ve been his savior several times, you know. If Tom doesn’t mention it, it’s because he’s been so out of it.”
“Oh no, Dad. He thanks me all the time—it’s almost embarrassing. But I like to hear that he thinks I’m helping him.”
“You really are,” Angela agreed. “Say, Tom mentioned a ‘relief session’? Is that what I think it is?”
Lynette made a face. “Yeah. Sex stuff. A boy in the class had an erection—what a big one he had, I never knew they could be that big. Anyway, he asked a girl to help him and she put it in her mouth and sucked on him, making all kinds of really nasty slurping and glugging and gulping sounds, while the guy was yelling ‘I’m cumming!’ He sprayed his stuff all over her face then and the class was shouting and applauding.”
“Good grief,” Angela said. “And Tom?”
“He was curled up in his seat trying to cover his ears, but he looked bright red. He was really, really angry!”
“Yeah, this isn’t good,” Duncan said. “I really need to talk to the doc.”
“How much of that ‘relief’ nonsense goes on in your classes?” Angela persisted.
“Well, almost every class. Girls get fingered to orgasms and a number of times a boy licked the girl down there until she screamed. Oh, one time a girl got another girl to do it to her. And Friday in lunch—there was a crowd around a lunch table so I couldn’t see—I was trying to get Tom away—but two kids were on a table ... um ... having ... intercourse. I could hear their bodies slapping.”
“Oh my god—they allow that too?” Duncan exclaimed.
Lynette shrugged. “No one there to stop them. The thing called ‘reasonable requests’ is worse though. You have to allow kids to touch you so they stick their hands and fingers everywhere, even up girls’ fannies and arseholes.”
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Their third city was Berlin, where the group visited attractions ranging from the East Side Gallery to the Berlin Philharmonic. They were to stay four days and the accommodations had four quad rooms with two each connecting; this housed eight boys and eight girls. Two double rooms housed the remaining boy pair and girl pair, and Tom and Lynette shared a double. The large quad rooms of the rooming arrangement allowed the whole troop to congregate in one of them in the evenings where they hung...
The scene at Norwich Academy the following Monday morning was quite different from any other morning. The arriving students were all subdued, walking into the building and keeping mostly to themselves. Occasionally a few kids gathered to exchange some hasty comments but broke up just as quickly. Amelia, still moving fairly carefully, went to the office and handed in a note from the hospital that stated that she was not to engage in any strenuous activity or one where her surgical area could...
A week passed quietly; Amelia scheduled her doctor’s appointment for the coming Friday afternoon. One evening midweek, as the three were discussing how their days went, Amelia mentioned that the school had a new head teacher, Mr Hanford. “Miss Pittsdon left the school to move away ‘cuz her husband was transferred to Scotland,” Amelia said. “The new head isn’t very friendly.” “In what way?” Kevin asked. “He’s making new rules and won’t discuss them with students to give reasons. He made...
As the group gathered in the reception hall, a number of people appeared, entering the room from its main entrance. Kevin and Denise looked at them curiously, but Amelia grabbed Kevin’s arm. “It’s the prime minister!” she whispered to him in shock. “The education secretary too!” Wixom entered the room following Grayson, ushering in several other distinguished-looking individuals. Grayson, with Wixom at her elbow, walked up to Amelia and took her hands. “Wonderful to see you again, Amelia,...
“I knew we would have to deal with our kids when we found out about the Program, but I didn’t think we would have to help other family’s kids,” said Kevin. “True,” replied Kari, “but we had the opportunity and it really didn’t cost us anything.” Kevin laughed. “I was just kidding. I didn’t mind helping out. It isn’t the first time we have helped a kid from another family.” “True,” replied Kari, “but I never thought we would be helping out a kid in a situation like this.” Kari was...
Wednesday I woke to the alarm. At least, I was in my own bed this morning. I showered, dressed, and went downstairs for breakfast. I had about thirty minutes before I had to leave so I planned on having toast, cereal, and a banana. I was seated at the table and about to take a bite of toast when I got slapped on the back of my head. "What did I tell you last night," my aunt demanded. I was drawing a blank. There had been a lot of things that were said last night. "What are you doing...
My interest in sex really started when I was about teens. One Saturday morning in the 1950s I was at home whilst my parents had gone out to visit my gran. The only other person in the house was my brother, Joe, who was just over a year older than me. I was doing my homework downstairs when I hit a snag. I needed a ruler and I’d left mine at school. I knew my brother probably had one and popped up to his bedroom to borrow one. He mustn’t have heard me coming up the stairs and opening his...
I poured water into a bowl and had to bend over at the waist to place the bowls on the ground. Mom told us that proper sluts face away from their betters at the table with their legs apart. I knew the old man was looking at my ass and even though he had already seen me naked I was freshly humiliated by his stares, coughs and sputtering comments about “seeing what I had for breakfast” from this angle. He and my mother joked as if I couldn’t hear their crude comments about my body. “She is...
December arrived, cold and wet. On the first Monday, sleet had begun falling in the early afternoon, as Kevin and Denise returned home to prepare for their evening meeting with the governors and National Program Committee officials. When the teens arrived home later, Jeremy told Kevin that he had arranged for the embassy driver to bring them to the school later. Kevin was packing his laptop as the teens came in. “Hi, Kevin, Denise,” the two echoed, then chuckled. Jeremy looked at Amelia....
Boys and girls, I want to thank you in advance for your positive attitudes about participating in the Naked in School program. I know many of you are nervous about taking off all your clothes and walking around school this week with nothing on. I’d like at this time to go over the rules of the program and hope that this will answer many of your questions, and maybe calm some of your apprehensions. At the end of this brief orientation, I’ll be happy to answer any questions and address any...
Monday, At School — The Principal He stared out the office window at the landscape of Bluff Oaks, Iowa, a lush but slightly arid town in Taylor County at the bottom of the state. It was a lovely day, the summer heat had subsided a bit, but the cool of the fall had not yet arrived. It was the third week of school, the first week of The Program. It was either going to be the best or the worst day of his life. It all depended on the eight children coming to his office, two from each class,...
I didn't know it when I got out of bed, but it was the beginning of the worst day of my life. I woke up, sore and still tired like I hadn't slept at all — which I don't anymore, not since ... Well, not in a few months at least. Definitely not since I had to come here. I woke up, sore but typical and rolled out of bed and waddled my fat ass to the bathroom to do the stuff I do there. I dressed in my uniform, now required by all the local schools and walked to the bus stop. The private bus...
When I began writing “Kevin and Denise,” I was responding to the idea that a world could exist where kids could be forced to be naked while attending school. These stories—almost 200 of them have been written—are set in such a universe, one which could exist only if the government adopts laws which ignore moral norms and interfere with people’s rights and their personal lives. Of course, that sounds just like our current government, right? The only difference between our government and the one...
Tuesday I woke to the sound of singing. That was odd. Usually, my aunt was yelling at me about one thing or another. Opening my eyes was kind of difficult. My eyes were crusted over with dried tears. Finally working them open, I saw Lisa pulling up a pair of underwear. The towel around her head told me she'd just gotten out of the shower. Seeing me looking at her, she smiled. "Good morning, sleepy head. If you want a shower before we go to school, you'd better hurry up." Jumping...
“Remember our school’s out adventure?” asked Kari. “That was a great trick that we pulled on the kids, wasn’t it?” “And it was a great trick that I pulled on you.” “And have I thanked you enough for doing that?” asked Kevin. “Yes, you have,” replied Kari as she passionately kissed her husband. The end of the school year was coming up for the Krill children and Kari and Kevin decided that the family should take a vacation. They discussed several possible places to go, before they finally...
The following day, the kids chosen as the student mentors began arriving right after Kevin and Denise got to the school. Jeremy and Amelia had recruited a number of candidates and Denise had chosen those who she felt were the best for the role—eight sixth-formers to make four mentor teams. After everyone had assembled in the classroom and introductions were done, Denise reviewed the jobs which the mentors would be doing. “Guys,” she said, “your jobs are very fluid, but fall into two areas....
Mary pulled up to the entrance to mall; not believing that she was actually going to be nude in the mall. After being in the mall the day before, being nude in the mall was all she could think about. Last night, she laid in bed, nude and had brought herself to a very satisfying orgasm as she thought about her nude adventure that was coming up. While she was in church with the Rogers, being nude in the mall was all that Mary could think about. If anyone had asked what pastor had talked about,...
My bare ass bounced up, and down on the back seat as we rode down the bumpy gravel road to leave Julie’s trailer park. “So basically our punishment is like Jenny’s training?” Julie asked a little too enthusiastically. I was shocked she was considering this without putting up a fight or an argument. She is lazy, selfish, greedy, and generally just like me only not quite as good at it. I would have slammed the door and walked back into that dump the moment I heard I had to take my skirt off...
That Saturday Kevin met Jeremy at the dojang for their weekly training. “Say, Jeremy,” Kevin said as he pulled on his dobak, your mom mentioned that you’ve gotten involved with writing about social problems.” “Oh yeah, I am,” he replied. “I think that governments and even religions have too much control over how people can treat each other, like when we were talking about honor killing—that’s a religious idea gone haywire, and the Naked in School Program, which is a crazy government...
Thursday I arrived early the following morning, and met up with Ren, so I could pay him for his services. I could tell he was still apprehensive about Principal Morris, so I suggested he speak with her himself after our meeting this morning. Once I was assured that he would be there to protect Tiffany, I headed off to Mrs. Morris's office having no idea what kind of reception I would receive when I arrived there. "May I come in," I asked after knocking? "Certainly Mr. Crothers, should...
“Oh my god, Tom,” Angela exclaimed as she opened the door. “Mom ... they ... tried...” he began, panting. She saw the distress and terror in his face. “I know ... the school just called. I heard what happened,” she told him. “Come in ... tell me ... are you hurt?” “No, don’t ... think so ... but I ... was gonna ... die, Mom! They were gonna kill me...” he began crying. “Tom, you’re okay now, no one’s going to hurt you. Listen, I called Dad when I heard what happened. We don’t have much...