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Introduction: Part One of two — Monday

When I got to school on Monday, it was a pretty normal day, I thought.
I was wearing a red plaid dress and a white blouse. It was a pleasant
enough day for mid-September, in the low 70s and partly cloudy. It
was two weeks into my junior year. My name is Karen.

But when I got inside the front door, I had to push my way into a big
crowd. I asked someone what was going on, but didnt have time to
listen to their answer. Karen Wagner, right? a guy said. I nodded,
and he grabbed my arm and swept through the crowd with me. I didnt
know who he was, but he took me to the principals office. The
principal met me at the door. The crowd was kept back a few feet from
the door, but it was very loud.

I didnt know him, Id said Hi to him in the hallway, but I knew who
he was, of course. I was surprised to find he knew who I was.
Whats going on? I asked him. Hmm. Yes. He coughed, seeming a
little nervous, but then smiled at me. Youve been selected, Miss
Wagner.

For what? I was mystified.

Weve had a change in policy for the school, he told me. Were
going to pick a few students each week. Here, this will explain
further. He handed me a pamphlet.

I glanced at it, then blushed, it had a picture of a nude man and
woman on the cover. But the principal had given it to me… right in
school… it seemed pretty weird.

You can review that later, he told me. It explains a new program
we have, where we will select a few students each week to attend
school in the nude. You will not be permitted to wear any clothing
this week during school hours, except shoes and socks if you wish.
Could you please undress now?

I blushed very hard. You want me to… to take off my clothes…
right here?

Its a mandatory program for you, Miss Wagner. I can have a couple
of gentlemen assist you if necessary to ensure your cooperation. He
glanced behind himself. There were a couple of burly men waiting
there. You have 2 minutes as of now.

I didnt have any choice, clearly. I gulped very hard and very
nervously, but as quickly as I could manage, I started taking off my
clothes. The crowd mostly cheered, aside from some of my best
friends. No one stepped forward to help me.

One of the burly guys stepped forward and began picking up my clothes.

Hey, where are you going with those? I demanded wildly.

You wont be needing them, he told me.

Youll get them back at the end of the day, Miss Wagner, the
principal told me. Please come to school appropriately attired for
the rest of this week.

B-but… I was terrified! You said I could have my shoes and
socks!

He nodded, and the burly man dropped them on the floor.

Go ahead and put them on if you wish, the principal told me,
smiling, and I sat on a bench and did so. It didnt help at all, I
had goosebumps all over.

The principal looked at me unsympathetically. Theres a list of the
other special rules for you in the back of the booklet, he told me.
Now, youd better get to class. Have a nice week!

I dashed to the bathroom first, just to get away from the crowd, and
sat in there reading the pamphlet. I read it through several times,
feeling dizzy about it. The program was actually approved by the
school board and the state!

There was a list of rules, as the principal had mentioned. One was
that I would be required to stay in public areas of the school, except
for three bathroom breaks per day, of no more than 5 minutes. Id
have to use the boys locker room for gym class. I wasnt allowed to
cover myself with any type of clothing, books, a backpack, or even my
hands during school, if I did so at any time, my hands could be tied
or handcuffed behind me!

Come out of the bathroom now, Karen, the female assistant principal
told me. I hastily flushed the toilet and came outside. Once again
there were lots of cheers from the crowd of students. Including some
of the girls.

I had to try to move through the crowd to get to class. It was hard,
because it seemed like everyone wanted to stare at me. I finally got
there, but I was 10 minutes late. A few others followed me into
class.

Hmm! I guess I can see the reason for the delay, the teacher said.
It was algebra. I took my seat, getting only a little relief from
staring eyes. There were less people in class, but most of them spent
most of the class looking at me. My chair felt cold on my bare
bottom.

I read the brochure again during class. I had to cooperate with
teachers who wanted to have me assist with instruction. That was
going to come up in biology class, I was sure. I blushed, but read
on. I was to consider myself on display for any student who wanted to
examine me, and cooperate in letting them look me over.

Karen!

I jumped, the teacher was looking at me. Yes, Mr. Dennison?

Come up here, please.

I walked nervously to the front of the class.

I was told we can have you help with classroom exercises. He smiled
at me, not unpleasantly, but as interested in my status as the other
students.

I guess so, I nodded, blushing. I heard a few titters.

We might as well, since everyone is looking at you anyway. Face the
class, please.

I did so. God, it was humiliating!

Does anyone have any suggestions of an algebra problem involving Miss
Wagner? he asked.

Half the class raised their hands, and Mr. Dennison had me write all
of their suggestions on the white board.

Calculate the volume of my breasts, and percentage of my total body
mass
Determine total mass of breasts among students in the school
Number of hands which could feel my breasts, buttocks and inner thighs
at once
Coefficient of friction of my vagina
Equations calculating how long it would take me to have sex with every
boy in my grade, and in the school, based on different assumptions
to be entered as variables
Calculate distance from my lips to my throat, then based on statistics
about penis sizes, determine how many boys in the school I could
deep throat

The suggestions were getting more explicit. Finally Mr. Dennison
stopped taking them, and told each student to work on the problems. I
had to remain in front of the class, and he measured my body himself
to provide the data for their equations.

Finally the class was over with. Again I had to venture into the
hallway, where I was the subject of scrutiny as I struggled to pass
through the crowd.

I found out there were 3 girls from each grade who were required to
spend the week naked. The following week, a new group would be
selected.

A couple of the girls were enjoying the attention quite a bit. One
freshman girl, though, was even more freaked out than most of us, and
had to be taken to the hospital. The word I head was that shed have
to complete the week like the rest of us, then serve another whole
week later on. Wow…

My next class was history. There wasnt much the teacher could have
me do in that class. She did sternly warn the other students that
they were to pay attention to the class, and not to me. She also
kindly moved me to the back of the classroom, so I got something of a
break in her class.

My third class of the day was gym. We were in the pool, so I had to
leave my shoes and socks in the mens locker room, being jostled and
ogled by the guys, then I had to go out to the pool, completely naked
now. The teacher had us all doing strokes for the first half of the
class, then as normal we had free time for the 2nd half, which meant
we had 20 minutes to do whatever we wanted before we were to go shower
and get ready for our next class.

During free time, I was chatting briefly with one of my friends,
Cindy. She was nervous because of all the attention I was getting
from the guys, so she swam away from me. I started to swim away, too,
but one of the guys caught me by the arm. His name was Mike. I
didnt know him very well.

Hi, I said nervously, but smiled at him anyway.

How do you like running around naked? Mike asked me.

I blushed. Its pretty embarrassing, I told him. Its going to be
a long week!

He chuckled. Youve got a nice, pretty bare ass, he said. Would
you mind pushing yourself up on the side of the pool so its above the
water line, so a few of us can admire it?

I blushed even harder. I think you can see me fine without that!

I heard you have to do stuff like that, when requested to do so he
persisted.

I thought so, too, another guy said. Hey! Mr. Roquette! Doesnt
she have to pose for people?

The gym teacher swam over. What did you want her to do? he asked.

Mike explained briefly.

Mr. Roquette looked at me and sighed. Its tough getting used to all
of this, isnt it? he asked me.

I nodded, embarrassed.

Im afraid you have to do it, he told me. You have to cooperate in
any way anyone wants so they can look you over.

I gulped, but pushed myself up on the side of the pool enough so my
buttocks were out of the water.

Hold yourself just like that, please! Mike told me, chuckling. He
and several other guys were right behind me. A few others stood in
front of me, looking at my bare chest. I blushed, looking up at them,
but remained in that position.

Thats enough, I think, Mr. Roquette told the boys, and also me. I
was straining to stay as I was. I slid into the water, relieved, I
was getting pretty tired!

I got to swim around a little, then Mr. Roquette blew the whistle and
we had to get out of the water. I had to go into the boys room and
shower with them, most of them took off their swimsuits and showed off
their erections to me and to each other.

Am I at least allowed to towel off? I asked Mr. Roquette nervously.

He smiled. I think so. Just dont cover yourself for long with the
towel.

I nodded and toweled off quickly, then borrowed a hairdryer and
brushed my hair, with the guys watching me as they got dressed.

I put my shoes and socks back on, and stepped back into the hallway,
feeling more nervous once again. The boys locker room was full of
guys, but at least it wasnt the whole school.

Karen! Mike pushed through the crowd to catch up to me.

I shivered a little. What do you want me to do now? I asked him
nervously.

He grinned, a little embarrassed but shrugging it off easily. I
didnt make the rules. I can walk with you to your next class if you
like.

I started to turn away, but he was about the only person who had
talked to me all day. Uh — all right, I nodded. After a moment, I
added a polite, Thanks.

He grinned again. It might be me next week. Are you getting by all
right?

Well… it is *awfully* embarrassing. I blushed. I dont have a
lot of choices about it.

Im glad you had to do it. Youre very pretty, Karen!

I glared and started to stomp off.

Hey! Come on, would you rather I was sorry I get to see you without
clothes? Be reasonable. A lot of girls will have to do it this year.
Youre the one I most would have wanted to see like this, thats all.

I stopped, still blushing hard. I… sorry. Its very difficult.
Ill try to be nice.

Youre always nice, he told me. Come on, lets be friends.

All… right. I smiled a little.

Im still going to enjoy looking at you, though, he said cheerfully.

I cant stop you, I sighed.

My next class was the one Id been dreading the most, biology. As I
expected, the teacher took the opportunity to discuss female
physiology, using me as a model. She was young and pretty herself,
the boys often asked her questions intended to embarrass her. She was
good natured about it. Her name was Miss Hooker, which added to the
fun.

You might be interested in knowing that, during the course of the
year, some of the teachers might be, uh, shall we say invited, to
teach without clothing occasionally, she told the class. What a
school system, huh? She smiled, blushing a little herself.

The boys all began joking.

Well use such opportunities for tests, she added. Study hard, you
wouldnt want to come up short on any of those questions, would you?
She grinned again.

Her attitude was impressive. But then, I assumed shed never actually
been in the position before, the position that I was now in, sitting
on a stool, completely naked, in front of a class and having my body
pointed at for a study aid.

She discussed secondary sex characteristics, pointing to my breasts,
pubic hair, and others, and discussing them thoroughly. I was glad
Id shaved under my arms. At least one thing had gone right for me
that day.

Finally the class was over with. It was lunch time. A group of my
friends gathered around me and didnt let anyone disturb me while I
ate. It was the only real break I had that day. Of course, they
questioned me in detail about my day, and how it felt to have to stay
naked through school, and what I planned to do about the following
day and the rest of the week.

Somehow I dont think theyll let me just stay home sick for the rest
of the week, I said, and explained what Id heard about the freshman
girl.

So youre just going to *do* it? Helen asked me. Come to school
naked all week?

I dont have any choice at all, I pointed out angrily. None!

After lunch, I had English class, then government. They went as the
rest of the day had gone. My government teacher couldnt keep his
mind on class, and kept making Freudian slips as he tried to watch me
while teaching the subject.

Finally, it was the end of the day. I went to the office to ask for
my clothing back.

Ah, Miss Wagner. I kept hoping someone would send you in here for a
spanking, the principal joked.

I blushed. I just want to get my clothing, I said.

Oh. Sure, of course. You will remember to leave it out of the
school for tomorrow, wont you?

Somehow I doubt if Ill forget, I said, and started to get dressed.

Youll have to go outside to do that, he told me sharply. Did you
read your booklet at all?

I blushed again. Oops. Sorry. I hurried out of his office and
went outside into the parking lot. I sat down in the grass and took
my shoes off so I could start getting dressed. Several students
stopped and watched me do so.

MONDAY EVENING

When I got home, no one was there, as usual. I tried to do my
homework, but it was hard to concentrate on it. What was I going to
tell my parents? Hi, Mom, Hi, Dad, I spent the whole day at school
bare naked. How was your day? My dad was pretty conservative… so
was my mom, for that matter.

So by dinner time, I hadnt said anything about it. When we sat down
at the table, I had decided not to bring it up because I didnt know
what to say.

You seem quiet tonight, Karen, my mother said. Are you feeling
okay?

Im fine, I told her. My little brother Jimmy, who was 13,
chattered away about sports, and my dad talked to him, so that got
us through dinner.

When we were done eating, I went to my room claiming I had schoolwork
to do. A short time later, there was a knock on my door and my mother
came in, followed by my dad. They closed the door.

Whats wrong? my dad asked in his firm but friendly way.

Oh, Daddy! I leapt over at him, and he hugged me and held me.
When I got to school, the *principal* made me strip *naked*, and I
had to go to all my classes without my clothes on! I blurted out,
sobbing.

He held me for a while, until I settled down, then he had me explain
what had happened. I was shocked when I glimpsed his face, he didnt
seem upset at all!

I know, he told me. We — your mother and I — asked that you be
signed up for it. We thought it would be a good experience for you.

I couldnt believe what he was saying! I looked at my mother, and she
was nodding!

Settle down and listen to what we have to say, Dad continued.

You had… you *asked*… I was gasping.

Do you want to hear about it? he asked me.

No! I said wildly. No, I want you to get me out of it!

Thats not going to happen, dear, my mother said soothingly.
Listen to your father, please.

I didnt really want to, but finally, after several deep breaths, I
sat down again and listened numbly.

They thought I was too shy, they told me. Not adaptable enough. And
the world was changing. When the state law was being considered, they
had investigated it and surprised themselves when they discussed it,
they were both in favor of it. It wouldnt hurt me at all to loosen
up, break out of my mold, and try something adventurous for a change.

Were in favor of it, dear. Youll have to give it a try this week.
We might sign you up for it again later on, too, my mother said,
smiling at me. Would you like me to drive you to school tomorrow?

No! I said angrily. Ill just enjoy the experience again of
stripping in front of hundreds of people, right outside the school!

They left after that, and I didnt see them again until they wished me
goodnight.

—
— Tuesday

When I got up in the morning, I tried to think of a way to get out of
going to school. Then I remembered that freshman girl.

I showered, then nervously picked out some clothes that I could remove
without much fuss. I wore blue sweat pants that unzipped at the
bottom, and a pink short sleeved sweat shirt.

I walked to school, avoiding the other students. Even going to
school, I felt awfully conspicuous.

I went to the main entrance. There was an old mailbox there, with a
sign above it, For use by nude students. Several guys were hanging
around there. I had arrived early, hoping to avoid the large crowd
from yesterday. It would be better to undress in front of a small
crowd and then go inside, I thought.

The guys were watching me and grinning. When I turned around, I heard
comments. I think shes going to do it now! Shes got a great
body, doesnt she? Best tits in school! She looks scared!
Yeah, shes shy. Makes it cute to watch her.

I was very nervous, and took a couple of deep breaths, wiping my hands
on my pants. If I didnt want to strip in front of a crowd, though, I
had to go ahead pretty soon, though. I gulped hard and faced against
a wall, and kicked off my shoes. Then I hurriedly pulled off my shirt
and then pushed my pants down and off, my face *blazing*, and dropped
my clothes into the box. I was wearing nothing but socks! I went
back and got my shoes on, then rushed to the door to go inside.

It was locked! The school door didnt open for students until 15
minutes before classes began. I couldnt go in for another 10 or 15
minutes!

I went back over to the box, hoping to get my clothes back, but the
box was locked.

I cringed, looked at the guys. They were grinning, having a great
time watching me.

I thought Id be able to go inside, I said feebly.

So whats the big deal? one of the guys asked me.

Now I have to stand out here, bare naked, until the doors open! I
cried out angrily.

So? Youre going to do it all day anyway, he said reasonably.

I stared.

Were getting a few minutes of a private show. Its not that big of
a deal, compared to the whole rest of the day. Is it?

I guess not, I admitted slowly. I didnt expect it, though!

He smiled. Were not going to hurt you, were just going to enjoy
watching you. Okay?

I shrugged helplessly, and braced myself to wait outside with them for
the school doors to open.

Mind if I talk to you? one of the boys asked me.

I shook my head.

Im Dennis, he introduced himself. Youre Karen Wagner, I know.

I nodded, blushing a little. Nice to meet you, Dennis.

Its nice to meet you! He smiled, and we chatted about the ordeal
the school was making me go through.

The principal opened the door. Ah, some eager students, I see, he
smiled.

I dashed into the building, with the guys right behind me. A school
bus was just pulling up to the door to let out a load of students.

Miss Wagner? the principal called, and I stopped reluctantly.

I see youre ready for school today, he observed.

I blushed. I dont have any choice about it, I reminded him.

He nodded and smiled. Thats true. But I wanted to ask you to be as
cheerful and open as you can today. Its a treat for all of us to
have such a pretty girl going naked around the school, but its
absolutely wonderful when you smile, and are friendly and nice. Will
you try?

I swallowed. Ill… do my best, I told him nervously.

Great. Thanks!

Dozens of students were streaming past by then. So much for my plan
to get into my classroom before being exposed to everyone in the whole
school.

Remember to let people look at you, he reminded me. Show me a nice
pose right now, please.

I gulped, but nervously set my feet apart, then intertwined my hands
together behind my head, thrusting my chest out.

He smiled. Thats nice! He looked me over for a couple of minutes.
Try this one, too. Keep your feet apart, but bend your knees and put
your hands on them, bending forward a little.

I did as he directed me. Like this? I asked.

He nodded. Turn around now.

I did so.

Stay still, he said, and I obeyed. Hmm, yes, thats good. It
gives people a chance to look over your fanny.

I stayed still, but felt nervous. I couldnt see behind me. Someone
could grab me from behind, and I wouldnt even know who it was!

Finally, the principal chuckled. Thats enough for now, Karen.
Youd better get to class.

I hurried down the hallway, and got to my algebra class just as the bell
was ringing, and went to my seat.

Did everyone do their homework? Mr. Dennison asked. I didnt
expect you would, of course, Karen, he told me, but everyone else
had. Why dont you come up here, and you can work the problems on
the board, with the help of the class.

He had me write each problem on the board, then answer it by writing
an equation that solved it. I made repeated mistakes. The class
chuckled as I calculated my breast size to be 78% of my body, the total
breasts in the school to weigh more than the moon, and 94 hands to be
able to explore my body at a time. I had to make corrections
according to the instructions from the other students. I did better
on the other questions, though the subjects were all humiliating to
me. I blushed all the way through class.

History class, once again, was really a relief, as the teacher was
sympathetic to me. Once again, she let me sit in the back of the
classroom, and didnt call on me to answer any questions.

I ventured into the hallway, very nervously, and hurried to my next
class, which was gym. I almost went into the girls locker room,
but then remembered I was supposed to use the guys. I sighed and
went in nervously.

We were doing tumbling that day, so I had to leave my jewelry in a
locker. Several of the guys were just getting changed into their gym
clothes.

One guy, Pete, grinned at me. Not much changing to do for you, is
there?

Not much, no, I said, smiling timidly, and hurried out to the gym.

Mr. Roquette was the only one there when I got there. Hi, Karen! he
smiled. Youve had some background in gymnastics and tumbling,
havent you?

I nodded. I smiled, too. He was nice. I had classes up through
middle school.

Would you mind helping out with demonstrations today? he asked. I
was going to ask you even before this week, he added, blulshing
slightly. But now… Im really sure wed have an attentive class if
you would help me.

I nodded, blushing. Ill help, I agreed. I — I have to be naked
anyway, I told him self-consciously.

The boys were starting to come out of the locker room, then a little
later, the girls, too. We did some stretching exercises, then we all
had to run around the gym a couple of times.

Mr. Roquette used me to demonstrate basic tumbling, then asked me to
help out some of the boys who were struggling. They liked that pretty
well… I dont think it helped them a lot, they seemed to get more
clumsy. They were looking at me, more than paying attention to their
tumbling.

At the end of the class, Mr. Roquette and I demonstrated some assisted
gymnastics tricks. It was the most fun Id had in school since I had
to take off my clothes.

Finally we reached the end of class. I left my shoes and socks in by
my locker, then went back to shower amidst the boys. They were all
naked this time, and teasing each other about their hard-ons. I had
to remain in the shower room until they were all done. They took
turns requiring me to stand in different poses under the shower.

Can you smile for us too? a guy asked me.

Ill… try. I did try, I was awfully nervous and uncomfortable in
the showers with all the guys, but I made myself smile at them as I
stood in different poses and lathered myself in soap several times.

When the guys were all done showering, I went into the locker room and
rapidly toweled off. Keep smiling! a couple of the guys suggested,
grinning.

I did manage to smile as I dried my hair and brushed it, facing them and
with them staring at me. I put on my necklace, earrings and bracelet,
then my socks and shoes, and smiled at them again. See you guys
later! I told the ones who were left.

Youre getting used to it a little, Mike said. Hed waited for me
outside the door.

I jumped, hed surprised me, but then took a breath. I guess so, a
little, I nodded. Ill still be glad when this week is over with!

Not me, he teased, chuckling. Sorry, I just like you like that.

I blushed, but then giggled a little. You can look, definitely, and
I guess if you can do that, its better if you like what you see.

He grinned again. You *are* getting used to it!

He was right! I found myself smiling a lot more through the rest of
the day. I blushed just as much, but was getting more able to cope.

My next class was biology. Once again, Miss Hooker asked me to come
to the front of the class and had me sit on the high stool, facing
the class. Take off your shoes and socks, too, please, she told me,
smiling. You can spend this class period fully bare, dont you
think?

I blushed but nodded and took off my shoes and socks. I sat looking
toward the class.

Move your knees apart! one of the guys suggested.

I did so, blushing uncomfortably, and several guys grinned.

Do you feel horny sitting there like that? the same guy asked me.

Mostly I feel exposed and embarrassed, I told him after a moment of
thought. And a little chilly, I added. The class laughed at that
one.

But are you sexually aroused by going around the school naked, and
by sitting in front of a whole class in the nude? Miss Hooker
insisted cheerfully.

I blushed harder. Yes! I admitted. Yesterday… well, I come here
after gym class, where I have to shower with all the guys. Then
sitting up here and being the model for a discussion of sex ed…

The class tittered.

Its perfectly natural, Miss Hooker explained to the class. While
the specific factors which affect Karen are societally influenced, her
reactions to them are built in to her, and all women, through
evolution. A creationist might say they are designed for human women
by God. The discomfort of shame is a societal influence, but the
arousal she is experiencing as a result of it, and of her own exposure
and helplessness, is a basic human instinct. Research during recent
years has filtered down to the local school district level, including
our own, and is now affecting policy. It affects your lives, as well,
and this demonstration will help all of you to use that research.

Was she saying I didnt have to be ashamed about my arousal? That was
fine for her to tell the class, but they were judging me — and I was
judging myself — based on societal pressures, not research.

How do the boys in class feel about her right now? Miss Hooker
asked. Id wager if I were to expose all of your groins, Id see
some arousal among the boys, too.

Several of the boys were nodding, and a few were blushing.

She grinned. Its all part of nature, she told the class. If you
learn to appreciate it, youll be happier in your lives. If you boys
spend some time being nice to Karen this week, and she finds you
individually attractive, and circumstances permit, it is possible the
result would be a mutually beneficial and enjoyable relationship.

She continued through the class, discussing sex and reproduction
issues in explicit terms, using me to illustrate her comments.

All right, class is dismissed, she said as the bell rang.

Well practice what we learned. Thanks! one of the boys said,
grinning, as he walked out the door.

I sat on a chair and put my shoes and socks back on, then headed to
the lunch room.

Can we join you? a couple of the boys from biology class asked me.

I didnt know them. I… Id really just like a break for lunch
time, I declined shyly. I dont even know you two.

Im Jeff, hes Rick, one of them said, smiling easily.

And you want to be nice to me because Miss Hooker suggested it might
be an easy way to get laid, right? I said accusingly.

Well… yes, thats right, Rick nodded, hanging his head a little.
We wont bother you any more, Karen. Come on, Jeff. He started
walking away. Jeff hesitated a moment, then followed him.

I bit my lip. Hey… wait a minute! I called out, blushing, and
hurried to catch up to them. At least they were honest. I felt like
I could use a friend or two right then. Ill have lunch with you if
you want!

We went through the lunch line, then sat at a table. The guys sat
across from me.

It must be kind of hard to admit to a whole class that youre horny,
Jeff said. Does it bother you to have to do stuff like that?

Its pretty embarrassing, I admitted. The whole week is going to
be embarrassing!

I heard you have to shower in the guys locker room after gym, Rick
said.

Thats true. I took a bite of my ham sandwich. I wasnt very
hungry, but thought Id better eat something.

Do they… touch you?

I blushed again. No, they just watch, and make me pose for them in
the shower.

Would you like to be touched by the guys watching you take a shower?
Jeff asked me teasingly.

I looked at him nervously.

You said it made you horny, he shrugged. Miss Hooker said that was
a normal reaction to those circumstances. Sexual arousal is pretty
much defined as the desire to have sexual contact, wouldnt you say?
So if it makes you horny to have a bunch of guys watching you shower,
youd probably enjoy being touched.

Well, no, I… I started to object.

Tomorrow when youre showering in front of the guys, think about how
it would feel to have them just reach out and have their hands on your
body he suggested with a smile.

I blushed, but took another bite of my sandwich so I wouldnt have to
answer.

What are the most difficult things youve had to do? Rick asked me.

Oh. I guess… taking off my clothes yesterday at first. Both days
in biology were pretty hard.

What about the best parts? I hope it hasnt all been miserable!

Well… I tried to think about a positive side. I guess…
swimming in the pool was all right. I had a kind of nice conversation
with a boy yesterday, after gym class. I smiled a little. It was
very nice getting dressed at the end of the day yesterday, too.

He chuckled. The guys were both done with their lunches, and I didnt
want any more of mine. Rick took our trays to the trash bin, then we
all walked toward the cafeteria door.

Karen… stay still for a minute, okay? Rick told me. He moved
close to me and pulled me against him, and gave me a hug. I was
surprised, but it felt so nice… I hugged him back and buried my face
in his shoulder. He didnt pull away until I let go.

T-thanks! I told him. I *needed* that.

Want another? Jeff asked, and I nodded, he hugged me, too.

Thanks… I said, smiling at them. Thanks to both of you!

So do we both get laid? Jeff asked, then immediately added, Just
kidding!

I giggled a little. I still had to face the crowded hallway, but I
felt better than I had for the two tough days.

The two escorted me to English class, then left me so they could go to
their own classes. Mrs. Thompson, who must have been nearing
retirement age, looked at me a little disapprovingly as I took my
seat. The others in the class looked at me, too. I sat quietly
through English class, and was happy not to get called on for her
class.

Finally, it was time to head to government class. Once again, Mr.
Hansen, the young government teacher, didnt do a very good job of
concentrating on teaching, he was trying to look at me and also
teach at the same time. It didnt work, the class tittered again
and again as he kept making mistakes that turned into crude comments.
He was sweating from embarrassment, and it was also difficult for me.

But finally the class was done. I hurried out of class and out to the
front door where the box was where Id been required to leave my
clothes.

Miss Wagner? The principal called out, and I stopped at his office.

How did today go? he asked me.

Oh… fine, mostly, I guess, I said hurriedly. I wanted to go get
*dressed*!

Are you having a good time doing it? he asked curiously. We *do*
want you to enjoy the experience, you know.

Well… no! I told him, blushing and also astonished. Its
awfully humiliating to be singled out to go through school with no
clothes, Mr. Harrison!

He looked at me thoughtfully. Hmm. Well, Miss Wagner, I guess Id
say to you that no one promised any of us that life would be easy all
of the time. The task of all of us, through our lives, is to learn to
deal with problems and adversity, to succeed in addition to dealing
with them, and to live good lives. I think this program will help
you to do that. I call on you to find a way to make the situation
into a positive, rather than concentrating on only the obvious
negatives.

I thought for a moment, struggling with whether to just ask to be
excused. Positives? I asked him finally. What positives would
those be?

He looked surprised. Well, for you personally, the main one is the
opportunity to grow, I would think. Would you say you havent learned
anything in the last couple of days? Anything at all? You dont have
to answer now. Think about that one.

I shrugged slightly.

Then there are the other students. I think theyre learning a lot
from observing you. Most of the boys seem to be enjoying it a lot.
It is worthwhile in itself to provide enjoyment for others, Miss
Wagner.

I never expected the school system to require me to do it in this
way, I told him uncomfortably.

He shrugged. You can come to enjoy it if you want to, he stated
matter of factly. And if you dont want to, no one can help you at
all. I suggest you think about that as well.

Can I go now? I asked, kind of defiantly.

He nodded, and I hurried out the front door, and was relieved to
finally get dressed.

I thought about it a lot after I got home, though. My parents… the
school principal… all thought this was a good thing. It seemed like
they had usually had my best interests in mind in the past!

It is hard for a teenager to admit that someone else knows more than
she does. I knew that, intellectually, but it seemed like it was time
to try to really apply it.

TUESDAY EVENING

When my parents got home, they came up to my room. Got time to
talk? my dad asked.

Yeah, come on in, I said, and they both did.

We talked about it for a long time. It was an uncomfortable
discussion for me, but I tried to listen and understand what they were
telling me.

They didnt think I should be so shy. They thought I should be proud
of myself and my body. They thought it should be fun and exciting for
me to spend a week in school in the nude, and wished I was enjoying it
more.

How about you, Mom? I asked her pointedly. How would you feel about
doing the same thing at work?

She blushed. Oh. Well, thats different, she started out. Then
she shook her head. Not that different, I guess, she admitted.

Your mother will get her chance soon enough, Dad said, smiling. She
looked alarmed, but I could see she would ask him about it later on.
I was also sure shed do what he wanted.

We went downstairs for dinner, dropping the conversation. But I kept
thinking about it, and so was quiet while we ate.

I asked a few further questions while Jimmy was doing the dishes.

Do you think I should be running around naked outside of school? I
asked my dad.

He settled back in his chair. Hmm. At home, of course, you can do
what you want. You havent run around naked since you were a little
girl, but you could if you wanted to.

I nodded and desperately thought about how to phrase my question.

Did he answer what you wanted to know, dear? my mother asked.

I took a breath and shook my head.

Go ahead, she told me, smiling.

What about… other places? I managed, blushing. School is very…
public. Am I expected to give up my clothes in other public places?

Is that such a terrible thought? she asked me. I sat stiffly and
listened but didnt say anything. If its safe enough… if it seems
like fun… itll surely make many young men happy to see you that
way… so why not? Once in a while, anyway. Or whenever.

Also not so young men, my father added. My mother smiled.

How about… other things? Sex? I asked. Do you want me to be
more promiscuous? I blushed harder.

Do you want to? my father asked.

I shrugged nervously.

Things have changed a lot in the last few years, he told me. I
suggest you try lots of different things. Try everything you can.
Youre young.

My brother walked in about then. Hey, what are you guys talking
about?

We evaded his question and changed the topic. After a while I went
out for a walk, going down residential streets, then walking through
the downtown.

According to my parents, I could just… take off my clothes and walk
in the nude, right down the sidewalk on Main Street. I shied away
from the idea, but walked along thinking about what Id discussed
with them.

I stopped in front of a store and gazed in the window looking at the
bikinis, but really thinking about the unusual activities for the
week. After a few minutes, I turned and continued walking.

I wasnt watching where I was going, and ran right into someone. We
both fell on the sidewalk. I apologized profusely as I was getting
up.

It was Mike, with whom I shared gym class. Oh. Hi, Mike! I said.

I thought it was you. I just came across the street to say hello,
he said, smiling pleasantly. It, uh… its different seeing you in
clothes.

I blushed, then giggled. I guess so!

Mind if I join you? he asked, and when I shook my head, he walked
along with me. He was nice enough not to bring up nudity for a while.
In fact, he bought me an ice cream sundae, then suggested an out of
the way spot to go so I could enjoy it without worrying about other
school mates harrassing me.

I unloaded on him. I cant believe this week in school! I said.
My parents think its great, the principal told me I should think
of it as a positive… its so humiliating for me, the one who
actually has to do it, that I almost cant stand it!

He listened, and I complained about the situation at length. But
about the 4th time I said it wasnt fair, he shrugged. I dont think
its quite that bad, he told me seriously.

You… dont? I felt kind of hostile toward him right then.

Take it easy! he cautioned me, then went on. No, I dont. Youve
very pretty. Its not just me, everyone thinks so. What if you
werent? *Then* it would be pretty bad. What if you were that
freshman girl who was so terrified she had to go to a psychiatrist?
Shes going to have to do it all over again another week, too. How
about that? But shell be all right, too. Shell get over her
problem, and some day shell be glad she did it. Youre fine right
now, Karen. Not that I think its easy, for you or any of the girls,
its clearly not. But *youre* fine.

I blushed again.

Done with your ice cream? I nodded, and he disposed of my cup.

We walked along a side street. He didnt say anything, just walked
along, looking around at cars going by, houses we were walking past,
and trees.

Mike? I ventured tentatively. I hope youre not mad at me.

He smiled, shaking his head. I was hoping you werent mad at me, he
admitted. Im not the one who has to go to school with no clothes,
after all.

My parents think I should… try it in other places as well, I told
Mike, blushing.

Going bare?

I nodded.

Maybe it would help you be more comfortable when you have to take
your clothes off for school, he offered, looking at me cautiously.

I guess… its legal for me to do it anywhere. I blushed, looking
at the street nervously.

Yeah, they repealed the indecent exposure laws for girls and women,
Mike agreed conversationally.

I looked at him, reminding myself hed seen me naked around school
for the last couple of days, then took a deep breath and pulled my
shirt over my head. I smiled weakly at him, but was committed, I
dropped it on the sidewalk, then took off my bra. He was grinning at
me, delighted. I kicked off my shoes, then slid my pants down and off,
and finally, my underpants.

I sat on the ground and put my shoes on. I guess Im… getting
bolder, I jittered as I stood up, naked from my calves up.

He chuckled. Youre amazing! He looked me over. Beautiful, too.

I forced another smile. Thanks…

Lets just go for a walk for a little while, he suggested. Around
the block, then if you really want to, you can get dressed again.

All right, I agreed.

We strolled around the block. I felt very nervous every time a car
came past. The first time, I started to jump behind some bushes, but
Mike held onto my hand. Youre not doing anything wrong! he told me
cheerfully, making me stay in full view of the car. It slowed down,
then drove off, and Mike grinned at me.

Another car came by. Wave at it! he urged me. I didnt, but I
didnt try to hide, either. I did wave at the next one, and giggled a
little.

We finally got to my clothes. One block is enough for tonight, I
told Mike apologetically, and hurriedly got dressed. He shrugged and
grinned, watching me.

Did you have a little fun with it? he asked.

Some, I admitted. It seemed a lot more tolerable now that I was
dressed. Nothing bad had happened at all.

—
— Wednesday

I got up in the morning and headed for the bathroom. I thought about
my previous evening walk as I took my shower. I couldnt believe Id
done it!

I put on blue jeans and a white t-shirt. I thought about not wearing
a bra, but it seemed to me that, after a whole day being naked, Id
want all the clothes I usually wore.

I had breakfast, then walked to school. I wanted to arrive a little
early, but didnt intend to get caught outside like I did the day
before. I was a little more relaxed going to school. The week still
seemed like an ordeal, but I was determined not to get upset about it.

I got to school before any of the buses had arrived. There were more
kids at the front door, but not a really big crowd. I could see the
doors were open, as a few people were going in and out. I took a deep
breath as I walked up to the clothing box.

Are you going to take your clothes off now? one of the guys asked
eagerly.

Hang on just a minute, please! another of the guys called out. His
name was Harold, I knew him in passing. I swallowed, he was getting
out a camera! Id like to take some pictures of you for the
yearbook, he said. You know, while you undress.

The principal came out just then.

Do I have to let him take pictures of me? I asked him, my ears
burning.

Youre going to be walking around in the nude all day, anyway, arent
you, Miss Wagner? he asked me. I nodded. Everyone will see you
doing it. I dont see how it could possibly hurt you to have pictures
taken. Will it?

I… guess not, I admitted, swallowing hard.

I suggest you cooperate with him and help him. He looked at my
nervous face, then smiled. I would think youd want to be as nice as
you can to everyone. I think you should enjoy the novel experience
this week while you have the chance. Relax and have fun, Miss
Wagner.

Will you work with me? Harold asked. Please?

I looked over his shoulder. A bus full of kids were being dropped
off. So much for avoiding the crowd. All… right, I agreed
reluctantly.

Mr. Harrison? Harold said. Can I have her put her clothes back on
so she can take them off again for my pictures?

The principal nodded. That seems okay to me, he granted.

All right, Karen, are you ready? Well have to move right along
here, Harold said.

I nodded, wiping my hands on my pants. The principal directed the
growing crowd of students back a little.

Can you take off your shirt first, please? Face me and pull it right
off, Harold told me. I did it, blushing, around 30 people were
watching, and also Harold had already taken a few shots. Smile if
you can, he sid. I tried to force a smile. Thats nice! he said
encouragingly. Now drop the shirt, and take off your bra kind of
slowly. No, look right at the camera… I looked at the camera and
reached back and unfastened my bra, and took it off. Smile! he
reminded me, and I forced another smile.

Put your shirt on now. I did, feeling briefly relieved. Smile
again… now slowly take it off. Good.. keep smiling… now throw it
up in the air. I did so, then caught it. Thats great! he said
enthusiastically. Do it again? I did, and he took more pictures of
me.

More people were watching now. Wave at the crowd, he directed me.
I timidly waved.

You can put your shirt on again, he told me. I did so as rapidly as
I could, and smiled again, this time less forcedly. Pull it up so we
can see your chest, he said, and I did. Now you can pull it back
down, he told me.

Lets work on your bottom now, he said. Slowly slide your pants
down, please. I did as he asked, gradually lowering them all the way
to my ankles. Now do the same with your underwear. I did that,
too. Pull up your underwear… now take off the pants… smile…
good! Very, very good! He grinned, the crowd was cheering.

Can you very slowly take off your shirt now? I did so, and he took
several more pictures. Wonderful!

The bell rang, startling me, but it was the first bell. We had 10
minutes to get to our classes. Well stop in a couple of minutes,
he told me. I nodded. Slide your underpants down now… smile…
thats very pretty. Step out of them. I did and was naked again
except for my shoes and socks. The crowd really cheered. I noticed
there were closer to 100 people now, and blushed hard.

Put your pants on again, please, Harold said. I did so, and he took
several pictures of me topless. Now slowly slide them down and off.
Smile! he said. I tried to smile, and slowly lowered my pants again.

Time to get to class, the principal said.

I nodded, gulping, and put my clothes in the box while the crowd
streamed into the school.

Thanks for posing for me! Harold said warmly. Its really nice of
you to do that!

Youre… uh… welcome, I said, a little confusedly. He opened the
door for me, and then followed me inside.

Ill be taking candid pictures of you between classes, he told me.
Id really like to ask you to pose some more after school. Would you
be willing to do that?

I blushed nervously. Why dont you ask me later in the day, okay? I
hedged. I had no intention of posing any more, but didnt want to
just tell him no.

All right, I will. He smiled. Ill see you later, he told me,
and we both hurried to our classes.

Once again I had to work algebra problems on the board for Mr.
Dennison. I had to turn and face the class, posing, while he
discussed different problems, then write them on the board and solve
them.

You dont seem to be trying very hard today, Karen, Mr. Dennison
said after I made mistakes on the first couple of problems. You will
find that, even if you get by mostly on your looks and pretty body, it
will still help to have some background in mathematics.

Im sorry! I apologized meekly, blushing.

He had me work another problem on the board, and I got through it
without making a mistake. Then I had to do another, and I goofed
on that one.

Wrong again, Mr. Dennison growled. Who would like to show Karen
where she went wrong?

Tim, a blushing red-headed boy, came up and, though he fumbled with
the marker, he corrected my mistake.

Thanks, I said to him, smiling.

Ask him what hed like for his reward, Mr. Dennison ordered me.

I blushed. What reward would you like? I asked him nervously.

C-c-can you come and s-s-sit on m-m-my lap? he stammered.

Sit with him for 5 minutes, Mr. Dennison told me.

I followed him to his desk and sat sideways on his lap as the class
smirked. My left breast was right against his face.

Dont move, Tim whispered, and unobtrusively licked my nipple! I
shivered, but stayed still. He licked at me for the whole 5 minutes,
while Mr. Dennison continued to discuss math.

Come on back up here, Karen, Mr. Dennison summoned me, and I moved
away from Tim in relief.

Now perhaps youll be paying more attention? he smiled. Lets try
another problem. Class, who would like to correct Karen if shes
still inattentive to the principles of algebra?

All the guys volunteered. I felt very pressured, but managed to work
a couple of problems correctly, which got me through the rest of
class.

It was a relief to be done with algebra, and I hastily stepped out
into the hallway. But then Harold spotted me and started clicking
more pictures of me in the hallway. I *had* to pose for him —
however he asked me to! He knew it, too.

Can you put your hands up on top of your head for me? he asked,
grinning at me. I blushed furiously but stopped in the hallway and
complied. He took a couple of shots. Now can you move your feet
further apart, please? I did so. He took a few more pictures. You
look very pretty when you blush like that, he chuckled. Turn
around, then very slowly bend forward until you can touch the ground
with your hands. No, keep your feet apart. He took a dozen shots
while I did this. Lean forward a little against the wall… good…
now reach behind you and pull your buttocks open.

Several students tittered. I felt ashamed, but the brochure had made
it clear I had to comply with these kinds of requests.

All right, you can go now, Karen, he told me. Thanks a lot! I
struggled to straighten up without falling over, then hurried to my
history class.

The teacher decided to discuss the history of the womens rights
movement. She started with the suffragettes and women getting the
vote, then the women in the workplace movement and the sexual
revolution, and the Title IX athletic rights movement. She said the
brief sexual conservative movement at the end of the century was
traceable to the AIDS problem, and explained the accompanying trend
toward women considering themselves as different than men.

When the AIDS problem was solved, and other sexually transmitted
diseases were also cured, the trend toward treating men and women
differently still continued. One college started allowing the
cheerleaders and pom pom girls to appear topless, then another
required theirs to cheer in the nude. Womens professional sports
competed in the nude, then as their popularity grew, so did collegiate
sports. Womens sports which had previously been ignored were now
filling stadiums, bringing new emphasis to the schools, and making
real professional womens athletics profitable. Court trials failed
to ban the practice, since it was bringing money and emphasis. Sex
sells.

This spread into business. Young female executives made a much more
significant impact when they left their clothes outside the board
room, and used their advantages instead of demanding gender
equality.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

The Central University basketball program had had another losing
season. Attendance was down, another new coach had been brought in,
the alumni were talking about discontinuing the program.

The captain of the cheerleaders had a meeting with the cheerleading
coach, and then with the squad. Two of the seven cheerleaders quit,
the rest made a new commitment.

They waited in the mens locker room after practice, wearing their
cheerleader skirts and shoes and socks, but nothing above the waist.
Most of them were shy and nervous, but the head cheerleader stood in
front of the basketball team, explaining her idea. After every
victory, theyd cheer the next game topless. If the team had a
winning record, won the conference championship or made it into the
national championship tournament, there would be parties, sponsored
by the cheerleaders.

After the team won their first home game, the cheerleaders tossed
their shirts and bras to the players, and danced around the gym,
dazzling the crowd. They cheered bare-breasted at the next two games,
and the team went 3-0.

A court order forced them to resume full dress for the next couple of
weeks, and the team went 1-3 during those two weeks. In a famous
court decision, the cheerleaders, supported by a packed courtroom,
after two days of arguments, were asked by the judge to remove their
shirts and bras. All of them boldly did so. The judge gazed at them
intently while the bailiff quieted the crowd, then announced his
decision. I see nothing obscene before me.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Melanie knew her chances of getting the loan were not great, but she
really wanted to start her new business, and get out of the dead-end
job shed been working at for the last 6 years. She had been turned
down once, now she had a meeting with the banks loan committee.

Shed arrived 20 minutes early, and nervously watched the clock on the
wall as the meeting drew closer. She had prepared documents showing
her business plan, her credit worthiness (but it was a pretty large
loan!), and proof that there was a market for what she wanted to do.
Shed bought a new gray business dress and a sharp satin blouse to
wear with it.

The loan committee will be ready in five minutes, the receptionist
told her.

Melanie went to the bathroom for one last nervous check of her
make-up. Had she done everything possible? Shed studied the three
men on the loan committee, she knew their names and something about
each of them. She knew the banks history of granting loans.

She had a sudden, shocking thought. After a moment of indecision,
thinking how devastated shed be if she didnt get the loan, she bit
her lip and hurriedly unbuttoned her blouse, opened her bra, and
unfastened her dress. She left her shoes and panty hose on the floor,
picked up her briefcase, and went past the startled receptionist and
into the meeting room, stepping barefoot onto the plush carpet and
boldly, but blushing, faced the committee men, nude, pretty and anxious.

She got the loan.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Bonnie saw the blue flashing lights behind her, and hoped theyd go
away. She continued on another block, but the police car stayed right
behind her. She knew shed been driving a little too fast.

She moved quickly, stuffing her bra in the glove box, and tossing her
pants and shirt behind the back seat, then rolled down her window.
When the police officer came up to the window and started to ask for
her license, he stopped and stared at her instead. She blushed,
humiliated, and blurted. Im sorry, officer, its just a nice evening
and usually no one can see in and my clothes are all in the back of the
car!

The officer waved to his partner, who also stared at her for a minute.

I guess wed better let her go, the first one said.

I guess so, the other agreed, shaking his head. Drive more
carefully, Miss.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

As this trend continues, were seeing more and more programs such as
the one Karen Wagner is participating in, the teacher explained to
the class. Parents and educators are trying to ensure the benefits
are available to all students.

When class was over, I stopped by her desk. Thanks for the subject
matter today, I told her. It helped me a lot!

Im glad you enjoyed it, Karen. She smiled at me, and I hurried off
to gym class.

Hang on a minute, Karen! I heard, and stopped. It was Harold again.

I have to get to gym class, Harold! I protested.

Gym? Terrific! I wanted to come to your gym class today and get
some pictures of you in the shower and pool. He grinned.

I blushed, but nodded, and he walked with me into the locker room.
He took some pictures of me as I sat on the bench and removed my shoes
and socks.

Well be diving today, Mr. Roquette told the class. I took my place
in line. While the other students were practicing their dives, Harold
took pictures of me waiting, then when it was my turn, he took more
shots of me diving.

We each did a couple of dives from the low board, then one from the
high dive. I stood on the end of the board for a minute for my first
dive, posing for Harold. A couple of the other guys whistled. I
waved, then did my dive. I got cheers for my other dives as well.

Then it was our free time, or more specifically, free time for the
class. Most of the guys gathered around me and required me to pose
in front of them. I did so as cheerfully as I could. Harold took
pictures of everything!

Kneel, please, Karen, one of them told me as I was stepping on the
ladder to get out of the water.

I smiled boldly and dropped to my knees. Sure! I said pleasantly,
voluntarily setting my knees apart. I put my hands behind my head
and raised my elbows up high, also without being told, and exposed
my bare body in front of the boys.

Now stand up and bend over forward, and spread your butt cheeks
apart, another guy told me.

I blushed at that idea, but stood up quickly and did as he had
directed me.

Straighten up and hold your breasts up by the nipples, another guy
called out after a minute.

I did as he wanted. Each of the 11 guys in the class had me assume
a different position, and I complied with every suggestion they gave
me.

The teacher blew his whistle and we headed for the locker rooms.

Ill catch you later, Karen, Harold said. Maybe I can get you to
take a shower by yourself for me to photograph. I think with so many,
Id wind up ruining my camera.

Ill see you later, Harold! I told him, blushing, glad to be away
from his camera for a while.

I started taking a shower, watching the boys taking off their
swimsuits. Some of them were still a little nervous about undressing
in front of me. I giggled to myself, it was nice for the guys to be
uncomfortable for once!

Suddenly I remembered what Jeff had suggested to me the day before,
about imagining the guys reaching out for my body and touching me.
I blushed suddenly.

Hey, what caused that? Mike asked me.

N-nothing! I protested. I d