By Peaceful Bard
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NOTICE:
This is a story from the extinct Naked in School genre of alternative
erotica. If you are familiar with this genre and the stories it
contains and it’s not your thing, you need read no further.
For those unfamiliar the Naked in School concept is fairly
self-explanatory and it fits in well with the theme of forced nudity. I
decided to resurrect this dead genre here to renew some more interest
in it. Please send feedback if you like it. This is a bit of a slow
burn but I’ll try to make it worth your while.
-Bard.
Codes:
mf, mast, exhib, cons, reluc, coer
Chapter One
. . .
The first day of school at Auburn Middle School was cool, crisp, and
filled with the kind of resigned anticipation that a new academic year
brings. Students milled around the central quad, catching up with each
other and talking excitedly. Aside from being the first day of school
there was also something else unique about that day: a school wide
assembly before classes began.
According to the eighth graders of Auburn they had not done that on the
first day of the previous year, and none of the incoming seventh
graders could remember an elementary school year beginning this way.
The talk amongst the student body was a combination of new year gossip,
which teachers were nice, which teachers were mean, which classes were
hard, and of course what the assembly would be about. Speculation
ranged from the mundane to the extravagant, though most students were
cynically disinterested, because nothing interesting ever happened in
their school district.
“Probably the new principal wanting to make a big
entrance.” An eighth grade student said to his two friends
when the topic came up.
He was a small for his age eighth grader named Adam with long, wavy
blond hair and a slightly chubby body type. He stood with his two
seventh grade friends, a boy and a girl. Normally an eighth grader
wouldn’t be caught dead in the company of two scrubs from the
seventh grade, but Adam had few enough friends from his own year, and
he knew the two kids he stood with from outside school. The three of
them stood not far from the multipurpose room which formed one of the
four sides of the quad.
“New principal?” asked James, the seventh grade
boy.
He was a thin and fair lad with short, curly black hair. His
appearance was almost elven in nature, and were he not a boy people
would call him beautiful, in an impish, pixie sort of way.
“Yeah, the old one was ancient, kept falling asleep at his
desk and losing his place while reading the morning announcements. He
retired. The new guy probably wants to introduce himself.”
Adam said.
“I heard some rumours about a new program this
year.” Said Evelyn, the seventh grade girl.
Of the three of them she was the most beautiful, with straight,
shoulder length red hair and a body type that indicated she could
aspire to be an actress or supermodel in later years.
Adam scoffed. “They’re always doing new programs
and stuff. Last year they tried a buddy system between seventh and
eighth graders, and the year before that they tried to make classical
music appreciation a non-elective, according to my cousin.”
“Maybe that’s what the assembly is about. The new
program, whatever it is.” James said.
“Possibly.” Adam said.
The morning bell rang. As soon as it did the three sets of double doors
into the multipurpose room opened, and a teacher on a megaphone
instructed everyone to gather inside.
“Well let’s find out.” James said, and
led the way into the river of kids flowing into the MPR.
The twelve hundred students crammed into the room and seated themselves
shoulder to shoulder in the rows of folding chairs that took the place
of the cafeteria benches and tables that normally occupied the space.
The chairs faced a small stage which was equipped with a microphone and
podium.
A number of teachers and staff were directing students to fill in all
available space and pointing the flow of youths towards empty seats. It
was chaotic and noisy and the three friends were reminded why they
hated assemblies. They sat together near the center of the room, James,
Adam, and then Evelyn from left to right.
After several minutes everyone was seated. A young man, no older than
thirty, took the podium and called for silence. He was one of those
school administrators that tries to connect with the kids by looking
and acting like them. He was wearing khaki cargo shorts, a polo shirt,
and a pair of headphones were draped over his shoulders.
“Greetings, Auburn Middle School. Welcome to the 2020 through
2021 school year. I am Dr Sam Ayell, your new principal. A bit about
me, I graduated from Northwestern University with a master’s
Degree in education and Bachelor of Science in applied psychology. I
did my doctoral work at UCLA, and got my PhD in education there. I
served three years in this state’s department of education
helping to develop an exciting new educational program for the children
and teens of our wonderful state. They sent me here to Auburn to be
interim principal because this school has been chosen to test the new
program, and as one of its developers I am best suited to rolling it
out in practice.” He said.
“Get a load of this guy.” Adam said with a smirk.
Evelyn and James chuckled.
“The new program that myself and the teachers and staff have
implemented is called the Healthy Body Image and Acceptance of
Interpersonal Sexuality Via Immersion and Exposure Techniques.
HBIAISVIET isn’t exactly catchy so we often refer to it as
the Naked in School Program, or just The Program.”
Here Doctor Ayell paused for effect. The student body was murmuring to
each other, wondering what the new principal could have meant by that.
“Wait, naked? What does he mean, naked in school?”
Evelyn asked.
“Beats me. I wonder if the teachers will get
naked.” Adam said with a laugh that was shared between the
three of them.
“Maybe it’s a metaphor, like not literally
naked.” James offered.
“I sure fucking hope so. I don’t wanna see Miss
Schroeder naked, that’s for sure.” Adam said.
An eighth grader in front of them guffawed when he overheard
Adam’s words.
“What if we’re the ones who get naked?”
Evelyn asked.
“No fucking way, that would be super illegal.”
James said.
“Alright alright, quiet down.” Came Dr
Ayell’s voice. The room gradually simmered back down to
silence.
“Now you may be wondering what this program means for you.
Let me start with the good news. After you participate in the program
you will be a happier, healthier young adult poised to enter maturity
with a positive outlook on sex and the human body. You will learn
things about yourself and learn to accept yourself for who you are as
well as others.
“The bad news is that the process of getting you to that
point can be difficult and painful, but like caterpillars turning into
butterflies you will be a more beautiful person for undergoing the
trial.”
“He’s stalling.” Adam said.
“He doesn’t want to get to the point.”
James said.
And it turns out that he never would.
“For right now, I’ll spare you the bad news,
you’ll find out soon enough. This program is holistic, it
encompasses a broad array of curriculum and policy changes as well as
the actual participation, which combine to give the intended results. I
look forward to watching you grow as young adults as you experience and
participate in the program.
“I will warn you however right now that every rule regarding
sexual assault and harassment is still in effect, in fact enforcement
and punishment of violations are greatly increased this year. I
encourage you all to remember that when you learn what the program
really means tomorrow. For now you are dismissed to your first period
class.” He said.
There was some angry and confused muttering among the assembled student
body at these words.
“He didn’t tell us what it means!” James
said angrily.
“I think it’ll be pretty obvious
tomorrow.” Adam said
“I’m kinda nervous.” Evelyn said.
The three friends went about their classes as usual after that, but the
mysterious Naked in School program was on everyone’s mind.
The teachers would not explain more, and taught their respective
subjects as if nothing was different.
Adam took the easy classes, having no interest in over achieving. His
elective class was drawing because it required the least effort. He
wasn’t a slacker so much as utterly disinterested in the
middle school concept. He made wisecracks and jokes, but that was
because he hoped that by being the funny guy people would forget that
he was the short kid.
At thirteen years old he was still stubbornly prepubescent. While he
didn’t get teased or mocked in the lockers as much as he
thought he would he was still very self conscious about his height,
still shorter than most incoming seventh graders, and his persistent
baby fat that wouldn’t turn to muscle no matter how hard he
tried.
James was the muse among them. He was in beginner theater that year and
had signed up for weekend singing lessons as well. The only reason he
wasn’t in drawing like Adam as well was because their
schedules allowed for only one elective a semester.
He had a secret, and liked to keep a low profile to keep it hidden. He
enjoyed theater and acting but did not seek out leading roles. He had
not gone to any local elementary schools, having just moved to that
town, and was a “new kid”, though all of the
seventh graders were new kids to an extent. This meant his secret was
safe for however long he chose to keep it. He knew Adam through their
dad’s work and had met over the summer at a company picnic,
but despite being James’ first friend in a new town Adam did
not know James’ secret.
Well, two secrets. The second was that he had an enormous crush on
Evelyn. But he could never tell her, not in the least because of his
first secret.
For her part Evelyn was in advanced placement and honor classes, on the
merit of her top Standardized Test scores and recommendation by her
sixth grade teacher.
She might be a great beauty in the making but she was first and
foremost a nerd. She met the other two friends at a science fair at the
local museum. James and Adam had already been friends for a few weeks,
and when they learned that they would all be at Auburn together they
started hanging out for the last few weeks of the summer.
They were a good match. Evelyn the nerd who couldn’t make
friends with fellow girls because she was both prettier and smarter
than them. Adam the late bloomer struggling with confidence who hid it
behind the veil of a wisecracking clown. Gentle James the thespian, the
boy who was different in a way that Evelyn couldn’t put her
finger on.
They weren’t total misfits, but they were glad to have each
other as the new year began. And what a year it was going to be.
. . .
Tuesday came and Adam and Evelyn were in first period social studies
together. Like all kids what the Naked Program was was on their minds.
They had discussed it briefly as a group before the morning bell but no
one had any insights. None of their parents had either, and calls made
by their folks to the school district were ignored.
Just as they were sitting down together in their first period classroom
Evelyn was given a hall pass by the teacher and told to go to the multi
purpose room.
“Why?” She asked.
“You’ll see.” The teacher said with an
infuriatingly knowing voice.
“Good luck.” Adam said as she stood and slung her
bag over her shoulder.
“I hope I don’t need it.”
She was really nervous as she walked to the MPR, this had to involve
the naked program. What that could mean was too horrible to
contemplate.
“Relax, Evelyn. You are a twelve year old seventh grader,
there is no way they would ever make you do anything like that.
Never.” She said as she left the room.
She repeated these words to herself as she made the long walk from the
classroom to the quad, and from there to the MPR.
Several students were there already when she arrived and a few more
arrived within seconds of her. Dr Ayell was there, as were two of the
school counselors. The room was back to its regular cafeteria
configuration. On several of the tables were blue plastic storage tubs
with names written on white labels. On the benches in front of each tub
was a roller backpack. There appeared to be about three dozen of each.
Evelyn’s sense of apprehension was growing, and she
wasn’t the only one.
“This naked in school thing had better not mean we actually
get naked.” One of the students said.
It didn’t look good. Summoned from class, bins with
people’s names on them…
No. It’s a misunderstanding.
“Everyone find your bin and stand in front of it
please.” Dr Ayell announced.
“What’s this about?” Evelyn asked.
“What do you think, nerd?” One of the local mean
girls said.
“They’re gonna make us take off our
clothes.” A boy she’d never met said.
“No way, they can’t, it’s
illegal.” Evelyn objected, but no one listened.
Evelyn found her bin among all the others and stood in front of it as
instructed. Her heart was pounding in her chest. More students were
arriving and going through the same process of confusion and
apprehension as her.
She pulled out her phone. She texted her mom.
Evelyn: Mom this is gonna sound crazy but I think they’re
about to make us take all our clothes off at school.
Mom: what?! Whatever you do, do not take off your clothes.
Evelyn: I won’t.
Mom: I’m leaving work right now, just hang in there.
Evelyn: K
“Ahem.”
Evelyn looked up to see Dr Ayell standing beside her with his hand
extended for her phone.
“Please I was just texting my mom about this.” She
said.
“Give it here, you can pick it up at the end of the day along
with everything else.” He said.
“What do you mean by everything else?” She asked,
handing it to him.
“It’s pretty obvious, isn’t
it?” He said, putting the phone into his pocket. He walked
away with a smirk.
“No, no, no.” She said, wringing her hands and
frantically looking around.
“Okay that’s everyone, we’re all here.
Listen up please.” Said Dr Ayell’s voice. He was
standing on one of the cafeteria tables so that everyone could see and
hear him, all thirty something students that had arrived and were
standing by their bins.
“Welcome to your participation round in the Naked in School
Program. Let me take away the mystery, and maybe your last hope of
salvation. Those bins are for your clothes and other personal effects.
You will leave this room completely naked. You will not be permitted to
cover yourself with-“
His words were drowned out by a cascade of objections from the
students. Order was restored when one of the counselors blew a whistle.
He stepped forward and introduced himself as Mister Albeck.
“You may not like it but it’s the law. Our state
has passed laws allowing this program to happen, and it’s
been approved by the school board. You don’t have a choice.
Participation is mandatory.” Mr Albeck explained.
“Did our parents consent to this?” A girl asked.
“Your parents do not know. Once they find out they may pitch
a fit or make lawsuits or even pull you out of school. But no matter.
It’s school policy now and an official part of the
curriculum. All homeschool students assigned to Auburn’s
geographical area must also participate by coming to school for a week,
this was also approved by the board. In short, you can’t get
out of this.” He said.
“What about our rights?” A boy asked.
“There is no right to wear clothes, and besides you are
children still, your rights are limited, especially when it comes to
your education.”
“Please, go into this with an open mind. This is meant to be
a good thing, a beautiful thing. Be proud of your body, be eager to
show it off to others. Be happy when people stare and point, because
they are admiring you.” Dr Ayell said, taking the reins back
from Mr Albeck.
“I don’t wanna get naked!” A girl
complained.
“If you do not you will fail the grade and have to repeat it
until you do. Do you want that?” Dr Ayell said.
“Is this some kind of a sick joke?” A boy asked.
Dr Ayell sighed. “No. Now we are short on time, I want you
all back in your first period classes as soon as we can. Once again,
this is completely legal, and completely mandatory. As I said yesterday
all rules about unwanted sexual contact are doubly in force.
“Some ground rules. One, you cannot cover yourself with
anything at all. That’s why we’ve given you these
strapless roller bags. Long hair must be behind the shoulders at all
times. You will only be allowed to wear shoes and ankle high socks, but
nothing else. This includes all jewelry and accessories.
“Ladies, if you are on your period now or likely to begin
during this week please come see me to get a one time deferral to next
week, but if we find out you are lying you will get a month of Saturday
detention as penalty.”
“But everyone will see us!” Came an objection.
“Yes, that’s the point.” Dr Ayell said
with a hint of irritation.
“You won’t get away with this!” Came
another voice.
“The next person who objects will be given a Saturday
detention.” Dr Ayell said bluntly. It was clear that he was
starting to get annoyed that his students weren’t naked yet.
“Your week starts now. You must be naked from the first bell
until the last bell starting today and ending at the end of school next
Monday. You can arrive naked if you wish or you can arrive dressed and
deposit your clothes in your bin which from now on will be stored
against the far wall. Any final questions?” He said.
Basically everyone raised their hands.
“I was being rhetorical. I’ve told you everything
you need to know. Anyone still wearing clothes in five minutes will get
a Saturday detention. The counselors and I will assist anyone having
difficulty.” He declared.
There really was no way out of it. Her mom said not to take her clothes
off, but if what they said was true she really had no choice. She did
not want to get a Saturday detention.
With a sob Evelyn started unbuttoning her blouse. Around her other
students were timidly starting to undo belts, buttons, and shoe laces.
A few were still completely adamant in their defiance of the order to
strip.
Evelyn pulled her blouse off, revealing her training bra and the shape
of the small breasts they covered. She erupted in goosebumps.
She noticed a boy watching her, who hadn’t begun to undress
himself.
“Hey you gotta get naked too, stop watching me.”
Evelyn objected. The boy blushed and turned away.
One of the students attempted to flee the MPR but was detained by the
counselors. He was dragged back to his bin. Once there the two
counselors and the principal began to forcibly strip the crying boy.
They ripped where they had to and one by one his clothes came off.
Every student in the room was watching the spectacle.
The boy was a seventh grader, Evelyn shared a class with him. Mike was
his name, she suddenly recalled. He was a kind looking boy with sandy
brown hair and freckles. He was wearing a white long sleeve shirt and
blue jeans. That is until the staff members tore them from his body
while he cried and struggled in vain.
And then Mike was naked. He lay on the cold linoleum of the MPR shaking
and sobbing, with not a stitch of clothing on him.
“Hey! Your five minutes are nearly up, chop chop
chop!” Dr Ayell said to the room at large.
Evelyn immediately began to strip, now fearing Mike’s fate as
much as the prospect of detention. She peeled off her shoes and
stockings and then her skirt, leaving her in only underwear. She looked
around and saw everyone else frantically stripping to avoid incurring
the wrath of Dr Ayell.
She took and deep breath and without thinking she quickly pulled off
her bra and panties, giving herself no time to second guess or
hesitate. She was naked. Naked in a room with over three dozen people
in it. She used her hands to cover her girl parts while her arms
covered her breasts, but she was keenly aware of her bare buttocks
exposed to the whole room. She was naked!
It was a nightmare come to life. The naked dream come to fruition.
One by one everyone else finished stripping, with only a glance by Dr
Ayell and his counselors being enough to frighten holdouts into taking
off the last of their clothes.
Once everyone was naked they stood around, covering themselves, waiting
for a dismissal of some kind.
“Well done. Please try to enjoy this, it wasn’t
meant to be traumatic, even Mike here will come around. Place your
school stuff into your roller bags and leave your regular bags in your
bins. After that, return to your first period class. Remember, no
covering yourself with anything, including hands or arms.” Dr
Ayell said.
Evelyn was crying tears of embarrassment, she wasn’t the only
one. She clumsily transferred her belongings and then closed the lid on
the bin that now contained her clothes and bag. She put her shoes back
on but not her socks since they were stockings.
She was acutely aware of her exposed hairless vulva as she worked. She
was surprised that the boys around her looked just as horrified. Boys
were always less modest than girls, right?
If she weren’t so preoccupied by her own nudity she would
have been fascinated by the little and not so little penises that
swayed when the boys walked and the hanging scrotums that jiggled in
rhythm. Or else the perky nipples of the girls that were a visual
reminder that it was a cool fall morning. But just now all Evelyn could
do was think about herself. Every eyeball in the room was surely on
her.
The thirty five naked students slowly and timidly left the MPR, wearing
nothing but their shoes. Evelyn noticed Mike still on the floor. He was
no longer weeping and he’d shifted into a sitting position.
He cupped his boy parts in his hands, in defiance of the order against
covering yourself.
“Hey, come on, let’s get out of here.”
Evelyn said awkwardly, holding out a hand to help him to his feet.
He shook his head and averted his gaze from her naked body.
“Come on Mike, do you want to a make Dr Ayell mad
again?” She asked.
He shook his head again but still didn’t take her hand.
“He’s coming this way.” She said. It was
the truth, Dr Ayell was shooing the stragglers out of the room and
he’d noticed the two of them remaining behind.
Mike turned his eyes to the direction she was looking. His eyes went
wide at the sight of the principal striding towards them. He looked
back at her, and then took her hand. She pulled him to a standing
position. The naked boy shivered a bit and Evelyn noticed goosebumps
all over his boyish body. He was still covering himself but it was
progress.
Evelyn transferred his school stuff into his roller bag for him. Mike
regained enough composure to clumsily slip his feet inside his shoes
while she did this.
“You can walk right behind me if you want.” She
said.
“Thank you.” He said. He seemed to remember the
rule about not covering himself and noticed that Evelyn
wasn’t doing it. He timidly let his hands fall to his sides.
Evelyn couldn’t help but look. He was hairless down there
like she was, but his boyhood was a good size for his age, maybe the
size of a glue stick. Evelyn didn’t know the difference
between circumcised and uncircumcised yet, but if she did she would
have noticed that he was the former, like most boys. She averted her
eyes when he noticed her stare, and then saw that he was likewise
looking at her private parts.
“Come on.” She said, to break the awkward silence.
He nodded and followed a half step behind her as they left the MPR.
“I fucking hate this.” He groaned.
“I do too.” She said.
The outside was even colder than the inside and Evelyn’s
sense of exposure increased as the crisp fall air caressed her. She
shivered.
“Nice ass, slut.” Said the mean girl who had spoken
to her earlier.
Evelyn ignored her and kept walking, with Mike close behind. A moment
later she heard Dr Ayell assigning her a Saturday detention for
bullying. Evelyn almost smiled.
She walked Mike to his class. Every step they took she was looking for
watchers, around every corner she expected to find crowds of people
waiting to see her. The halls were empty however, aside from one
clothed boy with a bathroom hall pass who gave out a surprised
“holy shit!” when he saw them.
When they arrived at Mike’s class she wished him luck as he
entered the room where he’d be the only naked person. Now she
was alone, which was somehow better and worse.
When she got back to her first class the period was halfway over. She
opened the door and entered.
They students must have been warned that this would happen since the
room didn’t immediately erupt into chaos. There was however
some excited talk among the students as she entered.
She covered herself instinctively, hiding her nakedness from the eyes
of her peers.
“Take a seat, please, we were just discussing the discovery
of the Americas and the early colonial efforts by Spain and
Portugal.” The teacher said, deliberately ignoring the
elephant in the room.
As she hurried to her seat she heard whispers of “damn she
really is naked,” and “holy shit they better not
make me do that.”
Adam’s eyes were as big as quarters as she sat beside him.
The teacher put a packet of notes in front of her.
“So it’s true.” He said.
“I don’t want to talk about it.” She
said. Everyone was watching her. She was naked! All she wanted was to
run away, get away. But she made herself stay seated. She learned
nothing during the second half of class, she barely heard a word the
teacher said.
When the bell rang Adam hung back with her.
“So will everyone have to, you know…”
She nodded. “I think so. I was just unlucky enough to go
first. Adam I’m naked.”
“Is it weird if I say you’re really
pretty?” He asked.
“Yes it’s weird, I’m naked.”
She said.
“I’m sorry this happened to you.” He
said.
“Just stop LOOKING AT ME!” She snapped.
Adam took a step back, shocked. Before he could say anything Evelyn
pushed past him and hurried out into the crowded hallway.
Adam took out his phone and texted James.
Adam: Hey the naked in school program is real they’re making
students go naked all day.
James: yeah I know it’s crazy. I’m really freaked
out. A boy in my first period class came in naked. WBU.
Adam: Evelyn is one of them, we have first period together.
James: holy shit. This is awkward.
Adam: especially for you, I know you like her.
James: shut it.
Adam: fuck I’m freaked out too.
James: not as much as me.
Adam: Evelyn isn’t handling it real well.
James: would you?
That day at lunch Evelyn joined them and ignored James and
Adam’s expressions as she sat with them in the MPR. Her day
had been hell so far, stared at and whispered about. It
wasn’t fair. Every class was a trial, she was naked. Naked
and exposed. Her whole body was on display.
She wondered why of all the boys she’d been around that day
James and Adam were the only ones that didn’t have bulges in
their pants.
Over the course of the day she’d become quite familiar with
male erections. She’d seen several of the naked boys walking
around with their penises sticking straight out. Basically every
clothed boy she encountered also appeared to be erect under their
pants, but not her best friends. She was very grateful for that.
James was obviously the more embarrassed of the two to be in the
presence of a naked girl. He could barely speak in coherent sentences.
It was kind of cute, actually. She didn’t tell anyone but she
had a huge crush on him. The fact that she made him speechless somehow
made being naked a tiny bit less bad than it had been.
“I’m sorry I shouted at you Adam.” She
said toward the end of the lunch period.
“It’s okay I’d be angry too.”
He said.
“This fucking sucks.” She said.
“I don’t look forward to taking my turn.”
Adam said.
“Nor me.” James said.
“My mom always said boys were less shy than girls, she said
boys love to wave their dicks around.” Evelyn said.
The boys scoffed. “Your mom’s full of
shit.” Adam said.
“She said she was leaving work, but I haven’t seen
her yet. I wonder if she got here. My phone got taken away so I
can’t ask her.” She said.
“I’ll text her.” James offered.
They’d swapped parental contact numbers shortly before school
began.
James: Hey it’s James Evelyn’s friend. She got her
phone taken away. She wants to know if you got here.
Eve’s mom: Yes but they told me how it was mandatory and if I
pulled her out she’d just have to do it again. I’m
not happy about it, but for now we have to accept it. I went back to
work. Tell her to stay strong for me. How’s she holding up?
James relayed the information.
“I’m okay. It sucks and I hate it but I’m
not dying.” Evelyn said.
James dutifully repeated the message.
Eve’s Mom: Good to know. Take care of her for me, protect
her.
James: I will.
Eve’s Mom: You’re a good friend. I know
she’ll be there for you on your turn.
James: can we have lunch sometime, just the two of us, without Eve?
There’s something I should tell you.
Eve’s Mom: yeah, I guess. How’s Friday after
school?
James: Fine. See you then.
Eve’s Mom: thanks again.
After lunch it was fifth period, the class Evelyn shared with Mike. By
fifth period students were starting to grow more used to their naked
peers, but this class had two bare students in it when most had one.
Mike and Evelyn did not sit together, but they made eye contact.
Mike’s eyes were red and his expression was gaunt. Evelyn
knew both would be true of her as well.
Fifth period was advanced biology. Like all the classes before Evelyn
couldn’t focus because everyone was looking at her, well
almost everyone. Some people were looking at Mike. He wasn’t
bad looking, if Evelyn was honest with herself. Hypocritically she
found her eyes lingering on him, when she herself despised the staring
eyes upon her.
The teacher, a young woman named Miss Lopez, called Mike to answer a
question on the whiteboard. Several students tried to suppress laughter
at the idea of Mike the naked boy having to stand in front of the whole
class. Two of them received detentions as punishment by Miss Lopez who
handed down the penalty without hesitation.
In contrast to his earlier terror Mike bravely stood from his desk. As
soon as he did more laughter erupted, as he had a full erection. Two
more detentions were summarily handed down by the teacher who was not
standing for any mockery of her naked students.
“Would you like relief, Mike? I can see you need
it.” Miss Lopez said.
“What is relief?” He asked shyly.
“It’s a feature of the program. Any student
participating in their naked week may seek relief at any time.
Orgasm.” She explained.
“What’s an orgasm?” He asked.
More students started to laugh but a stern look was all it took to
silence them at once, since four detentions had already been handed
down and no one wanted to be the fifth.
“You were taught rudimentary Sex Ed last year
weren’t you?” Miss Lopez asked.
Mike nodded.
“An orgasm is the pleasure you feel after a successful sex
act. Do you masturbate, Mike? Most boys do.” She said.
Mike was obviously uncomfortable (aside from standing before his class
completely naked), and he blushed.
“See? This is why we need the program. Mike, there is nothing
to be ashamed about at all. Your whole body is beautiful and you
deserve to enjoy every part of it. I’ll give you extra credit
if you get relief right now.” She said.
“You want me to masturbate?” He asked uncertainly.
His erection had not diminished.
“That, or ask someone in the class to do it for you. Does
anyone volunteer?”
No one answered.
“Well Mike you can answer the question and sit back down or
you can relieve yourself right now, it’s your
choice.” Miss Lopez continued.
For some reason Evelyn couldn’t take her eyes off his little
erection. His boyish penis sticking out above his smooth, round
testicles. She found herself wishing she could touch them.
“I volunteer.” She said, before her brain could
catch up with her mouth.
“Thank you Evelyn, that’s kind of you. And
it’s even better that you’re naked too. Mike, will
you let Evelyn relieve you?” She asked.
“I’m not sure…” he said.
“Oh come on, you’re obviously horny as hell, in
fact I insist on it, it won’t do to have you sitting in class
with an erection like that. Give it a try.” Miss Lopez said.
“Well… Evelyn was nice to me before, so okay, I
guess.” He said.
“Excellent! Make it quick though we still have a lot of class
work to do.”
Mike came to her, crossing the room with his erection swaying back and
forth as he walked. A few giggles followed but no one laughed.
Mike stood uncertainly in front of where she sat, his beautiful little
erection near eye level.
Evelyn reached out and grabbed his penis gently. He gasped at her
touch.
“I’ve never done this before.” She said.
“I kind of do it like this.” He said, demonstrating
the typical masturbation technique.
Another detention was awarded for laughing students. Evelyn found
herself thinking that the MPR where after school detentions occurred
was going to be very full that afternoon.
Evelyn tried to emulate the motion from her position in front of him.
She also took the liberty of cupping his scrotum in her other hand,
feeling each of his little balls with her fingers. To his credit he
bravely stood there and let it happen. A lesser boy might pull away out
of embarrassment. Evelyn thought that he would have for anyone else but
her. But she had helped him get it together that morning so there was a
connection. That and she was naked too.
The whole class watched with rapt attention. She grew bolder and more
vigorous in the way she moved her hand up and down his penis, which fit
neatly into her hand. It was fun and enthralling, masturbating Mike in
class, touching his boyhood was a million times better than looking at
it.
He began to shake and moan. Her rubbing got faster and then he moaned
even louder, almost a shout, as he orgasmed into her hand. Ropes of
white goo came out of his penis as waves of pleasure shook the young
boy’s body. Evelyn remembered that it was called semen.
Enough came out to make a small puddle in the palm of her hand. His
erection quickly shrank back down to normal size.
“Well done Evelyn, well done Mike.” Miss Lopez
said. She brought them a box of tissues and a bottle of hand sanitizer
to clean up with.
“Thanks.” Mike said with a small smile.
Evelyn wiped up her hands and then took the liberty of cleaning up
Mike’s sticky penis. Mike returned to his desk with everyone
staring at him in wonder.
Evelyn spent the rest of the day thinking that this program might not
be so terrible after all. She wondered how her two best friends would
handle their weeks.
Of the two she wasn’t sure who would have a worse time of it.
Adam who tried so hard to hide his insecurities, or James who sometimes
seemed more like a girl than a boy. In both cases Evelyn expected it to
be a transformative experience for them.
How right she was.
. . .
Chapter Two
. . .
That Friday James and Evelyn’s mom met for lunch. She
insisted everyone call her by her first name, Lillian. As promised
Evelyn wasn’t there. Lillian had made up some ruse for why
she was out, figuring Evelyn would find it odd that she went to lunch
with James without her. They met at a local mexican fast food place
known for its burritos. Lillian was in every way the stereotypical
suburban late thirties working professional mom.
“Evelyn is holding up really well.” She said as
they sat down with their food.
“Yeah she hated it at first but I think she kinda likes it
now.” James said.
“I’ve filed every complaint and motion I can with
every educational authority in the district and state and the
answer’s been the same. Everyone must do it, no one can get
out if it, and there’s nothing I can do.” Lillian
said.
James sighed. “Damn government sometimes.”
Lillian shrugged. “Maybe they’re right, maybe it
does do the kids good. Hardly any point now Lillian’s almost
done, and like you said she’s starting to enjoy it a
little.”
“Well once everyone has seen you naked for four days I think
you get used to it.” James said.
“Now, James I don’t want to put you in an awkward
position but I’ve heard some rumours about kids freely doing
sexual things with each other on campus. Is it true? Don’t
worry no one’s going to get in any trouble if you tell me the
truth, I just want to know.”
He nodded. “I’ve seen it happen. Mostly between
naked kids but also sometimes between naked kids and clothed kids. I
guess the rules about decency and whatever are still in effect for
clothed people, but during your naked week you can do whatever you want
with anyone and you won’t get in trouble.”
“Has Evelyn done these things?”
Here James paused. She’d heard about Evelyn and Mike in
Biology class. And then there was that time at lunch when
she…
“James?” Lillian said, snapping him out of his
recollection.
“Uh, I don’t know.” He lied.
Lillian wasn’t fooled.
“I’m her mother, I need to know. I told you
she’s not in any trouble and neither are you, I just need to
know.” She said kindly.
“Well, at lunch, yesterday, she uh, did things to herself
with a vibrator.” James said, spitting the last words out
quickly.
It was a lie, of sorts. In reality he and Adam had taken turns
pleasuring Evelyn with it by her own request. He vividly remembered
exploring Evelyn’s vagina, vulva, and labia with the
vibrator, feasting his eyes on the sight while she wriggled and
convulsed with delight. It was done at lunch in an empty classroom,
just the three of them.
Lillian choked on her burrito, snapping James out of his recollection,
“What? Where’d she get a vibrator?”
“Dr Ayell, the principal, gave it to her. He said he was
proud of how she had done in the program so far.”
“And what does doing well in the program mean? And who is
Mike? I over heard her talking on the phone with someone named Mike
yesterday.”
A bitter lump formed in James’ throat at these words. Another
reminder. Mike and Evelyn had become naked buddies, spending a lot of
time together. James tried not to be jealous but couldn’t
manage it.
“She… she jacked Mike off in biology class on
Tuesday, it was the teacher’s idea. I guess Mike had an
erection and they were both in class together and-”
Lillian put up her hand to stop him. “You don’t
need to say any more. This program… I can’t believe
they actually encourage let alone allow kids to do these things.
Evelyn’s still a child, she shouldn’t be thinking
about these things yet. Besides I know how awkward this must be for
you, I know how you feel about her.”
Now it was James’ turn to choke on his burrito. Lillian
chuckled.
“I don’t-” James sputtered but was
silenced by another hand motion.
“Please, anyone who sees the way you look at her can tell.
You’d be cute together, you only need to to tell her how you
feel, she feels the same way about you. In fact I assumed
that’s what you asked me here to tell me, that you like my
daughter.” She said.
James was red in the face. “It’s actually,
something else.”
“Oh? Well then do tell, don’t leave me in
suspense.” Lillian said.
“It’s just well, I’m not actually
a… well I mean I am but I’m also
not…”
“Not what, dear? Spit it out, it’s okay you can
tell me anything.” Lillian said, putting a hand on
James’ arm.
“I’m transgender.” He said, spitting the
words out quickly before he could chicken out.
Lillian’s eyes went wide. “Oh. Well…
i’m not sure what to say, um…”
“You don’t have to say anything. No one but my
parent’s know. I was born a girl, and I still have a
girl’s body parts. But I’m a boy. When we moved
here I decided to transition because no one would know that I used to
be called Jamie and was a girl.” He said.
“Okay, wow, that’s a surprise… so you
have a crush on my daughter but you’re actually a girl?
That’s what you wanted to tell me?” Lillian asked.
“No, I’m not actually a girl, I’m a boy.
I just have a vagina in between my legs. But I can’t tell
Evelyn that I like her without telling her that I was born a girl
first. I wanted to tell you first, I’m not sure why, but I
thought you should know first.” He said.
“Oh, sweetie, I’m glad you told me. You were very
brave to do that, and i’m glad you did. You are a beautiful,
handsome boy, a fine young man, regardless of how you were
born.” Lillian said, taking James’ hand in hers.
James sniffled and wiped his eyes with his free hand. “Thank
you for accepting me.”
“But it does raise the problem of the program.”
Lillian said.
“Yeah I know. When they make me go through it everyone will
see that I have a girl’s body, they’ll think that
I’m a girl and not a boy. They don’t understand.
I’m scared.” He said.
“Maybe if you explain it to them, tell them that you
don’t want to be outed by your nudity they would
understand.” Lillian suggested.
James scoffed. “Fat chance of that. They said everyone has to
go through. Not even the school knows I was born a girl, my parents put
me down as a boy when I registered for school, they can do that now
because of the law.”
“It is a pickle, that’s for sure. I’m
sorry you have to go through this sweetie, having your body exposed and
your secret along with it. You’re James, the boy my daughter
likes, but after you spend a whole week naked it will be hard to go
back to being James.” Lillian said.
“I’ll still be James, and if my friends are really
my friends they’ll still call me James and not care what
I’ve got between my legs. Everyone else can go fuck
themselves.” James said.
Lillian laughed out loud. “If my daughter said those words in
public she’d be leaving with a stinging red cheek.”
“I’m still scared. Really, really
scared.” James admitted.
“I’ll be there for you, so will Evelyn. So will
Adam. Your parents too, I hope. You’ll get through this.
You’ve probably got months and months to prepare. Evelyn got
chosen first by chance but that doesn’t mean you’ll
be next.” Lillian said.
“But I could be!” James said, a little louder than
he meant to.
“I think you should tell Adam and Evelyn. Together, at the
same time. Sooner rather than later, just in case you are picked in the
next week or two. That way it’s not a surprise to them when
they see you naked.” Lillian said.
“I will. How about tomorrow?” James said.
“Okay, I’ll let Evelyn know you need her to be at
your place, maybe noon?” Lillian said.
James nodded. “I’ll ask Adam myself. Thank you for
your advice and kind words.” He said.
“Of course, and know that no matter what happens you will
always be James.” She said.
“Always James.”
. . .
Adam was standing naked in his room, looking at his body in the full
length closet mirror.
He hated it.
His pudgy belly, his four foot eleven frame, his completely hairless
armpits and groin, and his tiny little boy penis that when hard was
barely three inches long and much smaller when soft.
When would puberty start to show? The only thing he had to show for his
age was his voice which was starting to change. But in all other
respects he was still a little kid, even though he was thirteen years
old.
He grabbed his loose and dangly scrotum that hung lower than the tip of
his tiny little dick.
“Hey, you in there, you’ve got a job to do, get to
it. Start pumping out that testosterone, please.” He said to
his testicles.
He sighed in disgust at his reflection. The prior four days at school
had highlighted his woefully inadequate development. Seeing boys and
girls walking around school butt naked had shown him what he should
look like at his age, which contrasted sharply with what he saw in the
mirror.
If he didn't start developing fast he was going to be the laughing
stock of Auburn when it was his turn to go naked. The thought made him
sick to his stomach.
He knew James was nervous too. Adam was curious what his best friend
looked like naked. The program at school had eliminated all mystery of
the human body to him but he wondered how he compared to James. James
looked just as boyish as he did, almost like a girl.
As for Evelyn… wow. Spending time with her during her week
was an eye opening experience. No longer did the naked female form hold
any mystery to them. She had hated it at first and lashed out at them,
but since then she’d grown used to it.
But she was developed, with growing breasts, and was tall for her age,
beautiful. Whereas he was none of those things. He had only mockery to
look forward to on his week, whenever it came. He prayed for his week
to be at the end of the year to give his underachieving testicles time
to catch up.
Evelyn had thanked them for being so normal around her, and
particularly for not having raging erections near her like every other
boy did. She rewarded them for this by letting them take turns using
the vibrator on her. That had been an experience, making a girl orgasm
for the first time. Well, first time they had made a girl orgasm, no
doubt she’d done so to herself many times.
The truth was he did have an erection while in Evelyn’s
presence, pretty much non stop. To his eternal shame his penis
wasn’t big enough to make a visible bulge in his pants, so
she thought he was more virtuous than he actually was.
He wondered what James’ excuse was. Not gay, he
didn’t have an erection while around naked boys in the
program, nor did his eyes linger on their boy parts like
Evelyn’s eyes did (though she tried to hide it). Maybe he was
just a virtuous friend and didn’t get hard when his naked
friend was near him. Somewhat spitefully Adam hoped that maybe
James’ penis was also small like his and they both had secret
boners around Evelyn.
It was as he was having these thoughts that his phone chimed from his
bedside table where it was charging.
Still naked he pulled it from its charger and saw a text from James.
James: I need you at my place tomorrow. Important.
Adam: Did You find out you’re going naked next week?
James: No. They don’t tell you ahead of time.
Adam: So what’s up?
James: Just come over and I’ll explain it then. Eve is coming
too.
Adam: Is this a clothing optional event?
James: Stop screwing around, I'm being serious. Tomorrow, noon. Be
there.
Adam: btw I’m naked right now.
James: why did you feel the need to tell me that?
Adam: idk, I guess everything at school.
James: this shit is hard enough without you making it a joke. Just come
on Saturday.
Adam: sure thing. Later bro.
Adam put his phone down and wondered what was on James’ mind.
Maybe it was just a video game session, but it sounded more serious
than that.
Adam cleared Saturday with his folks and then resumed brooding on his
no good terrible awful very lame body.
. . .
Saturday afternoon came and James’ friend dutifully arrived
at his house. She invited them in and let them take turns playing Mario
Kart while she plucked up the nerve to say what she must. Her parents
had tactfully retreated to the basement to watch the TV down there,
allowing James privacy with his friends. They were in the sunny living
room, sitting on the leather sofa in front of the unrealistically large
TV on the wall.
After a few races on the game Adam paused it. “So, obviously
something is on your mind James. Spit it out.” He said.
“Yeah I don’t think you wanted to play games with
us.” Evelyn agreed.
“Okay, well, um, there’s something I should tell
you.” He said.
But as it turned out he waited too long. His coming out was interrupted
by the doorbell.
“James can you get that?” Came his dad’s
voice from the basement.
James answered the door and beheld none other than Dr Ayell the
principal without.
“Hello James.” He said pleasantly.
“Uh, hello.” He said, entirely nonplussed by the
presence of his principal at his house, on a Saturday.
“I would like to have a word with you and your parents,
please.” He said.
“Who are you?” Came his Dad’s voice as he
appeared behind his son at the door.
“Ah, Mr Harcourt, I am Dr Sam Ayell, your…
son’s… principal.” He said.
James did not like the pause when he said “son.”
Nor did his Dad, it seemed.
“Is there something that you want?” He asked.
“A few minutes of your time. May I come inside?” Dr
Ayell asked.
“Yeah I suppose.” His dad said. He steered James by
the shoulders away from the door and into the sitting room. Dr Ayell
followed.
“Why don’t you two go down into the basement for a
few minutes, get yourselves sodas from the minifridge.” His
dad said to James’ two friends who were looking at their
principal quizzically.
“They should stay, I think they should be here for this as
well.” Dr Ayell said.
James Dad bristled, not appreciating being trumped in authority in his
own home, but did not argue the point. Jame’s Mom appeared
and was brought up to speed on who Dr Ayell was.
Together the six of them filled up the seating space in the living
room. There was an awkward silence.
“Mr and Mrs Harcourt it has come to my attention that you
lied on your daughter’s registration form when she enrolled
at Auburn Middle school.” Dr Ayell said to break the silence.
No, no, not like this. James thought to himself. Anything but this. She
wasn’t seriously about to be outed by her principal when she
was moments away from doing it herself, was she? Surely the universe
would not be so cruel as that.
It was. “It seems James’ birth name was Jamie, and
you neglected one other important detail as well.” He
continued.
“No, we didn’t. State law allows us to leave off
certain demographic information to protect privacy, I looked it
up.” Mr Harcourt said.
Dr Ayell sighed. He reached into his briefcase and pulled out a form.
“This is Jame’s registration form. It is clear that
you did not read it thoroughly. It says right here and I quote:
“State Law 1.112.6 which came into effect on July 31st of
this year nullifies the previous laws regarding student privacy in
certain schools that are labeled as ‘experimental educational
institutions, including Auburn Middle School, meaning that all
questions are to be answered truly and completely, under penalty of
perjury.” He read.
“Now wait just one minute-”
Dr Ayell cut him off. “You are guilty of perjury Mr and Mrs
Harcourt. But I acknowledge that forms like this are a pain to read and
that you meant no harm by it. You failed to mention relevant facts
about James, whose legal name is still Jamie by the way, which
endangers the scientific validity of the program we are running. That
is why we required that information, and that is why I am here
today.”
“Don’t you fucking dare.” Mr Harcourt
said.
“Do you deny that Jamie Harcourt, also known as James
Harcourt was born a girl and has not undergone gender reassignment
surgery or hormone replacement therapy?” He continued.
James died on the inside at the shocked expressions on his
friend’s faces. Dr Ayell was a cruel sadist to make them stay
for this. He wanted to out him in front of his friends.
“Fuck you, you miserable bastard.” Mr Harcourt
seethed.
“Really, I’m just setting the record straight. By
the looks of things not even Jamie’s so called friends know
the truth that she is actually a girl.” Dr Ayell said mildly.
“I’m a boy!” James
shouted.
“Fine, I believe you. Transgender acceptance is part of the
program after all. But we needed to know that information.”
He said.
“We would have told you if we’d known a sick and
twisted program like this run by a cruel bastard like you was happening
this year!” Mr Harcourt said.
“You’re, you’re a girl?” Adam
asked incredulously.
“No I. am. a. BOY.” James said with anger and
hatred in his heart.
“Why didn’t you tell us?” Evellyn asked
in a hurt voice.
“I was going to tell you today, that’s why I had
you over. I didn’t want it to happen like this.” He
said.
“Well in any event, this brings me to the second reason I am
here.” Dr Ayell said, fishing a three ring binder from his
briefcase.
“This is the official policies and procedures document for
the Naked in School Program. It says under section three, paragraph a
that, and I quote, students identified as being LGBT+ or otherwise non
sex/gender normative, are subject to the following additional policies
and procedures:
“One: that due to the difficulty in adolescents to form and
accept their own body image when they are LGBT+ or otherwise, they may
be required, at the administrator’s discretion, to undergo as
many participation weeks as necessary.
“Two: that the standard policy of randomization in their
scheduling is discarded. The administrator may order a student of this
type to undergo a naked week whenever that administrator believes that
doing so is necessary for either that student or their peers to
complete program objectives regarding LGBT+ acceptance.”
Here he paused for effect. Most of what he had said had gone in one ear
and out the other, it was just a bunch of legal gobbledygook, but what
James did understand did not sound good in the least.
“And finally, under section five, paragraph A that, and again
I quote: If a student is showing difficulty in accepting themselves or
others their naked week(s) may be enhanced in any or or all of the
following ways, at the administrator’s discretion:
“One: if not otherwise permitted by being LGBT+, a student
falling into this category may be required to complete additional naked
weeks concurrently with their regularly schedules one until the
administrator believes they have grown and matured along the
program’s guidelines.
“Two: the administrator may order that student to go naked in
all places, not just on school grounds, and at all times, not just
school hours, for the duration of their week(s). Enforcement shall be
at the Administrator’s discretion.”
There was another long pause.
“So what did all that legal jargon even mean?” Mr
Harcourt asked.
“The long and the short of it is I can make James do as many
naked weeks as I want, whenever I want, and I can make him stay naked
the entire week, at home, and in public 24/7.” He answered.
James nearly fainted. It was too horrible to consider.
“This cannot be legal.” Mr Harcourt said.
“I am quite sure it is. You can read the state laws, the
school board minutes where we approved this program, and of course the
full text of the policies and procedures and official program
curriculum on the district website and hard copies can be requested at
the main office.” He answered.
“And I assume that you’re here to heap further
humiliations upon my son by making him do this?” Mr Harcourt
said.
“Oh be reasonable, it’s my intention to help him
grow, become a happier adult. It’s obvious he still
hasn’t accepted himself or else he would have told his
friends, and being that she is LGBT I have the right under the policies
I just read to you to do this. It’s for his own
good.” Dr Ayell answered.
“Reasonable? The only reasonable course of action is that you
fuck off and leave us all hell alone.” Mr Harcourt said.
Dr Ayell sighed. “Please, Mr Harcourt. You are guilty of
perjury since you didn’t read the form you were filling out
and omitted information that the law required that you enter. I would
really hate to file an official police report, that would be a hassle
and a headache for everyone, wouldn’t it? So why
don’t we come to an agreement, you stop complaining about
this and let it happen, as if you could actually stop it, and I will
let your perjury be forgotten. How’s that sound?”
There was silence. James was strongly considering making a break for
the door, his mother was looking at her phone in disinterest, his dad
was staring daggers at the principal, and his two friends were staring
at the paused video game with blank expressions.
When no one spoke Dr Ayell correctly took this to be a victory. He
clapped his hands on this thighs and smiled.
“So! Now that that’s settled there’s only
one thing left to do.”
“No. Please Dr Ayell, I’ll do anything.”
James pleaded.
“The only thing I want you to do is strip. Everything off,
same rules as at school, let’s go.” He said.
“You can’t enforce it.” His dad said.
“Oh but I can. James must be photographed once every hour
until school begins on Monday. Every picture must be posted to an album
on Auburn’s official Facebook page. A reasonable gap will be
allowed for sleeping. The picture must clearly show that he is
completely naked. If this is not done I will exercise my authority to
keep James under mandatory nudity for even longer.” He
explained.
“You are one sick son of a bitch.” Mr Harcourt
said.
“Maybe, but I’m also running out of patience.
James, strip. Now.” He said.
James was sobbing. He knew that there was no way out of it and to
continue defying the order would only make it worse. He stood.
“I’m sorry kiddo.” Mr Harcourt said.
“At least you tried.” He said, looking over at his
mom who hadn’t spoken a word and was still playing a game on
her phone.
“James, no matter what you’re still our
friend.” Evelyn said. Adam nodded.
James choked back some more tears and started to strip. This had been
in his nightmares every night since the program began and now it was
coming true.
He removed his long sleeve shirt first, revealing an ace bandage that
he used to squish his small breasts into his chest to disguise their
existence. He was too young for hormonal therapy or surgery so he could
only watch as biology took its course and gave him breasts that he
neither needed nor wanted.
He unwrapped the bandage, freeing his nascent breasts from captivity.
They were small and perky, red from their confinement and marked with
the texture of the fabric. Adam ogled them in amazement. James
didn’t blame him, until five minutes earlier he had no idea
that James had the body of a girl.
Next went his shoes and socks. This part of him at least was exactly
the same as everyone else’s.
He dropped his jeans to his ankles and stepped out of them. He was
already feeling so exposed, standing there in his boy’s boxer
shorts.
With a groan he peeled the final piece of clothing off, leaving him
standing in the living room completely naked. He shivered and covered
his girl parts with his hands. He was naked! Worse even still his
girl’s body was on display for everyone to see. His vulva and
breasts were visible proof that he wasn’t blessed to have the
body that he should have. They were reminders that he had once been
Jaime instead of James.
There came the shutter sound of a smartphone camera. Dr Ayell had taken
a picture of him. He started to cry in earnest, it was so unfair. He
was naked! Naked and being photographed.
“One photo an hour. I just took the first for you. I will be
checking. Remember, naked at school too just like a regular week. Good
day to you.” Dr Ayell said, and as suddenly as he had arrived
he was gone.
James immediately pulled his boxers and T-shirt back on, grateful for
the covering.
“He said that you gotta be naked the whole time.”
Adam reminded him.
“Fuck that, I’m staying dressed until I have to
take photos. That perverted son of a bitch. I hate him.”
James said, his indignity turning to anger.
“Maybe you should go naked full time. It’ll make it
easier when school starts on Monday. And it will be easier than having
to strip all the time.” Evelyn suggested.
“Hey now wait a minute young lady.” His dad said in
response to Evelyn’s words.
“It’s really not so bad once you get used to it.
It’s horrible at first but once everyone has seen you and you
spend all day naked for four straight days it stops sucking. I mean it
still does but I think it’ll be a lot easier for James if
she, he, just goes all in and stays naked.” Evelyn explained.
“What do you think, Adam?” James asked.
Meanwhile Adam was having an internal struggle of his own. James, a
girl! Well, a boy. He was taught to respect trans people and treat them
as they wanted to be treated, which was just like a regular boy, girl,
man or woman. But neither could anything go back to the way it was
before. He’d now seen both of his best friend’s
private parts.
At least this explained why James didn’t have an erection
around Evelyn. He didn’t have a penis at all. It also
explained why he was so reluctant to tell Evelyn how he felt. He
wondered if they could ever be a couple.
And even though he felt horrible about it he was a tad jealous that
James was better developed than he. He even had a small amount of pubic
hair which even Evelyn lacked. In his wildest dreams he could not have
imagined seeing so many naked vaginas in his life, let alone having two
of them belong to his best friends.
He recentered himself when his opinion was asked.
“Uh, I don’t know.” He said lamely.
“I think you need to have some private time with your
friends.” Mr Hardourt said, taking his borderline catatonic
wife by the arm and retreating to the basement once more.
“I want to thank you guys for being such good
friends.” James said, sitting down in between them on the
sofa.
“I feel so bad for being terrified of my week. Evelyn learned
to like it and you’re trans so it’s harder for you,
but I’ve got no good reason to be scared. But I
am.” Adam said.
“You’re scared because of how you look.”
Evelyn said.
“I hate my body!” Adam said, almost shouting.
“I know the feeling.” James said, looking down his
shirt at his breasts.
“I mean, not as much as you. But puberty doesn’t
seem to work on me.” Adam confessed.
“You know maybe this program is on to something. We still
love and accept James for James even though we’ve seen he has
a vagina. Maybe it’ll do you some good to know that we still
love and accept you no matter how developed you are.” Evelyn
said.
“Are you suggesting what I think you are?” Adam
said.
“Yeah. And besides, it might be easier for James if
he’s not the only one naked this weekend, maybe we should all
take our clothes off.” Evelyn continued.
“You, you would do that?” James said thickly,
feeling tears of a different sort forming in his eyes.
“I haven’t agreed to this yet, I need to
think.” Adam said.
“Well while you think, I’m gonna get
naked.” Evelyn said.
True to her word Evelyn stood before them stark naked one minute later.
The speed and lack of hesitation with which she undressed was
impressive.
“I mean it’s not like you haven’t seen me
a hundred times before at school this week.” She said in
response to their gaping expressions.
James once more drank in the sight of her. Her round, lemon sized
breasts. Her tight, hairless mons and cleft, dainty and smooth between
her legs. Her hourglass figure. A perfect butt on the other side. James
loved to look at it. She hated her own girl body but she loved
Evelyn’s.
“Okay your turn James. Maybe once you’re naked Adam
will have made up his mind.” Evelyn said.
James obediently stood and stripped off the sparse clothing he was
wearing. Somehow it was infinitely better being naked with friends
rather than being naked in front of the sick Dr Ayell.
Even though he was a boy and not interested in him Adam found himself
drinking in James’ girl body.
He was as fey and impish under his clothes as he was dressed. Thin and
graceful, with fair skin. Something about his naked figure was exotic
and wild, but so beautiful. His mons and cleft were thick and full,
with a small patch of pubes. His breasts were almost identical to
Evelyn’s. But despite his beautiful feminine figure he was
still James, the boy he met at a picnic and had bonded with these last
few months.
Now he was the odd one out, and no one would ever say that two seventh
graders were braver than him.
“I’ll do it. But I swear to god if you
laugh…” he said.
“I swear we won’t.” James said. He sat
back down in between them.
Adam stood center stage where everyone else had stripped. His heart was
pounding. He was about to get naked in front of a girl and a boy, and
the boy had a girl’s body. His would be the only penis in the
room.
He decided to go all in and do it quickly before he could chicken out.
Shirt, shoes, pants, briefs all gone within seconds of each other, and
then he was naked. He covered himself automatically.
He shivered. He felt like he’d made a huge mistake as his two
naked friends examined his bare body.
“Oh Adam, you’re beautiful just the way you
are.” James said.
“Really, I don’t know what the fuss was
about.” Evelyn said.
He moved his hands, and had to fight the instinct to put them back
immediately.
“Well, it’s this I feel so weird about.”
He said, looking down at his small, hairless penis that was standing
straight out.
“That’s not even the smallest in the
school.” James said.
“I mean it is small but you’re just a kid,
it’ll grow. Johnny Chavez’s is definitely smaller,
and a lot of guys don’t have hair down there yet.”
Evelyn confirmed.
Their words meant more to him than he could say. Suddenly he was
comfortable around them, and no longer wanted to cover himself.
“Thanks guys.” He said.
The three naked friends sat together, talking about everything and
nothing. They explained the situation to their folks and got permission
to spend the whole weekend together.
For the whole afternoon and evening when it came time to take a picture
of James the three of them stood together shoulder to shoulder and butt
to butt and took the photo as a group. Auburn’s Facebook page
quickly filled up with pictures of the three friends.
That night they snuggled together on the couch watching TV. Their bare
skin kept each other warm, and together they were cozy.
During a commercial break Evelyn turned her head and kissed James on
the lips.
There was a moment of silence.
“I like you, a lot.” Evelyn said.
“I like you too.” James said, and kissed her back.
“Hey what about me? Do I get a kiss?” Adam said
with a laugh.
James shifted and planted one on his cheek with a smile. Adam was just
resigned to his lot as the third wheel when he felt James’
hand on his semi-hard penis.
“What’re you doing?” He asked.
“Thanking you both for accepting me for who I am and being
such good friends to help me through this. Being naked with you is so
much better than being naked alone.” He said.
Adam noticed that with his other hand James was fingering
Evelyn’s vagina.
James set to work thanking his friends on either side of him. With his
right hand he played with Adam’s penis and with his left he
explored Evelyn’s vagina. Adam gasped as his hands massaged
his testicles and Evelyn started to moan with pleasure at his touch.
Adam and Evelyn knew that to reciprocate would be unwelcome,
James’ vagina was off limits because as far as he was
concerned it didn’t exist. This was for them.
They did however take turns kissing and licking James’ face
while he worked. He giggled as Evelyn’s tongue passed into
and over his ear.
It didn’t take long for Adam to come, and for the first time
in his life semen came out.
Good job guys, he said to his testicles with his
mind while his erection shrank.
A few moments later Evelyn came with a little scream that Adam was
afraid would wake James’ folks who’d gone to bed
already.
They cleaned up and then took one final picture for the night, and then
retired to their sleeping bags that Mr Harcourt has provided them. They
spent all of Sunday together as well, always snapping photos at the
appointed time and always as a group.
They were now more than friends, but less than lovers. In the days that
passed after the weekend they occasionally relieved each other but as
the weeks wore on it became less frequent. They were still the very
best of friends but they were also still kids.
Eventually Adam was chosen for his week and he passed with flying
colors. He even sported his own small collection of pubic hairs when he
did. Everything was going just fine.
The evil Dr Ayell forced James to a total of four weeks of mandatory
nudity over the course of the year as punishment for defeating his goal
of degrading and humiliating her. Their group photos were a huge hit on
Facebook and they were more popular and confident than ever among the
student body. Each time he handed James another week Adam and Evelyn
took it in turns to accompany him in the nude so he was never alone.
Their exuberance and the popularity of their social media posts (which
continued long after Dr Ayell’s requirements) led to a great
upswing in program popularity. Some kids were even volunteering to do
their weeks early or to take on additional weeks.
Because this unexpected rise in participation was not his idea or under
his control Dr Ayell tried to end it. In this he was defeated by Mr
Hardourt (who had done a 180 and was now a huge fan of the program) who
read to him section 2, paragraph B of the policies and procedures
document that said that students could freely perform weeks without
administrator intervention, so long as they registered ahead of time.
The end of the year was bittersweet, because Adam was moving on to high
school, but the good news was that Central High, the school
they’d all be going to, was also a Naked School, and at the
high school level the program was even more interesting.
Adam, Evelyn, and James took one last naked selfie together as the last
bell rang on the last day of the year. They were looking forward to the
future and what additional naked adventures awaited them.