By SuperEvil
superevil7@protonmail.com
Copyright 2025 by SuperEvil, all rights reserved
[8,769 words]
* * * * *Stripping Day
Synopsis
The small island town of Andover has a very peculiar and special
holiday, one that always falls on a school day, but students aren’t
excused from classes that day. The yearly holiday always takes place
near the end of the school year, in the Springtime. Nearly half the
population of this tiny town looks forward to this day every year,
while a portion of the other half lives in uneasy stress of it. That’s
because, on this very special holiday, a boy is allowed to ask one girl
to strip naked– Right on the spot!– and what's more, the girl cannot
refuse! She has to get naked, hand over her clothes, and remain in such
a state for the remainder of the day!
Part 1
“Alex, it’s time to get up!”
Alex rolled over in her bed onto her back, putting her pillow on top of her head.
“Alex! Alexandra!” Her mom pulled the covers off, revealing Alex’s
skimpy nightgown, or lack thereof. It had ridden up during the night
while she slept. Her little panties hugged her just starting to widen
hips, and her flat tummy was bare all the way up to the little peaks of
the burgeoning swells on her chest, where her dark pink areolas were
just peeking out from the bottom of her nightie. The 13-year-old girl
had obviously had a restless night.
“Mom, I feel sick!” Alex
lifted her pillow to groan at her mother, before depositing it back
over her face to block out the light when her mom pulled open the
curtains. It was already a sunny, warm day, and the birds were chirping
quite loudly in the tree outside of her window.
“This wouldn't
happen to have anything to do with what day it is?” Alex's mom stood at
the foot of the bed, grabbing her leg and starting to shake it. She was
beginning to get annoyed with her daughter’s lack of movement.
“Woah, Alex's tits are showing!” Alex's younger brother called from the
open doorway, having just finished getting ready for school himself.
The boy covered his face, knowing that he probably shouldn’t be looking
at his sister this way. At least not unless she was stripped.
Alex still let out a loud scream and jumped out of bed in reaction to
what her little brother had just said. She quickly pulled her nightie
down in order to cover herself properly, and let him know she was
decent.
“There, now that wasn’t so hard.” Alex’s mom found
herself snickering at the shocked look on the girl’s face, even though
she tried not to. “Why, you don’t seem to be sick at all anymore,
sweetheart.” Alex felt her cheeks and ears warming, knowing she wasn’t
going to be able to get out of school now, after the display she had
just made of herself. Her mom held her hand up to her forehead in a
display of still going along with her deception, “Though you do seem to
be getting a little warm in the face.”
“Alex is sick?” Her brother asked. “She’s lying! She just wants to get out of stripping day!”
“Shut up! What do you know, Wayne!” Alex scowled hard at her younger brother.
“Wayne, go have your cereal. I’ll deal with your sister.” Their mother
turned to him, wanting the chance to talk to Alex in private. She knew
he was probably right, that Alex was just trying to get out of
stripping day, but she didn’t think it would be proper to discuss it
with her daughter while her son was watching. That would probably just
make things worse.
“Aw, but mom! Mom, why don't you just let
me strip Alex and get it over with?” He asked, knowing he technically
had the power to do so. He knew plenty of other boys that got to strip
their sisters on this day, and always wondered why his parents would
never allow him to do so with either of his sisters.
“You wouldn't dare!” Alex marched up to him with clenched teeth and a raised fist.
“That's why.” The frustrated mother sighed. “Your sister would hate you
if you were the boy who stripped her naked, especially the first boy!
You have plenty of other girls at school you can strip, so stop picking
on your sister.”
“I just think it's weird that Alex has never
been asked! You know, Scott Mickelson told me that most girls have had
their first stripping by 10! Maybe the boys at Alex's school think
she's ugly?” The boy commented out loud. He wasn't trying to make his
sister more angry with him, more like he was feeling sorry for her, but
making her more angry was all he accomplished.
“They do not!
You little!...” Alex’s long, messy brunette hair tousled around as she
took hold of her brother by the collar, but she stopped herself from
taking any further action with their mom standing right there.
“Well, if I can't strip Alex, can I strip Stacy?” Wayne was just all
grins, intentionally ignoring how mad his sister was getting.
“Who said my name?” Blonde bombshell that she was, the 15-year-old high
school cheerleader approached with a swagger. She wore a short
revealing skirt, and a vest style blouse, sleeveless, that was filled
out with the generous bosom she had inherited from her mom.
“Your brother wants to strip you or your sister,” she explained to her
oldest daughter, “and the answer is still no!” She said to her son,
adding a little glare of warning.
“Oh, mother, I wouldn't mind.” The bubbly blonde giggled.
“Stacy, you can't be serious.” Her mom found herself blushing at the
idea. She wasn't eligible to be stripped herself, being over the age of
21, but it seemed that it was something that all girls in town ought to
dread happening. She knew she'd feel that way if she were in either of
her daughters' shoes. The only reason they had moved to this place a
few years ago was because her husband had gotten an unbelievable job
offer he couldn't pass up, and they had nearly decided not to move here
anyway when they had heard about this peculiar holiday, but the money
was just too good to say no.
“Mom, I've been stripped the last
three years running.” Stacy explained with a laugh. “Besides, I kinda
want to surprise Brody by being naked already. Just imagine the look on
his face when I answer the door! He’ll think some other depraved boy
has gotten to me first! He’d be so jealous!” The girl giggled to
herself some more, imagining her 16-year-old boyfriend's face. Neither
her mom nor sister could figure out what she found so funny about that,
but couldn't bring themselves to ask.
“Fine!” Her mother threw her hands up in frustration. “If you don't care, then your brother can strip you this year!”
“Mom, you can't seriously!...” Alex started to complain, but her brother wasn't paying any attention to her at all.
“Stacy, you are now officially stripped! You have 60 seconds to remove
your clothes!” Wayne said, having practiced what to say many times in
the mirror. Despite having lived in this town for the last three years,
this was his first time ever stripping a girl. Sure, he had had plenty
of opportunities to do so, but stripping a girl wasn't just about
getting her naked. There was a lot implied when a boy stripped a girl,
and many obligations that came along with it. Other boys could also get
nasty if another boy stripped a girl that they fancied or wanted to
strip themselves. Wayne felt lucky to strip his sister, as most of
those obligations went out the window because of their familial
relationship. Of course, he would do anything to protect her, like the
boys were expected to do. What he didn’t have to deal with in this case
was the pressure the girls would put on him.
Most girls
acted as if it were mandatory for a romantic relationship to be the
reward for allowing a boy to strip her. Of course, the girls could not
refuse to get naked when told, but that didn’t stop them from expecting
such things from the boy. It was at least imperative that the boy take
the girl out for a date or two soon after stripping her, or they would
face the consequences. Even young boys, elementary age, were expected
to call any girl they stripped their girlfriend for a while. There
weren't formal consequences for not doing so, but boys knew if they
didn't live up to the girl’s expectations after stripping her, they
would be shunned socially, by girls and other boys alike, and their
lives would become much more difficult until they did.
That
was how Stacy had started dating Brody. She had been just as shy as
Alex when they had first moved to town, and dreaded the holiday as soon
as she found out about it. She found it totally unfair and appalling
that any boy could just tell her to get naked, and she had told her
parents as much, and anyone else who would listen. That didn’t lead to
any benefit for the girl, as Stacy still found herself forced to go to
school on the day in question anyway. For the first half of the day,
Stacy never let herself be alone with any boy, as most boys preferred
to ask a girl to strip privately. She felt pretty clever about that,
and even bragged to some of her new friends when lunchtime came. But,
without her noticing, Brody had approached the shy, 12-year-old Stacy
just as she was finishing her lunch. Her friends had already left the
table, and he felt like this was his one and only chance. He was shy
himself, only being a year older than her. Stacy was caught completely
off guard, and realized this was it, and she was right. But she got
another surprise, as instead of ordering her to strip right away, as it
was his right to do, he chose to sit down across from her and started
talking to her. He asked her all kinds of questions about herself, and
finally told her how beautiful he thought she was.
Then,
before officially doing it, he asked her how she would feel if he were
to strip her, and told her that if she didn’t really want him to do it,
then he wouldn’t. Stacy had told him she would be embarrassed beyond
belief, but that if she were going to be stripped; and she expected
that if it weren’t Brody, it would just be some other boy; she wouldn't
want anyone else but him to strip her, realizing that she already liked
him, and that he had won her over by just getting to know her first.
Brody didn’t wait any longer once he had her approval, making the
official declaration. Stacy was soon naked in public, right in school,
for the very first time! It turned out to be embarrassing, but not as
embarrassing as she had thought. Many of the other girls in their
middle school were already naked, and she found herself enjoying the
way Brody was looking at her. That day, they became boyfriend and
girlfriend, and had been practically inseparable ever since.
The now confident blonde made a giggling salute at her little brother
for making it sound so formal, before unzipping her skirt. She let it
fall to her sneakers, revealing her bare, shaved, puffy vulva. Then she
popped the buttons to her blouse open one at a time, angling herself so
that her ample breasts would pop out of her top for her brother when
she was just past the halfway point of undoing them. The 10-year-old
boy smiled, and his eyes seemed to get as big as saucers, as his
sister's big boobs popped out and jiggled, right in his face! Stacy
couldn't help making another laugh at his expression.
“Stacy! No underwear?” Her mom crowed.
“Oh, mother, Brody was probably going to strip me before school like he
always does every year. There's no point wearing underwear when you've
got a line-up the size of the football team waiting to strip you naked
like me anyway.” Stacy explained, a bit full of herself, but she knew
that it was true. If Brody didn't strip her, another boy would. All
cheerleaders always ended up naked by the start of first period. It was
just the way it always went, and she knew she didn’t want to break
tradition. She bent forward, in her brother’s direction, ridding
herself of the last bits of what she was wearing, her shoes and socks.
Girls were allowed to wear footwear outside, even when stripped, but
had to take them off when coming indoors, both at home, in school, and
anywhere else in town. The only exception to that was during gym class,
when it was vital for a girl's feet to be protected. A stripped girl
would also be given the option to use a shear support that wrapped
underneath her bosom and around her neck and shoulders during phys ed,
if she had larger breasts, such as Stacy's, but that covered nothing
essential.
The naked girl stood up and gave her little brother
a hug, deliberately pressing her breasts into his face! “Thank you,
Wayne. It feels good to get out of those clothes. It's so silly that a
girl has to wait for a boy to strip her before she can go naked, but I
don't make the rules.” Wayne was all smiles as he took the opportunity
to feel his older sister's bare shoulders, never having hugged her when
she was naked before. He was surprised at just how soft her skin felt,
but it felt very nice to him, too. He took the chance to feel her back,
and then moved one of his hands in front of himself, hiding it in
between their two bodies, where he knew his mom and other sister
couldn't see. He felt the front of her legs, over her thighs, before
moving his hand in between. Then he slid it upwards until his
fingertips came into contact with her outer lips! The only thing Stacy
seemed to do was to part her legs ever so slightly, to let him get a
better feel of her vulva, otherwise she kept on rubbing her breasts
across his face. She let him have the briefest chance to get to know
her pussy, before she pulled away, only because she didn’t want her
mother seeing and her brother getting into any trouble. Wayne was
slightly worried he might have offended her by touching her private
parts like that, when she moved, but need not have worried, as Stacy
made a little wink at him, smiling the entire time, before turning back
to their mother.
“See, it’s nothing! I don’t know why you
won’t let me go naked at home.” The now naked blonde said, putting her
hands on her hips, and mirroring the stance her mother was taking.
“Not this argument again!” Her mom groaned with frustration. “It
wouldn’t be much of a holiday if you went naked every day, Stacy!”
“But mom, I’d only go naked in the house. It’s not like I’d be going
out naked in public! I’d only go naked outdoors on stripping day, after
a boy has asked me!” Stacy pouted in the typical way she always did
when she couldn’t get her way. “Well, maybe in the backyard, so I could
get a tan…” She added cheekily.
The whole time, Alex had been
listening and watching her older sister, not believing she could be
acting this way about being naked. She just wanted to make it to 18,
and get out of this town and off to college, without ever having to
expose herself to such humiliation. She was petrified about any boy
officially stripping her, and would be perfectly happy if no boy ever
asked her, for all she cared. Besides, it wasn’t like she was gorgeous,
blonde, nor perky or stacked, like her older sister, so why would any
boy want to see her naked anyway? She was a bookworm, and had worn
glasses for most of her life, until recently, finally graduating to
contact lenses. And, she knew her reputation at school. Stuffy. No
nonsense. Even a tattletale and a teacher’s pet. The boys at her school
seemed to regard her with a bit of disdain, if they even regarded her
at all.
“Stacy, you can’t be naked until a boy strips you! We
talked about this!” Alex’s thoughts were interrupted by her father
coming down the hall, putting on his tie as he approached.
“I
let Wayne strip her this year, dear.” Their mom explained, giving him a
quick kiss on the cheek and helping him tighten his tie.
“Why?” Their father seemed more confused than anything, giving his wife
and oldest daughter a puzzled look. “Isn’t it a boyfriend’s job to
strip his girlfriend?” He raised one of his eyebrows at the blonde girl
that seemed unable to stop giggling.
“Wayne’s never stripped a
girl, daddy.” Stacy explained. “We thought it would be good practice
for him. Brody won’t mind when I explain it to him. He’ll just be happy
to see me naked again.”
“Yes, well,” The man cleared his
throat. “Just don’t let him enjoy it too much, if you know what I
mean.” He didn’t like that his daughter, both his daughters really,
could end up having to go naked, in front of boys most notably, but it
was tradition, and he couldn’t put a stop to it. He was aware of that
before ever moving to Andover, and had even been required to take an
oath stating that he would not try to interfere with that upon arrival.
Before deciding to move to this quaint town, he had found out that the
town had practically no major, serious crime. No rapes, no sexual
assaults, and practically no assaults at all. More surprisingly to him,
the crime rate had seemed to plummet right around the time the town had
held its very first stripping day! He didn’t know if correlation lead
to causation in this case, but it was one of the main points he kept
bringing up over and over, during the lengthy discussions he had with
his wife before they ultimately decided to uproot their family and move
to this small town.
Since the discussion seemed to be over,
Stacy turned to head downstairs, and the two males followed closely,
watching the way her hips swayed as she walked in front of them. Alex
and her mother were finally left alone, and could now talk about what
was going on with her. “Alex, what’s the matter? You’ve never tried to
get out of going to school before.” Her mom asked with some concern.
“It’s nothing. I’m fine now.” Her daughter replied, turning to her closest to pick out what she was going to wear.
“Alex, I understand. Stripping day can be very stressful for a girl.”
“How can you understand?? You’ve never gone through stripping day!” The girl sneered.
“No, that’s true…” Her mom paused, “But look at Stacy. You probably
don’t remember this, but she had a fit when she first found out about
stripping day. She was a nervous wreck, and your father practically had
to drag her into school by her hair. But look at her now, she seems to
be having fun going naked. Maybe you’ll have fun too. You’ll never know
until it happens.”
Alex turned to her and gave her a frustrated look. “That’s only if any boy asks me.”
“Ohh… Ohhhhh.” Her mother knew exactly what the problem was now.
“Honey, you’re only 13 years old. Boys are not mature at that age, and
don’t really know what they want. You just have to be patient. Give it
time. It will happen.”
“Mom, I’m not like you or Stacy.” Tears
welled in Alex’s eyes. “I’m not pretty! Or sexy! Or even fun and peppy!
I’m just plain and boring!” She hung her head with sorrow.
“Alex, don’t talk about yourself like that!” Her mom found herself feeling frustrated again. “You are too pretty!”
“You have to say that! You’re my mom!” Alex fired back. “Mom, look at
me! Really, look at me! My chest isn’t big, and my hips aren’t curvy!
Or anything else boys want!” With anger, she pulled her nightgown off
and tossed it aside. “See! I’m tiny! And I’m always going to be tiny!”
She sobbed once, trying to hold herself back, but feeling convinced
that was the truth, and would always be the truth for her.
“You can’t know that for sure.” Her mom moved closer cautiously, trying to give her a hug, but Alex just pulled away.
“Mom, Stacy was wearing a B cup by the time she was 12! I’m still
wearing a training bra!” Her tears finally started to flow freely.
Before either one could say anything more, they both heard a scuffling
noise coming from the hallway. “Wayne!” In the blink of an eye, Alex’s
sorrow turned into complete embarrassment! Her younger brother had just
seen her topless, wearing nothing but her little panties, and she was
mortified.
“I’m sorry! I forgot my backpack in my room! I
didn’t mean to!” Wayne ran to his bedroom before Alex even had the
thought to try and cover up her little bare boobies from him.
Alex’s mom let out a sigh. This wasn’t going well at all, but as she
faced Alex once again, and noticed her embarrassment, an idea started
to form in her head. “Alex, take off your panties and go make your
brother feel better.”
“Wha–? Huh, what??” Alex was so caught
off guard by what her mom had just told her to do that she wondered if
her ears were working correctly.
“Panties off! Now!!” Her mom shouted unexpectedly, and that made Alex suddenly jump.
“But mom, you can’t?...”
“I said now!!!”
“Alright! Alright!” Alex scrambled to get her panties down her legs,
feeling both foolish and like a scolded child. “I thought we weren’t
supposed to get naked until a boy asked us.”
“Don’t get smart with me, Alex!” She quipped. “Now go apologize for making your brother feel so bad.”
“Apologize? For what??” Alex found herself getting outraged.
“You were the one who took off your nightgown with your door wide open!
Now, I expect you to stay in there with him until he feels happy again!
Is that clear?”
“Yes’em.” She nodded at her mom. She made a
cautious step forward, but her mom suddenly gave her bare butt a quick
swat, and she felt compelled to rush into the hallway! She knew her mom
wasn’t above spanking her if she got angry enough. Now in the hall, she
quickly rushed over to her brother’s room, but found herself frozen,
just as she was about to knock on the door. She tried to think up a way
to get out of talking to her brother while completely naked, but fund
her mind coming up blank on that regard. She was just going to have to
suck it up and let her brother see her this way.
Just before
she could knock on the door, it suddenly swung open, and she found
herself staring face to face with her younger brother. “Alex?” Her
brother seemed stunned, but not as upset as before. She watched him,
his head nodding up and down a few times, before she realized what he
was doing. He was checking out her naked body!
Alex made a yip
and did her best to cover up her naked body with her arms. She hunched
over, making sure her nipples were totally covered, while also keeping
a cupped hand over her vulva. She could feel the little thin
brownish-blonde hairs she had just started growing down there tickling
her palm! “Wayne, are you feeling better?” She asked, noticing his
prying eyes were still trying to look at her naked body. Now she could
feel her ears and cheeks burning!
“I’m alright. Why?” He responded, and she could see the smirk starting to appear on his lips.
Despite how much it annoyed and embarrassed her, Alex pushed on,
knowing what her mom had told her to do. “Mom said I had to come
apologize to you, for upsetting you just now… Like this.”
“Alright.” His smirk changed to a grin. “Why don’t you come in and
apologize properly.” He led her over to his desk, taking a seat, and
pointed at the spot in front of him where he wanted her to stand.
“Wayne, I’m sorry.” Alex said quickly, turning like she was about to run back to her room.
“Uh, uh, uh.” Wayne called after her, stopping her. “You need to
apologize properly. Stand up straight, look me in the eyes, and…” He
stopped.
“And what?” She asked, already standing up straight and looking at him squarely.
“And put your arms at your sides.” He said cautiously, wondering how
she was going to react. He half expected her to just launch her fist
into his face. It wouldn’t have been the first time.
She
didn’t do that, though. Instead, she let out a groan, almost like a
pained moan, and then lowered her arms and let her brother look. She
knew the sooner she got done with the apology, the sooner she could
return to her room, and to the privacy of her clothes. “I’m so going to
get you back for this. You just wait…” She couldn’t resist making the
one quip at him, before apologizing. “Wayne, I’m sorry I upset you when
you saw me topless. It wasn’t your fault. It was mine. I was the one
who took off my nightgown with the door open. And, I’m sorry you have
to see me naked now. Mom made me come apologize to you this way.” She
was surprised that the whole time she was apologizing, he kept his eyes
on her face. It was only when she was through talking, that his head
tilted back down to look at her bare body again. “Is that good?” She
finally asked, finding that her ears and face were getting
uncomfortably warm again while he looked at her, and even stranger, she
felt a funny feeling growing in between her legs!
Wayne just
nodded at her, and watched her as she turned to leave, but before she
got out the door, he called her name again. “Alex, I'm glad I got to
see you naked finally. For what it’s worth, I think you’re beautiful.”
“You do?” Alex turned back to him, both shocked and blushing.
He grinned again at her, but there was no malus behind the grin this
time. “I know I’m your brother, and this might be strange for me to
say, but if I knew, ah, well…” He struggled to get the words out, and
Alex could see that he was blushing now, but she didn’t interrupt him,
or speak up. She just let him have the time to finish his thought. “The
first girl I strip, I mean really strip, I hope she’s just like you.
Looks just like you.”
Alex could feel tears in her eyes again,
but these tears weren’t tears of sorrow. She rushed over to her
brother, and took him into a tight hug. “Thank you.” She whispered into
his ear. Wayne just simply returned the hug, holding her just as
tightly as she was holding him.
Part 2
In what felt like just moments to Alex, she showered, dressed for
school, ate breakfast, and headed out the door to catch her bus. Her
sister had already been picked up by her boyfriend, and her younger
brother had another 30 minutes before he had to get to school, so she
was on her own for the time being. The good thing for her was that she
lived fairly close to Andover Middle School, and that meant her stop
was one of the last few. It was just Alex and a boy she hardly knew
waiting for the bus at the corner, and the girl was able to enjoy the
warm sun beaming down on her face and her hair, as she stood with her
backpack slung over one shoulder, and clutched her lunch pail with both
hands in front of her pelvis.
She didn't expect to be
stripped, no matter what her mom or brother said about her beauty, so
she had dressed casually, but in the typical way she normally did. She
always wore a bra, even if she didn't really need it yet. She didn't
want her nipples showing through. She liked wearing sweaters and
sweatshirts in the winter, but it was too warm for anything like that
now. Now she wore a graphic tee, with the face of a singer from a boy
band she liked prominently on display. She wore jeans, not a skirt nor
elastic leggings like most girls would on stripping day so they could
be taken off easily. The only slight change she had made to her
wardrobe was to make sure she was wearing a matching pair of underwear,
and that it was impeccably clean. In the off chance she was stripped,
she wouldn't allow anyone to make fun of her choices in undergarments.
It still seemed impossible to Alex that any boy would want to strip
her. She let out a sigh and shut her eyes for a moment of more
self-pity. It was only when she opened her eyes back up that, she
noticed movement out of the corner. The boy she was sharing the curb
with was looking at her! Alex tensed, and her heart raced, and suddenly
the impossible felt not only possible, but very real! All at once she
felt ill prepared to be stripped, and the only thing her mind kept
telling her to do was run, run, run!
It took her a moment to realize that the boy was talking to her. “I said, it's a nice day, huh?”
“Huh? Yeah! Sunny!” Her voice responded, but she didn't know what she
was saying. All she could focus on was how very vulnerable she was to
being told she had to take off her clothes! She felt a bead of sweat
dripping down her temple.
“Do you have Miss Bearenger’s math
class?” She heard the boy asking. She continued to stay facing the
road. If she ignored him, made it seem like she had more important
things on her mind, then maybe he'd just go away, she hoped.
“Mhmm yeah…” she nodded, focusing her eyes on the manhole cover in the middle of the road.
“Cool! I had her last year. Tell her Tommy Vickles says hi.” She could
hear the smile in his voice. She didn't dare look at him. The more time
that passed, the more she got annoyed with him. Just strip me already!
Strip me! The voice in her head kept saying. She looked down at her
shoes, the comfortable lavender purple worn out tennis shoes she always
wore. She wondered what it would be like to have to walk around school
in her bare feet. The fact that the rest of her would be bare too
didn't seem to factor into this thought of hers. She just kept
wondering if the floor would be cold.
Then another
impossibility happened. The bus pulled up, and the boy got on in front
of her without even saying another word. As Alex stepped on and into
the aisle, she watched him as he went to the back, high-fiving one of
his friends before he sat down. Then her eyes were drawn to the boy he
had high-fived, but really, the person sitting next to him. Her name
was not important. The important part was that she was stripped. She
was a 7th grader, just like Alex, but unlike Alex, her breasts were
perky. They jutted up and away from her body so far that Alex imagined
the girl could make them bump into the ceiling if she tried! Alex knew
right then and there that it was foolish to imagine any boy would want
to strip her.
The bus lurched forward before she had even
taken her seat, but Alex's unconscious mind followed the calls from her
two best friends that rode the same bus as her. They sat near the
front, the place where Alex realized that the losers and rejects always
sat. She took the seat in front of them, mainly because it was the only
open seat left, but also because she felt like the biggest reject of
all.
“Oh my God, did you see Kelly's been stripped already?”
“She got on the bus that way, you know, Alex! The boys were just
tickling her all over! They were tickling her sides and her thighs and
her stomach, and I think one of them even pinched her butt!”
Alex put her legs up on the seat and sat sideways, so she could look at
her friends Milly and Gina. “That's great.” She made a sad sigh and
rested her back up against the wall and window of the bus.
“Great? That's awful! I don't want to be stripped! No way!” Milly said.
She was a redhead with short hair and braces. Her face was covered
obnoxiously in freckles and pimples, too. She was not what Alex would
consider conventionally attractive.
“You've already been
stripped!” Gina exclaimed. She was the most attractive girl in the
friend group, Alex had decided, though she had a very large nose. It
was probably due to her Italian heritage, but that also gave her such
beautiful shiny black and exotic looking hair. Unlike Alex, Gina had
still not given up glasses, but Alex thought they made her look
sophisticated.
“So have you!” Milly countered. “Anyway, I'm
talking about post puberty. Anything before that doesn't count! You
know what I'm saying, right, Alex?”
“Huh? Oh, yeah…” Alex
looked down at the barely noticeable bumps on her chest, wondering when
puberty would really kick in for her. Then she wondered if Milly would
count her as really being stripped if the impossible happened, since
she had hardly started puberty, and she let out a snort.
“What's so funny?” Gina grabbed the back of the seat, popping up so she could lean over it and stare at Alex.
“Nothing.” Alex's melancholy mood resumed. “I just doubt that any of us are on the top ten strip list this year.”
Gina sat back down as the bus came to another stop. She nudged Milly
with her elbow, trying to bring Alex's dower mood to her attention.
Another few kids got on at this stop. One that Alex knew all too well.
Kenny Donovan was Alex's lab partner in chemistry class. He was also
known to be a prankster and a class clown. Alex thought he had good
looks. He was cute, had recently had a growth spurt, gotten tall and
filled out. He dressed well, and got good grades. The only thing that
put Kenny at odds with Alex was that he was rebellious, while she was a
goodie two shoes. Suffice it to say, Alex despised Kenny.
They
had shared their conflicts in the past, but everything had come to a
head a few weeks ago in chemistry. They were doing an experiment,
mixing some chemicals and metals that could become pretty volatile
under the right conditions. Kenny had created a concoction that would
go off like a firework, right under Alex's nose. She had pretended not
to notice him, and just went about finishing the assignment they were
supposed to be doing. But she observed him placing the beaker of
chemicals underneath another boy's chair, and watched as he added in a
small chunk of potassium! As Kenny rushed back to his spot next to her,
chortling the whole way, the concoction flared and popped, and then the
beaker shattered! Tiny pieces of glass flew in all directions! Most of
the class acted like a bomb had just gone off, though nobody had been
hurt, as the trajectory of the glass stayed close to the floor. The
teacher was furious, however, and threatened to fail the entire class
unless someone came forward and claimed responsibility for the prank.
Alex had eventually fessed up to it being Kenny. He ended up receiving
two weeks worth of detention, which was talked down from the week’s
worth of out of school suspension the principal originally wanted to
give him. Alex knew Kenny blamed her for him getting into trouble. He
had told her as much the next day. He had called her a bitch for
tattling on him, and had made it clear that he was convinced there was
no way a teacher could flunk an entire class, like he had threatened.
The thing that he said bugged him the most about her was that she had
ratted him out and embarrassed him in front of the entire class. Then
he told her that he would get back at her for this one day. Suffice it
to say, Kenny despised Alex.
Which is why it was such a surprise when Kenny approached her on the bus. “Move your legs! I need to sit down!” He barked.
Alex looked up at him with total confusion. He hadn't talked to her
since that day he had called her a bitch. Not even when she had asked
him things as her lab partner. Now here he was trying to sit next to
her? Something was off. She looked back at her two friends with utter
contempt for the boy.
“Can't you hear, Parker? I said move
your legs!” Kenny said. Then before she had time to react, he grabbed
her by the sneakers and shoved her legs off the seat, and quickly
scooted in next to her. “There! Was that so hard?”
Alex was
both stunned and flummoxed. She'd never had anyone lay hands on her
like that, except maybe her parents when she was younger, let alone a
boy! She felt like she should be outraged, but her curious nature
started to overpower that. There must be a reason Kenny had for wanting
to sit next to her, and she felt a need to find out. “What do you want,
Kenny?”
“A place to sit! Duh!” He declared with an eye roll.
Alex propped herself up with her hands so that she could check out the
situation behind her. Technically the other seats were full, but a lot
of students were sitting the way she had been before Kenny had moved
her, taking up a whole seat that could be shared. Maybe he wanted to
talk to her? Alex's good-hearted nature led her to thinking that maybe
he wanted to apologize for the harsh words he had said to her. But then
she considered that he was still treating her like public enemy number
one, and that idea quickly faded. Maybe he needs help with his
chemistry homework? She considered, but then considered that she had
actually needed his help with that subject at the start of the school
year. He was smart, he just also liked to stir up trouble.
Then, words left Milly's lips that made Alex's blood run hot. “Kenny,
that's not nice! You should leave that seat open in case a boy wants to
come and strip Alex.” the words blazed in Alex's head like an inferno!
Kenny could strip her naked, humiliate her in front of the whole bus–
The whole school!!– and there wouldn't be a damn thing she could do
about it! Not officially anyway! Could he really have planned to get
back at her this way??! Alex felt like a caged animal, tapped between
Kenny and the exterior wall of the bus!
“Strip Alex!???” Kenny
let out a loud laugh, to her surprise. He laughed harder than she had
ever seen him laugh. A cold relief washed over Alex, but one that was
replaced by anger. “Who's going to waste their stripping on Alex???
Hahahahahahahaha!” The boy snorted and sputtered, almost going into a
coughing fit, he was laughing so hard.
Alex was only seeing
red at that point. Without even realizing it, she wound up her fist,
and swung it right at him! She ended up nailing him right in the
shoulder, even if she was aiming for his stupid face. She hit him hard
enough to knock him from the seat, though. Kenny fell to the bus floor
in the middle aisle, landing on his butt, and received laughter and
applause from the other students. Apparently they hadn't seen Alex's
right hook, but just chalked it up to Kenny being Kenny. Alex, for her
part, got up and fled. They had just arrived at school, but the wheels
of the bus hadn't even stopped spinning when she got to the door. The
bus driver tried to yell at her, and slammed on the brakes, bringing
the bus to a complete stop. Alex ignored him, and instead just pushed
the door open and ran towards the school. Kenny hadn't even gotten to
his feet yet, by the time she was gone. “What's up with her? Can't she
take a joke?” He asked, rubbing his shoulder. Alex's friends just
glared at him, having witnessed the whole thing.
Alex didn't
even know what had gotten into her. She had never felt this mad before.
She had actually punched someone! Besides her little brother, she had
never hit anyone in her life. Yes, Kenny was a jerk to her, but she had
always believed that violence was never the answer. So how could she
have hit him like that? She contemplated that while sitting in a
bathroom stall, and wiped away the few tears that came.
The
worst part of it was that she had actually liked Kenny at one point.
Not as just another classmate, but as a boy. She admired how smart he
was, how clever he could be, even if it got him into trouble sometimes.
And she couldn't deny how good looking he was. She couldn't understand
what had changed him so much. Even before the chemistry incident, he
had started teasing her. First it was about her glasses, and it had
caused her to beg her mom to let her get contacts. Then it was anything
else he noticed about her, it seemed. The way she dressed, how neat her
penmanship was. He even teased her when she got a lower grade than him,
but then teased her even harder when she got the higher grade! Make
that make sense! Kenny was like a puzzle that she'd never be able to
solve.
As she headed to her locker, the thing that Alex
noticed the most was just how many girls seemed to be stripped this
year. She didn't get the chance to count, but the split seemed to be
even between the girls that were naked and the girls still wearing
clothes. It was hard to get a full view, since the boys were all still
dressed. She considered that she might just be underestimating the
amount of naked girls. Again, she felt a sense of both relief and being
left out. In her heart, she desperately wanted a boy to pick her, but
at the same time, felt completely unprepared to handle the humiliation
of having to actually go naked.
She exchanged the books she
needed in her locker, and turned to watch, as a girl down the hall got
poked in the back, let out a loud squeal, and then started handing over
her clothes to the boy that had poked her. Just like Kelly from the
bus, this girl was stacked up top, and Alex was envious of the way her
breasts seemed to jiggle and bounce with every movement she made. The
boy appeared to be quite interested in that as well.
“Hey
Parker! You're stripped! Hand over your clothes!” It was like the
ceiling suddenly shattered and fell on top of Alex when she heard those
words. Nothing before this point seemed to matter anymore, as she
turned around to face her stripper.
“Kenny!” Alex's jaw fell
open. There was Kenny, and two of his buddies, with a smirk on the lips
of each of their faces. Alex felt like she was about to faint. She
couldn't allow Kenny to strip her! “What did you say??” Maybe if she
pretended she hadn't heard him, he would just leave her alone.
“I told you guys she was hard of hearing.” Kenny laughed, then folded
his arms. “I'm here for my revenge. You're officially stripped and
there's nothing you can do. Now you have 60 seconds to hand over your
clothes. I've said it officially, so there's no taking it back now.” He
was no longer smirking at her, instead his eyes squinted, and he almost
got a glare of hate to his features.
“Kenny, come on. You
don't really want to do this.” Alex backed herself into her locker,
wishing that her friends were with her right now. She was scared. The
three boys looked intimidating to her suddenly. She knew that there was
no way for an official declaration to be taken back, but that was once
it was on paper. Right now they could still both deny that it had ever
been made, and she told Kenny as much.
“Do you guys hear that?
Miss goodie two shoes here wants us to break a rule. She wants us to
break Andover's most sacred rule, even!” She knew Kenny had a point. If
any of them slipped up and someone in authority found out that Alex had
gotten out of being stripped, then they would all face consequences.
Alex most of all.
“Alright. Hang on… I'll strip.” Alex's voice
was small, but she set her backpack and books aside. She felt like
trying to shy away, prolonging her stripping for as long as possible,
so they would have less time to look at her naked. Something inside the
girl didn't feel like that was right, however. She felt like she needed
to face him head on suddenly, so she turned and squared off with Kenny,
locking eyes with him. The only time she lost eye contact was when she
needed to look at what she was taking off.
“You better hurry. You've got less than 30 seconds now.” Kenny made a taunt.
“Don't tell her that, dude. You know what happens to girls that don't
strip in time!” One of Kenny's friends complained, backhanding him in
the shoulder. It was the same spot that Alex had hit, and she couldn't
help laughing at the way he winced when he hit him.
But now
the moment had arrived. Alex started by pulling off her T-shirt, almost
clinically. She held it out in front of herself for him to take. Kenny
stepped forward and snatched it from her, the smile returning to his
face. She could see him looking down at her tight training bra, and
flushed. It was obvious to both of them that this stripping was going
to be more embarrassing for her beyond what either of them had
imagined. Alex kicked off her shoes and unbuttoned her jeans. When she
lowered them, they took her panties with them! Kenny let out another
snort! Alex's ears and cheeks were burning as badly as they ever had at
this point, but she refused to back down. She let her panties drop with
her jeans, and handed the whole bundle over to him as soon as she
could. She heard both of Kenny's friends laughing to each other about
how little pubic hair she had. One of them wondered why she didn't
shave it off. The other one called her lack of hair pathetic. Alex kept
her gaze on Kenny the whole time, however, determined to show him that
despite her embarrassment, she was still going to strip naked. All she
had left was her precious training bra, the one thing covering up her
biggest shame. It was obvious that her boobs were tiny, but she still
had plausible deniability until she took that off. The last few moments
were like a drug to her, but then she reminded herself that she wasn't
going to stretch it out, and pulled it over her head to hand to Kenny
as well. She didn't expect she would ever be getting those clothes back.
The boys really laughed at her for a while. Calling her flat chested, a
boy, only having mosquito bites, and any other dig they could think of.
All but Kenny, who only laughed at what his friends were saying. Still,
Alex could finally take no more, and looked down at the floor with
total shame, losing the battle between the two of them of who would
blink first.
She turned and opened her locker again to store
her shoes and socks inside for later. The best place to put them was at
the bottom, but when she bent over, she received another laugh from
Kenny's friends. “What?” She snapped at all three of them, but saw
something peculiar. Kenny's two friends were both laughing, but Kenny
seemed to have a look of surprise on his face. Almost like a look of
growing appreciation. Alex wanted to figure out why, but she also
didn't want to hang around these boys that were obviously out to just
tease and torment her. Kenny might have been the boy to strip her, but
that didn't mean she needed to be friendly towards him. “I'm going to
class!” Alex slammed her locker in a show of force, thankful that none
of these boys were in first period with her. Then she took off like she
had a purpose, even if she felt like she wanted to die inside.
In her head, it kept repeating. The taunts and jabs from the boys.
Stripping in front of them. The way Kenny had looked at her at the end.
She wanted to go curl up in a corner and die, but doing that would just
give Kenny exactly what he was hoping for. So instead, she kept moving,
not sure where she was going. She just needed to keep moving, and the
shame would all go away, she kept telling herself.
She didn't
notice it at first, still puzzled over the fact that Kenny had stripped
her, but she suddenly realized that she was getting a lot of attention
from boys as she roamed the halls. She wasn't the only naked girl
receiving attention, but the attention she was getting was nothing like
the jeering she had just gotten from Kenny and his goons. She was
getting winks, thumbs ups, and even a few whistles and claps. The boys
appeared to be happy she was naked, much to her shock! Her shame
receded, but she was still left blushing. As much as the attention felt
good, it embarrassed her beyond belief too, but she wouldn't dare try
to cover herself. For a stripped girl to cover herself was tantamount
to blasphemy. If a girl was stripped, her private parts were meant to
show. End of story.
Alex could feel the way the HVAC
system of the school really worked for the first time, as a little
chilly breeze seemed to blow down at her no matter where she stood. She
could feel the effect it was having on her pink nipples without even
having to look. They felt harder than she ever knew they could get! She
did look anyway, finding that the hardness of her nipples seemed to
make her little breasts look more perky, at least from the angle she
was looking at them from. But to her, it almost appeared as if her
nipples were trying to look up at her!
As much as she wanted
to keep roaming the halls of the school, she knew she had to get to
class soon. Eventually, on her third round trip, she reached the
entrance. Before opening the door, she took a long, deep breath. As
hard as being naked in the halls was, she knew that classes could get
pretty rowdy on stripping day. She braced herself for what was to come
next.