Life Changes For Chase 5, 6 and 7

By Flint

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This story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced nudity, spanking, and sexual activity of preteen and young teen children for the purpose of punishment. None of the behaviors in this story should be attempted in real life. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now.

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Chapter 5

The special event was Becky’s father was taking me along with Tom and Randy sailing Sunday afternoon. We were taking out their 23 foot sailboat on a lake an hour from town. Even better, the boat was so big we were not expected to get wet. We would stay fully clothed-not even needing a swim suit.

It was grand. I was thrilled learning about how to sail, and Becky’s dad enjoyed teaching, especially me. I took real well to it. I learned how to read the wind and tack against the wind. I did much better than Tom or Randy.

After a while we met a family with an even larger boat. Becky’s family knew them. It was a dad with two sons also, a 9 year old and 10 year old. We and they put together an impromptu race. It was great watching how we’d follow each other, take the other’s wind, tack in opposite manner, and later end up close. There were no winners, just a lot of fun.

After a while the others asked us to follow, and we ended up rafting the boats together in a shallow cove. We raised the keels and anchored.

Then it happened, all the younger boys decided to go swimming, and the dad’s agreed. They had done this before, although they had not expected to meet up this Sunday. The 4 younger boys quickly just shed their clothes and jumped into the water naked. There were no others around, and we were just a bunch of boys with dads, so who cared.

Even in my modesty, I saw this as healthy. So I joined in, just not as quickly.
We basically went to the other boat to jump off its longer bow. It also had a good ladder for climbing back on. The older boy told me he would be 11 in a week. He was more curious about male development and had me compare penises with him. We inspected and compared ourselves in the window of the boats cabin, which was a pretty good mirror due to its reflective film.

We eventually swam to the nearby shore and found a rope swing to use to jump it the water. I got tired of it after a while and swam back to the boats. It was not far.
I sat on the boats bow and air dried out in the sun. From the approaching shadows, I knew it was getting later than I expected. I felt a little weird being alone naked on the boat with the two dads. I worked around to the stern, expecting to go to the first boat, when Becky's dad said, “Mr. Jones here said you could have a soda, just go to the ice chest down in the cabin. That did sound good so I went down. The cabin was larger than I realized-actually two rooms. I hunted the ice chest, without luck, when from behind I heard a female voice say, “Can I help you?”

I was more than startled, the other boys’ mother was there. Apparently she had felt bad earlier and was sleeping in the cabin. She was better now.

I said, “I was looking for a drink, but I guess I better get dressed first. Sorry.”
“No need to be bashful, I was in the cabin looking out as you and Jason swirled yourselves at the window. You have nothing to hide from me now.”
Blushing I said, “I’m sorry, I better leave.”

"Help me haul this ice chest and basket out first, I’ll make some supper for everyone.”

Trapped all I could do was help, while displaying my lack of manhood to her just 3 feet away.

The men thanked me for helping her, and then had me help set up a table towards the stern. A problem developed in that as the table got placed I was in the corner, with two men in my way to get out to one side, and the woman blocking the other.

Mrs.Jones said, " Why don’t you help me fix sandwiches? “ Trapped, all I could was assist. It wasn’t too bad, as the table blocked the view of my ‘parts’, but it was still weird.

We were not quite finished when the other boys joined us about the same time the boats were covered by shadows from the shore. I was dry and warm enough, but they were shivering and wet. They were told to get away from the food and dry off and get dressed to get warm. I suggested I should also, but the parents told me to continue with sandwich making, and I could dress after supper, it was too awkward to shift around the table in the middle of the preparations.

So soon I was in a boat with 3 adults and 4 younger children, and I alone was naked-and everyone, except me was OK with it.

I finally just determined to make the best of things, since I had been seen naked by everyone already, and I was basically covered by the table (and except Mrs. Junes was sitting right against me and had a clear view of my pubic-hair-less zone if I leaned back.

Everyone was enjoying the meal, and my nudity was not an issue at all. But just as we were finishing, and I would be able to get up and get dressed, a motor boat pulled up to us. It was occupied by 2 men and 2 women, either late high school or early college age. They were lost and were hoping to get some directions. They rafted up to us for conversation. I had to keep my seat to avoid being exposed.

As luck would have it, Mrs. Jones asked if they wanted some leftover sandwiches, and they said, “Yes.” She then instructed me to stay put and help prepare.

Not knowing my condition, the 2 ladies slipped down to sit beside me on either side, further trapping me in place. Only moments after they squeezed up close to me, to allow others at the table, they both noticed my nudity. One even stated, “Wow, a bit informal today, huh?”

I was mortified, and only said, “We went swimming and I didn’t bring my suit. It was pretty private here earlier.”

“Well, you are brave for a 10 year old.”
“Yeah, I guess.”

Then Tom chimed in to my chagrin, “He’s 12.”

“Oh, well, OK.”, followed by quiet giggles. I was mortified.

The late evening sun was creating a real pretty scene on the shore near us, just as our quests were leaving. Mrs. Jones asked our quests, before I was able to get up (I was waiting for the guests to fully exit),”Will you take a group photo of us with the shore in the background. The light will change in moments and we can’t set a tripod in time.”

I couldn’t believe it-I wanted nothing to do with a photo, no matter how pretty the scene. I protested, but everyone insisted, telling me I was a great kid, a good sport, and had no secrets anyway. I argued that I should be allowed to dress first or be left out of the photo. But the reply was that we had only seconds before the scene would be lost, and the whole group should be together. I was literally pulled from my seat and held in place for the photo. The girl with the camera insisted she would be careful to frame us from the waist up only. I believed her, and was not so concerned at the photo as the exposure and full frontal display-even though everyone had seen me, now I was being stared at.

No sooner had the camera snapped, a wind hit us, we were about to be in a storm. The college kids exited quickly and took off. Becky’s dad, Tom, Randy and I jumped to our boat, but Becky’s dad ordered his two boys into the cabin and me to the helm. I had learned more about sailing than the younger. He said, “Dress later, we have to get out this cove soon, or we’ll be thrown on shore. Chase, take the helm and do what I order. I’ll work the sails.

My concerns of nudity were forgotten as I madly followed instructions. It was touch and go as we managed to exit the cove against the wind. Becky’s dad had to madly work the sails, lower the keel and read the wind. Even after exiting the cove, we had to work hard to cross the lake against the wind. I learned a lot about sailing that day. It took hours to cross what we had done in 30 minutes earlier.

When we entered the harbor we started from, the water was quiet, being the leeward side of the lake. The storm had chased others out already, we were alone. Finally Becky’s dad said, “Chase, you are naked. Get dressed.” Wow was I glad to hear that. Tom and Randy were allowed to exit the cabin. I went in to dress, but the cabin was absolutely empty.

Eventually it was determined that my clothes had been put out on the deck out for me by Tom earlier before the meal. So when we madly took off in the storm they must have been washed overboard. I was stranded naked ---again. How could this be?
I started crying but Becky’s dad told me to “Man up” and help him land the boat.

I ran down the dock, which fortunately was devoid of people and quickly claimed the rear seat of the minivan, leaving the double middle seat to Tom and Randy. They seemed to understand my discomfort. It was an hour drive home. Randy and Tom fell asleep, Tom resting against the vans wall, and Randy cuddled on his lap. I fell asleep also taking up the whole back seat as if it was a sofa, the middle seatbelt on me didn't even keep me awake. I fell so solid asleep that the next thing I knew was my mom waking me Monday morning for school.

Even then I was groggy and was only alerted to my nudity when mother pulled the covers off me and pulled me out of bed. Like many 12 year olds, I had a morning woody. My mother gently pointed to it saying, "Looks like my baby boy needs to go potty!" I was mortified.

From later reports, what happened in the van was on the way home, Becky’s dad received a call from his wife that he needed to pick up Becky from the grandmother's house and bring her home. So as we were near home Becky got in the minivan. Becky knew I was in the back, and could see my bare lower legs and feet, but did not know I was totally bare—at first.

Her dad needed help getting me out from the back. Becky had to lean over sleeping Randy, and unbuckle the seat belt from my naked waist. Becky then had to stand outside the van and keep my feet from dragging as he did what he could to lift me out. She would not have been able to get a real good view of me in the dark with just a dome light, but ….

Her dad carried me to the door with Becky nearby, and even to my bedroom, where my mom pulled back my sheets as her dad deposited my naked body in bed (face up). I think Becky was there this time, with my full bedroom lights on.

How I learned of the minivan ride home, I will share later.

Chapter 6

I slept so hard Sunday night after having been put in bed by my mother, Becky’s father and Becky, that I had to be awaken by my mother on Monday morning and told to get ready for school. She pulled the covers off me, and I really wasn’t aware I was naked until I started to get out of bed. I yelled, Mom!”, but she simply told me I had no reason to be bashful anymore, “So deal with it.”

I had to go naked down the hall to the bathroom to do my normal routine. I was so glad to finally put on clothes and go to breakfast.

School was difficult. I had no classes with Becky since she was a year older. But I saw her at lunch. She avoided looking at me. My friends noticed and asked what was up. I told them nothing. What could I say?
This lasted all week. Friday evening disaster struck. Becky’s mom called to tell her Tom and Becky’s father were going out of town to a tractor pull event. Randy was not invited and was pitching a fit. She only calmed him down when she promised to call and see if I would spend the evening. I told mom “No”, but mom said “yes”.

I told mom Randy would want to take a bath with him again. Mom just said “Deal with it”

So her I was at Becky’s house alone with Randy and his mom. Fortunately we were both fully dressed and playing video games. Randy s mom let us use the big den TV.

Then it happened. Randy’s mother came in the room about 8:30, and said, time for your bath.

Randy asked if I could join, and his mom said, sure, I expect him to. I told them I would just wait, and save the game.

Randy’s mom said, “Nonsense. Randy wants you to join him. After all you bathed with him several times recently. He likes your company. Now come with us.”

So I followed up the stairs behind them reluctantly, on to Randy’s room. Randy and I sat on his bed, as his mom started undressing him.

It felt weird to watch Randy have his clothes pulled off. First his shirt then shoes and socks. He then stood for his mom to unfasten his pants and lower them, followed by his briefs.

His mom then turned to me. “She said “Chases’ turn” and reached for the hem, of my shirt.

“Oh, I can undress myself”

“Nonsense, you get the full treatment.”

Randy added, “Yes, be sure he gets the full treatment.”

I still protested, but she said “Arms up” and my shirt was pulled off quickly.

She knelt down and unlaced my shoes and removed them and the socks.

She said “Stand up” and I did. For the first time ever, anther boy’s mother was actually unfastening my pants. They slipped down my thighs and I sat down and she pulled them off.

While I was still sitting she hooked her fingers in my briefs as slowly pulled the down and off. Randy and I were there naked as could be. My clothes and Randy’s all tossed on top his bed.

We got up to go to the tub. I wanted to get in the water quickly.

Randy’s mom said, “For a treat, you can both use the big tub in my bedroom.”

So I had to go downstairs and past several rooms as a naked stranger. When we got to her bedroom she stared filling the tub. Randy asked for some toys, so he was allowed to leave. There I was alone with my planned girlfriend’s mom standing naked and bashful. I wanted to cover myself, when I did it seemed to suggest I was playing with myself, and that seemed worse, so I just stood there hand to my sides.
I could sense Randy’s mom viewing me, although she was not staring. I believed she was being sure I didn’t get aroused. I wondered if tom told her what happened while a bathed with him. The water was ready as Randy appeared with some toys.

I watched Randy’s mother bath him. She allowed me to bathe myself. When she fished, Randy and I were left to play.
When Randy’s mom came back 20 minutes later she got Randy out of the tub and dried him off. He then ran out to the den. She held the same towel up indicating my turn to dry. Well she did the drying and when finished she told me to join Randy in the den. I asked to get dressed, but she said not until Randy gets ready for bed.

So I was now spending the evening naked as a jaybird in the den of someone else’s house. I was self-conscious at first, but eventually got into the video game with Randy. We were close to the big screen TV racing cars, swinging back and forth with the turns.

Then behind me, my life changed from worse to disastrous. Randy’s mom said, “Boys, meet Ms. Evers. She is here tonight delivering the energy efficient light bulbs I ordered.”

I was panicked. Now some other woman was probably staring at my bare bottom. But worse, when I turned, it was the Ms. Evers who was my home room teacher. She was working a second job in the evenings for light bulb sales. She was seeing me absolutely stark naked. From the sole of my feet up. And I had absolutely no escape. The way the furniture was arraigned from where I was, she was in the only exit.
I had to only make a squeaky, “H-H- Hi Ms. Evers.” I quickly ignored her and went back to my game. I must have turned beet red all over.

Randy’s mom explained to Ms. Evers that I was there to play with Randy while his brother was gone. She did not explain our nudity, as if we were perfectively normal. Ms. Evers told her she was my home room teacher. That seemed to have no effect on Randy’s mom. Surely she would now let me get dressed.
I kept playing the game, my bare rear exposed-then Randy’s mom said, “Chase, come help me get the stepladder.” I was trapped; I couldn’t refuse her there in front of my teacher. But I would have to stand and face them both, I couldn’t just back out of the room. I tried to discreetly hold my hands over my privates and rush past my teacher and follow Randy’s mom towards the kitchen. Maybe this was her way to allow me to put something on. I tried to ask her such as we got out of my teacher’s earshot. But alas, she made me follow her into the garage to an 8 foot stepladder. The concrete was cold on my bare feet. I pleaded with her for clothes, but she explained it was not going to happen. I would get dressed when Randy went to bed only. She said it would embarrass the teacher to suddenly cover up after being seen nude. She did not want the teacher to think she interfered. Well she was interfering in my mind.

So together we carried the ladder to the den. I did my best to cover myself with it, but in helping set it up I know I was fully exposed some. I did not want Ms. Evers to see I was a hairless little boy. Even if I was a hairy boy I wouldn’t want her to know. I was very confused. After the ladder was up I laid on the floor face down to watch Randy continue his game.

But Randy’s mom told Randy to turn off the game while she replaced the lights in the room. Well Randy went ballistic with a fit. It was horrible. His mom ended up picking him up and leaving my teacher and me alone in the room while she carried Randy up to his room. I was too scared to follow. Soon we heard Randy’s cries louder yet following the clear sounds on a paddle striking his bare flesh. He was wailing even after his mom came back down.

Before Randy’s mom came back Ms. Evers said to me. “Chase, let’s start changing these bulbs. “ I couldn’t refuse and be rude, but how could I help. I figured maybe I could hold the boxes in front of me. I did the best I could covering as I stood. But she then told me to climb the ladder to remove the existing bulbs. I had to climb the ladder, fully exposed. Soon Ms. Evers was looking at my privates right at her eye level and not 6 inches away. She was seeing me better than I had ever seen me.

The lights were off, so the bulbs were not hot, but I had to repeatedly reach down and hand them to her. There were 12 bulbs in the fixture. I couldn’t reach them all. So I climbed down and up at least three times while wagging my penis and scrotum right before her. The situation could not be worse.
Randy’s mom joined us as we started putting in the new bulbs (energy efficient). She said, “You are doing so well, I’ll get some refreshments.

So by the time we finished she was there with ice cream and sodas.

I was sort of directed to sit on the sofa by the coffee table. But to my horror, Ms. Evers sat in the middle against me and patted me on the naked thigh and said, “Thanks for being such a good sport. I was embarrassed for you to see I had to have a second job at night, but your being so comfortable here placed me at ease. You are a good boy.”

So there I sat, my teacher beside me, with my boyhood exposed like it was perfectly normal.

When we finished, we all took the plates to the kitchen. Randy had finally stopped wailing. His mom went to check on him. When she came back she asked Ms. Evers to take me home, so I wouldn’t have to wait for her husband to get back from the tractor pull. Then she told me. “Chase, I’m sorry but I can’t retrieve your clothes. They are on Randy’s bed, and he’ll wake if I get them. I don’t want to start that wailing again. Be a sport and just go home with Ms. Evers like you are. I’ll call your mom to explain.”

Of course I was going to protest, but before I could Ms. Evers put her hand between my shoulder blades and ushered me towards the door. I was now being almost pushed outside stark naked, like it was no problem or concern at all. It was late and no was as out and about, besides it was dark. But I was glad to soon be in the car and covered from everyone (except) Ms. Evers.

Ms. Evers spoke while we were headed to my house, but recall noting. This was just too horrible. Eventually I made my naked walk up the sidewalk to my duplex, and went straight to bed, naked, not bothering to put on my sleep boxers. I knew my mom and Ms. Evers were talking. Things could not get worse. I was wrong; this was nothing compared to what was to occur in the weeks to come

Chapter 7

Monday at school I was confronted in the hall by Becky and Jane. They showed me a picture printed from Becky’s computer. It was of my face on the screen of her laptop. My bare shoulders were showing, so I knew where it came from and that it meant they may have more photos of me-which I did not want seen. That was confirmed when Jane said-“Do you like wearing girl’s panties?”

I tried to get away when Becky said, “Chase, Becky found a video file from my room when she borrowed my computer. My web cam was on a motion detection mode when you babysat my brothers. So—we own you. We’ll keep this a secret if you do what we want. First thing, Jane’s former boyfriend is in 9^th grade-Gary. You know him, he’s pretty popular. Well Gary dumped Jane and hurt her feelings. It seems Jane on the last date started reaching into his pants. Well, he resisted and dumped her. She thinks he has a secret he is embarrassed for her to discover. It is up to you to discover it. So, all you have to do is get a photo of his penis. You can do this-you have access to the boys locker room. You have one week.” With that Jane handed me a pink digital camera.

Then they left-I had no time to say anything. How could I do this?

Later, just before lunch at home room, Ms. Evers called to me as I was leaving. I had hardly looked at her the whole period. She smiled and gave me an envelope to give my mom. I blushed just being near her.

The next morning my mom gave me an envelope for Ms. Evers. I gave it to Ms. Evers, who opened it and said, “Good, tell your mom tomorrow will do.”

That night I told my mom about ‘tomorrow will do’. She explained she gave the school nurse permission to use me as a sample subject for an exam she was taking for authorization to give sports, and other medical exams. She said, “Wear clean underwear tomorrow, and take a good bath tonight”. I wasn’t given a chance to reply. She said the decision had been made-I had no way out.

I hardly slept that night. I’d had a sports physical the past month, and knew it involved a hernia check. It was bad enough by my doctor, now the school nurse may ask to see and even touch my boy parts.

As I left for school that morning my mother asked again about me having clean underwear. I said, “Mom, I can’t do this.” To which she replied, “If you don’t, I’m coming to school to assist.”
So later, just as home room started Ms. Evers called me to her desk and whispered to me to go to the nurse’s station. She gave me a hall pass, and ushered me out to the hallway.

The nurse’s room was open. I stepped in. Fortunately it was empty, but before I gave up, the nurse and some old Doctor came out of an inside exam room. The nurse said, “Thanks for coming Chase; I was showing off our new equipment. And by helping with this exam test, you will be first to use it. Now just call me ‘Nurse Collins’. Now come in the room.”

Dr. Grady shook my hand but was otherwise silent. Nurse Grady indicated for me to sit on the exam table. She and the doctor ignored me a while looking at some papers. Finally the doctor said, “Chase, this exam will consist of three parts. First nurse Collins will give you a complete exam as I watch. Then I will give you and exam while she watches. Lastly, we will together examine you as we discuss what we both observed from before. You’ve had a sports physical before?”
I nodded.
He said, “Good, so you know what to expect; however, this certificate I will give nurse Collins, if she passes, authorizes her to give exams on older boys and men, so it will include some tests not usually done for boys your age. But we understand from the permission slip from your mother that this will be OK with you.”

The next thing, Nurse Collins handed me a glass beaker and told me to go across the hall for a urine sample. Well, at least I could do that in private.

When I got back and handed the beaker to the nurse, she thanked me, then said, “Take off…”
My heart started ponding-racing even, but calmed as she continued, “…your shoes, and stand on the scales here.”

I relaxed and she took down my weight and height. Following that she had me sit on the exam table. I was fully dressed, just without shoes, and she went about checking my eyes, ears, mouth, throat, etc. I thought maybe this won’t be so bad. Eventually she said, “Now let me help you take off your shirt.” Well that was to be expected, still I hated baring my immature musculature and hairless armpits. She took a long time listening through her stethoscope. Eventually she told me to lie on my back. She thumped her hands all about my abdomen, She even reached a bit under my waist band of my pants. She said, “Your belt is a bit tight, so I’m going to loosen your jeans. Just stay lying down.” She unfastened my belt, the snap on my jeans and zipper; following that she opened up my pants exposing my clean underwear. My mom knew what was going to happen. She even pulled the pants down a bit and lowered the waist band some of my underwear. My racing heart started again. But since she didn’t remove anything, I sensed that I would not ever get fully exposed. She continued the hand thumping right down near my pubis, but stopped short of that.

Eventually she told me to continue lying down, as she pulled out a shelf for my legs to rest on. I was laid out flat. Without telling me first, she pulled off each of my socks and without warning, ran a rod up the soles of each foot. That caused me to pull my feet away. She simply said, “Good reflex action.”

Then these words, “Raise your hips so I can slip your pants off.” All I could do was comply. So now I was lying down in just my, partially lowered undies.

She raised my legs and bent them this way and that, felt the joints and seemed to really get to know my legs well.

When she pushed the shelf back in, and had me sit up again, I felt this torture was over. She did the knee reflex thing, and then said “stand up”. She had me step off the bottom step on the exam table, and turn my back to her. She had me bend over as far as I cold, following which she lowered my underwear until the top of my crack was exposed, and slowly ran her fingers up and down my spine.
I kept hoping this was it when she said, “Chase, now we do a genital exam and hernia check. So remove your underwear and step back up here-“pointing to the bottom step on the exam table.
I said, “Ma’am, I can just push my undies down enough for you to check the hernia.” Don’t get me wrong, I wanted nothing to do with showing by genitals, but anything would be better that bare naked.

She said, “For a sports exam that is fine, but I must show I know how to fully examine boys and men, and it includes more than a hernia check.”

The doctor said “Boys your age do not need to be checked for testicular cancer and foreskin retraction, but I need to see Nurse Collins knows how.”

Nurse Collins said, “Here, I’ll assist.” She helped me step onto the small platform then hooked my underwear down to my feet, lifted each foot, removed my underwear, I there I was—all of me.
She noted I was circumcised so she just used my penis to pretend to retract the missing foreskin. Did a quick check of my testicles and then the turn your head and cough.

“One last test. Now this is not done to your age at all. And this will seem strange, but it won’t hurt, but you may feel some discomfort. Turn around. I was confused, but I preferred her seeing my backside to my front side. She had me bend and hold onto the edges of the exam table, I felt her spread my butt cheeks then felt a cold substance touch my rectum. I stared to speak, but she said, “That’s OK; this will be over in a moment. This will feel like you are having a BM.” Her fingered went in and felt a bit inside, them was out. Yes I thought I was having a BM. She took some tissue and wiped my bottom. How embarrassing.

“There we are done. I started to ask if I could dress, when the doctor said. “Turn around ant sit on the table. I’ll do my exam now. “So there I was having my ears, eyes, nose examined while sitting in the buff on the table.

As he started on listening to my lungs nurse Collins said. “I forgot his eye exam.” The doctor replied, “I wondered if you’d notice. Go ahead with that now, I can continue later.”

Before I could protest nurse Collins had me stand up and step out to the outer room where the eye chart was. I said as she pushed me out the door, “My clothes” to which she replied that they’ll be safe.

She showed a line on the floor and gave me a card to hold over one eye. I told the outer door was open, to which she replied, we were during a class and no one was in the hall, an we’d be quick. I cupped myself with one hand while doing the exam. I was so nervous someone would walk by and see, that I messed up and the exam took longer than it should.

Finally I was back on the exam table. The doctor was on the phone as I came back in, but had just finished the call as I got on the table. I was leaning back on my arms as the doctor checked my heart when the principle, Mrs. Nelson just walked in, “Just what is needed here?” I was totally exposed to the school principle now. Bare naked, unable to cover at all.

The doctor stopped my exam and showed the principle where she needed to approve the forms they were needing. At least I could cup myself. She signed, but stayed in the room watching as the doctor had me lay down, put my arms to the side and do the abdominal thumping. The principle watched and said, “You are a brave boy Chase, I think I can use a boy like you for a couple more projects here at school.” She was about to exit when another intrusion occurred. A high school girl with an asthma attack was being brought into the room by her coach. It appeared serious. The doctor said, “Get him out of here and have the girl lie down on the table. “

The principle pulled me off the table, and held me by the arms behind my back pushing me out into the front room which was full of high school girls’ volleyball team members worried about their teammate. I was being exposed to most of the high school girls.

The principle told the girls to vacate since I should be allowed privacy, but they sure looked me over as they left. Even though the principle let go my arms so I could cover and go sit behind a desk, they all saw all of me some. One girl said, “Chase, I remember you from the sailboat, you haven’t changed at all”.
The asthma girl recovered and I continued my exams, which meant more humiliation, but by lunch I was dressed and back in classes.

After final period Jane saw me, and said, “You have the photo I need yet?”

(The End)