Back to School Chapter 1

(An adaptation of the Stripped for Florida concept)

By James Breitbart
jamesbreitbart@yahoo.com

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This work is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It may contain depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
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Chapter 1: Back to School Shopping

Christine Serrano looked over her two sons. Tommy would be a freshman at Kennedy High School the next year, while Patrick was going into sixth grade at Park Place Middle. The double transition meant that the Serrano’s were facing an extra long back to school shopping list that year, and since Christine’s husband Daniel had taken a prestigious but low-paying job with the Justice Department after the previous year’s Presidential inauguration, she was eager to cut costs.

Although neither had been to the pool yet that morning, both boys were dressed in only their bathing suits. This would make Christine’s plan a little easier.

“Boys,” she announced, “get in the car, I want to get your back to school shopping done.”

Patrick groaned, but Tommy just got up and started going upstairs.

“Don’t bother getting dressed. I want to get there before the crowds.”

The boys dutifully followed their mother out to the car. After a few minutes, Tommy realized they weren’t driving the way they’d usually take to go to the mall.

“Where are we going?” he asked.

“We have to go to court for something.” His mother responded.

“For what?” Patrick asked.

“I’m registering you both as nudists.” Christine looked in the car’s rear view mirror. Both boys were dumbstruck.

Finally, Patrick spoke up. “But…that means we’ll have to go everywhere naked.”

“Yep, and we won’t have to buy any back to school clothes this year.”

“But we can just wear our old clothes. Please, I promise…”

“No buts. This decision is final and if I hear any whining or complaining about it you’ll be grounded for a month. Is that clear?”

“Yes, ma’am.” Neither boy said anything after that, but they both looked down sullenly. Christine knew this wasn’t going to be easy.

The car pulled up to the courthouse and the boys followed their mother inside, eyes cast firmly on their bare feet. They shuffled down a hallway to a doorway with a sign that read “Lifestyle Registrations.”

As the door opened the registrar looked up from her desk.

“You folks registering for something today?”

“Not me, but the boys are becoming nudists.”

“Alright, here’s your paperwork and a set of handbooks. Would you like tranquilizer shots?”

Christine looked at her sons. They were sullen, but not openly defiant.

“I don’t think we’ll need them. Will we?”

Tommy silently shook his head.

“There’s a bin by the door. You can leave the clothes they have on now there if you’d like.”

“Thank you. Boys, go ahead and put your bathing suits in the bin.”

Tommy blushed furiously and took off his shorts, but Patrick still seemed reluctant.

“Go on Patrick.”

After weighing his options for another few seconds, Patrick finally complied.

After disposing of the now unnecessary clothing, Patrick and Tommy followed their mother back to the car, hands firmly clasped over their genitals.

The next stop was the grocery store. Christine sent the boys off to get the pencils and notebooks they’d need for the coming year while she browsed the produce aisle.

Acutely aware of the stares they were getting from everyone else in the store, and terrified of running in to someone they knew, the boys got what they needed as fast as possible and hurried to find their mother.

They found her in the meat section, talking to none other than Leslie Vinson, the Serrano’s next door neighbor and the queen bee of the eighth grade. Tommy tried to back away before being seen, but Mrs. Serrano had already spotted him.

“Tommy, look who I ran into.”

Tommy groaned, as his brother hid behind him. Leslie had already been informed of the morning’s activities, but feigned shock as she took in his naked body for the first time.

“Tommy, you’re…naked.”

“Yeah, I, uh…yeah.”

Leslie suspected that she would soon be joining him in permanent nudity, so she went easy on him.

“You look nice.”

“Uhh…thanks, I guess.”

Christine broke the awkward silence. “If you boys have everything you need we can go ahead and check out. Tell your mother I said hi, Leslie.”

“Nice talking to you, Mrs. S.”

Chapter 2: Back at Home

After putting away the groceries, Christine instructed her sons to collect their clothing in trash bags to be taken to Goodwill. Knowing that he’d need to get the word out before Leslie if he had any hope of maintaining his social standing, Tommy took the opportunity to surreptitiously update his Facebook status.

“Mom just had me registered as a nudist. Now I have to go everywhere naked, FML.”

“There, now didn’t that make back to school shopping simpler?” Mrs. Serrano asked as the boys took the trash bags downstairs to be loaded into the minivan.

“Oh, yeah, and it’s going to make winter so much fun.” Tommy retorted sarcastically.

“You boys haven’t read the handbook they gave you,” Christine replied.

“Does it say anything about how I’m going to be the laughingstock of the whole high school?”

“No, but it does say that you can wear an overcoat and shoes outside if the temperature is below 50 degrees, and there’s some other stuff in there that might help you develop a better attitude about this whole thing.”

“Whatever.” Tommy went back upstairs and closed the door to his bedroom, perhaps a little harder than he really needed to. Lacking anything better to do, he flopped down on his bed and began reading the handbook…

“Nudist registrations can be purchased at any Federal courthouse and some post offices at a cost of $50.00, with discounts as listed in Section A, paragraph 5. A registration is valid for one year and obligates the registree to go fully nude during the period of registration with exceptions for jewelry and accessories as provided in Section B, paragraph 1, for inclement weather as provided in Section B, paragraph 2, and safety equipment as provided in Section B, paragraphs 3-7. Registrees are entitled to the rights and privileges enumerated in Section C.”

“Maybe that’s what Mom was talking about,” Tommy thought to himself, and flipped to Section C.

“Registered nudists are exempted from all Federal, state, and local public indecency laws, and are entitled to partake in sexual activity in any public space except for posted No-Sex Zones. Sexual activity includes, but is not limited to, masturbation or sexual intercourse with a partner.

“Great,” Tommy thought, “so in addition to being forced to go naked everywhere I can jerk off in front of whoever I want, that’s totally going to turn around my ‘attitude.’ It’s not like I’d ever get to have ‘sexual intercourse with a partner.’ Nobody in their right minds is going to want to have sex with a naked freak!”

Chapter 3: The First Day of School

Tommy was actually wrong about that, as he discovered a week later, the morning of the first day of school, when a girl he’d never met before approached him at his locker.

“Hey, you’re one of those nudists, aren’t you?”

“Uhh…yeah.”

“You want me to suck your cock?”

Before Tommy could formulate a response, the girl knelt down and began fellating him. This spectacle gathered Tommy a small audience, including Leslie Vinson, but he was too wrapped up in the experience to notice. The girl brought Tommy to orgasm and swallowed his ejaculate, leaving him standing, somewhat dazed, in the middle of the crowd.

“That’s Leah,” Leslie explained, “she’s a huge slut, in case you haven’t noticed.”

“I think I like sluts.”

Recovering his wits, Tommy put his books away and proceeded to his first class, Geometry.

The teacher looked up at him as he entered.

“You must be Thomas Serrano.”

“Ummm…yes, sir. How did you?”

“I was warned about you.”

“Warned?”

“About the…ahhh…” he gestured at Tommy’s exposed genitals. “If you don’t mind, I’d like you to sit towards the front. It’s not supposed to be a punishment for you, it’s just that you might be distracting to the other students, and I’d like them to at least be looking in the general direction of the board.”

“Oh, yes sir.”

Tommy sat down in the front row and waited for the class to begin. Just as expected, everyone stared at him, and he was once again embarrassed to be naked.

The embarrassment was compounded in gym class, when the coach started handing out uniforms.

“Serrano!” he called out, and Tommy raised his hand.

“That’d be the one. Under the nudie-registration documents I got from the district you’re supposed to stay naked in PE except for safety equipment, which we don’t stock. You’re going to need to go out and get yourself an athletic cup for ball sports, if you don’t already have one, and I’m going to check back with the district about whether shoes count as safety equipment. Otherwise, you’ll just have to stay barefooted.”

“Yes, sir.”

Fortunately, Tommy didn’t get singled out again in any of the rest of his morning classes. He did continue to attract stares from his classmates, especially the girls. The attention, combined with the open air, caused Tommy to become aroused again. He looked around the cafeteria for Leah, but he couldn’t find her. Instead, he found a group of his friends from middle school and sat with them in the courtyard. It turned out that they were quite impressed with his exploits that morning, which had already spread around the school.

In fact, Tommy was becoming something of a school celebrity, and several people came up to talk to him over the course of lunch. Tommy managed to convince one of them to repeat Leah’s performance from the morning, and left for fifth period drained but happy, and with an invitation to a sophomore’s birthday party that Friday for himself and his friends.

He had gotten used to the attention by then, and the rest of the day passed by uneventfully. The high school was fairly close to Tommy’s house, so he walked home, accompanied by Leslie.

As they were climbing the hill between Tommy’s house and the school, the middle school bus passed them and dropped off Patrick and the other middle school students in the neighborhood. Several of the older students, led by Lance Preston, a seventh grader who Tommy had heard his mother speak of in unflattering terms, began following him and yelling something at him. As they got closer, Tommy could tell they were making fun of him for being naked. Patrick looked pretty miserable, so he decided to do something about it.

“Hey, you kids beat it!” he yelled, in the most menacing voice he could muster.

“What are you, the naked police?” Lance retorted.

Tommy really didn’t want to end up fighting a younger kid, but if he had to this was definitely the one he would pick.

“You heard me, beat it!”

“Or what?”

At this point Leslie stepped in to help. “We’ll call the real naked police. Did you know the penalty for harassing a registered lifestylist is seven years in prison?”

Lance paled, but kept his composure. “Yeah, right.”

Leslie got out her phone, and pretended to start dialing. Sensing that his bluff and been called, Lance turned around and ran away, followed by his gang.

“Thanks, Leslie,” Tommy said, “where’d you come up with that?”

“I saw someone pull the same trick in a movie once.”

“Are you alright?” Tommy asked his younger brother.

“I guess so,” Patrick looked at the ground.

“Have they been doing that all day?”

“Pretty much. Are you going to tell Mom?”

“No.” Everyone knew that involving parents would make the situation a lot worse.

With the problem dealt with for the moment, the trio proceeded home.

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