Karen naked in school

by Karen Wagner


-- Monday

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

But when I got inside the front door, I had to push my way into a big
crowd.  I asked someone what was going on, but didn't have time to
listen to their answer.  "Karen Wagner, right?" a guy said.  I nodded,
and he grabbed my arm and swept through the crowd with me.  I didn't
know who he was, but he took me to the principal's office.  The
principal met me at the door.  The crowd was kept back a few feet from
the door, but it was very loud.

I didn't know him, I'd said "Hi" to him in the hallway, but I knew who
he was, of course.  I was surprised to find he knew who I was.
"What's going on?" I asked him.  "Hmm.  Yes."  He coughed, seeming a
little nervous, but then smiled at me.  "You've been selected, Miss

"For what?"  I was mystified.

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

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

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

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

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

I didn't have any choice, clearly.  I gulped very hard and very
nervously, but as quickly as I could manage, I started taking off my
clothes.  The crowd mostly cheered, aside from some of my best
friends.  No one stepped forward to help me.

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

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

"You won't be needing them," he told me.

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

"B-but..."  I was terrified!  "You said I could have my shoes and

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

"Go ahead and put them on if you wish," the principal told me,
smiling, and I sat on a bench and did so.  It didn't help at all, I
had goosebumps all over.

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

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

There was a list of rules, as the principal had mentioned.  One was
that I would be required to stay in public areas of the school, except
for three bathroom breaks per day, of no more than 5 minutes.  I'd
have to use the boy's locker room for gym class.  I wasn't allowed to
cover myself with any type of clothing, books, a backpack, or even my
hands during school; if I did so at any time, my hands could be tied
or handcuffed behind me!

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

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

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

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


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

"Come up here, please."

I walked nervously to the front of the class.

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

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

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

I did so.  God, it was humiliating!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

During free time, I was chatting briefly with one of my friends,
Cindy.  She was nervous because of all the attention I was getting
from the guys, so she swam away from me.  I started to swim away, too,
but one of the guys caught me by the arm.  His name was Mike.  I
didn't know him very well.

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

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

I blushed.  "It's pretty embarrassing," I told him.  "It's going to be
a long week!"

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

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

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

"I thought so, too," another guy said.  "Hey!  Mr. Roquette!  Doesn't
she have to pose for people?"

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

Mike explained briefly.

Mr. Roquette looked at me and sighed.  "It's tough getting used to all
of this, isn't it?" he asked me.

I nodded, embarrassed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

He smiled.  "I think so.  Just don't cover yourself for long with the

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

I put my shoes and socks back on, and stepped back into the hallway,
feeling more nervous once again.  The boy's locker room was full of
guys, but at least it wasn't the whole school.

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

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

He grinned, a little embarrassed but shrugging it off easily.  "I
didn't make the rules.  I can walk with you to your next class if you

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

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

"Well... it is *awfully* embarrassing."  I blushed.  "I don't have a
lot of choices about it."

"I'm glad you had to do it.  You're very pretty, Karen!"

I glared and started to stomp off.

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

I stopped, still blushing hard.  "I... sorry.  It's very difficult.
I'll try to be nice."

"You're always nice," he told me.  "Come on, let's be friends."

"All... right."  I smiled a little.

"I'm still going to enjoy looking at you, though," he said cheerfully.

"I can't stop you," I sighed.

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

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

The boys all began joking.

"We'll use such opportunities for tests," she added.  "Study hard; you
wouldn't want to come up short on any of those questions, would you?"
She grinned again.

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

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

Finally the class was over with.  It was lunch time.  A group of my
friends gathered around me and didn't let anyone disturb me while I
ate.  It was the only real break I had that day.  Of course, they
questioned me in detail about my day, and how it felt to have to stay
naked through school, and what I planned to do about the following
day and the rest of the week.

"Somehow I don't think they'll let me just stay home sick for the rest
of the week," I said, and explained what I'd heard about the freshman

"So you're just going to *do* it?" Helen asked me.  "Come to school
naked all week?"

"I don't have any choice at all," I pointed out angrily.  "None!"

After lunch, I had English class, then government.  They went as the
rest of the day had gone.  My government teacher couldn't keep his
mind on class, and kept making Freudian slips as he tried to watch me
while teaching the subject.

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

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

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

"Oh.  Sure, of course.  You will remember to leave it out of the
school for tomorrow, won't you?"

"Somehow I doubt if I'll forget," I said, and started to get dressed.

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

"What's wrong?" my dad asked in his firm but friendly way.

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

He held me for a while, until I settled down, then he had me explain
what had happened.  I was shocked when I glimpsed his face; he didn't
seem upset at all!

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

I couldn't believe what he was saying!  I looked at my mother, and she
was nodding!

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

"You had... you *asked*..."  I was gasping.

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

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

"That's not going to happen, dear," my mother said soothingly.
"Listen to your father, please."

I didn't really want to, but finally, after several deep breaths, I
sat down again and listened numbly.

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

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

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

They left after that, and I didn't see them again until they wished me

-- Tuesday

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

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

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

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

The guys were watching me and grinning.  When I turned around, I heard
comments.  "I think she's going to do it now!"  "She's got a great
body, doesn't she?"  "Best tits in school!" "She looks scared!"
"Yeah, she's shy.  Makes it cute to watch her."

I was very nervous, and took a couple of deep breaths, wiping my hands
on my pants.  If I didn't want to strip in front of a crowd, though, I
had to go ahead pretty soon, though.  I gulped hard and faced against
a wall, and kicked off my shoes.  Then I hurriedly pulled off my shirt
and then pushed my pants down and off, my face *blazing*, and dropped
my clothes into the box.  I was wearing nothing but socks!  I went
back and got my shoes on, then rushed to the door to go inside.

It was locked!  The school door didn't open for students until 15
minutes before classes began.  I couldn't go in for another 10 or 15

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

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

"I thought I'd be able to go inside," I said feebly.

"So what's the big deal?" one of the guys asked me.

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

"So?  You're going to do it all day anyway," he said reasonably.

I stared.

"We're getting a few minutes of a private show.  It's not that big of
a deal, compared to the whole rest of the day.  Is it?"

"I guess not," I admitted slowly.  "I didn't expect it, though!"

He smiled.  "We're not going to hurt you, we're just going to enjoy
watching you.  Okay?"

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

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

I shook my head.

"I'm Dennis," he introduced himself.  "You're Karen Wagner, I know."

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

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

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

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

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

"I see you're ready for school today," he observed.

I blushed.  "I don't have any choice about it," I reminded him.

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

I swallowed.  "I'll... do my best," I told him nervously.

"Great.  Thanks!"

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

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

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

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

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

He nodded.  "Turn around now."

I did so.

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

I stayed still, but felt nervous.  I couldn't see behind me.  Someone
could grab me from behind, and I wouldn't even know who it was!

Finally, the principal chuckled.  "That's enough for now, Karen.
You'd better get to class."

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

"Did everyone do their homework?" Mr. Dennison asked.  "I didn't
expect you would, of course, Karen," he told me, but everyone else
had.  "Why don't you come up here, and you can work the problems on
the board, with the help of the class."

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

History class, once again, was really a relief, as the teacher was
sympathetic to me.  Once again, she let me sit in the back of the
classroom, and didn't call on me to answer any questions.

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

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

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

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

Mr. Roquette was the only one there when I got there.  "Hi, Karen!" he
smiled.  "You've had some background in gymnastics and tumbling,
haven't you?"

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

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

I nodded, blushing.  "I'll help," I agreed.  "I -- I have to be naked
anyway," I told him self-consciously.

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

Mr. Roquette used me to demonstrate basic tumbling, then asked me to
help out some of the boys who were struggling.  They liked that pretty
well... I don't think it helped them a lot; they seemed to get more
clumsy.  They were looking at me, more than paying attention to their

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You're getting used to it a little," Mike said.  He'd waited for me
outside the door.

I jumped, he'd surprised me, but then took a breath.  "I guess so, a
little," I nodded.  "I'll still be glad when this week is over with!"

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

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

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

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

My next class was biology.  Once again, Miss Hooker asked me to come
to the front of the class and had me sit on the high stool, facing
the class.  "Take off your shoes and socks, too, please," she told me,
smiling.  "You can spend this class period fully bare, don't you

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

"Move your knees apart!" one of the guys suggested.

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

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

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

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

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

The class tittered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"We'll practice what we learned.  Thanks!" one of the boys said,
grinning, as he walked out the door.

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

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

I didn't know them.  "I... I'd really just like a break for lunch
time," I declined shyly.  "I don't even know you two."

"I'm Jeff, he's Rick," one of them said, smiling easily.

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

"Well... yes, that's right," Rick nodded, hanging his head a little.
"We won't bother you any more, Karen.  Come on, Jeff."  He started
walking away.  Jeff hesitated a moment, then followed him.

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

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

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

"It's pretty embarrassing," I admitted.  "The whole week is going to
be embarrassing!"

"I heard you have to shower in the guy's locker room after gym," Rick

"That's true."  I took a bite of my ham sandwich.  I wasn't very
hungry, but thought I'd better eat something.

"Do they... touch you?"

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

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

I looked at him nervously.

"You said it made you horny," he shrugged.  "Miss Hooker said that was
a normal reaction to those circumstances.  Sexual arousal is pretty
much defined as the desire to have sexual contact, wouldn't you say?
So if it makes you horny to have a bunch of guys watching you shower,
you'd probably enjoy being touched."

"Well, no, I..." I started to object.

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

I blushed, but took another bite of my sandwich so I wouldn't have to

"What are the most difficult things you've had to do?" Rick asked me.

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

"What about the best parts?  I hope it hasn't all been miserable!"

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

He chuckled.  The guys were both done with their lunches, and I didn't
want any more of mine.  Rick took our trays to the trash bin, then we
all walked toward the cafeteria door.

"Karen... stay still for a minute, okay?" Rick told me.  He moved
close to me and pulled me against him, and gave me a hug.  I was
surprised, but it felt so nice... I hugged him back and buried my face
in his shoulder.  He didn't pull away until I let go.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Finally, it was time to head to government class.  Once again, Mr.
Hansen, the young government teacher, didn't do a very good job of
concentrating on teaching; he was trying to look at me and also
teach at the same time.  It didn't work; the class tittered again
and again as he kept making mistakes that turned into crude comments.
He was sweating from embarrassment, and it was also difficult for me.

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

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

"How did today go?" he asked me.

"Oh... fine, mostly, I guess," I said hurriedly.  I wanted to go get

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

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

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

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

He looked surprised.  "Well, for you personally, the main one is the
opportunity to grow, I would think.  Would you say you haven't learned
anything in the last couple of days?  Anything at all?  You don't have
to answer now.  Think about that one."

I shrugged slightly.

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

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

He shrugged.  "You can come to enjoy it if you want to," he stated
matter of factly.  "And if you don't want to, no one can help you at
all.  I suggest you think about that as well."

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

They didn't think I should be so shy.  They thought I should be proud
of myself and my body.  They thought it should be fun and exciting for
me to spend a week in school in the nude, and wished I was enjoying it

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

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

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

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

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

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

He settled back in his chair.  "Hmm.  At home, of course, you can do
what you want.  You haven't run around naked since you were a little
girl, but you could if you wanted to."

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

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

I took a breath and shook my head.

"Go ahead," she told me, smiling.

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

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

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

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

"Do you want to?" my father asked.

I shrugged nervously.

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

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

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

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

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

I wasn't watching where I was going, and ran right into someone.  We
both fell on the sidewalk.  I apologized profusely as I was getting

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

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

I blushed, then giggled.  "I guess so!"

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

I unloaded on him.  "I can't believe this week in school!" I said.
"My parents think it's great, the principal told me I should think
of it as a positive... it's so humiliating for me, the one who
actually has to do it, that I almost can't stand it!"

He listened, and I complained about the situation at length.  But
about the 4th time I said it wasn't fair, he shrugged.  "I don't think
it's quite that bad," he told me seriously.

"You... don't?"  I felt kind of hostile toward him right then.

"Take it easy!" he cautioned me, then went on.  "No, I don't.  You've
very pretty.  It's not just me; everyone thinks so.  What if you
weren't?  *Then* it would be pretty bad.  What if you were that
freshman girl who was so terrified she had to go to a psychiatrist?
She's going to have to do it all over again another week, too.  How
about that?  But she'll be all right, too.  She'll get over her
problem, and some day she'll be glad she did it.  You're fine right
now, Karen.  Not that I think it's easy, for you or any of the girls;
it's clearly not.  But *you're* fine."

I blushed again.

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

We walked along a side street.  He didn't say anything, just walked
along, looking around at cars going by, houses we were walking past,
and trees.

"Mike?" I ventured tentatively.  "I hope you're not mad at me."

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

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

"Going bare?"

I nodded.

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

"I guess... it's legal for me to do it anywhere."  I blushed, looking
at the street nervously.

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

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

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

He chuckled.  "You're amazing!"  He looked me over.  "Beautiful, too."

I forced another smile.  "Thanks..."

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

"All right," I agreed.

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

Another car came by.  "Wave at it!" he urged me.  I didn't, but I
didn't try to hide, either.  I did wave at the next one, and giggled a

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

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

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

-- Wednesday

I got up in the morning and headed for the bathroom.  I thought about
my previous evening walk as I took my shower.  I couldn't believe I'd
done it!

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

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

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

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

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

The principal came out just then.

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

"You're going to be walking around in the nude all day, anyway, aren't
you, Miss Wagner?" he asked me.  I nodded.  "Everyone will see you
doing it.  I don't see how it could possibly hurt you to have pictures
taken.  Will it?"

"I... guess not," I admitted, swallowing hard.

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

"Will you work with me?" Harold asked.  "Please?"

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

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

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

"All right, Karen, are you ready?  We'll have to move right along
here," Harold said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Time to get to class," the principal said.

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

"Thanks for posing for me!" Harold said warmly.  "It's really nice of
you to do that!"

"You're... uh... welcome," I said, a little confusedly.  He opened the
door for me, and then followed me inside.

"I'll be taking candid pictures of you between classes," he told me.
"I'd really like to ask you to pose some more after school.  Would you
be willing to do that?"

I blushed nervously.  "Why don't you ask me later in the day, okay?" I
hedged.  I had no intention of posing any more, but didn't want to
just tell him 'no'.

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

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

"You don't seem to be trying very hard today, Karen," Mr. Dennison
said after I made mistakes on the first couple of problems.  "You will
find that, even if you get by mostly on your looks and pretty body, it
will still help to have some background in mathematics."

"I'm sorry!" I apologized meekly, blushing.

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

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

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

"Thanks," I said to him, smiling.

"Ask him what he'd like for his reward," Mr. Dennison ordered me.

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

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

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

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

"Don't move," Tim whispered, and unobtrusively licked my nipple!  I
shivered, but stayed still.  He licked at me for the whole 5 minutes,
while Mr.  Dennison continued to discuss math.

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

"Now perhaps you'll be paying more attention?" he smiled.  "Let's try
another problem.  Class, who would like to correct Karen if she's
still inattentive to the principles of algebra?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She had a sudden, shocking thought.  After a moment of indecision,
thinking how devastated she'd be if she didn't get the loan, she bit
her lip and hurriedly unbuttoned her blouse, opened her bra, and
unfastened her dress.  She left her shoes and panty hose on the floor,
picked up her briefcase, and went past the startled receptionist and
into the meeting room, stepping barefoot onto the plush carpet and
boldly, but blushing, faced the committee men, nude, pretty and anxious.

She got the loan.

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

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

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

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

"I guess we'd better let her go," the first one said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Hey, what caused that?" Mike asked me.

"N-nothing!" I protested.  I didn't have to explain my thoughts, thank
goodness!  I tried to think about something else, but couldn't get my
mind off Jeff's suggestion!  The guys were all staring at me.

"I think I made her horny!" one of the guys said, grinning.

"You've got a really nice nipple erection," another explained

Mike nodded.

"I'm sorry," I said, blushing.  "I have to get out of here!"  I
started rushing from the showers, intending to dash into the
girl's bathroom as quickly as I could.

"What's the problem?" Mr. Roquette asked, coming into the shower from
the pool.

"I have to go to the bathroom!" I explained hastily.

"She started to get aroused when we all came into the shower," one of
the guys told him.

"Oh."  Mr. Roquette caught my arm.  "Stop, Karen.  That's normal
enough under the circumstances.  Go finish your shower."

"But..." I began to protest, then stopped.  What could I say?  "Yes,
sir," I said meekly, and went back to the shower I'd been using.

The guys were all watching me very closely now.  "Keep your feet
apart, Karen!" one guy suggested.  "Jiggle your tits for us, please!"
"Raise your hands above your head."  I had to follow all of their
suggestions about posing.  As I did so, I kept thinking of what it
would be like if I had to let them touch me however they wanted as

Finally, they had to get out of the shower and get dressed.  I had to
follow them into the locker room and towel off in front of them, but
since I only had to put on my shoes and socks, I managed to get out of
the locker room before most of them could do so.

I got to my biology class without seeing Harold, which was a relief.
I took my seat on the stool in front of the class as I had the two
days before, then shrugged and took off my shoes and socks and sat
fully bare.

"Oh, how nice, you're being more cooperative today."  Miss Hooker
smiled as she closed the classroom door.  "Did any of the boys in
class try to be nice to you to see if they could interest you

I blushed.  "Um, yes, a couple of them tried."

"And how did you respond?" she asked as the class looked at me

"I... haven't... had sex with anyone," I told her, flustered, as
the class tittered.

"Not yet," she corrected me, smiling.

"Right."  I blushed again.

"Are you more aroused, or less aroused, today than yesterday?" she

"More," I admitted, gulping, thinking about the shower room.

"It's perfectly natural," she said reassuringly.  "The sexual
pressures on you are growing all the time."  She smiled.  "I'm sure
the boys are all paying attention!"

She continued her discussion of reproductive issues through the class
session, while I posed in front of the class and served as a display
model for her comments.

Finally, we got to the end of the class.  "Tomorrow's class should be
interesting," Miss Hooker promised cheerfully.  "See you all

I put my socks and shoes on as the rest of the class filed past.  Rick
and Jeff waited outside the door for me.

"Can we join you for lunch?" Rick asked.

"That sounds very nice," I said, smiling, and we went to the cafeteria
and ate.  We each got a tray with our food, and sat down at an empty

As soon as we sat down, a couple of other guys tried to join us.
"Could you leave us alone?" Jeff asked politely.  "We're trying to
give the poor girl a break so she can eat."

"I guess," one of the guys said.  "Come on, Eddie."

"We just wanted a closer look at you," Eddie explained to me.  "We
don't have any classes together, and have only caught glimpses in the
hallway.  We didn't mean to bother you.  Sorry!"

"It's all right.  Thank you for being so considerate!" I said smiling
at him.

They moved to the next table over, and both of them stared at me.

"I tried what you suggested, in the boy's shower," I told Jeff,
blushing.  "Once I started, I just could not stop!  I got very horny
and embarrassed.   All the guys really loved teasing me about my
nipple erection."

He grinned.  "Think about us handling you all over," he suggested.
"I'd like to see that, too!"

I stuck out my tongue at him, then giggled and continued eating.

"How about if you were covered with mashed potatoes all over, and a
bunch of guys were eating them off you?" Rick teased.

I wrinkled up my nose.  "Yecch!"

"If someone said they wanted to see you like that... do you think
you'd have to do it?" he asked.

I blushed suddenly.  "I hope not.  Please don't try to find out!"

The guys both chuckled.

"Now will you think about us handling you all over so we can see your
nipple erection?" Jeff asked.  "After lunch, anyway?"

"What if I don't?" I asked.

Rick winked.

I sighed.  "All right," I agreed reluctantly.  "After lunch."

They both grinned cheerfully, and finished eating as quickly as they
could.  We disposed of our trays, then went outside into the

"You can do it here," Jeff said.

"All right," I nodded, looking around.  There were several other
students in the courtyard.  I sighed; I didn't imagine I'd be able to
find a very private location.

The guys sat down on a bench, and I kicked off my shoes and socks,
then stood in front of them.  I blushed; I was bare naked.  I
looked boldly at their faces, then made myself smile, and moved my
feet apart.  I intertwined my fingers together behind my head, and
thought about being so completely exposed in front of them.  They
could reach their hands out and fondle me, and I just had to let them
do it.  I blushed a little harder.  They could slide their fingers
inside my vagina, or rub my bare buttocks if they wanted to.  I forced
myself to look at their faces, and to smile at them.  I felt very warm
and aroused.

They were both grinning at me.  "Wow, that's really wonderful!" Rick

Jeff grinned.  "You look like you really want to do it!" he told me.

I nodded, blushing.

"Hi Karen!" someone said, and I gulped.  It was Harold!  He quickly
snapped a few pictures of me like that, then dashed off, laughing.

I blushed harder, but couldn't do anything about it.  Jeff started to
get up, but I shook my head.  "Let him go, there's nothing you can
do, either."  I gulped hard, watching him go.

It was time to get to class.  I put my socks and shoes back on, and
went back inside the school.

In English class, we had to write a poem for the first half of
class.  I wrote a little story poem about a girl who lost a bet and
had to be a sex slave on weekends, and went from hating it the first
weekend to to loving it by the end.

"Is everyone done writing their poem?" the teacher asked.

A few people shook their heads.

"How many people wrote something so embarrassing about sex that they
don't want anyone to see it?" the teacher asked.

My hand went up, along with about half the class.  Then several other
hands went up; most of the class.

She smiled.  "That's usually how it works with teenagers," she said.
"The only thing on your minds is sex with other teenagers, but you
don't want to talk about it with them."

The class laughed.

"Did any of you write your names on your poems?  If you did, scribble
them out or tear that part of the page off, please," she went on, then
walked around collecting the papers from the students.  Then she went
back around the room, passing out the poems at random!

"Each of you will be reading aloud one of the poems written by
another student," she told us cheerfully.  "Karen, you can go first."

Each person had to stand in front of the class and read off someone's
poem.  Everyone else in the class looked around at the others, trying
to figure out who wrote which poem.

I had to read one from a guy.  Most of us got poems written by the
opposite gender.

I stood in front of the class, and started reading the poem, which
started out with noble-sounding love remarks.

   Her lips are sweet, she's beautiful
   Her body soft but firm

Then suddenly got less comfortable for me:

   She walks all naked everywhere
   Her ass and nipples boldly bare
   Her sexuality, she dares
   to flaunt before those foul and fair

I stopped, blushing as I looked around at the class.

"Go on, Karen," the teacher told me firmly.

I swallowed and nodded.

   Karen Wagner, blond and sweet
   gives the guy's gym class a treat
   naked from her head to feet
   she showers till they are all clean.

   She's timid but she's still aroused
   with nipples firmly pushing out
   With her sweet smile and open brows
   I wish I had her in my house!

The class clapped and whistled, and I rushed back to my seat.

I sat and listened to the rest of the poems.  Almost all of the ones
written by guys were about me.

Finally, the class was over with, and I escaped into the hallway.  I
had just one more class to get through.  It wasn't too bad; it was
government class.

I went into the classroom early.  Mr. Hansen smiled broadly as I came
in and took my seat.  There were still a few minutes until the start
of the next period.

"You're looking nice today," he told me.

"T-thanks," I said, then forced a smile at him.

"I hope you don't mind if I stare a little," he said apologetically.
"Teaching school doesn't prepare you for... for female students
attending class in the nude."

I blushed a little.  "No one prepared me for it, either," I told him,
then gulped and decided to explain a little more to him.  "Mr.
Hansen... it's... it seems like everyone in the school has been
staring at me all week!  I *have* to let them do that.  I'm not
allowed to cover myself in any way, and I have to pose for anyone who
asks me to.  However they ask me to, Mr. Hansen."  I blushed harder.
"Also, I have to participate in class however I'm asked by a teacher."

"Really."  He looked at me thoughtfully for a minute.  "It's not easy
to see how I could ask you to participate in a government class," he
admitted.  "Not off the top of my head, anyway.  But if you think of
anything, you may volunteer if you wish."

I was surprised he didn't leap at the opportunity to use me in his
class.  I smiled at him.  "Thanks... I will!"

The other students filed in.  I spent the class session trying to
distract Mr. Hansen by smiling at him, stretching when he was looking
in my direction, and fingering myself between my legs.  He stumbled a
couple of times, but overall did a much better job of teaching.

Finally, it was the end of the school day!  I rushed out of class and
headed for the front door, very anxious to get my clothes on.

"Hay!  Karen!"  It was Harold.

I groaned a little, but then turned toward him and smiled.  "Hi,

"Hi Karen!"  He looked at me, a little uncertainly.  "You were going
to pose with me after school, right?"

I blushed.  "Harold... it's been an awfully long day... can't we

His face fell.  "You don't want to."  He looked down, then away.  "Oh,
all right."

I sighed, relieved.  "Thanks, Harold!  I'm glad you understand!"  I
continued rushing toward the front of the school, then stopped and
looked back.  "Harold?"

"Yeah?"  He looked at me.

"You can take pictures while I get dressed," I offered.

"Oh -- that's better than nothing.  Thanks!"  He smiled, following me.
"Don't get dressed *too* fast, though, okay?"

"I'll try to do it slowly," I promised him.

I hurried outside the front door, and saw the other girls were already
getting dressed.

"Miss Wagner?"  It was the principal.

"Hi, Mr. Harrison!"  I smiled at him.

"Harold there told me he planned to ask you to pose for him for a
while after school.  I see he's with you."

I nodded.  "He's going to take a few more pictures while I get
dressed.  Please, can I have my clothes now?"

"Hmm.  Well, now... he seemed to have something a little more
extensive planned."  Mr. Harrison picked up my clothes and looked them
over, then looked at me without handing them to me.  "Actually I told
him I'd help him by opening the football field and gym and such, so he
could take pictures in different settings.  Wouldn't you be willing to
cooperate for a while, Miss Wagner?"

I blushed hard.  "I... uh..."

He smiled.  "If you do just what he wants, I'm sure we can all be out
of here in an hour.  Then you can have your clothes back."

"Actually, Mr. Harrison, I wanted to get more pictures of her taking
them off and wearing just part of them," Harold told him.

"I'm sure that will be just fine," he nodded.  "Where would you like
to start, Harold?"

I didn't get to object at *all*.  Harold had his camera bag, and Mr.
Harrison hung onto my clothes.

"Let's start at the football field," Harold said, smiling, and we
walked over to it.

Harold had me stand right out on the field, and took several pictures,
showing different angles of the field and of me.  "Take off your shoes
and socks," he directed, and took more pictures while I was fully
bare.  Then more pictures under the scoreboard, still fully bare, and
then running around in the stands.

He had me get dressed, then made me slowly strip in the stands while
he took more pictures.  I had to do it again from two other places in
the stands.

"Now let's do the same thing in the end zone," he suggested.  "Then
we'll be done."

I perked up quite a bit when he said that.  I got dressed in the
stands, then hurried down to the end zone to finish with the photo
session.  I tried to smile and be as cheerful as possible, and I
cooperated as eagerly as I could with Harold's directions.  He grinned
as he took pictures of me sliding my pants down, and gaily tossing my
bra in the air, and dancing around under the goal post, bare naked.

"All right, Karen, that's all," he said finally.

"It *is*?  I can get dressed now?" He nodded.

I had scattered my clothes around the end zone.  I darted to my
underpants, and started to put them on, but then giggled and decided
to gather up all my clothes before getting dressed.

Harold watched me, grinning.  "So you don't really mind being naked
all that much?" he remarked as I picked up my shirt.

I blushed.  "It's pretty embarrassing," I told him.  "Try having
someone take your clothes away, and see!"

"But you're relaxed about it it now," he pointed out.  "You still
haven't put anything on."

"Oh!"  I blushed again and finished picking up my clothes, then
hurriedly put them on.

Harold grinned and walked back to the school.  He offered me a ride
home, but I declined; I didn't mind walking, I explained.  I hugged
him, though.  There was no point in not being nice.  I walked home


I got home just before dinner.

"Did you have an interesting day today, dear?" my mother asked me.

I nodded, blushing.  "This boy took a camera, and I had to pose for
him before school while I undressed," I told her.  "Then the principal
made me stay after school and pose naked for him on the football

She smiled.  "That sounds like good experience.  Did you enjoy it?"

"Not much.  It's awfully humiliating."

She put her arm around me.  "I know, dear. But it'll be good for you.
Try to understand that, and learn as much as you can from doing it."

"I'll try, Mom."  I smiled at her.

"Dinner is in about 10 minutes," she told me.

"I just have to run upstairs for a minute," I called back to her.

I went up to my room, but Jimmy stopped me on the stairs.  "I saw you
after school," he told me.  "At least I thought it was you, walking
out toward the football field with no clothes on."

I blushed.  I hadn't been ready for this; I hadn't decided how to deal
with it with Jimmy.

"It was me," I admitted.  "Jimmy... come on upstairs."

He followed me to my room, and I explained briefly about the week of
nudity, and showed him the brochure the principal had given me.

He listened, then glanced at the brochure.  "Some of the other kids in
school told me, but it didn't sound very likely to me," he told me.
"Making girls go through school bare naked?  You being selected, and
then actually doing it?"

"I didn't have much choice.  I still don't," I told him.

He shrugged.  "It's all right.  I believe you."  He grinned.  "One of
my teachers told two girls who were whispering to one another to come
up to the front of the room and take off their shirts and pants.  They
both refused, and the teacher sent me to get the principal.  He came
right away, and he made the girls both strip to their underwear right
in class!  Boy were they embarrassed.  It was fun!"

"Then what happened?" I prompted him.

"Oh, they got their clothes back after class," he told me.

"It doesn't sound like it was fun for them!" I flared.

He shrugged and grinned.  "*I* didn't make them do it!"

"Dinner's ready!" Mom called.

We went downstairs, and sat down to eat.

"Are you going to be naked at home, or just in school?" he asked me

"I explained to him what was going on," I explained to Mom and Dad,
blushing a little.  Then I smiled at Jimmy.  "I guess if I can do it
all day in school, I can do it in the privacy of my own home!"  I
stood up and giggled a little, and took off my clothes, then sat down
again to dinner.

"I guess the program at school is doing you some good," Dad smiled.
"You're not so shy any more, Karen."

"I don't want to get too comfortable, since I know I'll have to face
the school without my clothes again tomorrow," I sighed.  "I'm going
to do it as cheerfully and openly as I can, though!" I vowed.

"Good girl!" he beamed.

After we finished eating, I got dressed again.  "I'll be back in a
while, probably before dark," I told my parents, and they waved as I

I walked down the street, then turned down another, then turned again,
waving and smiling to people I passed and cars that went past me.

I'd decided to do something daring and risky on my own.  I told myself
I was just looking for the right place.  Finally I decided to go ahead
and pick a place.  I saw a dead-end street and decided that would be

There was no one outside, I saw, and felt relieved.  I hurried down to
the end of the street, and looked around, then swallowed and took off
all my clothes.  I started to put my shoes on again, but giggled and
took off my socks instead.  I'd really go naked!

I looked for a place to put my clothes.  I needed to find something
quickly, and wanted something that wasn't easily and safely
accessible.  I saw a pickup truck in a driveway, and tossed my
clothes into the back of it, then ran until I got back to the cross

I turned right at the sidewalk, and nervously thought about how far I
should go.  10 blocks?  5?  I decided to add up the numbers of the
address of the next house, and then add the result until I got a
single digit number, and that's how many blocks I'd have to go before
I could turn around.  I looked up anxiously and saw the address: 609.
6+9=15; 1+5=6; I had to go 6 blocks.

Six blocks sounded like a lot, once I got to the first street. I
shivered and turned around, and started hurrying back.

A car pulled up next to me and stopped!  I blushed hard.


A guy got out from the driver's side.  It was Jeff!  Rick got out
from the passenger's side.  They were both grinning broadly.

"What are you doing?" Rick asked.

I took a deep, nervous breath.  "Just... out walking."

"Where are your clothes?" Rick asked.

"I left them in the back of a pickup truck," I explained.  "I'm going
to get them back now."

"If they're still there.  If the pickup truck is still there," Jeff
pointed out.

I blushed.  I hadn't thought of that!

"Would you like us to join you?" Rick asked.

"Um... okay," I nodded nervously.

They both walked along with me, back to the pickup truck.  It was
still there!

I sighed in relief, then smiled gratefully when Jeff got my clothes
for me.  The boys watched me put them on, and we walked back toward
their car.

"Are you interested in doing something else while naked?" Rick asked
me directly.

I swallowed.  "I was trying to think of something interesting and fun
that I could do," I admitted.  "I thought of a few, but kept
chickening out.  I only tried to do the one that you... caught me
doing, but I didn't finish that, either."

"But you're interested?" he said.  "How about if we come up with
something, then you have to do it?"

"Or you could come up with your own idea, but let us enforce you doing
it," Jeff suggested.

I nodded slowly.  "All... right.  Let's see what kind of ideas we can
come up with.  I'll... do something."

"I think you should take your clothes off while we talk, to make it
more interesting for all of us," Jeff suggested hopefully.

"Not here," I declined hastily, eyeing the street, then blushed.  The
guys were grinning.  I'd committed to stripping bare while we came up
with a daring idea for me to do.

"How about at the park?" Rick suggested, still grinning, and I nodded.

We walked down to the park a block away.  There was a picnic table in
a small grove of trees.  I headed over to it, and the guys followed.
I looked around nervously; there were other people in the park, but
none in that area.

"There's nothing illegal about taking off your clothes," Jeff told me
with a big grin on his face.

"I know!" I snapped, then sighed.  "Sorry," I apologized.

The guys were still looking at me eagerly.

I looked around again, then removed my shoes and socks.  I faced the
guys and pulled my shirt over my head, then slid my pants down and
off.  I took off my bra, then removed my underpants, and stood naked
in front of them.

Jeff picked them up.  "We'll keep these for you until you're done with
your next game," he said.

"All right," I agreed tensely.  "What do you think I should do?"

"You could go for a walk until you're at least 6 blocks from your
clothes," Jeff suggested.  "Like you were going to do before, but now
you'd actually have to do it."

I blushed.  "Okay, that's one idea.  I guess it's kind of the default,
if we don't come up with anything else."

"You could go streaking down Main Street," Rick suggested.  "You'd
thrill a lot of people!"

"How about if I thrill a few less people?" I hedged uncomfortably.

"What are you thinking of?" Jeff asked.

I looked out from behind the trees to the rest of the park.  "I could
run around the edge of the park, naked," I said, trembling nervously.

"You'll have to go all the way around," Rick said, grinning.  "Or you
don't get your clothes back."

I nodded.

"It's not even streaking.  You wear shoes when streaking," Jeff said.
"All right, if you do that, I'll agree to give you your clothes back."
He chuckled.  "Go ahead when you're ready, Karen!"

I gulped.  I could have said I wanted shoes!  But I was committed.  I
looked out at the park, and took a deep breath, then dashed out to the
fence at the edge of the park and started running.

I'd picked the direction with less people, and didn't see anyone for
the first 50 yards or so.  I ran past the front entrance, where I saw
a group of young teenagers; 13 and 14 year olds.  They laughed and
clapped as I went past, and followed behind me.  I felt nervous, but
soon realized they weren't bothering me, just following along to

I continued along the fence.  I couldn't run; there were roots and
stones and branches, and it was painful to step on them or trip on
them.  I moved along as quickly as I could, though.

I hesitated before passing a middle-aged woman who was walking along
the path, but the teenagers were still behind me.  "Good evening!" she
said, smiling cheerfully when she saw me.  "Hi!" I said, blushing, and
continued past.

A young married couple were pushing a stroller in the opposite
direction from me.  The guy stood and stared at me until his wife
elbowed him, then they both moved to the side and I continued past
them nervously.  They didn't talk to me, which I didn't mind.

I walked past a few other people going in both directions along the
path.  A pair of older guys were polite.  "Good evening, Miss," one of
them said.  "Nice time for a walk," the other added.  "It's a pleasant
night," I agreed, then hurriedly continued past them.  A younger guy
by himself whistled as I went past him.  When I glanced back, I saw he
had joined the teenagers and was following me.  I blushed and
continued on.

An elderly woman stopped me and called me a hussy.  I blushed really
hard then, and ran away from her.  I looked back and saw her chiding
the teenagers who were following me, but they ran past her, too,
laughing and ignoring her.

I kept going around the park as quickly as I could.  I had to go past
the volleyball court, which had an active game being played.  While I
was going past, the side which saw me first stopped to gape, and I saw
someone from the other side slam a ball over the net.  It hit one of
the players in the head!

"Are you okay?" I called out.

The guy staggered over to the side of the court and sat down.  Another
player went over to check him, then looked up at me and grinned.
"He'll be fine.  Want to fill in for him, baby?"

"Not now," I declined hastily, and continued along the path.

"Miss Wagner!"  I looked ahead, then blushed hard again.  It was Mr.
Harrison, then principal!  He grinned broadly.  "You're making very
good progress, Miss Wagner!"

"Um..."  I stared at him helplessly.

He looked me over.  "Not even shoes.  Are you enjoying yourself, Miss

"I guess.." I said, flustered.  "I... I've got to go.  Nice to see
you, Mr. Harrison!"  I hurried past him, and he chuckled, but didn't
stop me.

Finally I got back to where Jeff and Rick were waiting with my
clothes.  "Let me have those!" I said desperately.

"Turn around and pose in front of your fans for a minute first," Rick
told me.  I tried to grab my clothes from him, but he held them away
from me.

"Rick!" I protested.

"Just let them have a good look," Jeff advised me.

I blushed, but turned around to face the small crowd.  I posed with my
feet apart and my hands on my hips, then turned around all the way
until I was facing them again.

They applauded.  The guys were all grinning, and the girls were

"Now can I *please* get dressed?" I begged.

Rick chuckled and handed me my clothes, and I hurriedly got dressed.
The teenagers went away, and I hurried away from the park, with Jeff
and Rick following me.

"You did it!" Jeff told me, grinning, and gave me a big hug.  "You
walked all the way around the park, bare naked!"

Rick also gave me a big hug.  "That took a lot of courage and guts,"
he told me seriously.

"Thanks."  I was shivering, but managed to smile.  "Thanks for... for
being there, and making sure I actulaly had to finish."  I took a deep
breath, then finally giggled.

"Did you have a good time doing it?" Jeff asked, smiling broadly.

"I guess... now that it's done... it wasn't so bad," I allowed.

The guys drove me home, then walked up to the front of the house with

"What time is it?" I asked.

"About 8:30," Jeff said.

I nodded.  "It's not as late as I thought."  I looked around, then
giggled.  I was going to have to be naked in school the next day,
anyway!  "Wait just a minute, please," I said, looking at the guys
from the porch, and undressed once again in front of them.  I giggled
again and came down the stairs, and gave them both big hugs and
kisses.  "Thanks for an exciting evening!" I told them.

"Thanks to *you*!" Rick exclaimed.

I turned and ran up the stairs, and went in the front door, leaving my
clothes on the porch.

"Well, hello, Miss Exhibitionist!" my mother said, smiling at me.

"Hi, Mom!"  I looked down at myself.  "I decided to leave my clothes
outside," I explained blushing.

"I see."  She shrugged cheerfully.  "I didn't expect it, but it's
okay, of course."

"I'm going to answer the door and everything in the nude," I told her

Just then Jimmy came into the living room, and grinned.  "Hi, Sis!"
Then he turned back around.  "Hey, guys, come here!"

I stood in shock, blushing harder, as several guys came into the
kitchen.  They all chuckled and grinned.

"Karen, these are my friends," Jimmy introduced me, smiling broadly.
"There's Jack, Don, Roger, Dave and Harry."

"H-hi," I managed nervously.

"Hi Karen!" "Nice to meet you!"  "Glad to meet you!"  They all
answered at once, very boisterously.

"We're playing games in the living room.  Want to join us?" Jimmy
invited me.

"Um... I..." I nervously tried to come up with something else to do.

"Why don't you go ahead, dear?" Mom cut in.  Jimmy's friends all
enthusiastically chimed in.

"All... right," I gave in, and followed them into the living room.

"So what are you guys playing?" I asked.  Jimmy's stack of games was
in the corner.

"We were playing Risk," one of the boys said.  "But maybe we can find
something more interesting."

"Like what?  Strip poker?" another boy said laughing.

"Twister would be fun," someone suggested.  "Want to play Twister,

"Let's just be nice," Jimmy objected, glaring at his friends.  "She
doesn't have to run around the house naked in front of you guys."

They all stopped talking, and looked at Jimmy nervously, then at me.

"T-thanks, Jimmy," I said after a minute, then looked around at the
boys.  "But don't get too mad at your friends.  I guess I know as well
as anyone, it's very different having a bare naked girl in the room
with you.  It's... unusual... being the girl, too!  It's very
embarrassing," I acknowledged, looking down at my bare body and
blushing again.  "But... that's one of the chances I'm taking, I

"What would you like to do?" one of the boys asked.

I was surprised by the question.  "I don't really have anything in
mind," I said.  "I expected to just hang around the house.  I did tell
Mom I'd answer the door in the nude if anyone comes by," I admitted.
"I'm not going to put on any clothes until bedtime... well, not until
time to go to school tomorrow, really," I said, smiling a little.

"What are you willing to do?" he asked.

"I'll play games and stuff with you guys," I said.  "You can look at
me all you want."

"Will you turn around so we can look at your butt?" a boy asked me.

I nodded and turned around, then wiggled my behind and giggled.
"How's that?"

"How about if we use you as the prize; the winner gets to have you
pose or do something similar?" someone suggested.

It was less humiliating than what I had to do in school.  "Okay," I

They started a new Risk game.  Each time one of them won a country,
they got to make me do a different pose.  I resolved to do each request
as cheerfully as I could, and tried to be light-hearted as I posed
standing in front of the boys with my legs wide apart and leaning
backward while kneeling on the floor.

Jimmy got knocked out of the game by one of the guys.  "Do you do
anything special for bigger wins?" the boy asked me hopefully.  He
already had me standing and bending forward with my hands on the

I straightened up, then came over and gave him a quick peck on the
lips.  "How's that?" I asked.

"That's great!  My first kiss by a naked chick!"  He beamed.

"Your first kiss by anyone!"  "Except maybe his dog!"  "Yeah, his Mom
won't kiss him."  "Neither will yours."

They resumed the game, and I had to do a lot more poses, and give each
of the guys a kiss.  The overall winner pulled me against him and
forced a longer kiss on me.  I struggled a little at first, then
relaxed and kissed him back.

It was almost 11:00.  The boys had to go home.  They each politely
thanked me for playing along with their game.

I stepped outside the door and stood on the porch.  "It was fun," I
smiled.  "I'll see you all again sometime, maybe!"

As they left, I picked up my clothes and took them inside.  I picked
out some new clothes for the next day and took them out, leaving them
on the porch.  I'd dress outside when I was ready to go to school.  I
went to bed, sleeping in the nude.  I usually wore pajamas, but was
resolved not to wear anything for a while.