When I got to school Monday, the security guard directed me to the office of the Principal, James Marberry, a trim man of about 50 who is well liked by Darwin students.
“Chrissie,” he said kindly, “Have you heard anything about the Nudity in School program that started last week at Central?”
I gulped and said I had heard some stuff, about the cheerleaders and a girl named Karen, but that I found it hard to believe. I knew pretty much immediately where this conversation was heading and already I was blushing.
“What you have heard is probably true in the main,” he said. “That program was instituted under a recent state law, but that has been superceded by the new federal law that was passed last week and signed into law by President Rodham on Saturday. At the signing ceremony, Hillary stated that the primary purpose of the Federal Mandatory Nudity in Schools law was to give high school students access to a variety of sexual experiences with many different partners. Her firm belief was that, having gotten it out of their systems, such experiences would make it easier for adults, especially male adults, to be monagamous in marriage. We are starting our own program today, and you were selected by computer to be one of two representatives from the freshman class in the Program this week. Therefore, under this law, I hereby order you to remove all your clothes except for your shoes and socks, and prepare for a contraceptive shot from Mrs. O'Connor.”
“What other options do I have?” I squeaked. I knew it was hopeless, I was just stalling for time.
“None. Failure to strip naked will result in suspension, and you will be charged in court by the Federal District Attorney for Failure to Appear Naked in School.”
Then he made a quick phone call to the school nurse while I reluctantly removed my outer clothing, standing before Mr. Marberry in bra and panties with my hands at my side. It appeared that they were paralyzed. When Mrs. O'Connor entered with a syringe and a couple of alcohol swabs, she huffed “What is this nonsense?” and promptly took hold of my panties from the rear and pulled them down to my ankles. Then as Mr. Marberry stared unashamedly at my bare pussy, I felt the coolness of the alcohol on the upper right quadrant of my right buttock, followed by the sting of the needle.
Since I'm only 14 and blonde, there isn't much pubic hair, just a little on my mound and that is thin and does not hide much. So he got a good look at my bare slit and then somehow I got up the courage to take off my bra. And there I was, naked, it seemed, before all the world.
“In a moment I will dismiss you to go to class,” he said. “But I want you to understand that you cannot cover yourself with your books, hands, or any opaque object. There are other rules which I will explain over the PA as soon as you get to class. But before you go, I need to take a photograph.”
My face just burned when he said that. “Wha... what are you going to do with it?”
“One copy goes to your parents, one copy is for your Federal File, and one copy is for the full-color glossy supplement to the school newspaper which comes out on Wednesday. Now stand straight up, push out your chest, and smile!”
I was in total shock by then, so I did as he asked, but I kept my legs real close together so as not to reveal anything I didn't have to.
But there was one more humiliation. Marberry wheeled out a platform and asked me to stand on it, then he crouched down with another camera in his hand and told me to open my legs as wide as they could go. Then he snapped off a shot.
“What is this one for?” I said, tears blurring my eyes.
“It's for my private files. Now go to class!”
I opened the door and stepped into the hall looking ashamedly at the ground. I wondered who would see me first and if it would be a boy. Then I looked up, and there looking at my bare skin with a totally shocked expression on his face was JOHN NARVESON!
I screamed and turned around, trying to hide my bare butt with one hand while flinging open the door I had just came out of, and tumbled back into Mr. Marberry's office, screaming at the top of my voice “I JUST CAN'T CAN'T DO THIS!”
Then Marberry and I had quite a long discussion which I won't relate as you know by now what our respective positions were. Finally, after I had suggested to him that the school board might be interested in the contents of his private photographic files, he agreed to let me wear panties “for a short while.” I then put them on, checked to see that no public hairs were showing, and tried to walk to my first class in a way that minimized breast bob.
First class was geometry with Mr. Fetherington, and older gentleman known to be a strict disciplinarian. I was late. As I entered, the students all gasped and Mr. F. asked me what I thought I was doing.
“I'm in the Mandatory School Nudity Program, didn't you hear about it?”
“Yes, Miss Boyd, I did, and you are in shocking volation of the rules by wearing panties. Please remove them immediately!”
I explained that Mr. Marberry had said I could wear panties for a short time. Just then the PA went on and Mr. Marberry began to speak.
“Good Morning. Last Saturday the President of the United States signed into law a bill requiring all high school students to attend school naked during part of the year. The reason for this bill and the ground rules for the Program are all explained in a brochure we mailed on Saturday to your parents and which should be delivered today. You will know it because of the picture of the two front-facing naked students on the cover over the signature of Hillary Rodham. We are starting the Program here at Darwin by sending today to their classes eight girls, seven of whom are entirely naked and one of whom is wearing panties for a short time. This represents two girls from each of our four year groups. These girls were selected at random from among the group of girls who, according to the menstrual charts we had them make out upon registration, should not be having their periods this week. If we have made a mistake in this matter, please inform us, and upon presentation of proof, we will defer you until another week.”
“All girls will remain totally nude all week in all classes and extracurricular activities. They will enter the east entrance and will disrobe outside, where they may be viewed. They may not cover themselves with their arms, hands, books, or any opaque substance. They will remain on view at all times except for three 5-minute bathroom breaks, and they will participate in phys ed with the boys, which means they will use the boys' locker room and bathroom and will shower with them. Next week they will come to school clothed and a new group will replace them. Males will be chosen in equal numbers in about a month. There are special rules for males getting Relief, see your brochure. All students will be nude at some time during the school year.”
“Now we come to the delicate topic of 'reasonable request'. All girls in the Program must comply with any reasonable request by any clothed student. An example of a reasonable request would be a request that a girl pose herself for visual or photographic inspection. What does this mean? At this point I would like each of you boys to close his eyes and imagine exactly how you would like a girl to present herself to you for inspection. Now we'll wait a bit......Yes, you can ask a Program girl for that, and she must comply. An example of an unreasonable request would be to ask a girl do do something painful to her, that is, physically painful not psychologically painful. Now, between these clear examples, there is a large gray area which we cannot at this time clarify. For example, a
request that a girl allow you to touch her may be reasonable or unreasonable depending on the specifics of the situation. However, insofar as the Program is designed to break down the artificial barriers between girls and boys and to allow students to satisfy in a healthy way their curiousity about members of the opposite sex, we believe that in general the Program should and will elicit a considerable amount of such touching. We commend those students who put aside certain artificial prejudices with regard to modesty, and who develop a generous attitude in this matter.“
“ However, that being said, in view of the experimental and tentative nature of the Program at the present time, and because the selectees had no prior knowlege of their participation, we have decided that for today and tomorrow only, there may be absolutely no touching of Program girls, with or without consent. So guys, for these two days it's 'look at me only and keep your hands to yourselves.' And go to it on Wednesday!
“ I welcome discussion about the Program and will be walking the halls soliciting it. I now return you to your teachers, who, if they have a Program girl in their class, will place her at the front of the room.”
Mr. Fetherington asked me to come up to the front of the room and face the class.
“This is Chrissie Boyd, who is 14 years old, and at this time I would like to invite all of the boys and any girls who might be interested to come to the front of the room and form a line so we can look at her breasts. We will be examining her private parts on another day, after she discards her panties. As you file by, you can see that Chrissie has normal breast
development for a girl her age, with well defined breasts that will certainly enlarge as she gets older. Her nipples, which are now quite obviously engorged with blood and erect, are a particularly attractive shade of pink, which contrasts nicely with the white of her breasts, though as you can see right now they are somewhat flushed with embarassment. Her aureoles also are quite attractive. As you file by, you may wish to compliment Chrissie or thank her for showing herself to you, but please remember that touching and sucking are prohibited.“
I was particularly nervous about John Narveson, but he just gave me a real nice smile and told me I was a lovely girl, and he was nice about not really staring which a lot of boys did.
Then I sat down and so did the girls that had come up, by Mr. F. told all the boys to remain at the front of the room and face the girls.
“It is probable,” said Mr. F., “that all twelve of you boys are now sporting erections, by which I mean that your penises are hard with engorged blood, the purpose of which is to make it possible for them to enter girl's vaginas. Since you presumably all begain to get erections while standing and waiting to examine Chrissie, your penises are now caught in the uncomfortable 'down' position, held in an unnatural position by your underwear. They need to be pulled up to the more natural and comfortable angle of 45-90 degrees. Most girls do not know about this problem, which is why I bring it up now. I want you all now to open your pants and manually adjust yourselves. It is not necessary to flash the girls as it can be done under cover of your underwear.”
Well, Mickey O'Donnell was not wearing underwear, but otherwise things went smoothly. The girls were very interested in seeing the bulges in the boy's pants, and I was sort of proud that I was the cause of it all. I looked especially at John, of course, and he silently mouthed something at me, something like, “you did this.” I giggled.
Then it was time for regular class. We did some plane geometry, and for homework we were told to jump ahead and read Chapter 27, “Solid Geometry.”
The rest of the day was pretty much a blur. It became routine for boys to look closely at my breasts in the hallways or in class. In the lunchroom, two Juniors I didn't know approached me and asked me to pose for them. They had me slowly raise my arms, then put my hands behind my neck. Then they had me stick out my chest. Then they had me hop from one foot to the other. They smiled a lot and so did I. I jiggled pretty good.
When I got to swimming class for the last period of the day, Coach Marenko refused to let me join the boys. He said that as long as I insisted on wearing panties, it would be unfair to the boys for me to shower with them, as they would be naked and I would not. I had to admit he had a point. He gave me a slip assigning me to a large study hall.
When I got there I caused quite a stir. Guys crowded around me before the bell and one of them had a most specific reasonable request. He asked me to put my thumbs inside the elastic of my panties in the front and then pull my panties forward so he could peer inside. I was pretty sure I had to do it, so I did. This caused quite a stir, and finally one of the teachers came forward and organized it so every boy got to come up and look for ten seconds or so. It was quite embarassing at first, but I got such a nice feedback from the boys that after a while I kind of liked it. I sure was the center of attention! John wasn't there, he was in the swim class.
Then it was time to go home, and something really ugly happened. I was just outside the school at the clothes box, ready to get dressed, when two big Senior guys came up.
“Hey, cunt,” said the first guy, “me and Frank looked at 7 bare pussies today, and by the time we got done we got four girls crying. What I want to know is, what makes a little cock-tease like you think she's so special that she gets to cover her smelly twat with panties?”
I tried to explain myself but it didn't make much sense even to myself and it only made him madder.
“OK, bitch, ” he said, “get on over here so we can lick and suck your hot bare titties.”
I almost said yes, because I was really frightened by then and I was afraid that they would hurt me if I didn't let them do it. But then I thought that it wouldn't end there so I reminded them of tno touching rule. Then they really got mad.
The biggest guy stepped right in front of me and really screamed in my face.
“Listen, you little cock-teasing cunt, I've got a reasonable request for you. You are going to be here tomorrow at 8:10 and by 8:12 I'd better be looking at one frightened bare pussy or there will be hell to pay.”
At that they stalked off. Just then another Program girl exited the school and came up to me crying.
“Those guys are really mean,” she said. “They made me spread my legs as far as I could and then bend over frontwards and grab my ankles. Then they stood behind me and made crude comments. Then they told me I could not straighten up until I said 100 dirty words, so I had to do it. I just filed a complaint with Marberry against them.”
We were both crying by then. We got dressed and went home. I knew I had to rethink the pantie business. What a downer way to end Monday.
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