Chapter 2: Tuesday

Anna

So, I woke up a bit tired in the morning, and I remembered that I was going to trim the hair down there last night, but I completely forgot. I could hear that Dad was still in the shower. I got up and ran downstairs in my pyjamas. They do encourage us to be naked at home as some kind of “outreach,” but there is no way I could do that with my parents, so I was in my PJs. Mom was making her lunch.

“Can I borrow, like, some scissors?”

“Don’t you have a pair of scissors for paper in your room?” Mom is very particular about not mixing up the different scissors. She says using scissors for paper ruins them for fabric even though I can’t tell the difference.

“I need scissors for, like, hair.”

“Don’t try giving yourself a haircut, dear. It’s more difficult than you think.”

“I want to trim the hair, like, uh, down there, because, um, Naked in School.”

“Oh!” she said, and then, after thinking for a moment, “For that, you don’t want scissors. If you do it with scissors it will always be longer on one side, and by the time you have it even, you’ll be down to stubble, and it’ll be really itchy. Let me find Dad’s beard trimmer for you. That will be faster and more even.”

So we went back upstairs, and Dad was out of the shower. She found his beard trimmer, and she set it to a length she thought would be good, and she showed me how to set it shorter, for the legs, and she told me to do the trimming in the bathtub, and clean up all the hair into the garbage after, so it wouldn’t clog the drain, and then to put away the trimmer before I showered after, as if I was stupid enough to shower with an electrical thing plugged in! When I was done, and dried off, it definitely looked tidier, but it still looked like the hair was thicker on the left side, and I thought about trimming it just a little shorter on that side, but it was getting late, so I just got dressed. There wasn’t even enough time to do anything about my acne this morning, which is a special problem when everyone is going to see all the zits on my body. Only my feet will be covered, and that’s the only part of me with no pimples. I was running a bit late, so I didn’t have time to check how many zits I have today, but I think it was more than yesterday.

You have to wear your nicest underwear for being naked in school, because everybody sees your underwear for like, half a minute while you strip in the morning. It’s kind of ridiculous, when you think about it, that you have to worry more about what clothes you are going to wear for being naked. You don’t have to choose your underwear as carefully on days when you wear clothes. It also meant I couldn’t wear long johns for waiting outside for the bus in January.

There was barely enough time for a quick bowl of cereal before I had to grab my stuff and run to the bus stop. I think it was a colder day than usual, but I was dressed too light, and I felt really cold down there. Maybe the short hair made it colder. You don’t usually think of that hair being like fur, to keep you warm, but maybe it does. Of course, the bus was late.

Chloe was on the bus, but she was sitting beside another girl that I don’t know. I sat across the aisle from her, but we didn’t talk at all. I wanted to tell her about Lucas, but I couldn’t without telling the whole bus.

When we got to school, Chloe disappeared into the building, while I had to stop and strip between the two sets of doors, which was inside, but still pretty cold, because people kept opening the outside doors. Some boys asked me to pose, but I just told them, “inside, too cold here.” I got all my clothes into the bag, and got my shoes back on so I could go inside, and by that time my nips were sticking out like, an inch from my flat chest.

I grabbed my towel and backpack and hurried through the second set of doors. Today is the day when we’re supposed to start letting people touch us for reasonable requests, but we don’t have to let them touch us inside our inside parts. Anyway, the boys knew they could touch, so they started right away with touching requests.

“Can I touch your bum?” “Can I touch you down there?” Even, “Can I touch your boobies?” They used different words, but I don’t want to write those. The ones who asked to touch my boobies must have been pretty desperate, when I hardly have any!

In any case, there were a lot of boys asking, and even a girl I didn’t know, and after I said yes to some of them the others didn’t even ask. The ones touching my bum mostly stroked it, which was nice enough, but one of them squeezed, and that was kind of like, annoying. He had cold hands, too, probably because he had just come in from outside. The ones who were touching my you know what were all pretty annoying, because they all tried to get their fingers in between there, and I had to keep pushing their hands away, even the girl. The ones touching my boobies were annoying too, because they all wanted to squeeze. I don’t understand why. I mean, maybe it feels nice with big boobies, but with mine, there really isn’t anything to squeeze, and it just hurts. One of them popped the zit on my right booby, because suddenly there was white guck everywhere. (Really, I mean the stuff that comes out of pimples, not the stuff that comes out of boys’ things. I really have seen enough of that stuff to know the difference.)

Then I had to run to the washroom to clean up, except when I got there I remembered I had to use the boys’ room. Luckily nobody was in there, so I could just wash the guck off and run to home room. Now it looks like I have a huge, bleeding sore beside my right nipple.

I was a little late for home room, and Mr Gothe started telling me that I needed to be on time, and I started crying, because I hadn’t wanted to spend so long on the reasonable requests, and I hadn’t even had enough time to go to my locker and sort my stuff. Then he told me to just sit down and listen to the announcements.

There was nothing important in the announcements. They mentioned club meetings and team practices tonight, but I don’t belong to any of those, and I’m not going to join a new club the week that I’m naked. Some of the clubs actually sound like they might be OK, but do I read enough books for the Book Club? Does reading every book in the Downstar Runner series count as reading enough, or do I have to read more books that are not in one series? Am I silly enough for the Silliness Club? Actually, what is that? What do they do? Is it even a real club, or is it just a joke they put in the announcements?

We stay in the same room for English, with only a couple of kids who leave or come in. That meant I didn’t have to go out in the hallway and face more reasonable requests. I didn’t even stand up, so only Conner came over and asked to feel my boobies, which was all he could feel if I didn’t stand up, and I said OK, but please don’t squeeze, and he didn’t much, so that was OK, even though it was Conner. Nigel looked like he wanted to request something too, but Chloe wouldn’t let him. It was nice of her to protect me like that, even if it was just by glaring at him.

We read Romeo and Juliet, and it seemed like everybody thought “wherefore” was a fancy version of “where.” It really means “why,” like today, some guys say “what for.” Juliet is saying, “What for do you have to be Romeo from the family that my family hates on?” Anyway, the class got stuck on that one word for half an hour, so we didn’t get very far.

At the end of class, I tried to catch Lucas to tell him my parents said yes, but he left before I could catch him. Instead, I went and asked Mr Gothe a question about “wherefore” and “therefore,” even though I didn’t really have a question. I just didn’t want to go and deal with more reasonable requests just yet. So Mr Gothe said, yes, and there was even a word “herefore.” He wanted me to come to his office after school to talk about old English, but I said I was busy. Then I had to try to get to my locker.

Jayden

Last nite my parents yelled at me cuz I’m in the Program. I said it wasnt my choice and every one has to be in it. They were still mad but they stopped yelling. I played silver hero until bed but I lost some battles and I went down to 39 on the state leader board.

Today I came to school and stripped and went to home room. No buddy had requests cuz whose interested in a tiny dick? Anna was late for home room cuz she got lots of requests. I guess thats cuz shes so pretty but also cuz guys like any pussy. Not like girls. Girls only like cocks if there big. I’m her partner but I dont know if I’m supposed to protect her or something. But I’m too wimpy to do that.

English was all about thees and thous and stuff I didnt understand.

After that I had phys ed again. On the way this girl felt my balls and I got a hard on and she felt that too. That was ok. Then I changed with the girls and I just took off my shoes and glasses cuz I had swimming. I heard Nigels girlfriend complain cuz Nigel kept looking at Anna. She said it was cuz Anna was trying to steal him. I had a shower and went into the pool. The other boys splashed me but they didnt do any thing worse cuz the coach watches kids in the pool and theres a life guard too. When I finished there was only two girls still in the shower and I just walked past and dried off and put on my shoes.

I went to lunch at the Program table. Some of the older kids were there. The black girl was showing off that she got her bush died. Anna came later and talked to them. I just ate my lunch. After lunch other kids had requests.

Anna

By the time I left English, there was only about one minute left before the next period, so most kids were in too much of a hurry to stop me for reasonable requests. I had two boys stop for quick gropes on my way to my locker, which was mostly just unpleasant. Luckily, I had a study period, so I was able to put my stuff in my locker and get my clarinet and my music folder, because I had music after the study period. Then I went to the boys’ room. There were no boys there, so I used a stall with no door, so I would still have two times left to use the stalls with doors later. A boy came in just in time to see me flushing the toilet. I really hope that didn’t turn him on.

Anyway, when I got to the study hall, I was a bit late, but Ms Grundy was supervising, and she just scowled at me, and waved me to a desk. I spent the period writing my notes for this blog. Even though nobody was really doing anything, they couldn’t ask me for reasonable requests because Ms Grundy didn’t approve of talking during study periods. I think she didn’t approve of the Program either. At the end of the period, when she dismissed us, she called me to her desk to ask why I was late.

I explained that I was trying not to get too many reasonable requests, so I delayed coming to class until it was quiet, and she actually accepted that! She always gives detentions for everything, but she just said, “Don’t let it happen when you’re clothed.” I guess I was right that she doesn’t approve of reasonable requests.

I rushed to Music, since it was at the other end of the school, and I got there just at the last minute. Ms Lopez asked if I needed relief, but I didn’t, so I just sat at my desk with Brett in the clarinet section, and we tried to play this piece that Ms Lopez said would be perfect for us, but it was really hard, and we kept making mistakes, especially the French horns. They made really loud mistakes, so everybody always noticed. When I’m not sure I’m right, I always get quieter, so people don’t notice my mistakes as often. By the end of the class, we had a few bars that sounded like they might be something like music, out of a page and a half of noise.

After Music, I had lunch, but Brett wanted to feel my you know what, so after we had put away our clarinets, I let him do that. It turned out that he was a lot gentler than the other boys who had felt me there. Maybe he’s better with his fingers because he’s a musician, but it probably isn’t that, because he isn’t all that good at music. Maybe it’s because we actually know each other and we’re half-way friends, or maybe Brett is just better at that than other boys. I don’t know. Anyway, the way he felt me was really nice, so I let him keep going as long as he wanted to. I started getting the way I get down there when I play with myself, and that was a bit embarrassing because it must be getting all over his fingers, since his fingers were down there, but he didn’t say anything, and he didn’t look grossed out like you’d expect. After a while he said thank you, but he had to get to Science, and he went, acting like he hadn’t noticed there was anything on his hand. That was different, too. He was the first one that said thank you for a reasonable request.