Chapter 1

I grew up in a generation of teenagers who were raised with full awareness of the NIS Program in High School. It used to be pretty controversial and experimental when it first began. There were still some who opposed it for various reasons, but NIS had inevitably spread to most high schools and universities a few years earlier and had become relatively mainstream in our country.

The program was designed to teach body acceptance and reduce teen pregnancy.

The premise was that spending a week naked in school would teach any teenager to accept their bodies. It would give them a perspective on how it feels to be different. It would also remove a lot of the curiosity about our bodies. It was explained to me that if girls my age know intimately what boys have between their legs – we aren’t so curious to see what they have in the backseat of a car.

There were other benefits for health and sexual education. The program was intended to prevent slut-shaming. Girls used to flash their tits, or go to school in short skirts with no panties for attention. Guys generally paid very little attention, considering that almost every week, there were a couple naked girls in school.

Boys and girls are chosen to take a week and go through the program at random. They’ve got certain expectations and rules. As an example, we are expected to allow reasonable requests. If someone wants to see us squat or bend over we are supposed to oblige. Students can also touch someone in the program just about anywhere.

There were rules about how long you could touch, insertion, and repeating the same requests over and over, but they were often overlooked. The way my sister described it to me was that if a cute boy (or cute girl) wanted to touch her – she wasn’t going to stop him.

I know what you are probably thinking. It sounds like a disruptive orgy that would distract from learning. It may have devolved into that, but teachers and administrators monitored student activities to keep them from getting out of hand. Some schools banned routine requests or modified their list. Our school was pretty liberal with their policies compared to many.

I think all of that depended on the maturity of the student body. Universities were even more liberal with their policies than high schools. Most of the girls I knew weren’t extroverts like my sister. However, they’d basically grown-up hearing about NIS and saw it as a rite of passage and something they’d just have to get used to participating in when they got to high school.

Most boys saw it as an opportunity to see and touch boobs and butts, and there were a couple of girls who enjoyed being the center of attention.

If a student completes the NIS program in a satisfactory manner, they earn straight A’s that semester and don’t have to complete any additional homework. It seemed like a small consolation to show the entire world your goodies but last year my older sister was overjoyed when it was her turn.

My sister Katie is effervescent and bubbly. She’s always been a bit of a show-off even before the program so she was kind of a natural. I don’t know who loved it more – her or my pervy little brother Bobby.

I am shy, wistful, and self-conscious – at least until someone gets to know me. I have smaller boobs, and the same blonde hair. I suppose growing up with a cute older sister I was always in my sister’s shadow a little. Katie took the spotlight and I was happy to read a good book and sit in the back.

It wasn’t considered public indecency for students in the program to go out shopping, walk around the neighborhood, attend sporting events in the nude. They are actually required to stay naked 24/7 – even when its raining or cold out during their week. If they get caught cheating, they must repeat the program and can face expulsion.

I wasn’t surprised when this year my sister signed up for the program voluntarily. As an incoming Freshman, I would have to complete at least one week in the program myself. I didn’t plan to volunteer after that.

This year they introduced a new program – one that would seem controversial even now that the original NIS program had become mainstream. The normalization of nudity had been relatively successful. There were still a lot of perverts who delighted in seeing pretty young things parading around with their butts and boobs on display – but for the most part, it had accomplished its mission.

I was still getting used to navigating my way around high school. As a Freshman, this was an entirely new world for me. I gasped the first time I saw a student in the program cavorting around the hallways naked. She was cute and she acted like it was no big deal to be in a crowded hallway with dozens of fully clothed students while she was stark naked. She laughed, talked, chewed gum and carried her books like it was perfectly normal for her boobs to be hanging out.

This was probably perfectly normal to her! There were some boys (and even teachers) who were gawking at her, but in general everyone interacted with that naked girl like she was fully dressed – even though she wasn’t. She didn’t blush, or seem self-conscious at all. It was incredibly surreal.

We had an assembly at school today. Mrs. Andrews administers the program, and she generally works year-round in the nude, to assure students that a member of the faculty is willing to appear naked in school as well.

Imagine the auditorium filled with impatient, horny teenagers watching as our Principal walked Mrs. Andrews on all fours out to the podium. She had a cute little headpiece to make it appear she wore dog ears, a dab of black make-up on her nose to give the impression of a cold dog snout, and a furry tail that had been lodged between her butt cracks – presumably clenched in her butthole!

“Students and Faculty,” the Principal began his announcement like it was any ordinary speech about not smoking in the bathrooms, or vandalizing school property. “Our Ambassador to the program, Mrs. Andrews is spending a week in a new experimental puppy program. We were one of 11 high schools chosen in this region to host this new PSP (Puppy Student Program) program starting this year. If it is successful, it means additional funding!”

There was crickets from the student body. A hush rippled across the audience as we waited for him to continue.

“More funding means an upgraded football stadium, big new state of the art marquee to display our winning scores, upgraded cafeteria options, a new computer lab, new books,” he received cheers when he explained the tangible benefits of more funding – mostly for the sports funding. The school is very proud of their football team, the Predators.

“The PSP program is a cutting edge, experimental education program. It requires more than just taking your clothes off. Students entering the program will be treated as puppies for the full duration of their journey through the process.”

There was some snickering and giggles from the peanut gallery. I assumed there wasn’t much interest in actually going through with it.

“Upon successful completion of the puppy program, beta students that help test it out will be granted a straight A’s for the remainder of the school year!”

There were raucous cheers from the student body. I didn’t give it a second thought. I had very little desire to complete the NIS program. The PSP program sounded absurd! However, my wild older sister was begging me to do it with her once we got home.

“Pretty, pretty please?” Katie begged me after school.

“No, don’t be crazy, Katie! I’ll do a normal week, but not a puppy week!”

“Ashley, no homework! For an entire year! Think about it?”

“You want to be led around on a leash?”

“I mean, it looks kind of fun. Do it with me? Please?”

“That’s quite alright. You can do that one by yourself, Katie!” I scoffed at the very notion she was considering this.

“Oh, come on, didn’t you hear the principal say that it meant all new books for the library?”

“You don’t care about books for the library,” I folded my arms stubbornly in front of myself. I was the avid reader, she wasn’t.

“I don’t, but you do! You love books, Ash! where is your school spirit?”

“I don’t’ HAVE any school spirit. It’s just my first week!”

“Look, this will be like our thing! Last year, I did it alone and, you gave me all these sour looks and turned your nose up at me. You’ve got to do a week of the program anyway. Why waste it on a single semester of good grades, when you can get a year of them?”

It was obvious that Katie didn’t want to do this alone. I certainly didn’t want to do this with her just to placate her but it was tempting. I was always the bookish one that played it safe and she was a little more willing to take chances. I stuck to my guns and turned up my nose at the idea.

It was a given I would have to complete the NIS program. PSP was entirely voluntarily and they’d have to find somebody else to engage in that! If Katie wanted to do it, I would not talk her out of it but I wasn’t interested.

“I don’t want an easy A because I am going to school to actually learn. I want to actually pay attention in class and learn,” I reminded her that it was a very lazy way of passing classes and wouldn’t help prepare us for our future in college.

“Well, he did say there was a full scholarship available?”

My mom bounced into the room. She can be stern, but she means well. “Scholarship?” she overheard the tail end of our conversation. My sister explained that the Principal had mentioned that they were desperate for volunteers in a new program and we’re offering scholarships.

“Oh, you are both definitely doing it then,” My mom wasn’t a prude. She felt that the Program was all about female empowerment and she once told me she wished they had it when she was our age.

“Yay!” my sister clapped her hands excitedly.

“Katie! We don’t even know what we have to do to GET the scholarship. The Principal said that we had to meet certain criteria to be considered,” I reminded her that there was a lot of ambiguity. I assumed that the program may have been popular with many of the boys who wanted to see girls crawl around with their butts sticking out like Mrs. Andrews. There weren’t a lot of students who wanted to join her.

Even the boldest attention-seekers were happy enough to sign up for another week of NIS rather than crawl around school -all except my sister Katie.

“You worry too much, Ashley. We got this!”

I knew better than to protest my mother’s decision too hard. She made it pretty clear she was on my sister’s side and she promised to sign any permission slip we brought home. Katie happily showed her the permission slips she brought home from the assembly today. They contained the basic rules of the puppy program and Katie had been ‘thoughtful’ enough to bring a permission slip for me.

That night she told my father during dinner that we’d be in the program together.

“Oh my, now I am going to have two naked bottoms at the dinner table at the same time?” Dad chuckled. He was a little more stand-offish about the program. He wasn’t one of those people who would ever protest it, but I think he was uncomfortable with Katie’s nudity last year.

My little brother Bobby on the other hand, was elated when my sister said we wouldn’t be sitting at the table.

“What do you mean, Katie?”

“I mean we are signing up for the puppy program. We’ll be fed down by your feet,” my sister giggled playfully at the very notion. I still couldn’t believe we were really talking about this.

“That would suit a dog like you,” Bobby made a joke at my sister’s expense. Her response was to bark in a snippy way to shut him up. The two of them laughed a little.

“Am I going to be able to walk you around on a leash?” he asked.

“I don’t know. I guess so,” my sister could be a serious bimbo at times. She was excited about this opportunity, but she knew precious little about what we’d be expected to do.

“If PSP is really 24 hours a day, you won’t be able to go out on a date with Brad,” I reminded her. My sister thrived on going out of the house last year completely naked. She let Brad take her to the mall, and out to eat several times.

“Poopie!” Katie pouted in a cute little voice and then reassured herself that it wouldn’t be so bad. “If Brad wants to take me for a walk, I am sure we can go someplace fun.”

My father didn’t seem thrilled about our choice. He might have been able to talk my mother out of it, but when he heard that the program could lead to free college, he was on board with it. The rising cost of higher education had made it all but unaffordable for most except the children of the ultra-wealthy – the same students who were frequently exempt from the program as well.

The next day my mother called and made us an appointment with Mrs. Andrews to enroll in the program.

She normally hangs out in the halls and even responds to reasonable requests herself. However, today we were told she was in her office.

My sister and I knocked and unexpectedly a man’s voice told us to enter. Mrs. Andrews’s office is relatively small. There is barely room for one desk and a few chairs. She wasn’t seated though.

Mr. Jordan the black PE teacher was standing over her. His hands were on his hips, and he was dressed in orange gym shorts, white polo and baseball cap, and of course he wore his whistle around his neck.

Mrs. Andrews was on all fours, looking straight ahead. She was a brunette, attractive but not a bimbo, big smile and even bigger boobs. The first thing you notice about her is her humongous tits. I didn’t even like girls and I couldn’t help but be impressed.
She is a Naked in School administrator. Almost every high school and college these days has one. They help coordinate the activities and act as a champion of the cause. I was quite sure she was used to being seen naked herself, and the affect her boobs had on people when they first saw those gargantuan titties.

She smiled politely when I inhaled sharply upon seeing her up close and personal.

Her naked ass was sticking out and the faux tail in her ass crack was swinging between her thighs. Her tits hung down in front of her and nearly dragged the carpet. She was wearing a dog collar, and leashed to the desk. Her mouth was hanging open and her tongue was hanging out.

There was a small bell around her neck, and a gleaming dog tag.

“Hello girls,” she greeted us expectantly.

“Aren’t you supposed to bark and growl?” I asked semi-seriously and semi-sarcastically in equal measure.

“Sometimes, but I wouldn’t make a very good ambassador for the program if I couldn’t communicate,” she shrugged her shoulders. It looked a little strange because her body was parallel to the ground.

We explained that we were there to sign up for the next week of the program. Mrs. Andrews was delighted to hear that we were interested in the puppy program.

“Katie, you did an exceptional job last year. The program was really designed for students like you. You know you don’t HAVE to sign up again unless you want to do it.”

“Oh, I am looking forward to it,” Katie bragged.

“Your mother called this morning, and she was particularly interested in the two of you taking the program. I had a nice discussion with her,” Mrs. Andrews smiled politely and looked up at me. It was surreal talking to a grown woman while she remained on all fours. “Your mother was rather insistent that you visit me today. She actually gave me instructions to have you summoned from class if you didn’t come down to see me. She seemed to think you would be reluctant.”

“I am reluctant,” I admitted. I was actually equal parts mortified and terrified.

“Well, if it helps at all, the choice has been taken from you. Your mother opted for you to be taken off of the normal program rotation and signed you up for the puppy program. It will be nice to finally have some other girls join me,” she admitted.

I couldn’t believe my mom could just sign me up without my permission. I suppose I had no choice to be vaccinated or go to school either.

Mrs. Andrews told us to undress. My heart fell through my chest. I thought I had time before then.

“The last time I volunteered, it took six weeks before it was my turn,” my sister seemed pleasantly surprised by the request and immediately began to unbutton her blouse.

“That’s the normal program. All students are required to take it, so we assign volunteers to NIS weeks where we have gaps, or students who are on leave. You are the first two girls to sign up for the puppy program.”

“Are there any boys in PSP?” my sister smiled as she asked the question. She was in a steady relationship with Brad, but she was very flirtatious around other boys. A fact that often drove Brad crazy with jealousy. Katie prodded me to strip along with her.

“Well, I suppose it is just as well,” I was reluctant to strip. “It is Tuesday, so we are already four days into the week, so that spares us one day of indignation.”

“I must warn you girls, that this program is entirely voluntary, but if you are looking to complete it successfully, you will actually have to serve more than a week,” Mrs. Andrews explained.