Chapter 16

EPILOGUE

The three girls were a hit in all their classes, as each teacher brought them up front to explain why they were naked. Two more girls showed up that day at Mr. Bradley’s class, but they did not have the progression the others did, so Mr. Bradley ordered the new girls to strip, and they quickly did. Before long, there were a whole bunch of happy naked girls ready to go to Blanke Schande. Each year after that, Mr. Bradley’s Blanke Schande prep class was offered to senior students. Even some mothers joined the class. My mother joined to help the students, being an example for Mr. Bradley.

As for me becoming police chief, I was one of four girls at the academy, but I was the only naked one. The other girls did not like me that much, but I didn’t care because the guys did. I bunked with the guys, trained beside them, and showered with them. We became a good team, and not one of them harassed me in any way. The only time I was touched inappropriately was when we did self-defense and other drills, and even now, I am still not certain if those touches were deliberate.

After graduating from the academy, I was the first naked rookie; I had to team up with a male partner. Right off the bat, Peter said I was a distraction for him and apologized. I told him to have a good look, even spreading my legs, and he simply stared at me. He even licked his lips at one point and got a bulge in his pants. “Are we good?” I asked, which shocked him back to reality and caused him to blush. I laughed at him, which caused him to laugh with me. Peter and I became really good partners, and in our small city, we got the nickname Titty and Crotch. It certainly sounds like a porn flick, but it stuck with me for the rest of my career.

Then one day, after a few years of working together, we had a bad day on the job, and Peter felt the need to take a shower at work. We were both feeling it that day. As I was about the leave, I caught a glimpse of him in the shower. It was the first time seeing him naked, and I don’t know what compelled me to do it, but I snuck up behind him and wrapped my arms around him, putting my head against his back. He slowly turned around, and we began to kiss. We got it on that day in the shower at work, and he certainly earned the label Crotch. We became lovers after that, even though it was frowned upon.

Then one day, Peter got injured, and he had to get a desk job, and I had to get a new partner. It was another naked rookie, and we became known as Titty and Clitty. Yes, her clit stood out, and it didn’t help that she was completely shaved. Then we got the old cracks like ‘Did you make a bust?’ It was juvenile humor, which I laughed off as I grabbed my own breasts.

Eventually, more naked women became police officers, and our small city had a large naked population. Eventually, I got voted in as police chief, and the guys got a cake in the shape of a big bust with the words ‘Captain Bust’ to celebrate me becoming chief. Peter and I got married along the way and had three kids, two girls and a boy; at least one, I think, was conceived in the shower at work. As for the anti-naked movement, it became a small minority hardly worth worrying about.

So, that is my tale of how I stripped and saved Blanke Schande, which became a world-renowned school. And to this day, I wouldn’t want to live any way but naked.