Chapter 1

“Mom, mom!” my step-sister came running into the house completely naked. She was sweating profusely and it was impossible to tell if she was excited or terrified.

“What on earth is going on, Courtney? where are your clothes?” Barb was obviously shocked. My stepmom Barb is very supportive and understanding but obviously she was concerned. We don’t walk around the house naked and we certainly don’t streak in public.

“I am in the Naked in School program!” Courtney announced as she caught her breath. My sister is a natural athlete, and gymnast so the brisk run didn’t tire her out. NIS was adopted in California decades ago but it hadn’t been instituted in conservative Blue Valley, Nebraska (until today).

“Well, that is great, Court! I was in NIS when I was your age. It promotes a healthy body image and does a lot of positive things. I didn’t know this was a program your school was adopting. Why wasn’t I given a permission slip?” Barb frowned and put her hands on her hips. My step-mom has beautiful blue eyes just like her daughter but when she gets upset they can stare daggers through you.

“I didn’t know I was signed up! I was wearing clothes and then all of a sudden, I didn’t have any on!” Courtney pouted. “This is terrible, Mom!”

“That doesn’t make any sense. You were wearing clothes, and you just didn’t have them on any longer?” Barb has heard a lot of fantastical things over the last couple of years, but she was having a hard time believing this one.

“Trust me, the last thing I want to do is join the Naked in School program, Mom! I have tiny boobs, and a huge butt!”

“You are beautiful, Courtney and the whole point of NIS is that you learn to accept that everybody has different body types. There is nothing wrong with small boobs and big butts,” Barb said.

Courtney is a natural beauty with long curly blonde hair. I wouldn’t call her bubble butt “huge” at all.

My best friend Jakeem, and I were trying to remain unnoticed. We had just gotten home ourselves and were about to snack out in the kitchen. Courtney looked right at us and I felt like she had to know – she stared right through me

TWO HOURS EARLIER:

Jakeem and I were hanging out at our lockers. I was feeling particularly horny. There are a lot of pretty girls at our school, but they won’t give me the time of day. I had just suggested that we wish for girlfriends.

“What IS your super power, Mike?” Jakeem asked me.

“I help you make wishes,” I explained. I used to own a magical pen that contains a genie named “Thunderbolt”. I wished that it would end up in “better hands” and now it belongs to Jakeem. We met up through our mutual paper route and joined forces to form our own band of super heroes “The Young All-Stars” about a year earlier - unfortunately we haven’t had a lot of luck recruiting anyone else to join.

“So, you are my sidekick?” Jakeem asked.

“No, we are partners,” I clarified. Thunderbolt is a very powerful genie but most of the wishes you make through him turn out badly. You have to be VERY careful how you phrase them. Thunderbolt can also not grant the same wish more than once and he can’t/won’t kill anyone.

“Yet, every day you tell me to wish us some girlfriends, like you are the boss of me.”

“I am just saying, that I think I have the perfect way to phrase the wish and we can score,” I admitted. I hated having these conversations in the hallway, but Jakeem and I are both nerdy and socially invisible to most other students.

“It wouldn’t be fair to the girls that Thunderbolt chose for us. They should like us for us, and not because they were forced to like us through a wish.”

This is one reason why Jakeem is “better” than me. I would probably use the magic pen for selfish reasons more often if he wasn’t there to offer an alternative idea.

Cindy Burman just walked past. I could smell her sexy perfume as she walked with confidence right past both of us. She has dark hair with white highlights and an ass that won’t quit. I instantly got a boner and tried to hide it in my jeans – not that Cindy would notice. I imagined her completely naked and strutting down the hallway. I got an epiphany.

“Okay, you know the Nude in school program?” I asked Jakeem. He was aware of the controversial school program that required both boys and girls to be naked in school. “You agree it has some educational benefits, right?”

“It has some merit,” Jakeem was skeptical of my questions.

“What if we wished for the program to come to Blue Valley? That’s not forcing anyone to date us, and we still get to see some boobs and butts.”

“I don’t know,” Jakeem was clearly uncertain of the many benefits of the program. I sold him on the idea of body positivity and sexual education. I quickly showed him statistics on my phone about unwanted pregnancies going down because students were not as curious about sex and not as an in a hurry to have unprotected sex because the program demystifies some of the taboos and questions students have about it.

I convinced Jakeem that we’d be doing Blue Valley a favor by bringing this progressive program to Nebraska. Thunderbolt was also on board with the idea. I convinced Jakeem only to wish for girls to participate by pointing out that WE were boys and neither of us wanted to parade around with our dick and balls hanging out at school.

I also included a clause in the wish that the girls would not mind performing “Reasonable Requests” – which are simple instructions that other students or faculty can give them to demonstrate how the body reacts to certain stimuli like touch and satisfy our young (And often perverted) curiosity.

Jakeem was concerned the girls in the program might quit rather than participate so I added a stipulation that they won’t want to quit until they were done with the program.

I wrote the wish on a napkin, and it went like this:

“I wish that Blue Valley High would adopt the Naked in School program, only for female students. The students in the program will not mind reasonable requests, and the girls won’t want to quit the program until they complete it.”

It only took us two drafts to come up with that perfect wish. Thunderbolt has a mischievous side, and he was delighted to grant it for us. It never occurred to us to advocate local government and our school board to adopt and implement the program.

There was a flash of purple and pink magical energy and then several girls were immediately naked. They shrieked in terror and several people laughed immediately. I assumed the girls would get a chance to undress but Thunderbolt’s wishes have an immediate kind of impact.

Teachers and school administrators were surprised but aware of the new school policy. Everyone at school seemed to believe that we had adopted it through more mundane means, however they seemed rather confused about how that could have been possible.

I was hoping that ALL of the girls in school (and a few hot female teachers) would be enrolled in the program. Unfortunately, there were only about seven. It was still nice seeing tits in the hallway. I didn’t find out about my step-sister and her friend’s Yolanda and Beth getting enrolled until I saw them commiserating together in the lunch room.

Unfortunately, Cindy Burman was not enrolled. I kicked myself for not explicitly mentioning her in the wish. I would have loved to see if her pubes had white streaks in them as well.

I was surprised to see that my step-sister’s pubes had been shaved and trimmed back to light wisps of blonde hair. Her friend Yolanda has dark areolas and an even thicker black bush. The year before we arrived her boyfriend sent her nude pictures around the school, and it had deeply humiliated her. Cindy laughed and told her “You don’t have anything that anyone in school hasn’t already seen?”

“Actually, I am glad I am in the program, Cindy,” Yolanda stood up to her former bully and now sometimes ally. “Girls wouldn’t feel the stigma of their nudes getting leaked if it was no big deal to see boobs,” she said bravely.

“I have a reasonable request, Yolanda,” Cindy said sweetly. “Turn around, bend over, and stick young index finger in your butthole.”

Yolanda gritted her teeth slightly, but she complied without resistance. She stood up, turned around so that her ass was facing Cindy. Licked her finger and inserted it into her asshole in front of all of our classmates in the lunchroom.

Cindy rolled her eyes and sighed. She had expected to make Yolanda miserable and humiliate her. She turned and walked away without staring at Yolanda’s humiliating pose. That allowed me to make my way through the crowd of 10-15 students and get a good look at Yolanda’s parted, fat pussy lips.

Jakeem and I couldn’t work up the courage to walk up and give any girls reasonable requests. I was just happy to watch a few of them masturbate or play with themselves in the courtyard or classrooms. The teachers insist that no reasonable requests occur during classroom instruction.

At the end of the school day, my sister and the other girls in the program tried to put on clothes but found that they simply could not. Thunderbolt’s magic works in mysterious ways and the girls had to hop on the buses or walk home completely naked.

Jakeem and I felt guilty about that because Courtney walks home. We raced home on our bikes to be there when she arrived. “Is this something you posted on Instagram?” Barb held up her phone so that we could all see what was on the screen. It was a picture of my sister’s incredible tits. Courtney had clearly posted a selfie of herself after she lost her clothing. The look on Courtney’s face wasn’t terror or panic – she seemed calm.

“Yeah, I posted a selfie, but that was because someone made a reasonable request and I had to take one and post it, Mom. I am sure that picture is all over social media now!”

“You looked so broken up about it in the picture that you took, uploaded, posted, and look here, it’s trending and has 77 shares and 33,000 likes already,” Barb clearly didn’t empathize all that much with her daughter’s condition.

“I had to take a good picture, Mom. I can’t refuse a reasonable request,” Courtney tried to explain what was going on. My sister didn’t know why she couldn’t refuse, but Jakeem and I knew why.

“Yeah, that’s how the program works. You are there to learn and also teach. If someone makes a reasonable request as long as it isn’t disruptive or dangerous and all parties consent then you fufill that request,” Barb shrugged to indicate that was just common sense.

“No, I mean even if I wanted to refuse, I don’t think I can,” Courtney looked frustrated that she couldn’t explain herself. Barb clearly didn’t believe her daughter.

“You don’t think it is a big deal that I can’t put on clothes, and I can’t refuse a reasonable request?” my sister asked with a cute pout.

There were times that Courtney reminded me of a living cupcake – so sweet and dainty. This was one of those moments.

“You mean I can give you a reasonable request to clean your room and you have to do it? Oh no!” Barb chuckled. Courtney and her still hadn’t realized that we were involved and the reason for all of this was a magical wish.

“Mom! I’d clean my room anyway,” Courtney smirked. “I mean perverted ones,” she looked at Jakeem and me and a flash of shame washed across her face.

“All of the girls and boys in the program have to do reasonable requests, and there is nothing wrong it. It is perfectly natural, Court. I did it and it may help to normalize some of that behavior.”

“You have no idea what boys will make you do, Mom,” Courtney groaned. I felt a little guilty that my step-sister had to participate.

“I think I do,” Barb mused as she reflected on her time in the program during her younger days. “Jakeem did you have any reasonable requests for Courtney? Maybe there are new ones I never did when I was in the program back in the stone age.”

Jakeem shook his head no.

“What about you, Mike?” she asked.

“Mom, Mike is my brother!” Courtney said. We are closer now than ever and consider each other brother and sister.

“If you are going to be in the program, then you have to be prepared for reasonable requests. In my day, we had to report to the flagpole in the morning before school and spend 30 minutes every day performing. That way the boys could satisfy their curiosity and focus on school work for the rest of the day.”

“Did it work?” Courtney asked.

“No,” my mom chuckled. “Boys will be boys, and some girls can come up with nastier requests, but you just have to grin and bare it and understand that this is for education purposes. Mike, do you have a reasonable request so that your sister can see that it is no big deal even if you give her one?”