Chapter 1: Monday

When I got to school on Monday, it was a pretty normal day, I thought. I was wearing a red plaid dress and a white blouse. It was a pleasant enough day for mid-September; in the low 70s and partly cloudy. It was two weeks into my junior year. My name is Karen.

But when I got inside the front door, I had to push my way into a big crowd. I asked someone what was going on, but didn't have time to listen to their answer. "Karen Wagner, right?" a guy said. I nodded, and he grabbed my arm and swept through the crowd with me. I didn't know who he was, but he took me to the principal's office. The principal met me at the door. The crowd was kept back a few feet from the door, but it was very loud.

I didn't know him, I'd said "Hi" to him in the hallway, but I knew who he was, of course. I was surprised to find he knew who I was. "What's going on?" I asked him. "Hmm. Yes." He coughed, seeming a little nervous, but then smiled at me. "You've been selected, Miss Wagner."

"For what?" I was mystified.

"We've had a change in policy for the school," he told me. "We're going to pick a few students each week. Here, this will explain further." He handed me a pamphlet.

I glanced at it, then blushed; it had a picture of a nude man and woman on the cover. But the principal had given it to me... right in school... it seemed pretty weird.

"You can review that later," he told me. "It explains a new program we have, where we will select a few students each week to attend school in the nude. You will not be permitted to wear any clothing this week during school hours, except shoes and socks if you wish. Could you please undress now?"

I blushed very hard. "You want me to... to take off my clothes... right here?"

"It's a mandatory program for you, Miss Wagner. I can have a couple of gentlemen assist you if necessary to ensure your cooperation." He glanced behind himself. There were a couple of burly men waiting there. "You have 2 minutes as of now."

I didn't have any choice, clearly. I gulped very hard and very nervously, but as quickly as I could manage, I started taking off my clothes. The crowd mostly cheered, aside from some of my best friends. No one stepped forward to help me.

One of the burly guys stepped forward and began picking up my clothes.

"Hey, where are you going with those?" I demanded wildly.

"You won't be needing them," he told me.

"You'll get them back at the end of the day, Miss Wagner," the principal told me. "Please come to school appropriately attired for the rest of this week."

"B-but..." I was terrified! "You said I could have my shoes and socks!"

He nodded, and the burly man dropped them on the floor.

"Go ahead and put them on if you wish," the principal told me, smiling, and I sat on a bench and did so. It didn't help at all, I had goosebumps all over.

The principal looked at me unsympathetically. "There's a list of the other special rules for you in the back of the booklet," he told me. "Now, you'd better get to class. Have a nice week!"

I dashed to the bathroom first, just to get away from the crowd, and sat in there reading the pamphlet. I read it through several times, feeling dizzy about it. The program was actually approved by the school board and the state!

There was a list of rules, as the principal had mentioned. One was that I would be required to stay in public areas of the school, except for three bathroom breaks per day, of no more than 5 minutes. I'd have to use the boy's locker room for gym class. I wasn't allowed to cover myself with any type of clothing, books, a backpack, or even my hands during school; if I did so at any time, my hands could be tied or handcuffed behind me!

"Come out of the bathroom now, Karen," the female assistant principal told me. I hastily flushed the toilet and came outside. Once again there were lots of cheers from the crowd of students. Including some of the girls.

I had to try to move through the crowd to get to class. It was hard, because it seemed like everyone wanted to stare at me. I finally got there, but I was 10 minutes late. A few others followed me into class.

"Hmm! I guess I can see the reason for the delay," the teacher said. It was algebra. I took my seat, getting only a little relief from staring eyes. There were less people in class, but most of them spent most of the class looking at me. My chair felt cold on my bare bottom.

I read the brochure again during class. I had to cooperate with teachers who wanted to have me assist with instruction. That was going to come up in biology class, I was sure. I blushed, but read on. I was to consider myself on display for any student who wanted to examine me, and cooperate in letting them look me over.

"Karen!"

I jumped; the teacher was looking at me. "Yes, Mr. Dennison?"

"Come up here, please."

I walked nervously to the front of the class.

"I was told we can have you help with classroom exercises." He smiled at me, not unpleasantly, but as interested in my status as the other students.

"I guess so," I nodded, blushing. I heard a few titters.

"We might as well, since everyone is looking at you anyway. Face the class, please."

I did so. God, it was humiliating!

"Does anyone have any suggestions of an algebra problem involving Miss Wagner?" he asked.

Half the class raised their hands, and Mr. Dennison had me write all of their suggestions on the white board.

Calculate the volume of my breasts, and percentage of my total body mass Determine total mass of breasts among students in the school Number of hands which could feel my breasts, buttocks and inner thighs at once Coefficient of friction of my vagina Equations calculating how long it would take me to have sex with every boy in my grade, and in the school, based on different assumptions to be entered as variables Calculate distance from my lips to my throat, then based on statistics about penis sizes, determine how many boys in the school I could "deep throat"

The suggestions were getting more explicit. Finally Mr. Dennison stopped taking them, and told each student to work on the problems. I had to remain in front of the class, and he measured my body himself to provide the data for their equations.

Finally the class was over with. Again I had to venture into the hallway, where I was the subject of scrutiny as I struggled to pass through the crowd.

I found out there were 3 girls from each grade who were required to spend the week naked. The following week, a new group would be selected.

A couple of the girls were enjoying the attention quite a bit. One freshman girl, though, was even more freaked out than most of us, and had to be taken to the hospital. The word I head was that she'd have to complete the week like the rest of us, then serve another whole week later on. Wow...

My next class was history. There wasn't much the teacher could have me do in that class. She did sternly warn the other students that they were to pay attention to the class, and not to me. She also kindly moved me to the back of the classroom, so I got something of a break in her class.

My third class of the day was gym. We were in the pool, so I had to leave my shoes and socks in the men's locker room, being jostled and ogled by the guys, then I had to go out to the pool, completely naked now. The teacher had us all doing strokes for the first half of the class, then as normal we had free time for the 2nd half, which meant we had 20 minutes to do whatever we wanted before we were to go shower and get ready for our next class.

During free time, I was chatting briefly with one of my friends, Cindy. She was nervous because of all the attention I was getting from the guys, so she swam away from me. I started to swim away, too, but one of the guys caught me by the arm. His name was Mike. I didn't know him very well.

"Hi," I said nervously, but smiled at him anyway.

"How do you like running around naked?" Mike asked me.

I blushed. "It's pretty embarrassing," I told him. "It's going to be a long week!"

He chuckled. "You've got a nice, pretty bare ass," he said. "Would you mind pushing yourself up on the side of the pool so it's above the water line, so a few of us can admire it?"

I blushed even harder. "I think you can see me fine without that!"

"I heard you have to do stuff like that, when requested to do so" he persisted.

"I thought so, too," another guy said. "Hey! Mr. Roquette! Doesn't she have to pose for people?"

The gym teacher swam over. "What did you want her to do?" he asked.