Part 1: Monday

5 foot 8 inch, red-haired sophomore Tom Allen entered George Winley High School that Monday morning at 7:55 am, fully expecting another mildly boring week in school. It was the start of the third week of school, and the second full week.

That is, until he heard, "Thomas Allen to the Principal's office, Thomas Allen to the Principal's office." He stopped dead in his tracks. He sighed. Just what he had been dreading since last year. He was in the Program.

It wasn't that he didn't want to go naked in school all week. Well, he didn't, but that was beside the point. You see, Tom has a secret that he has been dreading would get out when he did go into the Program. He had an abnormally small penis, measuring barely an inch when soft, and only 3.5 inches when hard. As a result, ever since he had learned what it was really for, he had been very shy about showing his body. He had managed to hide it pretty well from the other boys in his gym classes, but now, he would have to let everyone see it.

Now that he was a sophomore in high school and the Program had been instituted there the previous year, he knew his time would come. He'd seen the horrors some of the other students had gone through. He fully expected to be humiliated and kidded for the rest of the week, if not for the rest of the three years he had left there. So he had resigned himself to the fact that, when his name was called, he would stand up and go through with it. There was no way he would enjoy it, he thought. No girls would be interested in touching him like they had the other boys.

He stood tall with his eyes facing front and marched to the Principal's office in the center of the first floor of the school. Just as he reached the door, Tom heard a voice, "They got you, huh, Allen? Have a good week."

He didn't even turn around, he knew that voice, his long-time tormentor from elementary school, Todd Browning. "Just wait till you're called, Browning," he said and went through the door.

"Tom Allen - I was sent for," he told the secretary in a calm voice.

"Yes, Tom, Mrs. Evans will see you right away."

"Thank you," he said to her politely. There was no reason to show hostility to her. After all, she was just doing her job, he reasoned.

He walked over to the door to the Principal's inner office and knocked. A woman's voice answered, "Come in." He pressed on the door and it opened. He went in and stood before the large desk and looked at the middle-aged woman who was sitting there. It wasn't bad enough that he had strip in front of an adult, but a woman, no less.

"Good morning, Thomas, please sit down." She pointed to one of two chairs placed in front of the desk without looking up. He sat, holding his bag in his lap. He glanced around and saw the expected boxes sitting beside her desk. When he looked back, she was looking at him, studying him. He looked right back at her, not being hostile, just observant.

She smiled at him. "You don't seem as nervous as some of the others, Tom," she said conversationally. "Why do you think that is?"

He shrugged his shoulders. "I knew this was coming sometime. I also knew that I had to do it. So I resigned myself to it. I won't get any of the so-called benefits from it so let's just get it going, please," he told her in a calm, almost dead voice.

"Why don't you think you will get any benefit from it?"

"Because when I learned, early on, that I have a physical problem, I quickly learned how to hide it. If I'm naked, everyone will see it and make fun of me. Now, I've already convinced myself that I can handle that, and none of them will take Rule 3 to heart, so therefore, I won't need Rule 4." He sat there, just staring at her.

She made a note on her note pad, then she looked up at him. "I see, and just what kind of physical deformity do you have that makes you feel that everyone will make fun of you?"

Without even blinking, he told her, "My penis is only about one inch long, barely noticeable. Therefore, why would the girls want to touch it?"

Her eyes opened to stare at him. During the time she had been principal there, she had seen many boys go through the Program, and thus had to strip in front of her. She had always felt bad to strip away their self-dignity but that was her job as school coordinator of the Program. Most, she was glad to learn, had come to enjoy their week, but there were always a few who couldn't overcome the embarrassment.

"I see," she said. "Well, perhaps it won't be as bad as you had feared, Tom."

He just shrugged. "Whatever. I know I have to do it. What are we waiting for?" he asked her. Despite his supposed calmness, he was getting nervous.

"For your partner, Nancy Carter. She should be here now. I wonder what's keeping her?"

She rose from her desk to check outside when there came a knock on the door. She went and answered it. Tom turned slightly and saw that it was Vice-Principal Jennings. He whispered something Tom couldn't hear. Mrs. Evans returned to her desk with a peeved look on her face. When she was sitting, she took a long deep breath and said, "There seems to be a problem. Your partner has fled the school after hearing her name announced. Therefore, without a partner, you cannot participate this week." She looked at him, expecting to see a pleased look, but she only saw an angry look. She was puzzled by this boy.

"I don't care if I don't have a partner, Mrs. Evans. I wasn't expecting any help from her anyway. Now please, let me do this week, so I can get on with my life?" he pleaded with her.

Mrs. Evans looked at this boy who seemed so resigned to having to do his week in the Program and not really wanting to, yet when he is given a chance to get out of it, he begs to do it. Strange. They'd have to watch him.

She sighed. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, please, before I do lose my nerve and maybe skip from school like that girl did."

"Tom, would you do that? You're in the top 5 percent of your class. Would you ruin you future just like that?"

"Probably not. But the originators probably should have thought of the fact that there are kids in schools who are just not equipped, mentally, physically or emotionally to handle the stress of public humiliation. I have prepared myself, even before the Program came into being, to handling just such an occasion. They may laugh at me, make jokes, but I aim to just ignore them as much as possible. May I please undress now?" She nodded. She was curious to see just what his problem was.

Tom sat up and pulled his shirt off, without turning bashfully away like some of the boys she'd encountered the past year. Slipping off his shoes, he stood up and undid his belt, then he pulled his zipper down. Without taking his eyes off Mrs. Evans, he dropped his pants, then his boxers. He saw her eyes widen as she saw his small organ. He bent over then and picked up his pants and boxers. He folded them and set them in the nearest box, along with his shirt. Then he sat down and put his shoes back on.

Mrs. Evans had seen him and realized the stress that he would encounter."Tom, I can release you from the Program without it affecting your status in school. Would you like to do that? The Program is not meant to bring ridicule or insult to its participants."

"Too late, ma'am. My name was already announced all over school. If they don't see me come out naked, they'll think there is something even worse wrong with me. No one will want to be around me, so I have to do this. May I go now?"

She looked very sad as she handed him the required pamphlet with the Program's rules. "Yes, you may go. At least try and find something beneficial with your time in the Program."

As he turned to leave, he looked over his shoulder and said, "I'll try, but it's up to the others to take part, too. I can't make them touch me. Good day, Mrs. Evans." With that he left the room.

He sighed as he passed the secretary's desk. She smiled at him but when he turned to get his late pass - the second bell for first period had already rung - she saw the stern, determined look on his face, and all she could do was hand him the pass and wish him luck. At least he gave her a small smile.

He went out into a clear, quiet hallway. He shrugged. Just as well, he thought. Walking down the hall, he stopped in front of the door to room 112 - English with Miss Bernhard. He turned the handle and opened the door. Steeling himself, he went in, calmly handed the late pass to Miss Bernhard and took his seat in the front row.

"Mr. Allen, do you need relief?" she asked him just then with a calm voice.

"No, Miss Bernhard, and I doubt you'll have to worry about that in this class this week."

She looked at him with surprise. He didn't seem embarrassed, even this early on Monday. He seemed - she searched for the right word - resigned to his predicament. "Very well, Mr. Allen, but if the need arises, please feel free to ask."

He nodded but said nothing. He pulled out his English text and note pad and prepared to take notes as usual. The class resumed and Miss Bernhard began to teach. While she was doing that, Tom looked around and saw a pretty girl sitting two rows over looking at him. Why was she looking at him? She couldn't see much with him sitting. However, not wanting to be impolite, he smiled at her. Amazingly, she smiled back.

When the class was done, Tom packed away his things and prepared to go to Chemistry with Dr. Edward Smith, one of his favorite teachers. Dr. Smith, and, yes, he was kidded because of the 'Lost in Space' character, was a retired chemistry professor who taught a few classes at the school each year.

He started for the door when he felt a hand on his arm. He turned suddenly, expecting anything but what he saw - the girl who had smiled at him.

"Uh, hi, Tom," she said bashfully. "Do you mind if we walk together?" Tom thought that she was beautiful. She had blonde hair and the deepest blue eyes he had ever seen. And the rest wasn't bad either, he thought.

"Sure, uh," he didn't know her name. She saw his confusion and smiled.

"Mandy, actually Miranda Collins, and you're Tom Allen, right?"

"Uh sure, that's right. Hi, Mandy, or should I call you Miranda, since we've just been introduced?" He looked at her and thought, if she could overlook his physical condition, maybe he would have some fun this week if only others could as well. He smiled at her as they proceeded down the hall to Chemistry.

"Oh, please, call me Mandy, Tom. I think Miranda is too formal. Going to Chemistry with Dr. Smith?"

"Um y-yes I am, Mandy. I was wondering, though, no offence meant, but why me? I mean, I've never seen you before. Are you any relation to Mr. Collins, my Gym teacher?"

"Yes, he's my father. I just returned from a trip overseas. I missed the first two weeks and I'm just trying to catch up. Some girls I know said you might be willing to help me catch up with the two weeks of work I missed. We have all of the same classes, I think."

"Okay, Mandy. I'll help any way I can. When you smiled at me, I thought you wanted to apply Rule three because I was naked. To tell you the truth, I hadn't expected any girl to want to touch me. Thanks for the smile."

She smiled at Tom as they walked into class. As she sat down next to him, she told him, "I went through it last year. There's no need to be ashamed or embarrassed. Everybody's different."

Tom couldn't believe his luck. Here he had been expecting to go through the entire week being ignored when this girl, Mandy Collins, a girl he had never spoken to before, latches on to him. What next?

When Dr. Smith asked Tom if he needed relief, he declined. Mandy leaned over and whispered, "Why not?"

Tom shrugged. He whispered back, "So far, I haven't gotten anything to make me sexually aroused. At least, not until I saw you," he said, grinning at her. She smiled at his compliment.

Mandy had heard a few tales about Tom last year that said he was shy, but it wasn't shyness, she suspected, but something else, and as she looked at his crotch, she suspected it was a lack of self-image that made him think only of his penis size and not of his brain, which made him consider himself unsuitable for a girl. She told herself that she would fix that. Mandy assured herself that she would try and rid him of that inferiority complex. Besides, he was cute.

After Chemistry was over and as they walked to French class with Miss Simmons, a girl bashfully approached them. She stopped and looked at him and Mandy. Tom raised his eyebrow cautiously. "Yes, miss?"

"Uh, I was wondering if I could touch you?" She was cute, Tom thought. She was a young girl, probably a freshman, with long red hair, green eyes and a pink blush on her slim face. Tom looked surprised. "You want to touch me?" he asked, surprised. Then he told her, "Okay, sure, that's a reasonable request, I guess," just as Mandy took his arm.

The girl smiled sheepishly and reached out her hand and rubbed the small head. She giggled when it started to grow and she rubbed it some more. "It's nice, not as scary as some others I've seen," she told him before she scurried away. Tom looked transfixed as he stood there when they were alone, his cock fully erect and shaking. Mandy squeezed his arm and pulled him along.

"See?" she said. "I knew that at least some of the girls would like you. Feel better now?"

Tom turned to look at her. For a moment, his face was blank, then a small smile appeared on it. He took her hand and squeezed it. "Yeah, I do. Maybe it won't be so bad after all."

"Of course not. And those who do ignore you, just ignore them right back," Mandy told him.

"I will," he said as they entered the classroom. Miss Simmons smiled when they walked in along with a few other stragglers. Tom and Mandy went to their desks. Mandy sat next him, since there was no seating pattern. When Miss Simmons asked him, "Vous avoir de besoin soulagement, Monsieur Allen?" to see if he wished to request relief, he hesitated. Mandy whispered, "Go ahead, you look like you need it."

"I can't, it's too embarrassing," he whispered, uncertain what to do.

"Ask for help. I'll help you."

He looked at her a moment, then he stood up and walked to the front of the class. Miss Simmons smiled encouragingly and whispered, "Just relax, and don't be embarrassed, Tom. Do you need help?"

"Y-yes, please," he said softly. "Mandy said she'd be willing to help." Miss Simmons nodded and spoke up. "Tom would like some help as this is his first time. Would anyone like to volunteer?"

Tom was surprised when several girls raised their arms. Mandy was one of them. "Mandy, please?" he said, almost so softly that they couldn't hear him. Miss Simmons pointed to a chair and he sat down in it, visibly shaken now. All his thoughts of giving up and keeping his feelings to himself had vanished. His face was pale.

Someone remarked, "He looks scared to death."

Miss Simmons leaned over and asked him, "What's wrong?"

"I s-said I wouldn't do this, that I would have no reason," Tom moaned.

"Why not?" asked a girl in third row.

"I'm self-conscious about..." and he blushed just as Mandy came over and knelt down beside him.

"I don't know why. It works, doesn't it? Besides, some girls like smaller ones, they're easier to suck on," and she grinned.

A few laughs came from the class as Mandy started stroking him. His member had shrunken a little in his nervousness, but as soon as she touched him, he jumped. His back straightened as she rubbed him. She looked up at his face and saw it turn from pale to reddish as his blood raced through his body.

"Oh God," Tom moaned. It was incredible. He'd jerked himself off many times over the past few years, but the feel of her soft fingers on his cock made his whole body, not just the part she was touching, surge with tingling sensations. His breathing quickened along with his blood pressure. He grabbed the seat of the chair and slid forward a bit, spreading his legs and closing his eyes. He concentrated on the feelings that he was experiencing and not the room. It only took a few minutes for his orgasm to erupt, sending semen shooting at least a foot into the air and landing on him and Mandy's hand. His body collapsed on the chair as he moaned.

For a few moments, he wasn't able to move, but then his eyes opened slowly and he looked out at the class. They were just staring at him like they hadn't seen a naked boy cum before. He looked at Mandy, smiled and said, "Thank you. That was incredible," as he helped her up. She then had to help him up as he tried to stand on very shaky legs. His face was still red.

Miss Simmons handed Mandy some tissues and she cleaned her hand and Tom off, causing his cock to twitch, which in turn brought a few giggles from the girls in the class.

"Hey, Mandy," one girl cried, "you should have given him a blow job." Snickers and laughs came from the rest of the class.

Mandy blushed. "Please, I'm a good girl. I'll wait till we're alone for that. But then, who knows, maybe next time. Come on, Tom," and she helped him to his seat.

"What do you mean, next time?" he asked after she had sat down. "Will there be a next time?"

"Do you want there to be?" she asked. She was looking at him closely and she saw his cock stand up. "I guess that means yes," and she smiled as the class laughed. It was right then that Tom Allen began to feel less self-conscious about himself. He wasn't so nervous either about going into the girls' locker room next period.

The class finally ended and they got up to leave. Tom turned to Mandy and took her hand. Looking around, he noticed that almost all the others were gone and Miss Simmons was occupied, so he leaned over and kissed her cheek. "Thank you for earlier. That did more for me than all the words in the world." She smiled and squeezed his hand, then they picked up their bags and rushed out of the room to their lockers to get their gym gear.

As they approached the gym door, Tom hesitated. "What?" Mandy asked him. He was looking at the door with trepidation. "Are you worried about the locker room? Don't worry, I'll protect you," she said and wrapped her arm around his waist.

"It's not that," he said, sounding really worried.

"Then what?" she asked.

"It's you going in the gym with a scared, nervous wreck of a naked boy attached to you," he said. "What will your father think?"

"Oh you," she said, slapping his arm as she saw the smile cross his face. "Silly, he'll be fine with it. Come on, we'll be late," and she pulled him through the double doors so fast he stumbled.

The doors opened and they walked in to see the two coaches, Mr. Collins and Miss White, standing there talking. "Hi, daddy, look who I found wandering the halls, looking all lost and lonely. Can I keep him?" she said to her father. Both the coaches broke up. Mr. Collins came over and hugged Mandy.

"Hi, Mandy. Of course you can, honey, but is he house-trained?"

"Oh, daddy, you are such a kidder, you two should get along fine," she said, laughing as Tom stood there blushing.

"Hi, Tom. I see you've met my daughter. How are you doing with the Program?"

"Okay, now, sir, but it didn't start off too well. I've been dreading it since last year when it started here. However, that was before I met Miss Miranda Collins and she was kind enough to take me under her wing, for which I will be eternally grateful," he said.

"Why were you dreading it?" Mr. Collins asked.

"Daddy, he has self-image problems," Mandy said, looking at Tom's groin. "I intend to rid him of those problems, if possible."

"Is that true, Tom? Size isn't everything, and a smart boy like you should go far in life."

"I was resigned to the fact that I would have to go through with the Program and everyone would see how small I am, but this morning has given me some new insights to just how nice the students can be if they want to be. One girl even remarked that some girls like them small, they're easier to suck on."

"That's true," laughed Miss White, who was standing just off to the side. "Now you both had better get changed."

Tom put that worried look on his face as he looked towards the girls' locker room door. "We have to go in there?" he said, pointing at the green door, "I can't," his voice and lip quivering. Mandy swatted him and pulled him by the arm into the girls' locker room, just as he started to laugh. "All right, my lady, slow down. I'm coming, I'm coming." That last part came out just as he entered the locker room and saw the girls standing around in various stages of undress, looking to see what the noise was all about. They looked at him and saw his small cock quickly expand. They'd seen many naked boys in the room since last year, so he wasn't cause for alarm.

Tom just stopped, gasped and tried to run out, but Mandy grabbed him. "Girls, give me some help here, please. My pet is scared. Someone calm him down." The girls milled around Tom, running their bare arms over him, some even touching his privates, just making sure he couldn't leave. Tom looked helpless till he saw Mandy's grinning face, then he stood tall and said, "What do you mean - pet?! I am a man, not an animal!" (He'd heard that in the old Elephant Man movie on TV). Then he started to advance on her with his hands raised. She backed away, her hands raised in pretend fear and giggling, saying, "Oh no, kind sir, please have mercy."

It was when he kissed her on the mouth in front of all those semi-naked girls that things really broke up. The girl started to hug him as she laughed. "Isn't he a card, girls? And to think, he started the day a wet noodle, figuring he would have no fun this week. Well, we'll make sure he does, won't we?" Voices of agreement rose as they patted him, encouraging him. Mandy started to get undressed then as he relaxed and sat down on the bench. He grabbed his bag as he watched the girls, no longer self-conscious about his own nudity. After he had changed his shoes, he stood up and turned to see Mandy dressed in her gym clothes. "Aww gee, I missed seeing you in your underwear. Darn!" he quipped and snapped his fingers.

They all streamed out to the main floor and Tom rushed over to the boys section at the outer end of the gym, but not after grabbing Mandy's hand and squeezing it. "Thank you, life saver."

She smiled and said, "Umm, what flavor?" and rushed off.

Tom reached the boys' side laughing, something he thought that he'd never do. Not while naked in school at least. Then he settled down. Coach Collins brought them together in a group and said, "Okay, boys, today we're going outside to run the track. It's nice out so we'll take advantage of it and let the girls use the full court. Will you be okay out there, Tom?"

"I suppose so. The others aren't dressed much more that I am. Let's go. I feel like running today anyway."

"Why?" one boy near him asked.

He shrugged his shoulders. "I have some old concerns to run off, I think."

"All right then, let's go," said Mr. Collins, and he blew his whistle. He went over and opened the outside door and everyone piled out past him, including Tom, who shivered a bit at the 65 degree temperature. "Okay, Tom?" Mr. Collins asked him.

"Yes, sir, thank you. It must be the shock of the cool air on places that don't normally feel it," he said, grinning.

"Okay, then. Let's go."

They followed him down the path to the football field where there was a one-sixth mile track that circled the field with bleachers lining both sides of the field. It was a cinder track, meant to provide good traction by the runners. Mr. Collins blew his whistle again and they all surrounded him.

"Okay now, I want all of you to run around the track at least once. Some of you may not be able to, but I want you to do the best you can. No regular files, just run. Let me see what you can do. It's a sixth of a mile around the track, do six laps around it and that's a mile. Of course you won't have time now, but those who wish to, the field is open after school and on weekends. If you have some frustrations to get off you, come here and run them off. Okay, off you go."

They all ran off to the track and began their run. The coach watched them carefully, noting the one's that were having trouble, and especially those that showed promise. Ten minutes before the end of period, he blew his whistle and called them all in. Some had completed the first round and had started the second when he called them in. A couple minutes later, they stepped into the gym and found it empty.

"Hey, where are the girls?" one boy asked.

"Maybe in the shower, already," another responded.

"All right, you'd all better get in there or you'll miss lunch," the coach cried out. They all piled into the boys' side and began stripping. All except for Tom who hesitated before entering the girls' side. He kept his eyes closed as he opened the inner door into the locker room. "I'm not looking!" he cried as he held out his arms to feel his way.

All of a sudden, several arms grabbed him and pulled him into the shower room after one of them slipped off his sneakers and socks. He heard Miss White say, "Be gentle, girls," as he opened his eyes and gasped. All twenty-five of the girls were naked and lined up under the showers. He had never seen anything like it in his life and he groaned. Mandy came over and took his arm, leading him under a shower head. "We just wanted to make you feel comfortable with this, Tom. Maybe this will allay those nagging feelings."

Tom was frozen. He stood there looking at this massive display of female pulchritude and felt his heart racing. When he saw Mandy, he lost it. The tension of the moment overcame him and he spurted, all over Mandy and the floor.

"Good thing we're in the shower," she laughed as she cleaned herself off. He might have fallen from complete embarrassment if two girls hadn't been standing on either side of him ready to catch him in just such a case.

"Don't worry, Tom," one of them said, "that's not the first time that has happened, especially with a virgin, and virginity in a boy is nothing to be ashamed of. Is it, Miss White?"

"That's true, Tom," she said from beyond the large shower room. "Everyone starts life as a virgin, and if someone just isn't ready to take that step, that's okay."

Tom relaxed and began to enjoy the washing he was getting from the girls. He even was able to look closer at the girls, noticing their bodies, and seeing how beautiful they all were. His cock got hard again as a result and Mandy noticed. She gripped it lightly and stroked it, cleaning it with her soapy hands.

She was about to get him off a second time when the first bell sounded. They all shut off the showers and went outside into the locker room to dry off and dress. Tom was amazed to actually be in the girls' locker room (a guy's dream come true) and not have to be worried about being arrested. Since he had to be naked, all he had to do was to put on his socks and shoes and he was dressed. But he waited around for Mandy. Okay, really so he could watch the other girls dress. He smiled to himself and thought that he would remember this scene in his mind to his dying day.

Mandy came up to him and saw that smile. "What?"

"Oh, nothing," he said. Then he looked over the crowd and said, "Thanks, girls, I'll be looking forward to tomorrow," he said as Mandy dragged him out of the locker room. He was laughing when they got out and Mr. Collins saw them. He looked at Tom then smiled. "I guess you had a good time in there after all, Tom," he said, smiling. He pointed to Tom's small but erect cock.

Tom laughed. "Yes, I did. After all, that is every boy's dream, to see the insides of the girl's locker room. Forbidden territory, you know."

"Yes, I know, Tom. Now don't you think the two of you should get to lunch? I understand they're having ravioli today. Yummm! You don't have to pay, either, Tom. Lunch is free for Program participants. Mandy, do you have money?"

"Yes, daddy, thank you. Come on, you puppy dog," she said, dragging Tom by the arm and leaving the rest standing there watching and laughing.

Tom, playing the role of scared boy, said, "No, please. not there. I wanna go in the girls' room again," he cried, straining to head back that way.

She stopped beside the door and looked back at the girls and guys who were watching. "All right. If you're a good little boy, I'll let you visit them tomorrow. Okay?"

"You will?" he said, a big smile on his face.

"Yes, I will. Now come on," and she wrapped her arm around him and started for the door. Before they reached it however, they heard, "You guys should take that on the road. You're hilarious." They left the room laughing.

As Tom and Mandy walked down the hall, several girls came up and asked if they could touch him. Of course, it may have been because of his erection, making it look like he wasn't as small as he really was, but nevertheless, the fact that they asked him greatly increased his self-assurance.

By the time they were at their lockers, Tom was starting to hurt. Mandy saw the look on his face and came over and asked him, "Tom, what's wrong?"