Sunday Night/Monday Morning

Sunday Night

Allison

Allison stared at herself in the mirror as she brushed her long chestnut brown hair. That large pimple had somehow disappeared just in time, she thought as she breathed a sigh of relief. She thought she could make out a wrinkle on her left cheek. She reached for the anti-wrinkle cream, and noticed a small note attached to it: ‘Allison, you are not getting wrinkles yet. Love, Mom.’ She opened the jar, and moaned when she noticed that it was empty – her mom must have hidden the full one somewhere.

Her eyes drifted down to her chest – her large C breasts showing themselves off proudly in her white lace bra. She often wished they’d just fall off – the few times a boy had managed to discern their shape through her loose shirts, she’d felt as if she’d die from the embarrassment.

She grabbed her nightgown from where it hung on a nearby hook, turned around and undid the bra as she quickly slipped on the nightgown. She picked up her toothbrush, put some toothpaste on it and noticed how her teeth sparkled as she brushed them. This was the one part of her body she didn’t hate – nobody noticed them if she didn’t smile, and she made it a point to never smile.

So far she had done quite well – in her three years at Old Splitriver High, she had only been noticed a handful of times – mostly when her breasts first developed, and had managed to become just one of the crowd. Only one more year, she thought – then I can be done with this place.

She finished with her preparations and climbed into bed, muttering a quick prayer that nothing would threaten the chameleon act she had performed for so long. She drifted off to sleep, not realizing that in the next room her sister was asking Eris for an interesting year.

Emanuel

Emanuel stared into the mirror, checking to make sure he had eliminated every last bit of stubble. He was expected to look good every day, and besides that fact, he enjoyed looking good. His eyes drifted down to his chest – despite his lack of time to work out all that summer, he’d managed to stay in shape. He flexed a muscle and smiled – he knew this year was going to be a good one.

He picked up the letter that the mailman had delivered yesterday and opened it: it was rare that mail was addressed to him. He recognized the return address – mail from the school could be good, or could be really bad. He closed his eyes and pulled a letter and a pamphlet out from the envelope. Quickly scanning the letter he realized that the Program had finally come to Old Splitriver High. Taking a quick peek at the pamphlet, he smiled – this could be fun he thought. He put the pamphlet down on a nearby counter, finished getting ready and climbed into bed, letting thoughts of the fun to be had lull him to sleep.

Monday Morning

Allison

Allison woke up to the shriek of her alarm clock. She sat up for a few moments, then stood up, grabbed her bathrobe and stepped into her small bathroom. She started up the shower, and stepped in, shedding her nightgown with unusual speed. She breathed a sigh of relief as the hot water hit her, washing away any dead skin she was sure people could see. She reached for the body wash, and after lathering her hands well with it, started to rub it up and down her body. She shuddered in pleasure for a moment as she covered her breasts with the suds, then quickly moved away – It’s not right to enjoy such things she told herself. As she rinsed off the suds she wondered what crazy new idea the Vice-Principal would try to introduce this year – maybe he’ll actually get the Program pushed through she thought, shuddering as she did. The last thing she needed was for that accursed experiment to be brought to Old Splitriver.

Her thoughts were interrupted by her mother’s shouts about waking up and getting ready– she knew this was more to make sure her sister Sarah was awake. She finished rinsing her hair, and turned off the water as she stepped out of the shower and onto a mat. She looked down as she instinctively reached for where her towel usually was, only to discover that it wasn’t there. She quickly looked up, hoping to spot it without having to see too much of her body. She spotted it on a nearby shelf, but not before she got a good look at her naked body – her abnormally large (in her mind anyway) breasts, the pounds of stomach fat and her overgrown ‘forest’ below. She quickly dried herself off and flung the bathrobe on as quickly as she could.

Returning to her room, she quickly changed into the clothes she had left out the night before – conservative jeans, a loose t-shirt and sweater. She figured that this look had worked before, and would work again this year. She grabbed her books and ran down stairs, hoping to make it into the kitchen before her mother had breakfast made.

She failed, as her mother had pancakes, bacon and eggs waiting on the table. “Don’t even tell me you’re not hungry or too fat for a few pancakes and eggs. I don’t want to hear it.” her mother said. Allison sat down grudgingly, and put a few pancakes on her plate. She ate them slowly, realizing she had a half hour before the bus came. Her mother opened her mouth to say something, but Allison shot a quick glance telling her not to continue.

Eventually, the bus arrived, and Allison quickly dragged her sister from where she had sat down and ran out of the house to the bus. She got on and breathed a sigh of relief – glad to be away from some unpleasant comment about how she was ‘too tight laced’ or ‘too worried about looks’ or ‘cared too much what people thought’. With that she disappeared into her safe place.

Ten minutes later the bus pulled up in front of Old Splitriver High. Allison was jerked out of her safe place by the sound of the bus slamming on its brakes – the driver tended to go too fast far too often. She sighed, picked up her bag, and got off the bus. She looked at the building, muttered a quick prayer, and started to head in.

Five minutes later, she sat down in her seat in homeroom, awaiting the morning announcements. She looked over and noticed the one boy she had always thought was particularly cute. She forgot his name at the moment though.

Emanuel

Emanuel sat in homeroom, wondering when the Vice-Principal was going to announce the start of the Program. His thoughts drifted back though to the weird argument he had with his father at breakfast – how did his father find out about the Program before he did? More importantly, how dare he say I’m not allowed to be part of it, he thought. He had every right to try something new, especially something this exciting. He was glad he didn’t have to wait for the bus though – that bike was a real lifesaver sometimes.

His anger somehow managed to blur his senses so that when Vice-Principal Litski’s voice came on the loudspeaker, he didn’t hear the announcements until, “and to conclude today’s announcements – the following students are to come to the Principal’s office immediately: Allison Kirse, Edward Puffer, Barbara Poole, Lucas Nerras, Emanuel Lopez, and Amanda Yaez. Anyone named must remember to bring their bags and books with them.”

He gathered his books and started to head over to the Principal’s office, smiling as he guessed what they were being called for.

Allison

Allison stared in shock as her name was called – she had always been a model student – what could she possibly be called in for? Then she realized that Barbara had also been called – so it couldn’t possibly be something related to academics – the cheerleader was about as dumb as a person could be. She quickly gathered her stuff together before the teacher had a chance to remind her, and left for the office.

As she entered the office she noticed the other five people standing there, along with a box in front of each of them. She also noticed a woman standing next to the Principal whom she hadn’t seen before, dressed in a weird outfit that showed off most of her breasts. A feeling in the back of her head went off that something was very wrong here – and as she turned to leave, Mr. Litski entered the office, locking the door behind him.

The Principal spoke “Most of you are probably wondering why I had Mr. Litski call you here. Against my better judgment, the Program has spread to this school. You can all thank Mr. Litski for this obscenity of a federal Program. Ms. Frauhold will explain what you need to know about it.”

The strangely clad woman stepped forward to address the group, “You six have been selected for the Naked In School Program, which you all should have a good understanding of already as pamphlets and letters were sent to your parents to go over with you a few days ago. However, from the puzzled looks on some of your faces, I can assume some of your parents didn’t talk to you about it.”

Allison sat down on one of the chairs, afraid to hear what Ms. Frauhold was going to say next. She looked at the students next to her, and couldn’t help but notice that the boy she thought was cute seemed to be smiling, as if he knew about this already.

Ms. Frauhold continued, “As you may have guessed, the Program is designed to help you become more comfortable with your bodies and with sexuality overall. To accomplish this, all students must go through a week in which they attend classes and any school functions naked. At no point, unless for safety reasons, will you be allowed to cover any part of your body. Shoes and socks are the only clothes you may wear, with the exception of aprons in labs and shop classes, jockstraps and cups for sports, gloves for lab classes, and other approved safety equipment. The full list is found in the pamphlets in front of you.

“You will be required to assist your teachers in class beyond the normal reasonable request rules. You are required to comply with reasonable requests and are allowed to request relief within the first five minutes of any class period. You can not take more than three five minute bathroom breaks during the school day, and are required to use the opposite gender’s bathrooms and locker rooms. Any other details you need to know are contained in the pamphlet.

If you attempt to cover yourself or circumvent any of these requirements, appropriate punishment shall be given – from additional time in the Program to forced outreach. Remember that this is a national Program – you can not move to avoid it, and you must spend your week in the Program in order to graduate.”

Allison retreated deep into her safe place as she read the pamphlet. This was the last thing she wanted to happen – and definitely the last thing she needed. “Oh, there will be a large scholarship given to the person who shows the spirit of the Program most by the end of the week” Ms. Frauhold added.

“Emanuel, would you strip first?” Mr. Litski asked. “You can place your clothing in the box in front of you when you’re done, and it will remain safely locked up in my office for you to pick up at the end of the day,” he added. Ms. Frauhold mouthed something to Mr. Litski. “Oh, yes, to make the experience a little easier for you, we’ve split you into pairs – Barbara and Lucas, Allison and Edward, Emanuel and Amanda,” he said.

Emanuel started to strip, and she found herself entranced. She had always wondered if he really was as built as his shirts showed, and he was – there wasn’t an ounce of fat on his entire chest. She almost looked away when he started to take off his pants, but managed to keep her eyes on him as his pants and underwear came off. She almost gasped when she saw his penis – it was limp, but looked at least three inches long. How big is it hard, she wondered for a moment, before banishing that thought.

Emanuel

Emanuel smiled nervously as he noticed that his penis was flaccid – he hoped it would wake up soon. He looked over as his partner Amanda was taking off her shirt – her long blonde hair slightly messed up now and noticed his penis start to stir as her bra came off – revealing her natural DD breasts. She moved onto her pants, taking them off slowly, as if she was purposely getting all the guys in the room hard. Finally, she pulled off her panties, revealing her completely shaven pussy. Emanuel’s penis sprang fully to life. His eyes stared at her for a few moments, before noticing that Lucas was starting to strip now.

Emanuel noticed that Lucas seemed built a lot like him – the only real difference being Lucas’ blonde hair compared to his black hair, and the fact that Lucas was a few shades lighter than him. Lucas’ partner, Barbara, stripped without any flair, her long blonde hair nearly covering her small B breasts. Her pussy wasn’t too interesting either – the blonde fuzz that covered most of it was the most interesting part about it.

Allison nervously started to strip – he often wondered what she was hiding under those abnormally large shirts. His eyes stayed glued to her as she slowly took off the large blue sweater, her long brown hair flowing behind her. She just stood there for a few minutes until Ms. Frauhold quickly stated, “We will help you strip if you refuse to.” She then pulled the shirt – three sizes too big he realized – off, revealing her C breasts in their lace bra. She pulled the bra off as she turned around, silently shedding her jeans as well.

Emanuel could see that she was on the verge of fainting, so he stepped behind her and quietly asked her, “Why are you so nervous? You’re a very beautiful woman.” She turned her face toward him, and a smile seemed to flicker across it as she pulled off her panties, revealing the large amount of pubic hair that blocked the view of her pussy.

Allison

Allison looked nervous as Ms. Frauhold led her into the Principal’s private bathroom and took out a small electric razor. “You clearly haven’t shaved that area ever, or even trimmed it my dear. While I believe that every woman has a right to keep her area as bald or wild as she wants, the Program rules consider this covering yourself, so it has to be trimmed. I can leave and let you do it, or I can do it for you if you prefer. I promise if you allow me to do it, I will be very gentle.”

Allison thought this over for a moment – she was likely to cut herself if she tried to do it, and that would be even more embarrassing than anything that had happened so far. “You can do it Ms. Frauhold,” Allison nervously said.

“Would you merely like it trimmed or completely shaven dear?” she asked.

“Ummm ... Trimmed please. I’ve heard that when that area is shaved, it tends to itch as the hair grows back,” Allison replied. She quietly retreated into her safe place as Ms. Frauhold got to work. One thought pervaded it though, he thinks I’m beautiful ... he thinks I’m a beautiful woman. She smiled as she thought this, safe from the embarrassment and self confidence problems that would no doubt assail her as soon as she was forced from this state.