Chapter 1A

It was Sunday morning, the weekend after the fourth of July. Normally, mom would be hassling my brother and me about getting ready for Church, but last night she had decided we were going to have a stay-at-home day, and so we had all slept late. Church would be almost over by now, and she stood at my door staring at me. I was sitting on my bed, brushing my hair, before I took off my nightgown and started dressing.

"Danielle, are you worried about this Naked in School thing?"

I looked back at her apprehensively. What had brought that on? "Yeah. I mean, being naked and having guys stare at you," I shuddered a little, "and touching you. Sounds like a nightmare." I held the brush in my hands and nervously started pulling hairs from the bristles. "The stories about those girls who had breakdowns scare me." I tossed the hairs into the trashcan by my bureau.

"I know," she said softly, "the stories worry me, too."

I really didn't want to get into this discussion right now, I kept hoping the administration would realize what a big mistake the whole thing was, and shut down the NIS Program. Plus, I'd read in the newspaper that a group of parents were suing the school district to stop the program. It was a Federal program and they couldn't really stop it completely, but the article said the parents wanted to stall implementation of the program for as long as possible. If they could put enough local roadblocks in the way, stretching each one out in court, the parents in the lawsuit felt they might be able to stall the local Program long enough for them to succeed in getting the federal laws reversed. I was rooting for them to succeed with all my heart.

Mom sighed. "Honey, I've done some research on this..."

Yeah, like I haven't?

"And I think we need to come up with a plan to get you through the Naked in School Program as smoothly as possible."

Now I was worried. Mom was well known in our family for her "creative" solutions to problems. Such as using Cool Whip to relieve the burning of a sunburn ("it's cool, and coconut oil is good for the skin" were her explanations), using two tablespoons of olive oil to relieve constipation ("it's really slippery," she said), using Alka-Seltzer to clean the toilet ("it has scrubbing bubbles, too"), and so on. The odd thing was, they usually worked.

"I think you need to have a little practice in what the Program is like."

"What?" I was puzzled, just what had she come up with, this time?

"Well, dear, when you were having all that trouble with math a couple of years ago, you did a lot of at-home work with Daddy and me, practicing, until you understood what the difficulty was and could easily solve the problems."

No. She wasn't seriously suggesting...

"I think we should have a practice NIS day here at home."

"WHAT?" I stared at her, my eyes wide and mouth hanging open in surprise. "You want me to be naked here at home, all day?"

"Now take it easy, dear, that's not exactly what I had in mind. I meant we should give you the experience of being in school and doing the things that you would be doing during the program."

"WHAT?" I dropped my brush on the floor. "HOW? I don't understand."

She came over and grabbed me in a hug. Because I was still sitting, I couldn't say anything more because my face was smothered against her belly.

"Hush, dear, don't get all upset. I just want to make sure your Freshman year of high school isn't a disaster."

Well, the only thing good about my first year in high school year was that I wasn't going to be the only girl naked in the Program, every girl and boy in the school was going to spend a week naked (but not all at the same time). So this year was going to be a disaster for everyone, not just me. At least I would have plenty of company.

She let go of me and stepped over to the door, "DADDY!" I don't know why, but she always calls Daddy that instead of by his name, like most parents.

A moment later he poked his head around the doorsill, "Yes?"

"Danielle and I have decided that what she needs is a dry-run-through on the school's NIS Program. That way, she'll be acclimated to the program before school starts; she'll know what to expect and how to react. And she'll know what's allowed and what's not allowed, so she won't accidentally get into trouble doing something she shouldn't, or not doing something she should."

He frowned at mom, "What?"

Mom sighed. Mom's explanations sometimes took a while to figure out. "Remember our talk yesterday about the NIS Program?"

"Oh, right." He stepped into my room. "So what do you mean by 'dry-run'?"

"Well, the only way to make her comfortable with the NIS Program is to do it here at home."

Dad and I stared at her. Do the Program at home? My stomach started to sink. I had a bad feeling about this. Was she really going to make me go naked at home?

"First," she turned to face me, "Danielle, take off your nightgown."

"Mooooommmm!" Oh, God, she was gonna make me go naked!

She crossed her arms and stared at me. "Honey, we're just in your room, not in the living room or family room."

I looked at her and knew she meant it. And when she had that look, I was doomed. I looked from her to dad and back.

"Oh, come on, Danielle, Daddy has seen you naked many times. You used to take baths together all the time. He knows what you look like." And she stared at me.

Yeah, he had, but not since my periods had started when I was twelve.

She was still staring, and I knew I was going to lose this argument, so I slowly stood up. I crossed my arms, grabbed the sides of my nightgown and lifted it up and over my head. I held it in front of my small boobs, with part of it hanging down to cover my crotch.

Mom sighed, and reached over to snatch the nightgown away from me. "Come on, Danielle, you know you aren't supposed to hide like that."

My boobs were now completely exposed. Fortunately, my crotch, and pussy, were pretty well hidden behind my public hair, which was actually very thick.

Dad was staring at me with a "deer in headlights" look of astonishment. He was as surprised as I was at what Mom was doing.

Mom stared at me as well, but she had her head held at a slight angle. She was studying my body, critically. Then she smiled, "You've certainly filled out over the last year, hasn't she Daddy?"

Daddy blinked, and then cleared his throat. "Yes, dear, she certainly has."

I knew I was blushing.

"Well, then," Mom said, "might as well get started. Danielle, you know the NIS rules don't you?"

I did, but I shook my head no, anyway

She pursed her lips; she knew I was lying. "Okay, the boys can look all they want, they can even ask you to pose anyway they want, and you have to do it. If they want to touch you, they have to ask permission. You can't say no unless it is an unreasonable request. And they can't ask you to perform sexual acts."

She turned to Daddy, "Well, what are you waiting for, you're supposed to be a high school boy with a naked girl in front of you, what are you going to ask her to do first?"

Daddy still had that stunned look. He licked his lips nervously, "Uh, turn around."

I looked at Mom, and she made a little spinning motion with her hand.

I slowly turned.

We stared at each other.

"Oh, for goodness sakes," Mom said. She stepped between us, forcing Daddy to look at her. "Daddy," she said very softly, "This is for your daughter, please do this. We don't want her getting into trouble like so many of the girls did last year." I couldn't see Mom's face, but I knew she was smiling from her tone as she said, "Daddy, just pretend you're back in high school, and this very pretty little girl is in the NIS Program. What would you want to do, knowing she'll let you do almost anything you ask," She paused a moment and I saw her cup her hand gently against Daddy's left cheek. "Pretend it's the first day of school, you meet this pretty girl in the hall, and she's in the Program."