Chapter 1

Monday

Isabelle

Dear Diary,

Today is totally gonna rock. Why? Well, first of all I'm now starting my senior year at Mellbrook High. Doubling AP Chem. and physics this year, and yes I am looking forward to it. I've been getting straight A's without opening a book for 3 years now ... maybe this will be a challenge ... maybe. Plus I'm looking forward to catching up with some friends. I'm not real popular but I do have some close friends and everyone pretty much likes me. I'm quiet but easy to talk to, and I never make a fuss. But the best thing about today is by far the weather: 90 degrees and sunny. I love hot weather. Yum.

Jonathan

Ugh, today is totally gonna suck. First day of school, and its 90 degrees out. I hate hot weather. Got out of bed this morning and got a nice cold shower. Might as well be cool while I can. Pulled on some long jeans, a wife beater and headed out to school. Now you gotta understand I hate school. The actual academics aren't bad, though theres no challenge there. I take middle level classes and never open a book ... and get straight A's. But I know to keep my hands down and my mouth shut in class. I'm good at the blending in thing. No one dislikes me but I don't think anyone particularly likes me either. Pretty much they just don't know me and I work hard to keep it that way. Saves me a lot of trouble ... Once people get to know you, they want to know you better, till they find out all your secrets and hate you for them. Don't even know why I keep this piece of shit journal ... If I ever read it I think I'll have to slit my wrists. So yeah the bad part of school was not the academics ... its trying to act all happy ... well I doubt anyone would call me happy ... act like I give a shit and don't want to slit my wrists ... yeah that's a better description.

So I get to school last minuet as usual, and as soon as I walk in the door a teacher tells me to go to the main office. Great. What could the principal want with me? Ya see I'm good at laying low with the teachers too. Good grades, quiet, never get in trouble. So why call me into the office. When I got to the office, Mrs. Peterson's secretary told me to head on in. I walked in and could tell something was wrong. Mrs. Peterson always looked like she was fully in control of everything, yet right now she looked a little nervous. This could not be good. She motioned for me to sit in one of the two chairs across from her desk and I did.

"Mr. Leeds," She began, "First of all, I would like to assure you that you have not done anything wrong and are not in trouble..." I really did not like where this was going. "The state has just signed into law a new educational program. Many leading psychologists believe that shyness and a lack of self esteem can be caused by repressed sexuality and body issues and can prevent students from reaching their full potential both academically and personally." Nope definitely not liking where this is going "Im pleased to inform you that you have been chosen as one of our schools first participants in the Naked in School Program." My mind shut down completely. In the background I could hear Mrs. Peterson explaining that I would have to be naked for school and all school related functions from now until Sunday night and would have to comply with students "reasonable requests" to examine or touch me. She also mentioned something about a partner, but really, I wasn't taking much in. Me: Naked. In. School.

FUCK! SHIT! FI\UCK! FUCK! SHIT! SHIT! FUCK! That was not going to go well with laying low or with keeping secrets, especially not my secret. Can this Possibly get any worse?

Apparently it can.

In walked Isabelle. God, I hate that arrogant fucking bitch. No decency at all. She has one fucking arm, the left one ends at the elbow and guess what? She's wearing a fucking tank top. Has her fucking nails painted to. Hell she's on the school Tae kwon doe team and pins her gi sleeve up to show it off. And as if that wasn't enough she almost ruined my secret. Fucking bitch.

Isabelle

Dear Diary,

Well, I don't usually document every event of every day, but in light of this whole program thing I was told to this week, so here it goes. Guess we'll start with a quick backtrack to this morning. I woke up happy for the start of the school year. I got my normal shower —short yet productive. Ten minuets and my hair was washed and conditioned, my pussy, legs, and underarms shaved and my entire body scrubbed with cherry scented soap. I put on my normal summer clothes. A white sporty cotton skirt, and a light pink tank top. Pulled my long brown hair up into a high pony tail, slipped my feet into white sandals, and finished it off with some light pink eye shadow and lip gloss.

I ran down the stairs, grabbed my book bag and a granola bar, hugged my mom goodbye, and walked out the door. I have a car and can drive to school whenever I want, but I decided to walk today. I love the feeling of the strong sunlight on my bare shoulders, and rather enjoyed the short ten minute walk. When I got to school, I went to track down my friends and found Jane and Amber in the lobby. Amber had spent the summer in the South of France, and was filling a very flustered Jane in on all the dirty details...

"Nude beaches ... How could you ... wouldn't you see..."

"That's the point..."

"Totally improper..." I managed to catch right before a teacher tapped me on the shoulder and told me to head to the principal's office. I sighed. I would really like to have heard the rest of that conversation, and I was sure the office trip was not going to be pleasant. Probably them trying to talk me out of my heavy course load ... again ... oh well.

When I went into the principal's office, I was surprised to find that I was not alone, then I saw Jonathan and things made sense. He must have done something to get me in trouble. Remember how I said I was generally well liked? Well he's the one exception to that rule. I'm not sure why he hates me ... I think it might have something to do with me having one hand. That's the only thing I can think of ... that and I pushed him into a pool once ... not in a mean way-everyone else was swimming and it was really hot out. He was standing there by himself looking miserably hot and lonely, so I pushed him in. Thought it would help him loosen up and have fun, instead he got pissed and went home. So when I first saw him, I thought he had tried to get me in trouble, then I saw his face. I can't exactly place the emotion there, something between fear and nothing, with a little pain thrown in-not the look of someone vengefully accusing another. No, something bad was going on here.

"Ah, welcome Isabella Marlin, Jonathan this is your partner." Ok now I was completely confused.

"Partner?"

"Earlier this year the governor signed into act the Naked in School program. All state run schools must instate the program at the start of this school year. Students in the program will be required to attend classes and all school related functions in the nude for one week. You and Jonathan are this year's first participants. As partners we expect you to help support each other." My head was swimming ... Me naked in school ... I had never even been kissed let alone seen a naked guy ... or been naked in front of one... "now when I had planed this I thought it would be best if Jonathan went first; however, from looking at your faces I'm gonna let Isabelle start off ... Miss Marlin..."

I thought it was impossible to be more scared than I was ... until I looked at Jonathan ... he looked petrified. The nothingness I had seen in his face a few minutes ago was replaced by pure terror. I was shaking ever so slightly as I stood up. Uncertainly I pulled my tank top off.

Jonathan

My mind was still trying to wrap around how fucked I was when Isabelle started undressing. As she moved to pull her shirt over her head I looked at her for real for the first time. She was pretty. She had an angel's face, deep dark brown eyes, and long brown hair pulled up into a high pony tail. She was tall and tan, long, dark legs stretching on forever under her white skirt. If I were the type of person to let myself think about girls, I would likely have a crush on her. And in case you're wondering, no, I've never seen a naked girl. In fact since I have no experience with people in general, I had no experiences with girls. I held my breath as she took off her shirt. I couldn't help but stare at her breasts. They were maybe the size of an orange and incased in a lacy pink bra. Her stomach was flat and muscular, accentuated by a small belly ring. God, Junior there was waking up in a hurry. I never thought I would see a naked girl before, ever. That just wasn't something I would ever be capable of doing, unless pictures in playboy magazines count. Then she reached behind her back and undid the bra clasp, letting her breasts spill out as the lace bra slid off her shoulders. The pale lobes, each topped with a rose colored nipple contrasted beautifully with her tanned body.

She stared at the floor blushing bright pink as she pushed her skirt down. Under it was a pair of pink lace panties that matched the bra she had removed earlier. She pushed them down to her ankles and flipped them off her feet. Her pussy was completely bare, not even a trace of hair ... my god I had never been so hard in my entire life.

"OK Jonathan, your turn." Mrs Peterson said, bringing me back to the real world.

"I can't ... I really can't ... please no..." I began, but I could see from the look she gave me that I was not getting out of this. I could feel the blood drain from my face as I stood up. I was still hard but that was the least of my worries. I removed my shirt first. Nothing to hide there. I cold feel Isabelle's eyes boring into my chest, but I knew that her admiration of my body was going to be short lived. I undid my belt, slowly, delaying the inevitable for as long as possible. I turned away from Isabelle before slowly inching my jeans down. As they slid past my knees I waited for the gasp, the scream, the laughter. Nothing, a very long nothing. And then I heard "Damn ... nice ass." WHAT?!? I did NOT see that one coming.

Isabelle

Well damn ... OK, he's still an asshole, and I still don't like him, but damn. When he took his shirt off oh my god was his chest yummy ... I think he has an eight pack I'm not even kidding. Watching the shift of his muscles under his skin as he pulled his shirt over his head ... yum. And then he turned away from me and started pulling his pants down to reveal a pair of tight black briefs ... I fully admit ... I'm an ass girl ... I love a nice tight ass on a guy ... and his was divine. I think my eyes were stuck there for a good 30 seconds, then I let my eyes roam down over his thighs, tight with muscle and shaking ever so slightly. And then I saw it. And so many things clicked into place. His right leg ended at the knee and a metal prosthetic ran from his knee to the ground where it was topped with an ordinary looking sneaker. That was why he seemed to hate me, that was what he was afraid of everyone seeing ... So I let him know what was on my mind "damn ... nice ass" I couldn't believe I just said that.

He turned around to face me, his entire face turning a delightful shade of red. I couldn't help but stare at him as he tugged his briefs down and his ... penis ... bounced out ... I have no basis for comparison, it was the first I had ever seen, but it looked big to me, and it was throbbing hard ... I guess he was happy to see me...

The bell for first period ringing and Principal Peterson telling us we had better get going brought me back down to earth. Jonathan's face paled, I guess he was dreading leaving the office. I was too, but I think he was a little worse off. But before either of us could go anywhere Mrs. Howe knocked on the door and asked Peterson if she could talk to us alone. Great, just what I need: another guidance councilor on my case. Peterson left and Howe sat down in her place.

"Now, I know you two probably think I'm here to talk to you about the program. Or perhaps Isabelle thinks I'm here to talk about her course load; however, I'm not going to talk to you about either of these issues. Jonathan, it's your course load that has me concerned. You are taking the easiest classes possible, yet all of our records indicate that you could be one of the top students. Since you and Isabelle are program partners this week, we would like you to take some of her classes. Since it will only be for the first week, if it doesn't work you can go back to your planned schedule. Plus, you'll have the benefit of sharing more class with your partner and having smaller classes full of more mature students."

"Well..." Jonathan said, unsurely. "what classes would you suggest I pick up?"

"That depends Mr. Leeds, what subjects interest you?" Jonathan looked confused for a moment, as though he had no idea what he wanted. "tell you what I'll let Isabelle tell you about her schedule and then you can decide."

I began listing my schedule. "First period is AP English, second period AP physics; third I have the physics lab on Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday, and lunch Tuesday and Thursday, fourth is AP Chem. and fifth is the chem. Lab on Wednesday and Thursday, and a study the rest of the week. Sixth period is AP Calc and seventh is AP political Science. Eighth period is art."

Jonathan looked at me as if I had three heads "How do you do that ... do you have a life??? Jesus ... look Mrs. Howe, that just isn't me."

"Jonathan, we're not asking you to pick up all of her classes, just a few."

"Ok fine, I'll give English and political science. a go, heck I'll try calc too but that's it."

"Wonderful Jonathan, OK you two should go to English now."

Talk about shock. I was surprised Jonathan had a brain ... I run in the "smart click" and he surely wasn't in it. I guess that's by his choosing, not lack of talent. Well this was going to be interesting. At least we were spared groping from the first walk through the halls. When we entered the classroom I wasn't thrilled at how things were going, but it wasn't horrible. I would say about half the boys in the class stared at me. I was blushing from head to toe and shaking a little. I just wanted to sit down as soon as possible. The other half of the boys and all of the girls were staring at Jonathan. The boys and half the girls were fixated on his leg, the other half of the girls eyeing his body. He looked so uncomfortable. Not embarrassed but afraid. He wasn't thinking about being naked in a sexual way ... Just about the fact that they could see his leg. Luckily the AP track attracts some pretty good kids ... no one was pointing or saying anything out loud. I handed the note to the teacher and headed for a seat in the back of the room. "Do either of you want relief?" the teacher asked. Jonathan and I both shook our heads no and sat down.

Jonathan

WHAT JUST HAPPENED???? I've spent my whole life hiding ... lay low ... keep distance between everyone. I've made sure there's nothing special about me ... no defining characteristics. Everyone at this school would describe me as average in every way. Except now I'm parading around naked ... and taking AP classes. Don't even ask me why I agreed to that one ... JESUS CHRIST ... AP classes ... I know I'm smart but that's supposed to be my secret ... this is gonna be a long week. Walking into that English classroom was horrible. All those eyes on me ... I waited for the talking and harassing to start and was surprised when it didn't. I guess AP kids behave better. At any rate I was glad to sit down. The class started discussing Shakespeare ... I must admit this was more interesting then what I usually studied in my regular English classes ... I actually did like literature ... but talking this type of class just wasn't an option before. I looked over at Isabelle and was surprised. She was taking notes and seemed to be paying attention, but she looked completely and totally bored. I had pegged her as the type of student who loved to learn but she looked as if she'd rather be somewhere else.

"Your not actually interested in English lit?" I said as we were packing up to leave the room.

"No I'm not." She said rather guiltily. "I don't hate English all together ... In fact I love writing, especially poetry ... But I hate English literature."

"We have a poetry class, and some creative writing classes ... why aren't you in one of those instead?" I suggested.

"Because they are not AP classes." The conversation ended right there because we walked out of the classroom. I was OK for about the first 10 seconds. Then everything hit me all at once. Gasps and whispers filled the hall, followed by laughter. This was exactly what I had been afraid of. I could feel my face paling. My head was swimming. Everyone knew and my life was over.