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 A NOTE TO THE READER: By now you're used to a fast paced story that gets
right to the ENM/CFNM situations, but this chapter doesn't have any at all.
This is just a piece of conversation to further the plot (as though this
story has a real plot).  If you love the women in the story, specifically
Miss Hartick and Miss Devasquez, then you probably want to know what
happens here.  If you're just dying to get to the next enforced nudity
scene, then skip ahead to part 8.

   Miss Hartick walked into Miss Devasquez's room, still a bit unsteady
after that last dry off interview.  "Miss Devasquez?  I'd like to speak to
you, if you have some time."

   "Certainly."

   "Alone, please."

   That was directed at Mindy, Miss Devasquez's teaching aid.  Mindy said,
"Sure, I can take a break." Young Mindy looked at Miss Devasquez, and Miss
Devasquez gave her a nod.  Mindy had to take a deep breath.  She only took
a few steps toward the door before she stopped right in front of the Vice
Principal.  "Miss Hartick, before I go, I've been wanting to talk to you."

   "Can it wait?"

   It couldn't.  Mindy knew she might lose her nerve.  "It's about Shelly's
reporting."

   "What about it?"

   "I'd like to volunteer to escort her to the locker room sometime.  It
would really mean a lot to me to help her.  It's kind of inspiring to have
a girl reporter who can really do her job.  I couldn't have done that at
her age."

   Miss Hartick was surprised to hear this.  It only confused her that much
more.  The truth was that Mindy, like Miss Devasquez, couldn't care less
about a girl sports reporter.  She just couldn't get her mind of the young
studs that had been forced to strip naked right there in that very
classroom.  She had discussed it with Miss Devasquez, and the teacher had
told her what to say.  Of course Miss Hartick believed Mindy.  It didn't
even occur to her that the young teacher's assistant might have an ulterior
motive.  "I'll consider it, Mindy."

   Mindy left, and Miss Devasquez wondered what was going on.  She had
expected Miss Hartick to jump at the chance to recruit another proud woman
into her crusade.  Miss Hartick seemed a bit different though.  It was the
first time that Miss Devasquez had ever seen the Vice Principal looking
less than confident.  "How can I help you, Miss Hartick?"

   "Well, it's about Shelly.  I was just down in the boys' locker room with
her again."

   Lucky you.  Miss Devasquez didn't say that, but she thought it.  "What
happened?  Were the boys too much to handle?" That didn't seem likely.

   "No.  No, it wasn't that.  In fact Tommy was very cooperative.  He was
nervous, but he did his best.  Shelly was the problem."

   Miss Devasquez had expected something like this sooner or later.  She
had prepared for it.  She had a long list of prepared excuses and
rationlizations.  "Did she do something wrong?"

   "She touched one of the boys.  The boy she was interviewing.  I don't
mean the way she usually does.  It wasn't playful like that.  He was in the
shower when we got there.  She waited for him to finish, then when he came
out, she offered to help him dry off."

   Miss Devasquez couldn't stop a little grin.  How marvelous.  "Did he let
her?"

   "Oh yes.  Like I said, he was entirely cooperative.  She interviewed him
while she toweled him off all over.  He got erect, of course, like they
always do."

   "Of course." Miss Devasquez was sorry she missed that.  She hadn't seen
Tommy naked yet.

   "Shelly dried him off even there, and I didn't think anything about it.
But then she dropped the towel and touched his penis without it.  She put
her hand right on him and, well, she ran it up the flagpole, so to speak."

   Miss Devasquez couldn't help it.  She started laughing.  Shelly was such
a little vixen!  She just loved taking what she wanted from those boys, and
what she wanted was nakedness, embarrassment, hard ons and some handy fun.
It looked like she had pushed Miss Hartick too far though.

   "It's not funny, Miss Devasquez.  I've always supported Shelly, but this
was different.  I think that maybe I've made a mistake.  That's why I came
to talk to you.  You said once that you know we're doing the right thing. I
want to believe that, but how can I if Shelly is going to take advantage of
the boys like that?  What if that's all she's been doing this whole time? I
think that I might have to replace her or at least bar her from any more
locker room interviews."

   Miss Devasquez's blood ran cold.  She couldn't let this happen.  If Miss
Hartick shut down this silly experiment, then Miss Devasquez would never be
able to force another boy to strip naked again!  How could she live with
herself if she were to miss out on all the involuntary stiffies?  Shelly
might have screwed it all up with this stunt.  It was at times like this
that Miss Devasquez hated Shelly as much as the boys did.  Miss Devasquez
envied Shelly so much, and now that impetuous little pervert might have
ruined all their fun.  Miss Devasquez told Miss Hartick, "You can't replace
Shelly.  Do you really think that you'll find another girl in the school
who could do her job?  I doubt that any other girl would even be
interested." This was an out and out lie.  Any girl in school would be
happy to become a sports writer if it let them into the watch the baseball
team take off their uniforms.

   Miss Hartick believed Miss Devasquez though.  "You're probably right.  I
really can't just replace Shelly, can I?"

   "Besides that, no other girl could do the job as well.  Shelly loves
sports." That much was true.  It was why Shelly was so good at her "job".
"Anyway, even if you could find another girl sports reporter to take her
place, you'd never find one who could be both that confident and that well
behaved.  She hasn't done anything wrong yet, has she?  She's only asserted
herself."

   Miss Hartick was desperate to believe this.  "That's all true.  I just
don't know if I can accept that kind of blatant sexuality from her."

   Now Miss Devasquez had her.  She was about to lie like she had never
lied before, but her future as a peeping tom depended on it.  She delivered
her outrageous rationalizations so perfectly that Miss Hartick believed
them all.  "See, you've made one very big mistake, Miss Hartick."

   "What's that?  I really want to know what I can do differently to avoid
a thing like this in the future."

   "You can't avoid it.  You shouldn't.  In fact, you shouldn't be the
least bit concerned.  Think about it.  You look at the boys as much as
Shelly does when they're naked.  So do I.  You've said it yourself.  We're
only human."

   "Yes, but you and I wouldn't do that."

   Miss Devasquez would if she thought she could get away with it, and she
was paving the way right then.  "Is it really so bad that Shelly should act
like a girl?  Or that you and I should act like women?  You keep telling
the boys that Shelly isn't a girl.  She's a reporter.  That's nonsense."

   "But she has to be professional."

   "Does being professional mean that she should give up being female?"

   Miss Hartick's head shot up at that marvelous realization.  "No!  No, it
shouldn't."

   "Shelly can't help it that she loves the boys' bodies.  I can't even
help that, so how can we expect her to?  Do you really think that she
decided to write about sports just to get a look at some naked boys? 
That's ridiculous.  That's completely unfair to her."

   "It is.  I owe her an apology."

   "You owe her more than that.  Miss Hartick, I haven't said so yet, but
your behavior has been terrible.  Saying that Shelly can't be a reporter
and be a girl at the same time isn't fair to her.  It isn't even fair to
the boys.  They know that Shelly is checking them out in there.  You even
encourage it by making them undress.  That's the real reason you do that,
isn't it?  So that the boys can get past all that?  It's important for them
to accept Shelly's urges if they have to.  She's a reporter first and
foremost, but doesn't mean that she can't enjoy the fringe benefits of her
job.  If you make it clear to her that she is allowed to enjoy it, then you
make it all so much easier for her.  If you make it clear to the boys that
they have to accept Shelly's interest in their bodies, then maybe they can
really accept her as an equal.  Because we both know that they've been
resisting that so far."

   "They have.  They even staged that stupid protest."

   "See?  What were they protesting?  They weren't protesting the
interviews.  They were protesting the fact that Shelly is a girl.  We both
know that in the real world that women are allowed in men's locker rooms,
and that's the way it should be.  Get these boys used to that.  Make them
learn to accept women as professionals and as equals at the same time that
they accept them as women.  There's only one way to do that.  You have to
encourage Shelly's desires.  That's a big part of what makes her a woman."

   Miss Hartick was confident again.  "You're right!  You're right!  How
could I have been so blind?  Shelly has to continue!  And I have to help
her.  I'm going to make sure she knows that if she wants to put her hands
on an erection that she can!  The boys will really learn to respect her if
they have to let her touch them like that, won't they?"

   "Absolutely!" Miss Devasquez was having a hard time keeping a straight
face.  "They'll resist it, but they'll have to learn to accept us as
authority and Shelly as a team mate.  Because that's what she is.  She's as
important to the team as any player.  I know the boys will pretend that it
bothers them much more than it does, but in time they'll see it's for the
best."

   "That's right, they will.  They can't be as bothered by it as they say
if they get all hard like that every time." Miss Hartick was her amazing
self again, supercharged with her cause.  "How do I handle that though? 
Exactly how far do I let Shelly go?  Oh, this going to be confusing."

   Miss Devasquez could see that Miss Hartick still wasn't one hundred
percent convinced.  Since there was another woman who supported her, the
locker room journalism would go on though.  "I think that we have to play
it by the seat of our pants.  We don't want to set any hard rules if we can
avoid it.  Because then if Shelly breaks those rules, we'd have to deal
with it."

   "Oh, and that would be bad."

   "You're right it would be.  If you take Shelly out of that locker room,
if you even let the boys keep their uniforms on, then they'll think that
they've beaten her."

   "We can't allow that.  Thank you, Miss Devasquez.  I'm sorry that I
doubted myself.  It won't happen again."

   "That's all right, Miss Hartick.  Do me a favor though, and let me
explain it to Shelly."

   "Oh, I think that would be best.  I've already had to apologize to her
once over this."

   "If it comes to it though, you'll have to explain it to the boys."

   Miss Hartick gave that famous scary look of hers.  "I look forward to
that."