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 Mai Naked in School 1: A Cure for Shyness By Don Gordon With special thanks
to Karen Wagner, the author of the first "Naked in School" stories

   Oh god.  Today has got to be the worst day of my whole life.  I swear
I've never been so embarrassed.  It was like a bad dream or something.  I
still can hardly believe it.  If I'm ever going to be able to tell you
this, to make sense of it all, I'd better go back, and start at the
beginning.

   I guess the first thing was last week when my mom got a call from one of
the teachers at school.  I think it was Mr.  Tanaka, my Japanese lit
teacher.  I knew it had to be him because I was supposed to do this
presentation for his class, but I didn't do it.  I had it all prepared and
everything, and I'd even practiced it in front of a mirror just liked he
said, but when I got up in front of the class, and saw them all sitting
there staring at me, I just froze.  I stood there, terrified, not moving,
completely freaked out by being up in front of all these people.  Mr. 
Tanaka finally took pity on me, and said I could sit back down, but it was
just the most embarrassing thing.  I don't know what was wrong with me.

   I'd done group presentations before, but in most of them, I'd just kind
of sit at the side, and let my project mates do the talking.  This time
though, Mr.  Tanaka wanted us to each do a presentation on our own.  I
wanted to - I swear I did, but just when I got up there, and saw everyone
staring at me, my mind just went blank.  I'm not really good with that kind
of thing.

   Mr.  Tanaka was pretty nice about it at first, but after that, he was
always watching me.  Apparently, he'd been asking my other teachers about
me.  They must have told him I don't talk much in any of my classes.  I
don't know why.  I'm just shy I guess, especially in front of large groups
of people.  That's how I've always been.

   "Who was that, Mom?" I asked her when she got off the phone.

   "Oh nobody."

   I could tell from the look on her face though that it was something
serious - something about me.  But, why did Mr.  Tanaka have to go, and
phone my parents for heaven's sake?  I mean it's not like it was a big deal
or anything.  I don't even think we were being marked on it.  I always get
good grades on the tests, so it wouldn't matter anyway, if I missed just
one presentation.

   When dad got home though, mom pulled him aside, and I could hear the two
of them talking about me in the next room.  When they finally came out, my
mom phoned the school back, and said they'd take me in early Monday morning
for an appointment with Dr.  Ueda, the school psychologist.  I swear I
really thought everyone was making such a big deal over nothing.  It was
just one silly little assignment for heaven's sake.

   Monday morning, my mom woke me up an hour earlier than usual.  He
doesn't usually but today Dad drove mom and me to school.  My little
brother, Hidenori, was still in bed when we left.  I thought the whole
thing was so unfair.  I wanted to get it over with though as soon as
possible, so things could get back to normal.  I honestly had no idea they
were going to do something so extreme.

   It was so early in the morning I swear I almost fell asleep in the car.
I was still pretty sleepy when we got there.  The nurse, Ms.  Yamada, came
down to meet us at the front door, and escorted us back to her office.  I
always felt nervous when my parents came to school.  I mean I'm a good
student.  I keep careful notes in class, do my homework and study hard. 
It's just my parents take everything so seriously.  I guess they just want
the best for me, but it's kind of a bit much when they come all the way to
school especially about something like this.

   The school psychologist, Dr.  Ueda, was waiting for us in the nurse's
office.  I'd seen him before around the school, but I'd never really talked
with him before.  He looked very serious and doctorly in his glasses, white
lab coat and stethoscope.  He is a big man with a bushy black beard, but
there is a streak of white in his hair.  People say he studied in Europe
for a while and in the United States, and he has this air about him of
someone who commands a lot of respect.

   "Dr.  Ueda, the Horiis are here," the nurse called into his office when
she saw us.

   He stood up, and bowed.

   "Hello, Mai."

   I just kind of kept my head down looking at the floor.  My mom shook my
arm to get me to say something.  I felt so nervous, but I bowed slightly in
his direction.  He motioned for us to sit down, so we did.  My mom turned
to me.

   "Mai, Dr.  Ueda just wants to ask you a few questions."

   I nodded, but kept my head down.  I could feel Dr.  Ueda's eyes running
up and down my body, probing and examining me like I was some kind of
laboratory specimen.  Nervously, I pulled down the hem of my skirt to cover
my bare legs.  The uniforms at our school have these really short skirts
that always make me feel nervous.  The other girls don't seem to mind, but
I don't like it when the teachers or boys stare at my legs.  I lifted my
bag up, and set it down on my lap to cover up.

   "Mai, don't be nervous.  I won't bite or anything," he said smiling. 
For some reason, that didn't make me feel any better.  Suddenly I imagined
him as a bull terrier, drooling and getting ready to spring.  I looked over
at my mom, begging her not to make me do this.

   "Um, Mrs.  Horii.  Is your daughter always like this?"

   My mom looked at me with this disappointed look, but dad said,

   "No, she'll talk to us...  and her younger brother sometimes, but as I
guess you've heard, she doesn't really talk much in class."

   "Doctor, what do you think it is?" my mom asked.  Dr.  Ueda rubbed his
beard thoughtfully.

   "Hmm.  I've seen cases like this before.  It seems to be some kind of
autonomic imbalance or perhaps extroversion deficit disorder, but don't
worry, Mrs.  Horii.  Clinical psychology has come a long way in recent
years, and I think I know exactly what young Mai needs to get her back on
track.  Ms.  Yamada!"

   The nurse appeared at the door.

   "Could you take young Mai into the examination room, and help her get
undressed?"

   Undressed?  Why do I have to get undressed?  I looked at my mom, but she
just patted my arm reassuringly.  The doctor went on,

   "I think we might have to try Wagnerian therapy.  It seems to be the
best approach in cases like this."

   Ms.  Yamada looked a bit shocked at first, but she finally nodded, and
led me away.  Once we were alone in the examination room, I started undoing
my scarf.  I asked her,

   "What's Wagnerian therapy?"

   She looked over at the door as if she was afraid of being overheard.

   "Oh, don't worry," she told me.  "It might feel a bit strange at first,
but it's not that bad really.  I even had to do it when I studied for a
year in the States.  It's apparently really popular there now, but it's
just been reaching Japan lately.  Anyway, the doctor will explain
everything in a minute."

   I was still a bit worried, but anyway, I started undoing the buttons on
my blouse.  I took it off, and set it on the bed next to my scarf.  I
looked down at my breasts somewhat embarrassed.  You could see my cleavage
between the white lace cups of my bra.  I had to put my hand over my chest
to cover up.  I got up on the bed, and just sat there.

   "Oh, you have to take off your skirt too," Nurse Yamada told me.

   I just kind of looked at her, surprised.  Why would I have to take off
my skirt?  What kind of examination was this anyway?

   "Oh don't worry.  I'll be right here," she smiled reassuringly.

   I hesitated for a moment, and then finally got down from the bed, and
undid the side zipper on my skirt.  I thought back to the physical I'd had
in first year, and I realized I must have taken off my skirt then too.  I
was so embarrassed.  Now it would be even worse because my hips were even
curvier than before.  I slipped out of my skirt, and looked down nervously
at my panties.  They were one of my favourite pairs, but I hadn't really
expected to show them to anybody.  They had this curly Q lace pattern. 
Looking closely, I wondered if you could see my pubic hair through the thin
parts of the pattern.

   In the next room, I could hear Dr.  Ueda explaining something to my
parents.  I heard my mom say,

   "We understand completely.  By all means, do whatever you can to help
her.  This has gone on long enough.  We're ready to try anything at this
point."

   What does she mean by that?  Nurse Yamada spoke bringing me out of my
thoughts.

   "Oh, and the bra too."

   I opened my eyes wide, and looked straight at her, not quite believing
what I had just heard.

   "Pardon," I whispered meekly.

   "The bra.  The bra too." She took the skirt from me, and gathered up my
blouse and scarf.  What's she doing now?  I was already feeling embarrassed
enough waiting there in just my underwear.  I just kind of stood there,
until she pointed towards my chest.  She continued to look at me
impatiently, so I reluctantly reached around, and undid my bra.  I covered
my breasts with my hands as I peeled the bra off, and handed it to her.  I
felt so cold, naked and vulnerable, sitting there in just my lace cotton
panties.

   "I'll be right back," she said as she walked off, taking all of my
clothes with her.  What is going on?  I guess I haven't had very many
examinations in my life, but this was the first time a nurse had ever
walked off with my clothes.  I was looking around for something to cover
myself with when the doctor appeared.  I cupped my breasts even tighter,
and turned away, but he walked over to get in front of me.  He was holding
up a tongue depressor.

   "Come on.  Don't be shy.  Say 'aah'."

   I opened my mouth, and tried to cover as much of my breasts as I could.
My heart was beating faster and faster.

   Next, he motioned for me to give him my wrist.  He obviously wanted to
take my pulse.  I moved my left arm up trying to cover both breasts, and
gave him my right.  My breasts had gotten much bigger lately too, so it was
hard to hide them behind my slender air.  I looked down, and you could see
most of them already.  My arm was just barely covering the nipples.  I took
a deep breath, and tried to calm down.

   "Your pulse is running a bit fast."

   Hearing this just made me even more nervous.  My face was getting hot,
and my heart was pounding away in my chest.  He let go of my wrist, and
suddenly, I felt the cold steel of the stethoscope on my bare back. 
Startled, I jumped up, and put both hands on the bed to brace myself. 
Shivering, I suddenly realized that he was looking straight at my naked
breasts.  I rushed to cover them, but he grabbed my arms, and held them
down.  I started to panic, but then Nurse Yamada appeared at the door.  Oh
thank goodness.  She'll help me.

   "Oh, Ms.  Yamada.  Good.  Could you come here, and take Mai's arms for
me?  I was just about to explain."

   Nurse Yamada came over, and grabbed hold of my arms, leaving my naked
breasts fully exposed in the bright light of the examining room.  I could
hear the halls outside filling up with my classmates.  What on earth are
they doing?  I have to get to class.

   They got me to stand up, Nurse Yamada still holding my arms.

   "Mai, have you ever heard of Karen Wagner?"

   I shook my head.  I couldn't even imagine what would make them do such a
thing to me.  I felt violated.  I just wanted them to hurry up and give me
my clothes back.

   "She's a famous American, a pioneer in this field really.  You see, she
found out that the best cure for the shyness that you suffer from is to
meet it head on."

   I turned my body away from Dr.  Ueda, and tried to hide my breasts as
best as I could.  Nurse Yamada had a very sympathetic look on her face, but
she did not let go of my wrists.  She looked into my eyes.

   "I told you it may seem strange at first, but don't worry I'm sure your
feelings will change once you get used to it."

   I really had no idea what they could be talking about.  Then, suddenly I
felt the doctor's fingers touch my panties at the waist.  I started to
struggle, but the doctor said,

   "Hold her tight now, Ms.  Yamada.  This will just take a second."

   I felt my panties begin to slide down my thighs past my knees all the
way to my ankles.  I was completely panicking.  The hair on the back of my
neck stood on end, as I realized Dr.  Ueda was looking down at my uncovered
pubic hair.

   "Mom!" I yelled, breaking into tears.  Mom soon came to the door.

   "Don't worry, honey.  The doctor knows what he is doing.  When this is
all over, I'm sure you'll thank him."

   My dad's head appeared too.  He seemed shocked to see me naked like
that. He hadn't seen me naked since I was just a little girl.  There seemed
to be tears in his eyes as he told me,

   "Be brave, honey.  They say it's for the best."

   Even more than Dr.  Ueda, I couldn't stand having my father see me like
this.  I shook back and forth crying more and more.  I kept struggling to
break free of the nurse's grip, but I could also feel this strange feeling
building up inside, a warm feeling spreading out from the depths of my
belly.  My senses were on fire.  I mean I was afraid and embarrassed and
everything, but this other feeling I'd never felt before.  I stopped
struggling, and somehow the doctor managed to lift up my feet, and pull my
panties right off.

   "There, that's better now, isn't it?"

   The nurse backed away, and all four of them looked at me expectantly.  I
fell back onto the bed relieved that Nurse Yamada had let go, but quickly
covered my pubic hair and breasts with my hands.

   "Where are my clothes?"

   The doctor turned to my parents.

   "Oh, just when I thought we'd made a breakthrough."

   I got up on the bed, and then dropped down over the other side trying to
hide.

   "Bring me my clothes."

   The doctor shook his head.

   "Well at least she's talking," Dad said hopefully.

   "I'm sorry, Mr.  Horii.  Sometimes it does take some time for Wagnerian
therapy to work its magic.  I'm afraid it looks like she's going to have to
spend the day like this."

   What?  What's that supposed to mean?  I looked at my dad, but he just
nodded sadly.

   "Well, she can't just go to her classes like that," the doctor began
gravely.  "I'll write her a note that she can show each teacher when she
walks in."

   A note?  What kind of note?  Dr.  Ueda went back to his office, while my
parents and the nurse tried to calm me down.  I was frantic though by then.

   "Everything's going to be alright, honey.  See, the doctor's writing you
a note explaining everything." My mom looked at me seriously.  I still
couldn't understand what they were planning.  The doctor came back in, and
handed me the note and my bag.

   "You can come back here, and pick up your clothes after school.  I have
to go now, but Nurse Yamada will be here.  After school, you can tell her
all about it.  I'll come in again tomorrow to see how you are coming
along."

   I peeked up over the side of the bed at the note.

   "Go ahead.  Read it."

   Cautiously I picked it up, and crouched back down behind the bed.  It
said,

   "From the office of Dr.  Manabu Ueda, chief psychologist for the Tokyo
district school board, On the recommendation of Ms.  Horii's teachers and
parents, it has been felt necessary to undertake Wagnerian therapy to help
Ms.  Horii deal with her excessive reticence.  I fully realize that having
Mai attend your class in the nude may lead to a certain disruption of the
regular flow, but Wagnerian therapy has proven quite effective when it was
tried out in the United States, and we are fully expecting similar success
here.  Your cooperation and sensitivity in helping Ms.  Horii deal with her
condition would be greatly appreciated.  Sincerely yours, Manabu Ueda"

   I looked up at them all as it gradually sunk in that they actually
expected me to walk around school naked.  I looked down once more at my
body.  No one, not even my parents, had seen me naked for years.  Whenever
I changed for gym class or swimming, I would always go into a toilet stall
or cover myself up with a large towel.  I always wore my swimsuit in the
showers at school...  and now they want me to walk naked through the
school. I can't.  There's just no way.

   Nurse Yamada started moving closer.

   "It's almost time for homeroom.  You'd better hurry.  You have a busy
day ahead of you." She came around behind the bed, and put her arms on my
shoulders.  I didn't resist as she took hold of me, and lifted me up.  I
covered my breasts again, and tried to stop crying.

   "There there now.  That's a good girl.  You don't want to disappoint
your parents, do you?"

   I looked at their faces, and they looked back sympathetically.  It
looked like I had no other choice.  But how could they expect me to walk
around school naked?  It would be torture.  I almost couldn't bare the
thought of it.  Reluctantly, I put my hand down to cover my pubic hair, and
slowly stepped out from behind the bed.  Nurse Yamada picked up the note
and my bag, and handed them to me.

   I turned my back to the doctor, and took my things from the nurse.  I
could feel the doctor's eyes on my bum.  I moved my bag around to cover it
up.  He took off his glasses, and started cleaning them with a cloth, but
he had this strange look in his eye.  There was even a bulge at the front
of his pants.  My face started getting hot again.  I quickly walked to the
door, as my mom put her arm around me.

   "See you later this afternoon," Nurse Yamada called out.  I walked out
into the hall my parents on either side.  There were some boys standing at
their lockers and further off a bunch of my classmates walking to class.  I
huddled up against my mother trying to hide.  I still couldn't believe I
was there in the hallway with no clothes on at all.

   "It's OK, honey.  You'll be OK now.  Everything is going to work out
fine."

   We walked past the boys as I tried desperately to hide my nakedness. 
They all turned toward me, and stared mouths wide.  I honestly couldn't
believe I was doing this.  I couldn't walk around nude all day.  I'd die.
I'd simply die.  The further we walked, the more people stopped to stare at
me.  Don't look at me like that.  Please.  They're making me do this, I
swear.  We finally got to my homeroom.

   "Here, you'd better show the teacher the note," my mom said stepping
away from me.  Petrified, I slowly opened the door.  As I walked in, all
conversation stopped and everyone looked straight at me.

   To be continued

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