Author: W Jason Scott
Title: Philmore Academy Naked in School Program - Chapter 3 -
Monday
Part: Chapter 3 of 11
Summary: Natalie Scott is selected to participate in the Naked in
School program at her new school, Philmore Academy
Keywords:  NIS, mf, ff, exhib, forced, humil, pett, strip, teen,
voy, ws

Dedicated to Karen Wagner who created this genre and encouraged
other authors use her theme.

Monday, The Program begins

As Natalie approaches the school building she sees a crowd around
the front entrance.  "They must be looking at the list," she says
to herself as she slows her pace toward the building.  Despite
her legs feeling like jelly, she quickly reaches the crowd
huddling around the front entrance.  She sees the listing of
names posted on the door, but cannot make out the names from a
distance.  She works her way through the crowd until the names
come into view.  As she takes each step closer, the name under
the `Juniors' list becomes clearer.  With one more step the name
comes clearly into view; NATALIE SCOTT.

Her eyes start to water as she stares at the sheet of names.  She
stares, trying to comprehend how or why her name is on the list,
trying to let it sink in that she has just been selected for the
program.

"Miss Scott, good morning," the familiar voice of Dean Larson
echoes in her head.  "Miss Scott?" he repeats.  Natalie does not
move or acknowledge the voice, she just stands, frozen.

The Dean puts his hand on her shoulder, "Natalie, please come
with me.  We have some business to take care of in my office."

The Dean's touch snaps her out of her trance.  She looks to him
and with a zombie-like nod she turns and follows him into his
office.  As they walk inside heading towards the office, she
pauses and turns to the Dean.  "But Dean Larson, you said I
wouldn't be selected this early in the program."

"Well Miss Scott, some things are just beyond my control.  Let's
just say we were given incentives that influenced our selection
process."

"What?  Incentives? What are you talking about?"

"Well, I'm probably not supposed to tell you this, but when your
parents signed the contract to enroll you at Philmore Academy,
they offered a significant sum of money to ensure you were
enrolled in the program during the first week."  The Dean said
matter-of-factly.

As Natalie steps into the Dean's office she pulls out her phone
and texts her mother.  "How could you do this to me?"

Within seconds she receives a reply, "Have a great day dear, we
will discuss this tonight when you get home.  Be strong."

Natalie stares at the response, still not believing her mother's
response.  Natalie's inner voice screams, "They actually sold me
into the program."  She started to feel rage build inside her
gut, her eyes turning red with anger.

Her inner voice continues, "Fine, if naked is what they want,
then naked is what they will get.  If they want to spend a bunch
of money to get me into the program, then they can also spend a
bunch of money for my psychiatrist.  I'm sure I'll need one by
the end of today."  Without thinking Natalie pulls her blouse
over her head and throws it in the box with her name on it.  She
unbuttons her shorts and yanks them down; fury still running
through her veins.  She pulls her shorts over her shoes and
tosses them in the box.  She pauses for a second, realizing that
her next move will expose her body.  She looks up and sees the
Dean standing by his desk, she also notices for the first time
that school nurse is standing in the corner.

She looks down at her body, wearing a lacey bra and matching
panties.  She realizes she is standing in the Dean's office, with
two adults watching her disrobe.  She takes a deep breath,
reaches behind her back and unfastens her bra.  She pulls her
shoulders forward, letting the bra fall off her round, firm
breasts.  She pulls the bra off her arms and tosses it in her
bin.  "Happy now?" she says as she looks at the Dean.

"Miss Scott, you are more than welcome to wait for the other
participants to arrive if you wish.  However, I see no reason why
you shouldn't finish what you have started."

Before she could decide what to do next, the door opens behind
her.  Two teen boys walk in; they are laughing at all the cat
calls they were getting from their friends in the hall.  As they
walk into the office they pull their shirts over their head
exposing their chiseled chest and six-pack abs.

Natalie quickly covers her bare chest with one arm and her
panty-covered crotch with the other.

"Miss Scott, I am sure you read the pamphlet over the weekend. 
Do I need to remind you that you are not allowed to cover or hide
any part of your body with another part of your body," Dean
Larson explains.

She slowly drops her arms, allowing the boys to see her breasts.
She tries to think if any boy before now has ever seen her tits.
She sits down in the seat as the thought of being exposed crashed
down on her.  Tears start to well up in her eyes.

"Please come in Mr. Jackson and Mr. Wilson.  It appears you are
looking forward to the week."

Natalie recognized the faces and the names from the school
website. They both had profiles in the sports page. Damian
Jackson is a sophomore and the school's star basketball player. 
She has seen him a couple times on the basketball court; he
always had his shirt off.  She thinks to herself, "With abs like
that I'd never wear a shirt either."

Jack Wilson is a fellow Junior.  He is in a few of her classes
but Natalie mainly remembers him from biology class as they have
been paired up for lab.  He is on the tennis team and like his
buddy he rarely has his shirt on when she sees him on the court.


"Why is this so easy for them?" her inner voice asks as she
remains sitting in the chair with her breasts exposed.  She can't
bring herself to remove her panties with them looking at her. 
Natalie looks towards the door as it opens again.  A teen girl
and boy steps into the office, their arms locked together.  The
girl appears nervous as the boy leads her into the office.  They
inch their way over to the corner as the girl starts to weep. 
The boy tries to console her, as he gives a nod to everyone in
the room.

The Dean greets them with his customary Mr. and Miss greeting. 
Natalie recognizes their names from the list as the two seniors.
She thinks she's a cheerleader and he's the senior class
president.  Both are very popular, and both very attractive.  "No
doubt they were picked for their good looks and being popular,"
Natalie inner voice comments.

"Excuse me while I go out and round up the rest of the program
participants."  Dean Larson speaks up as he heads towards the
door.  "You are more than welcome to disrobe, or you can wait
until all the participants arrive.  Once everyone is here, you
will have five minutes to get undressed."

Natalie looks to the two boys as they finish removing their
clothes.  They are both sporting semi-erections; neither
appearing to be bashful of their naked bodies or their erection.
"It must be a jock thing," Natalie thinks.  "They probably shower
together all the time so they are used to seeing each other
naked. I just don't get why boys find stripping in public so
easy."

Natalie's attention is drawn to the two seniors in the corner. 
She can hear them whispering to each other.  She hears the girl,
"But Brad, I can't do this.  They picked me just because I'm a
cheerleader.  It's not fair."

Brad holds her hands trying to comfort her.  He responds, "Jamie,
listen to me, we will get through this together.  We are in
almost all the same classes, I'll have your back, no one is going
to do anything you don't want them to do.  When the Dean comes
back, we'll get undressed together.  We will make it through
this, I promise."

The door opens again; a girl walks in and plops herself down in a
chair.  She crosses her legs, folds her arms across her chest and
then starts to pouts.  She doesn't even acknowledge anyone in the
room; not even the two naked boys standing against the wall or
the topless girl sitting in the other chair.

Natalie recognizes her from the assembly.  She was the girl who
yelled out during Dean Larson's announcement on Friday.  She
thinks she plays field hockey and may also be on the student
council.  She thought of saying something to her, but the door
opens.  A young boy walks in with a look of bewilderment on his
face.  Dean Larson follows him in, his arm stretched behind him.
Natalie then sees that he has a girl by the wrist, nearly
dragging her into his office.

"No, you can't make me do this.  I have rights.  Let go of me you
perv."  The girl tries to resist, but the much larger Dean pulls
her easily into the room.  He closes the door behind them.

"Well actually Miss Schrader, I CAN make you do this.  If you
wish, I can pull your student contract with your parent's
signature which gives us their blessing to select you for this
program," the Dean says with a stern voice.  "Okay, now that
everyone is here, you have five minutes to remove all your
clothing and put it in your respective bins.  If you have read
the pamphlet that was handed out on Friday you will recall that
the bins will be locked during the day and will not be opened
until after the last bell of the day.  You will find them
unlocked in the assembly hall where you will be expected to dress
while on stage.  The clock starts...now."

The two seniors look at each other and nod.  They both reach down
and pull their shirts over their heads.  They place the shirts in
their respective bins.  Before they proceed, the pouting girl
rises from her chair and walks over to the two.  "Do you mind if
I join you two.  I really don't want to do this, but it will
probably be a little easier if I at least undress with another
girl."

"Sure Becky, but we are a step ahead of you," Brad replies,
pointing at his bare chest.

"Well, here goes nothing."  With a big sigh she crosses her arms
and reaches for the bottom of her blouse.  She pulls it up and
over her head, letting the shirt fall on to the floor.  "Okay,
before I pass out, what's next?"

Brad reaches for the button on his shorts, unfastening it and
pulling down on the zipper.  The girls follow his lead and do the
same.  Brad counts to three and they all pull their shorts down
at the same time.  The girls are wearing flip-flops; they toss
them off so they can step out of their shorts.  Brad just tugs
his shorts over his sneakers.

"Sorry ladies, but I decided not to wear my bra today, so you are
on your own for this next step."  This gets a quick laugh from
the teen girls, a moment of levity at a time heavy with tension.
The girls look at each other; they reach back and unhook their
bras.  They let their bras fall off their chests and toss them
into their boxes.  Trying to conceal their fear and
embarrassment, they both throw their arms in the air and yell,
"TA-DA!"

The two naked teen boys applaud, one saying, "Don't you mean
TA-TAs."  Becky's face turns crimson red as she notices the two
were watching the three-person strip show.  She also looks down
and notices their growing erections.

"You have nothing to be ashamed of," Brad gets the two girls
attention.  "Your breasts are very beautiful.  You should be
proud of them."

"Who said I wasn't proud of them," Jamie responds.  "I just don't
need every boy in the school," looking at the two teens as she
speaks, "ogling my boobs."

"Well, let's see if we can remedy that," Brad says with a
chuckle, indicating that their boobs will not be the only thing
being ogled.  He puts his thumbs inside the waistband of his
boxers.  "Are you ready?  We'll drop `em at the count of three. 
One, two, three, GO."

Brad yanks his boxers to the floor.  He looks over to the two
girls; their thumbs are in their waistband but they could not
bring themselves to pull down their panties.  "Oh come on, I
thought we were going to do this together?  Would you like to try
this again?"

With a nod from the girls, Brad pulls his underwear back up and
starts the countdown again.  This time the two follow Brad and
yank down them down in unison.  The two teens once again applaud
the show from across the room.  Their dicks now pointing straight
up as they stare at Jamie's completely shaved pussy.  Becky had
just a landing strip above the cleft of her pussy and what pubic
hair remained was trimmed extremely short.

The two girls wanted to cover their crotches, but when they
looked over to Dean Larson, he gave them a look of warning.  They
both take a deep breath and spread their arms out, acknowledging
the achievement of the first major hurdle of the week.  As the
three gather up all their clothes and place them in their bin,
they are met by the freshman boy.  He was fully naked, undressing
while the three were putting on the strip show.  He had a tiny
cock, but it was fully erection, obviously he was watching the
show as well.  He put his hand on his cock when he noticed the
girls looking.  Dean Larson clears his throat, prompting the boy
to remove his hands and put them back to his side.

Natalie watches as nearly everyone is now naked, realizing she
still has her panties on.  She sees Jack Wilson leaves his buddy
and walk towards her.  As he sits down he greets her with a
smile.  "You're Natalie right?  I think we've been paired up when
lab starts next week."  Natalie nods, giving him a quizzical
look.  She wonders why he is sitting next to her.  "I'm Jack; I
guess we are supposed to be partners seeing we are both juniors."

"What do you mean by partners?"  Natalie retorts.

"No, not that kind of partner," he quickly clarifies.  "Honestly,
I'm really not that much into girls, if you know what I mean. 
What I mean is we're supposed to be helping each other out, be
each other's support system.  But if you would rather go it
alone, I'll understand."

"No, no, I..."  His confession catching her by surprise, "You're
gay?  I would never have guessed."

"Well, I guess I would call it more bi-curious.  I certainly
wouldn't pass up the opportunity to look at a pretty naked girl,"
looking down at Natalie's semi-naked body, "but right now I am
more interested in guys."

"Thank you for offering to be my partner.  I'll take all the
support I can get."  Natalie pauses for a moment, "Can you do me
a favor?"

"Sure, what is it?"

"Could you just look the other way for a minute?  I don't think I
am ready to completely strip in front of a boy yet.  I know I
will have to tomorrow, but right now I just..."

"Don't say another word, like I said, I'm here for you."

As Jack turns his head, Natalie reaches down, placing her thumbs
inside her waistband.  She lifts her butt just off the chair and
peels her panties down her legs.  She pulls them off and tosses
them in her bin.  Natalie looks down to her crotch and frowns. 
She usually shaves her pussy, but has been lazy the past week. 
Her pubic hair is filling back in like a five o'clock shadow. 
Her inner voice admonishes, "If I knew my parents were going to
do this to me, I would have at least shaved this morning, damn
it."  The thought of her parent's involvement gets her worked up
again.  She whispers, mostly to herself, "My parents have a lot
of explaining to do tonight."

Jack overhears and turned around.  He quickly scans down
Natalie's body, his cock twitches at the site of her firm
athletic physique.  "You're parents?  What do they have to do
with this?  They aren't on the selection committee are they?"

"I thought you weren't into girls?" indicating she saw his dick
move.  "No, they are not on the selection committee.  They just
paid them a lot of money so that I would be picked for this."

"Bi-curious, remember.  They paid to put you in the program? 
Really, they can do that?"

"Apparently they can."

"You have just two minutes left."  Dean Larson looks over to the
freshman girl that was dragged in earlier.  "Miss Schrader, do I
have to remind you that if you are not undressed in two minutes,
Nurse Nancy here will help you finish the task?"

The girl stands in defiance, she contemplates her next move.  She
then raises her hand and points at Dean Larson, "Period!  The
rules say that if I am on my period then I don't have to do
this."

"Actually, the rules say that you will get a one-week exemption.
Are you claiming to be on your period?"  The girl looks at the
Dean, but before she could answer he continues, "Because state
law allows us to verify your claim.  Would you please go with the
nurse into the bathroom, if she confirms your situation then you
can be on your way and we will see you next week."

The girl does not move.  She just looks at the nurse.  "Confirms?
 Are you kidding me?"

"I assure you I am not Miss Schrader.  If this law was not in
place, then every girl would make that claim.  Would you please
go with the nurse into the bathroom."

The girl stammers, not knowing what to say.  She does not move.

"Miss Schrader, I will ask you again; are you on your period?"

"I, um, um. NO!  No, I'm not."

"Then you have just over a minute left to get undressed.  I would
suggest you get busy.  The nurse will use scissors if she has to
and we would rather not ruin a nice set of clothes."

"FINE!"   The girl storms over to her clothes box and starts
taking off her shirt.  She looks around the room, everyone is
looking at her.  "Does everyone really need to watch?"

"Miss Schrader, you decided to wait until the last minute. 
Everyone is waiting for you to finish so we can move on."

With a huff she continues.  She removes her sports bra exposing
her tiny, barely developed breasts.  Her nipples were pointing
like a pencil eraser from the sudden exposure.  She reaches down,
undoes the button on her skirt and pulls them down along with her
panties at the same time.  She steps out of her skirt easily, but
her panties gets caught up on the heel of her shoes.  She tugs at
them several times, then loses her balance and falls on her bare
ass.  The cool tile floor grabs her attention as she continues to
tug at her panties.  As she hears snickering from the other teens
she starts to cry from the embarrassment.

The nurse comes over to her as time runs out.  The nurse helps
remove her panties from the snag and puts them into the box.  She
closes the lid on the box and locks it.  The nurse then proceeds
to close and lock the rest of the bins as well.  She reaches out
her hand to the crying girl and helps her into a chair.  Her
crying subsides to a sob as Dean Larson steps into the middle of
the room.

"Okay, you all have completed probably the most difficult first
step.  I know this day will be difficult for most of you. Use
your support partner, as well as the others in this room to help
you through those challenges.  Let me remind you why you are
participating in this program.  For the past several years
national trends have drastically changed.  Public nudity and
expressing one's sexuality is more socially acceptable now then
it has ever been, even compared to the hippy sixties with `Free
Love'.  Federal laws have been passed to support this societal
shift, and some say this is the primary contributor to the
decline in sex crimes.  The federal government feels it is
important for high school teens to be prepared for the real
world, and that is being done through the Naked in School
Program."

The teens just look on, they have heard this all before.  The
message has been all over the news for a couple years now.  "I'm
going to give you a few minutes to collect yourself before
sending you off to your first class.  When you go out into the
halls, remember that all reasonable requests must be accepted and
performed.  You have been given a list of what is considered
reasonable.  I encourage you to embrace these requests, no matter
how embarrassing you may think they will be.  Allow your fellow
students to explore their sexuality, but more importantly, use
these opportunities to explore your own sexuality."

Jack and Natalie remained seated during Dean Larson's speech. 
Once he is done, they discuss their class schedule, trying to
determine which classes they have together or where they will
meet up for lunch.  Jack asks, "So, speaking of reasonable
requests, may I touch your breasts?"

Natalie just looks at him in disbelief.  "Are you serious?  We
are five minutes into this program and you are already making a
request."

 "Hey, just look at it as me trying to help you.  Wouldn't you
prefer your first request to come from your support partner?"

"Helping me?  Sounds like you are just trying to help yourself. 
Well, I guess I don't have a choice, you made a reasonable
request and I am obligated to accept."

Jack reached over and cups his hand under her breast.  He lifts
her breast, getting a feel for its weight.  He wasn't rough, but
squeezed her tit, feeling the soft globes.  He moved to the other
breast and does the same.  He brushes across her nipple, which
gets an immediate reaction.  Natalie pushes his hand away,
telling him, "Enough groping, that is all I can take for my first
request."

"Thank you, those are nice.  I like the feel of them."

"Thanks, I guess.  I have to admit, that was quite awkward. 
Twenty minutes ago I've never been completely naked in front of
boy and now one is feeling me up.  Talk about jumping right into
the deep end of the `exploring your sexuality' pool.  I can see
this is going to be a very long day."

"So, how about returning the favor?" looking down at his stiff
cock.

"Um, I don't think that's how it works.  I'm supposed to ask you
for a reasonable request, not the other way around.  I think you
will get plenty of reasonable requests in about two minutes."

"Oh, I was just kidding, I don't think that would be a good idea
right now anyway," indicating that he is close to climaxing.

Natalie gives him a funny look, "I thought you said you were into
guys?"

"Yes I am, but I'd be crazy to pass up the opportunity to touch a
pretty girl like you."

"First, EW and second, thanks - again.  Let's go talk to the
others before we get sent out to the wolves."

As the two walk over to the other side of the room, the three
other boys and two older girls were in a circle trying to predict
who will be the first to ask them for a reasonable request.  The
freshman girl is still sitting in the chair sobbing.  Jack and
Natalie join the circle and everyone introduces themselves.

"Um, may I ask a personal question?"  Natalie speaks up.  After a
nod from a couple of the teens she continues, "These three boys
here have a raging hard-on, but you," pointing down at Brad's
flaccid penis.  "Yours hasn't even twitched.  Not that I have
been looking."

Several teens chuckle at the question.  Brad answers, "No, I'm
pretty used to nudity.  You see, I've been a nudist my entire
life, my whole family are nudists.  We spend nearly every weekend
at a nudist beach just up the coast.  Bare skin doesn't affect me
much."

"Are you serious?" one of the girls exclaims.  "Well, that would
explain the no tan lines."

"Okay kids," Dean Larson interrupts the conversation.  "It is
time to head to class.  Your teachers have been notified and they
are expecting you to be a little tardy.  You will get a little
reprieve from reasonable requests this morning as all the
students will already be in class.  You can go to your lockers
and get your books and other material.  You are allowed to have a
back pack, but remember you cannot use it to cover any part of
your body."

He hands each of the teens a towel embroidered with the Philmore
Academy logo, "Use these on your chairs; the plastic has been
known to be cold.  But do not use them to cover yourself.  And
again, use the sterilization wipes that can be found throughout
the building whenever necessary.  Be safe and I once again
encourage you to make the most of this situation."

The teens grab their towels and head towards the door.  "Oh, and
one more thing; my door is always open if you have any questions
or problems.  If anyone gives you trouble or they're being
disrespectable, let me know and we will deal with them swiftly. 
We want everyone to be able to explore their sexuality but it
will be done safely and respectfully, no exceptions."

The teens pile out the door.  They let Natalie go first, because
she is `the new girl' they decided.  As she approaches the
doorway she peeks out and looks both ways, as if expecting a
passing vehicle.  She steps out into the hallway and starts
sprinting down the hall towards her locker.  When she attempts to
cover her tits to keep them from bouncing, she hears Dean Larson
call out her name.  She realizes her infraction and quickly
dropped her hands to her side.  "Is he always going to be
watching me?" her inner voice asks.  She then wonders why she is
running and slows to a walk.  As she approaches a classroom door
she jogs past them hoping no one will see her.  She still doesn't
want the other students seeing her naked even though it is just a
matter of time before she will have to walk into the classroom
for all her classmates to see.

Natalie stops at her locker and opens the door.  As she pulls out
the materials she needs for the morning she feels a brief feeling
of relief.  Though she is not covering herself, she feels covered
with her breasts and pussy face away from the open air.  It was
the first time she felt `un-naked' since stripping in the Dean's
office.

Natalie pulls the stuffed backpack from the locker and closes the
door.  She briefly checks her phone to see if she received any
other texts from her mother.  She finds no messages but a bit of
anger resurfaces as she recalls that it is because of them that
she is standing alone and naked in the halls of her new school. 
Knowing the inevitable is shortly ahead, she heads towards her
English class.  Within seconds, she is at the door to her class,
the last thought crossing her mind as she is about to enter, "Why
didn't I shave this morning.  Damn it."

She puts her shoulder on the door and her hand on the doorknob. 
She steadies herself and takes a deep breath.  She can feel her
face getting red from the potential humiliation she is about to
face.  She pauses, still trying to summons the courage.

"Come on in Natalie," she hears Mrs. Perry's voice, her English
teacher, on the other side of the door.  Mrs. Perry is one of the
younger teachers in the Academy.  She's not a model of physical
fitness, but one would be hard pressed to find a lot of fat on
her body; one of those "naturally thin" women.  Her best feature
is clearly her tits, they are large and perky.  They hardly move
even as she bounds about the classroom.

With another deep breath Natalie turns the doorknob and pushes it
open.  She steps in the room; she feels her knees wobble and her
chest flush red to match her face.  As she takes another step in,
the entire class gives her a welcoming round of applause. 
Natalie raises her head at the unexpected reception.

She stands at the entrance frozen in fear.  She drops her head as
she hears various cat-calls.  Some were whistling and she even
heard a girl yell out, "You go girl, work it."  Natalie tried to
accept the attention as their way of giving her support, but just
couldn't get over the fear and embarrassment of being naked in
front a large class of her peers.

"Please Natalie, come over here, stand and face the class."  Mrs.
Perry instructs. Natalie can see two vacant seats in the middle
of the front row.  She assumes those are the designated Program
Participant desks she read about in the pamphlet.

"Why don't we get this over with so that we can move on with
today's lesson?"  She points to a spot in the front of the room.
"Please stand here, put your hands behind your head, push out
your chest and spread your legs shoulder width apart."

"What?  You want me to do what?"  Natalie was dumbfounded by the
command.  She was barely prepared to walk into a classroom
completely naked, but even less so to have to completely expose
herself immediately upon entering the class.

"Yes Natalie, please stand and assume the standard program pose.
Remember this position; whenever a teacher asks you to assume the
position, this is what they are expecting," Mrs. Perry explains.
"As you know, we are encouraged to use you as props during our
lessons.  I will give you a break today and just have you pose
for the class.  You can then take your seat after that."

Natalie puts her backpack down next to her desk and throws her
towel on her chair.  She steps over next to Mrs. Perry and turns
and faces the class.  She clasps her hand behind her neck and
hesitantly spreads her feet apart.  She couldn't look at the
students in front of her; she can only look down, focusing on a
speck of dirt on the floor.  Again, her only thought is how
scraggily her pubic hair looks.  She mentally kicks herself for
not picking up the razor this morning.

"Mrs. Perry, can you ask her to turn around," a male voice asks
from the back of the classroom.  Natalie couldn't bring herself
to look up to see who made the request.

"Sure, I think that is a great idea.  We might as well as get the
full view.  Natalie, please turn and face the board.  Keep your
hands on the back of your head and keep your legs spread." 
Natalie does as ordered, tears well up in her eyes at the
ultimate humiliation of having to expose herself.

After what felt like hours, but was actually less than a minute,
Mrs. Perry steps over to Natalie and puts her hand on her
shoulder.  She whispers so that only Natalie can hear her,
"You're doing fine, you are being very brave.  You can take your
seat in a minute.  I have to warn you though; this will be mild
compared to what I have planned for you during the next class." 
Mrs. Perry pauses for a second as she pats Natalie's behind, "A
bit of good news though; Dean Larson has encouraged the faculty
to also participate in the program, so I may join you at some
level during the next class."

"And what should I expect in the next class?"  Natalie asks,
hoping to get an indication of what she will be ordered to do.

"You will just have to wait until Wednesday."  Mrs. Perry steps
back and instructs Natalie to take her seat.  The class echoes
with boos as Natalie fixes her towel and sits down.  She puts her
face in her hands trying to gather her thoughts and to shake the
feeling of ultimate humiliation.  She feels the girl sitting
behind her lean over her shoulder, "You did great, you have
nothing to be ashamed of; you're very sexy."  Natalie finds a bit
of comfort in the girl's encouragement, but it is quickly dashed
when she continues, "I can't wait to give you a reasonable
request."  A chill goes up her spine, quickly realizing that it
won't be just boys making requests.  It never dawned on her that
girls can make requests as well.

"Okay now that we have gotten that out of the way; let's settle
down and get back to today's lesson.  You will have your
opportunity to make reasonable requests of Natalie between
classes.  Just remember; be polite, be respectful and be
supportive.  This could be you next week."

Natalie was in a fog the rest of the class.  She could not
concentrate on dissecting sentences.  All that ran through her
head was what she had gone through over the past hour;
discovering her parents bribing the selection committee to put
her in the program, having to strip in the dean's office, being
fondled by Jack, entering a room of her peers bare naked and then
having to pose for them.  Her emotions ran the full gamut; fear,
humiliation, embarrassment.  Anger at her parents continues to
rear its head more than the others; after all it is because of
them that she is sitting in a classroom naked.

The bell rings, indicating the class has ended.

Natalie realizes that to get to her next class she must go out
into the hall.  She wonders how many will be waiting for her to
give her a reasonable request.  The fact that she only has to
accept one request is of little consequence.  She takes her time
packing up her books, hoping to delay the inevitable.

"Natalie," Mrs. Perry says.  Natalie jumps, startled to find Mrs.
Perry standing directly in front of her.  "Let's not delay.  You
wouldn't want to be late for your next class and I am sure it
will take a little longer than usual to get there today."

Natalie could sense a tone of pure sadism coming from Mrs.
Perry's voice.  "She's throwing me to the wolves," Natalie thinks
to herself as she gets out of her chair and grabs her backpack
and towel.  She heads towards the door, panic setting in as she
contemplates all the potential requests she may face.

******

 Natalie takes a step into the hall, fear nearly causing her
bladder to release its contents.  She takes a couple steps down
the hall heading towards her next class.  She is somewhat
surprised that she hasn't been approached yet.  All she sees is
the typical flurry of teens, themselves focused on getting to
their next class on time.  She sees Dean Larson roaming the
halls; she can only assume he is monitoring the program
participants to ensure they are not covering themselves or
denying reasonable requests or spending too much time in the
bathrooms.  The urge to pee gets stronger as the fear of someone
stopping her builds; she cringes as she anticipates some
pimply-face freshman wanting to touch her pussy.  Natalie sees
the bathroom and sprints for the door, hoping that if she can
make it to the door she may avoid a reasonable requests.

She pushes the door open when she hears that all too familiar
voice, "Miss Scott that is the wrong restroom.  If you have to go
to the bathroom, please use the boy's restroom.  Do not be more
than five minutes or I will send someone in after you."

Natalie sighs, as she recalls the bathroom and locker rules from
the pamphlet.  She steps back and enters the next door with the
symbol of a man painted on it.  She enters the room and a boy is
zipping up his fly as he backs out of a urinal.  He stops in his
tracks as he sees Natalie standing in front of him.  "Whoa,
you've got to love this program," he states.  "Are you going to
be long?  I'd like to make a reasonable request if you haven't
been asked already."

Natalie resigns herself to the fact that this moment was
inevitable.  "I just need to pee, really bad.  Can you give me a
minute?"  She steps into the stall and starts to close the door
behind her.

The boy reaches out and stops the door from closing.  "Um, why
don't you keep the door open?  This could be interesting."

"What?  Really, you want to watch me pee?"  Natalie replies.

"I think that would fall under a reasonable request.  I'm not
even going to touch you.  I just want to watch."

"Fine, but you might want to get your head examined."

Natalie sits down on the toilet.  She looks up at the teen
staring down at her.  He waves his hands, indicating that he
wants her to spread her legs so he could get a better view.  She
sits for a minute, the urge to pee is there, but is overridden by
the embarrassment of being watched.  She closes her eyes, hoping
that if she doesn't see him she can pretend he doesn't exist. 
After a few seconds, a stream finally releases from between her
legs.  She could sense him getting closer, getting a better look.
 After the stream subsides to a few drops, she instinctively
reaches for the toilet paper.

"You're going to watch me wipe myself too, aren't you?"

"Yup."

She reached between her legs and dabs the dampness from between
her legs.  She drops the paper into the toilet and stands up. 
She turns to flush then grabs her backpack and towel.  "Was that
as good for you as it was for me?" Natalie questions him with a
tone of anger in her voice.

"I am sure I enjoyed that more than you did."  Natalie tries to
push her way past him, "Hey, I just wanted to say thank you, you
were a good sport about it.  I know this must be difficult for
you, but you seem to be rolling with the punches."

"I don't know how it appears, but I am not handling this very
well."  Natalie replies as she walks over to the sink to wash her
hands.

"My name is Matthew.  I was just in English class with you."  He
reaches out and offers to shake her hand.  "I can only guess that
your only solace in all this is that you are still getting to
know all of us; being the new girl in town and all."

"I've never thought of it that way, but being naked in front of
other teens is still being naked in front of other teens, no
matter whether I know you or not."

"You're probably right."  Natalie steps past him heading for the
exit.  "Hey, before you go, let me offer my assistance.  Natalie
looks at his with suspicion.  "If anyone gives you any trouble,
you come see me.  I know people in low places...and they know how
to make a body disappear," Matthew says with a grin on his face.

"Thank you, I will keep that in mind.  We better get out of here;
I'm surprised Dean Larson hasn't come in to yank me out of here
by now."

******

Natalie turns and heads out the door.  She looks down the nearly
empty hall and breathes a sigh of relief.  She hopes the nearly
vacant hall will mean she will be able to get to class without a
bunch of teens staring at her.

"Miss Scott, you better hurry up, you have less than one minute
to get to your next class."  Dean Larson's distant voice echoes
through the hall.

"My god, he is everywhere.  I can't get away from this guy.  Is
he following me?" the thoughts ring in her head as she reached
the door to her Geometry class.  She pauses briefly to regain her
composure, knowing that the humiliation is going to begin all
over again.  As she steps into the room, she notices Jack already
sitting in one of the designated program participant's desk at
the front of the classroom.  Without waiting for instructions
from the teacher she bolts to the other desk and quickly sits
down.  She is shocked by the coldness of the seat as she forgot
to put the towel down first.  She quickly jumps up and lays the
towel under her ass and sits back down.

"Do they intentionally chill these chairs for our benefit?" 
Natalie asks Jack, relieved to see her support partner again.

"Yeah, it would seem that way wouldn't it.  How did the first
period go?" Jack replies.

"Awful, I had to pose for the entire class.  Let's just say my
secret lady parts are not very secret anymore," she says with a
slight giggle.  "Then some guy caught me in the bathroom and I
had to let him watch me pee.  That was really embarrassing.  How
did it go for you?"

"About the same, but without the pissing part," he chuckles.  "I
got stopped in the hall and a girl asked to touch my dick.  I
obviously had to let her, but within seconds I had to warn her
that she was about to get a creamy surprise."

"EW!  I think that falls under the category of TMI," Natalie
intercedes.

"Well, you asked.  Besides, I bet by the end of the week, you
will be doing a little bit of your own stroking with similar
results; without the creamy surprise of course."

Natalie's jaw drops "I don't think so.  I'm a good girl, and good
girls don't do that."

"We'll see about that.  When you are in the program, even good
girls are EXPECTED to do that."

"Oh god, can this get any worse?"

Just then Mr. Thomas entered the room. "Natalie, please uncross
you legs, you know that is a violation of the program rules." 
Natalie didn't realize she had her legs crossed; it was just a
force of habit.  She puts both feet on the floor, but keeps them
together.  She wasn't going to put on a show until she absolutely
had to.

Mr. Thomas walks up to the two naked teens.  "We have a lot on
the agenda today that we need to get through.  I'm going to give
you both a break since this is your first day.  I'm sure you have
been put through hell already."  He watches as they both nod in
agreement.  "I am supposed to use you as props in my lessons, I
may have you go up to the board to answer a question or two, but
that will be it.  Do you think you can handle that?"

Both Natalie and Jack nod in acknowledgement that they could
handle being naked in front of the class again, especially if all
they had to do was solve a problem or two.

"Wednesday may be a different story, but let's not worry about
that right now," Mr. Thomas finishes, putting a bit of concern
back in Natalie's mind.

The class went pretty much as planned.  The class went through
several geometry problems focusing on isosceles triangles.  Jack
was sent up with a relatively simple problem, to solve for the
area of a triangle.  Natalie thought that was unfair, she knew
the answer before Jack even reached the board.  As expected Jack
was able to solve the problem fairly quickly, having to stand in
front of the class for less than a minute.

The same could not be said for Natalie.  The problem she was
asked to solve was much more difficult.  She had multiple
variables in her problem, whereas Jack only had one.  At the
start, Natalie was fairly comfortable standing at the board. 
With her back to the class, she realized that all they could see
was her bare ass.  Though she could feel what felt like a
thousand eyes staring at her butt, the humiliation was tolerable.
 However, the comfort quickly subsided.  When Natalie made her
first error, Mr. Thomas made her face the class and assume the
standard program pose.  Mr. Thomas asked another student to
complete the problem while Natalie stood naked in front of the
class.

She was allowed to sit after her classmate completed the problem,
but Mr. Thomas gave Natalie a second chance to redeem herself by
trying to solve another problem.  Unfortunately, Natalie made
another error and she was forced to stand in position again until
a classmate completed the problem correctly.

"Just answer a question or two, huh?  Thanks," she says to Mr.
Thomas as she walks in shame back to her desk.  His only response
was to give her a big smile.

Mr. Thomas completed the rest of the class without asking either
of them to go to the board.  The entire class worked on several
more problems before the end of class.  With a few minutes left
before the bell, Mr. Thomas instructed the class to sit quietly
until the bell rings and to keep the noise to a dull roar.

"I just have study hall next," Natalie whispers to Jack, "I hope
I don't have to stand in front of the room the entire time.  I
really have to get my homework done.  I don't think I will be up
for doing any homework tonight." Natalie pauses briefly as she
thinks about what the evening is going to be like once she gets
home, "Especially after I get home and wring my parents' necks."

"Yeah, I'm heading to band next.  I can't wait for all the bad
jokes that are going to result from playing the flute."

"You play the flute - that's funny.  Sometime the jokes just
write themselves," Natalie responds with a chuckle.

"Yeah I know, I didn't think this far ahead when I picked which
instrument I wanted to play.  I'll see you at the cafeteria in
about an hour?"

"Sure thing; good luck."

"You too."

******

As the two leave the classroom, Jack turns right, while Natalie
turns left into the hallway.  She only has to walk a couple doors
down to the study hall room, but the hallway was packed full of
teens, all scrambling in several directions.  She gets no more
than two steps and she hears her name being called out.

"NATALIE!"  She turns around and sees Sarah from English class
running towards her.  Sarah is a tiny girl with shortly cropped
reddish-blonde hair.  She's much shorter than Natalie, and a
little `thicker' around the midsection.  Her upper body is well
proportioned, and is nicely complemented with a pert, round
bubble butt.  Natalie's heart catches in her throat as she
remembers what Sarah said to her in English class about making a
reasonable request.

"I finally found you, I've been looking for you since first
period got out," Sarah says as she jumps to a stop in front of
Natalie.

"Hi Sarah, I'm not sure why you couldn't find me, I kind of stand
out in the crowd," Natalie retorts looking down at her naked
body.  "Were you looking for me so that you could escort me to my
next class, or did you have something else in mind?"

"Oh, I most definitely have something else in mind."  Sarah grabs
Natalie by the hand and pulls her out of the traffic of rushing
students and into a small storage area.

"Great," Natalie could feel butterflies in her stomach,
anticipating what Sarah could possible want for a reasonable
request.  "So, what would be your reasonable request?"

"I know I am only allowed one reasonable request per visit, but I
will warn you that this request will come in stages.  First, I
would like you to assume the position."  Natalie reluctantly
places her hands behind her head, throws out her chest and
spreads her legs.

"With your permission, may I touch your breasts?"  Sarah asks.

"I guess I have no choice; that is considered a reasonable
request.  Y..Yes, you may touch my breasts."  Natalie cringes as
another girl starts to rub her tits.  Sarah brushes her nipples
as she explores Natalie's firm tits.  Sarah's delicate touch
causes an involuntary reaction from her nipples.  The nipples
stiffen as Sarah continues to brush over them several times.

"Um, I believe stimulation is a discretionary request.  You have
not asked, nor have I given you permission."  Natalie hopes her
objection would stop Sarah's ministrations; and the effects that
it was having on her body.

"Fair enough," Sarah replies as she moves her fingers down her
belly, over her navel and heading towards her pubic mound.  "With
your permission, may I touch your pussy?"

Natalie takes a deep breath, she does not like where this is
going, but has no recourse.  She answers dejectedly, "Yes, you
may touch me down there."

"Down there!  That's cute.  You can't say the word pussy?"  Sarah
runs her hands over Natalie's mound, playing with her pubic hair.
 "I want you to say 'pussy'.  Tell me I have your permission to
touch your pussy."

Natalie takes a deep breath.  She surely has said the word
`pussy' before; but in this context it just seemed more sexual
than she could handle.  "Yes Sarah, you may touch my," she
pauses, "p..pussy."

Sarah runs her fingers between Natalie's legs, gently spreading
her pussy  lips.  Natalie is caught off guard as she could feel
herself moistening between her legs.  Sarah goes to her knees so
that she could get a close look at the pink flesh as it is being
exposed.  Sarah inhales deeply through her nose, taking in the
musky scent. Natalie reaches for the wall, bracing herself as her
knees start to wobble.  She is getting light-headed as Sarah
continues to rub her labia, being careful to avoid touching her
stiffening clit.

Natalie pushes Sarah's hands from her crotch.  "Okay, there must
be a time limit on reasonable requests.  Can we just assume I
have fulfilled your request?"

"But we were just getting started.  I was going to ask if I could
suck on your nipples, then I was going to ask if I could lick you
`down there'."

"Um, those would be considered discretionary requests and I have
the right to refuse those requests.  Consider them denied."

"At this time," Sarah replies.

"What?"

"Consider them denied...at this time."  Sarah repeats the entire
statement.  "Something tells me before the end of the week you
will grant my requests."

"Well, don't hold your breath, I don't swing that way.  I don't
swing anyway for that matter."  Natalie responds with shock at
what Sarah was eluding to.

"A virgin, eh; I should have known.  Let me tell you what I
think; I think it's a pretty safe bet that by the end of the week
you will be screwing anyone and everyone that will stay still
long enough.  Talk to your buddy Jack about last year's pilot
program.  One of the participants said the same thing to me, but
by the end of the week she allowed me to go down on her and give
her an orgasm," Sarah let the words sink in, "while in Biology
class."

Natalie gasps as she pushes Sarah aside.  She rushes down the
hall and jumps into the study hall room before anyone else tries
to stop her.  She runs to the back of the room and drops down in
the seat in the corner.  With so many thoughts going through her
head, she is overloaded with emotions and throws her head in her
arms and lies down on the top of her desk.

******

The study hall monitor stands up from her desk at the front of
the room.  She was about to tell Natalie that she has a
designated seat up front, but could see the distress in her face.
 She sits back down and allows Natalie her short period of
isolation.

After a minute to regain her composure, Natalie stands back up to
lay down the towel.  The cold plastic seat was a sort of blessing
as it helped cool her inflamed pussy.  Before laying down the
towel she noticed a small wet spot on the seat where she was
sitting.  Natalie sits back down with tears forming in her eyes.
She pulls out her homework, trying to focus on her reading
assignment.

As hard as she tries, she could not shake Sarah's comments from
echoing in her head.  Her inner voice comments, "I'm no prude,
but I'm no lesbian either.  So what if I'm a virgin.  I'm not
opposed to masturbating, but I don't need some chick helping me.
And I certainly don't plan on doing it in front of an entire
science class."

Natalie is quickly snapped out of her thoughts by the ringing of
the class bell.  "Where did the hour go?  I hardly got any of my
homework done, damn it."  Her inner voice was livid.  "The first
chance I get to have some privacy and the hour seems like it
lasted only three minutes."

Natalie puts her books into her backpack, gets up from her chair
and grabs her towel.  The wet spot was no longer there, most
likely absorbed by the towel.  However, she knows the rule about
hygiene as she makes her way to the front of the classroom and
grabs a wet-nap from the dispenser.  As she turns back to her
seat she notices three teen boys still sitting at their desks.

"Are you enjoying the show?" Natalie asks.

"You bet," was all they replied.

Natalie finishes wiping down the seat, grabs her stuff and heads
towards the exit.  As she walks into the hallway she scans around
hoping Sarah is nowhere in sight.

"Natalie!"

Hearing her name made her nearly jump out of her shoes.  She
quickly calms down once she realized it was a male voice and not
a female calling out her name.  Relief envelopes her as she
realized it was Jack calling to her.

"Jack, I am so glad to see you.  We need to talk."

"Sure, let's head to the cafeteria, I'm starving."

"How could you be hungry?  My stomach is in knots."

Jack smiles at her and looks down at his dick.  "I've kind of
worked up an appetite."

"I may have mentioned this before, but EW!  We really need to
work on establishing some boundaries on what you tell me." 
Natalie pauses and with a smile on her face, "Was it as good for
him, as it was for you?"

"I would say yes, but that would probably fall under TMI."

"Yes it would."

******

As Natalie and Jack head for the cafeteria, they avoid making eye
contact with anyone, hoping to keep away from having to accept a
reasonable request.  Unfortunately they are stopped just shy of
the cafeteria entrance, two teens ask them to pose for them. 
Though having to pose was humiliating, the teens asking the
reasonable request seemed more embarrassed for asking.  Jack
tries to hurry them along, allowing a freshman girl to touch his
limp dick while Natalie let a freshmen boy touch her boobs.  It
was as much a non-event as it could be compared to everything
else they endured so far today.

After being released by the two young teens, they head into the
cafeteria.  They both breathe a sigh of relief as they know once
they are in a classroom, or in this case the cafeteria, they are
safe from reasonable requests; program rules can occasionally be
in their favor.

Jack peels off for the lunch line as Natalie looks for an empty
table, her churning stomach just won't let her eat today. 
Natalie sees a table in the corner; it isn't empty, but two other
program participants are sitting having lunch by themselves.  She
recognized them as Brad and Jamie from this morning's strip show.
  Natalie walks over to the table, "Do you mind if Jack and I
join you?"

Brad stands up, like a gentleman always does, "By all means, it
would be great to hear how your day is going."

"Oh god, I really was hoping this would be my chance to escape
from this hell."

"It's been going that well has it?" Jamie looks up to Natalie
with a smile.

"The highlight of my day was being molested by a lesbian.  Let's
just leave it at that."

"Sarah Marshall?  She got a hold of you too did she?" Jamie
chuckles.

Natalie looks at Jamie with shock in her face, "You too?"  Jamie
just nods, but didn't say any more.

As Jamie and Brad settle back into their lunch and make small
talk, Jack approaches the table with nearly unidentifiable food
slopped on his tray.  He grabs a banana and hands it to Natalie.
Here, you need to have something on your stomach.  Natalie looks
at him and then looks at the banana.  She looks back at him with
look of pure disgust, "Really, a banana?"

"Oh God!" Jack quickly realized the Freudian slip he just made. 
"I am so sorry, I really wasn't thinking.  All I thought was how
good bananas are for you; full of potassium.  Let me go get you
an apple or something."  Jack couldn't be more apologetic.

"No, never mind.  I'd rather have the banana.  TO EAT," she
raises her voice as she looks over to Brad smirking back at her.
"I am sure everyone in the cafeteria is going to enjoy watching
me eat this."

After a few minutes of peace while everyone ate, Jamie looks
across the cafeteria, "Heads up guys; here comes Dean Larson."

"Good morning," Dean Larson says as he approaches the table full
of naked teens.  "Miss Scott, your legs are crossed again.  Even
though you are mostly blocked by the table, you are still not
allowed not conceal yourself."

Natalie uncrosses her legs, but keeps her legs pressed together
like a vice.

"So, how is your day going so far?" Dean Larson quizzes.  "I am
sure it hasn't been easy but from what I see you have fared far
better than Miss Schrader."

Jamie whips her head, looking up at Dean Larson, "What happened
to Katie?"

"Well, I am not supposed to reveal information on individual
students, but I see this more of a program issue.  You probably
need to know so that you can support her tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?  Why tomorrow?" Natalie asks.

Dean Larson continues, "Well, it looks like the selection
committee's `intel' was a little off.  We had information that
she was one of the more popular kids in the freshman class. 
Apparently she was the most disliked student in the class.  That
little temper tantrum thing she pulled this morning apparently is
a common occurrence with her.  Well, the boys in her class took
the opportunity to put her in her place.  She had to perform two
or three reasonable requests between every class.  Some of the
requests were not very endearing."

Brad interrupted, "But the program rules state that we only have
to accept one reasonable request between classes."

Dean Larson responds, "Correct, if that rule wasn't in place than
you would never make it to class.  As you know, the program is
not to interfere with your education, only enhance it."

"So, why was she accepting more than one request?" Jack asks.

"It appears Miss Schrader did not read the pamphlet thoroughly. 
Had she read it cover to cover, she would not have overlooked
that very important rule."

"So what happened?  Where is she now?"

"Miss Schrader reached her breaking point.  When I found her,
three boys in her class had her on all fours barking like a dog.
Though not very respectful, it was a reasonable request.  They
wanted to put a leash and collar on her and parade her around,
but she just collapsed, curled up in the fetal position and
started sucking her thumb."

The teens did their best to hold back their laughter.  Natalie
asks, "But that in and of itself doesn't seem too bad. 
Humiliating - yes; but not curl-up-in-the-fetal-position
humiliating."

"Well, that was just the last straw, as they say.  Not only was
she requested to stand in every pose imaginable, her teachers
were also a little harsh on her as well."

"They probably had enough of her crap too."  Jamie intercedes.

"I believe you're right," Dean Larson continues.  "During second
period, Mr. Stevens ordered her to bend over a table and spread
her buttocks.  Her `you-know-what' was on display for about
twenty minutes.  Let's just say it took about ten minutes to calm
the class down after a certain sound reverberated from her back
side."

"Oh, god, she didn't!"  Natalie gasped at the thought of how
Katie would have felt farting, with her ass cheeks spread, in
front of the entire class.  "So, what lesson was Mr. Stevens
trying to teach with Katie in that position?"

"He teaches Anatomy."  Dean Larson answers.  "He decided today
would be the day they would discuss the digestive system."  The
teens couldn't hold it in anymore; they all started laughing
uncontrollably, even Natalie.

"I called her father to come pick her up.  I gave him a brief
recap of her day and suggested to him that perhaps her attitude
may have been a catalyst for the treatment.  I released her, sans
her clothes, to her father.  I am sure it was an interesting ride
home for that poor little girl."

"But Dean Larson, the rules say that you are supposed to return
all articles of clothing in the event of an early dismissal,"
Jamie clarifies.

"Yes, Miss Pappas, you are correct.  That was my error," he says
with a wry smile.  "I will apologize to her tomorrow and admit my
mistake."

"So, what would you like us to do for her tomorrow?" Jack asks.

"Just be there for her, support her anyway you can, anyway she
needs it."

"Do you think she will be back tomorrow?"

"Yes, her father assured us that she would be back, and with a
better attitude than she had today.  I promised that I would talk
to her instructors, as well as her classmates, and ensured him
that they would be more respectful to her tomorrow."

Before Dean Larson could continue, the bell rang indicating the
end of the lunch period.

"If you could give her your support during the morning disrobing
I would appreciate it.   It will probably be pretty traumatic for
her, not that it won't be for you either.  But as I said, you all
seem be doing well so far.  Keep it up; I am proud of all of
you."

Dean Larson nods and walks away, heading towards the hallway to
monitor the students heading towards their next class.

"Oh god, I just realized we have Biology next," Natalie looks to
Jack, indicating they have class together.  "After hearing what
Mr. Stevens did to Katie, I can only imagine what Mr. Jacobs has
in store for us."

"Don't worry; we will get through it together." Jack tried to
comfort her, also trying to comfort himself at the same time.  "I
still have to take care of my tray and stop at my locker to get
my books for the afternoon classes.  I will meet you in class."

Natalie stands at the exit of the cafeteria.  She peers down the
hall seeing everyone go about their business.  She tries to build
up the courage to step into the hallway, away from the solitude
and safety of the cafeteria.  She decides to make a run for it. 
She crouches down in a runner's stance and her inner voice starts
the count down, "Three, two, one, GO."

Natalie gets no more than two steps into to the hall.

 "NATALIE!"

"Damn it!"  Natalie stops as if a cop demanded her to freeze. 
She recognized the voice, and her knees immediately started to
shake.  "Oh come on Sarah, I don't want to be late for class. 
The bell is going to ring any minute."

Just up the hall, Jack closes his locker and noticed Natalie in
her predicament.  He started to walk towards her to offer some
assistance.  Natalie shakes her head indicates for him to get to
class.  She didn't want him to get stopped for a reasonable
request; but more, she didn't want him to see what Sarah may try
to do to her.

"I will make this brief then," Sarah says as she comes up behind
Natalie.  Sarah brushes Natalie's hair off her shoulders so that
her breasts were in full view.  With a bit of an evil tone in her
voice, Sarah asks, "Natalie, may I please suck on your nipples
for just five seconds?"

"As you know that is a discretionary request and I have the right
to refuse."

"So, are you refusing my request?" Sarah says as she walks
circles around Natalie; like a shark circling its prey.

"Y..Yes, I am refusing your request.  I do not need hard, wet
nipples as I head into Biology class."

"Hard nipples?  So you think you would enjoy me sucking on them?"

"I did not say that.  I am just pretty sure my body would respond
whether I want it to or not."

"Okay, so I have another request then.  Natalie, may I please
kiss each of your nipples just once?  I believe that falls under
a reasonable request."

"Since that technically is not stimulation, then I must accept."
Natalie replies hesitantly.

Sarah turns to face her.  She looks into Natalie's eyes,
attempting to look deep into her sole.  She looks down toward her
breasts and leans in.  Natalie could feel the air exhaling from
Sarah's mouth, blowing across her nipple.  The thought of the
pending kiss and the cool air causes her nipples to spring to
life.  Sarah places her warm lips on the stiffening nub and
gently sucks in.  Sarah pulls her head back and the nipple
extends from her breast with a "Smack!"

"Yum."  Natalie hears Sarah whisper as she takes a deep breath. 
Her brain is being overtaken by a fog as she tries to understand
why dampness is again forming between her legs.  Her inner voice
jumps into her head, "I'm not a lesbian, why is my body doing
this?"

Sarah moves to the other side of Natalie's chest.  She exhales
through her lips; the cool breeze flowing over Natalie's nipple.
Goosebumps form all over Natalie's body.  The bumps sticking up
from Natalie's areolas are dwarfed by her stiffening nipple. 
Sarah moves forward and places her lips on the summit of
Natalie's breast.  Sarah doesn't move; she just held her supple
lips against the softness of Natalie's breast.

Natalie stands there, taking it all in.  She feels wetness on her
nipple and could only guess that Sarah was trying to put her
tongue on her.  Natalie pushes Sarah away, "Okay, times up.  I
need to get to class."  She pushes Sarah aside and runs down the
hall, her heart beating at the rate of hummingbird.

*****

Biology class is in between Natalie and her locker.  She stops at
the door and peaks her head in.  "Mr. Jacobs, I'm running late. 
I need to stop at my locker and then I need my allotted five
minutes for a restroom break."

He notices Natalie all flush and smiles at her.  "Be quick, we
have a lot to cover today," he says with a chuckle.  "If you are
not back in six minutes I will send Dean Larson after you."

Natalie nods her acceptance of the time limit and its
consequences for being late.  Before she turns away she notices
Jack.  He was already in the classroom, standing in the standard
program pose.  Natalie's heart jumps to her throat, knowing that
if he is already assuming the position, then they are going to be
in for a long class.

Natalie turns and bolts for her locker.  A teen boy tried to stop
her to ask her for a reasonable request.  She puts up her hand
and politely tells the teen, "Sorry, I'm on the clock and I have
already been felt up by Sarah."  At her locker, Natalie quickly
pulls the books out of her backpack from her morning classes and
replaces them with the books for her afternoon classes.  She
pulls out her phone and sends a quick text to her mother, "What
time will you and Daddy be home?  We need to talk about this."

Natalie throws the phone in her backpack, grabs her towel and
heads to the bathroom.  She starts to push in the door and looks
up to see the symbol for women painted on the door.  She
contemplates for just a second but thought better of pushing her
luck.  She steps back and enters the men's room.  Fortunately the
bathroom was empty, so she quickly jumps into a stall and sits
down.  She buries her face in her hands trying to clear her head
from the encounter with Sarah.  Her inner voice rattles off
several questions, "How can this be happening?  Do they realize
what they are putting me through?  When they paid the bribe did
they realize there were lesbians running the halls preying on
virgins?"

Natalie snaps out of her thoughts when she hears a buzzing noise
coming from her backpack.  She reaches into the bag and pulls out
her phone.

"Tell us when you want us home and we will be there.  I love you
honey.  I hope you are doing your best to make it through the
day.  Be strong."

Natalie looks at the time on her phone and realizes that her five
minutes is nearly up.  She can't think straight, so she decides
she will have to respond to her mother later.  She finishes in
the bathroom and heads for the classroom.  When she turns in she
quickly notices Jack still standing in the standard program pose
as he was before.  However, this time was much different in that
he has a teen girl stroking his cock.

"Welcome Miss Scott."  Mr. Jacobs shoos the girl back to her
desk.  "Jack requested relief and I invoked my right to have
relief performed in front of the class.  I almost required you to
take relief here as well."

Natalie thought for a moment, "Wait...I didn't take my five
minutes for relief, I just needed to clear my head."

"I understand Ms. Scott."  Mr. Jacobs responds with a tone of
doubt in his voice.  "There is no need to be embarrassed about
masturbation.  I expect it to become a regular part of your day
by the end of the week."

"But I wasn't..."  Natalie decided to change the subject.  "So
how many times has Jack been relieved?"

"Just once, but he was on his second round when you showed up."
Mr. Jacobs replied. "Jack would you please dispose of the condom
and clean up before we get started with today's lesson."

Natalie mouths the words 'sorry' as Jack reached down and pulls
off the filled condom.  He shoots back a smile as if to say 'no
need to apologize, you should have taken longer'.  Natalie heads
over to the designated chair and throws her towel on the seat. 
Before she could sit down Mr. Jacobs clears his throat.

"Natalie, there is no need to sit down.  Could you please stand
in front of the class so we can get started."

"Please Mr. Jacobs; I really don't need relief."

"That is not why I need you at the front of the room, just please
stand and assume the position.  When Jack is done cleaning up he
will join you and then I will explain what we will be doing
today."  Jack finishes throwing the condom away and then grabs a
sterilizing wipe from the dispenser.  After wiping up, he walks
to Natalie's side and assumes the position.

"Good, today we are going to mix in a little anatomy with
biology.  In my hand is a set of flash cards.  In my other hand
are special wet erase markers.  They are specially designed to
write on skin and will wash off with soap and water...and little
elbow grease."

Natalie can see where this is going.  She fears that all the
cards are going to focus solely on her nether region.  She drops
her head in anticipation of more humiliation in front of her
classmates.

"One at a time, each student will come up and grab a marker and a
flash card."  Mr. Jacobs explains to the class.  "If the item is
strictly a female part, then you will go to Miss Scott and draw,
color in, or simple circle where the item is located on her body.
 If it's strictly a male part, then you will go to Mr. Wilson. 
If it can be either sex, then I will leave it at your discretion
which student you choose to identify the item."

"Yup, that is what I thought," Natalie's inner voice speaks up,
"Can't wait for the first guy to draw the vagina card."

Mr. Jacobs shuffles the cards and places them on the desk next to
Jack and Natalie.  He calls up the first student.  The boy walks
to the front of the room with a big smile on his face, thinking
of all the possibilities the flash cards could hold.  He reaches
down and pulls a card from the pile and reads it out loud,
"Cardiovascular System/Heart".  He grabs a red marker. "Seems
appropriate," he says and walks in front of the two posing teens.

"Back again are you?"  Jack asks as the teen starts to draw a
heart on his chest.

"You know it." he responds.  Natalie tries to understand the
conversation, and then remembers the earlier relief session. 
Silently she says "EW" at the thought of what she might have
missed.

The class laughs as the teen displays his artistic talent.  On
his left peck, the teen draws a simple heart like you see during
Valentine's Day.  After he finishes, he returns the marker and
the flash card.  Mr. Jacobs continues to call one student at a
time.  Natalie feels like she is dodging bullet after bullet when
the flash cards reveals non-sexual body parts, such as;
"Digestive System/Stomach" and slew of Muscular System cards
indicating major muscle groups.  The boys were taking every
opportunity to draw on Natalie, and the girls were drawing on
Jack.  Both were relieved that none of the cards selected so far
was of sex organs.

After nearly half the class had been called to pick a flash card,
Natalie's luck had finally run out.  A boy, a fellow football
player she thinks, draws a card.  He smiles, holds up the card
and announces what was written on the card, "Reproductive
System/Uterus".  Natalie could feel her face turning flush.  The
teen walks over to her with a blue marker and drops to his knees.
 He cups his hand and places it on her pussy, his palm between
her legs and the fingers weaving between her light pubic hairs. 
He explaining to her that he just wants to ensure she holds still
so that he can draw the image perfectly.  As he draws his
picture, Natalie could feel the teen grinding his palm into her
pussy, occasionally pushing against her clitoris. She can feel a
dampness forming between her legs just as he finishes his
drawing.

The next few cards continued to be of the Reproductive System;
fortunately all of them were male parts.  Natalie watches as Jack
stands with a smile as a girl touches his cock so she could draw
a circle around his testicles.  The smile on his face tells her
that he is enjoying this much more than she is.

The class was at the end and down to one last boy.  Natalie
recognized him as Matthew, the boy that asked to watch her pee
earlier in the day.  He walks up to the flash cards and draws a
card.  He pauses for a second and then tosses the card in the
air, "Jackpot!" he screams, and then reveals the card,
"Reproductive System/VULVA."

"Oh God No."  Natalie could not hold it in.  The dread of the
past hour had finally come to a head.  She drops her arms from
the back of her head.  Jack catches her as she nearly collapses
to the floor.

Matthew grabs the orange marker and walks over to Natalie.  He
looks at the teacher, not sure how to proceed.  "Mr. Jacobs, I
think this would be easier if she lies down on the desk."

"Good idea, Mr. Stewart.  Natalie, it certainly appears that
standing is going to be an issue for you.  Why don't you lie down
so Mr. Stewart here can properly identify the body part."

"Please Mr. Jacobs; don't make me do this.  Haven't we been
humiliated enough today?"

"Sorry Miss Scott, but I must insist.  Every student is being
graded today on this assignment; Mr. Stewart must take his turn
so I can give him a proper mark.  Would you like some assistance
lying down?"

"Can I at least turn away from the rest of the class?  Since he's
the only one being graded, I may survive this if only he sees me
spread open," Natalie asks dejectedly.

"Sure Miss Scott I guess that is acceptable."  She grabs the edge
of the desk and scoots her butt onto the edge.  She turns herself
away from the class and slightly spreads her legs.

Mr. Jacob walks around the desk and puts his hands on her
shoulders and slowly lowers her down.  Natalie starts to sob as
Matthew pulls the cap off the marker.  He moves between her legs,
forcing them even further apart.  Matthew starts coloring between
her legs, starting low on one side of her pussy, working his way
up to her pubic mound, and then down the other side. After he was
done, Mr. Jacobs takes a look and nods, "Well done Mr. Stewart;
that was very thorough."

The bell rings.

Natalie is frozen but realizes the hell called biology class is
finally over.  Mr. Jacob comes over to her and helps her sit up.
He looks into her eyes, waiting for some acknowledgement that she
hasn't been completely traumatized by today's lesson.  "Natalie,
are you okay?  Hey, class is over.  Can you make it to the next
class or would you like to see the nurse?"

"Wh..What, what, no I'll be fine.  Just point me to my next
class."

"Jack can you help her to her next class please.  If it will make
you late for your class, come see me and I'll write you a pass."
Mr. Jacobs turns back to Natalie.  "Natalie, you did great today.
 I was actually hoping that card would not come up.  I know it's
of little consolation right now, but I will give you a chance to
pay back Mr. Stewart on Wednesday."

Natalie heard Mr. Jacobs speak, but they were just words.  They
have been locked away in her memory until she can better
comprehend the meaning.  For now all she can think about is
getting through her last class and then finally being able to go
home.

Jack walks Natalie to her history class.  Fortunately the
classroom was just across the hall from biology.  A freshman
tried to stop them and ask a reasonable request, but Jack gave
him a look that made him quickly realize that he was better off
walking away.  As they walk into the room, Mrs. Gibbs could see
the pure exhaustion in Natalie's face.

"Jack, sit her down at the desk in the back corner.  Today is
just going to be a writing assignment for the class and we do not
need her to participate." The teacher instructs.

"Thank you Mrs. Gibbs," they both said in unison.

The last hour seemed to drag but Natalie at least felt she had
some isolation from the program.  For once, she did not feel like
her naked body was on display for everyone to ogle or to touch. 
Mrs. Gibbs kept watch during the entire period to ensure the
students were focused on their writing and not on the naked girl
in the corner.

The bell finally rang.

All Natalie could do was breath a sign of relief.

Natalie picks herself up out of the chair, grabs her backpack and
towel and heads to her locker.  As she dropped off her books she
felt her phone at the bottom of the bag.  "Damn it, I never
texted my mother back.  Too late now, I guess."

******

Natalie proceeds to the assembly hall so that she can finally get
dressed and go home.  As she works her way through the hall she
joins up with several of the other program participants; Brad,
Jamie, Becky, Jack and the freshman; she doesn't remember his
name from the morning introductions.  They chat as they walk
together to the assembly hall stage; each describing a particular
horrifying part of their day.

As they step onto the stage, they see the boxes.  Natalie looks
at them with contempt, as they represent the jail cell that holds
her dignity, her clothes, prisoner for the entire day.  Dean
Larson stands over the boxes, slowly unlocking one box at a time.
He unlocks the boys' boxes first and then proceeds to the girls'
boxes.  Finally he gets to Natalie's and she wastes no times
pulling out her clothes.  Natalie reaches down and grabs her
panties.  There is nothing more she wanted at this very second
except to cover her pussy, which was still colored bright orange
from biology class.  She grabs her bra next so that she can cover
her breasts.  As she locks the snap together she turns and for
the first time notices the crowd of onlookers in the assembly
hall bleachers.  She looks to Jack who is completely dressed
already, "Really?  They haven't seen enough of us today, they
really want to sit there and watch us get dressed too."

"Everyone has their own fetish I guess," Jack replies. 
"Something tells me the crowd will be much larger in the morning
though."

"I suppose your right.  Let's get out of here so that I can get
home.  I have a couple parents I need to kill."  They walk out
the designated exit door just off the stage.  Once out in the
school yard they just pause and take in the fresh air and warm
sunshine.  Natalie takes a deep breath; she is relieved simply by
the weight of their clothes clinging to their body.

"Oh great." Natalie exclaims.

"What?"

"Looks like my dad sent his driver to pick me up."

"You're father has a driver?"

"Yeah, it's a limo service his company pays for, but this guy
seems to be dedicated to my father twenty-four-seven.  He's only
sent a driver for me a couple times, and both times was because I
was pissed at him for something he did or said."

"He probably should have sent a whole fleet of cars then."

They both laugh, "You're correct on that one."  Natalie starts to
turn away to head towards the car.  She stops and turns around,
"Jack, thank you for all your support today, I don't think I
could have survived without you."  She leans up and gives him a
peck on the cheek.

"Thanks Natalie, I was glad you were there for me too.  But even
more glad when you were late for biology," he says with a
chuckle.

"Have you heard me say EW before?  Well I am about to say it
again.  EW!"  Natalie turns and jogs toward her ride home.  As
she steps into the back seat she waves to Jack.

He waves back, "Good Luck with your parents.  I wouldn't want to
be them right now."

After a short ride home, the driver pulls into the gated
driveway.  He turns off engine and gets out.  He opens the door
for Natalie, but she just sits there.  The ride home was just
long enough for her to think about all the things she wants to
say to her mother and father.  She tried to think of any sane
excuse they could give her to justify bribing the committee into
selecting her for the program.  She sits and stews for another
minute and then finally gets out of the car.  She walks up the
stairs, opens the door and walks into the house.

The house is quiet, too quiet.   She thinks to herself, "Perhaps
her parents aren't home yet, or maybe they are hiding from me. 
Hiding would be a good option for them right now," her inner
voice reasons.  She takes a couple steps into the house and
realizes a familiar scent wafting through the air.  "So, they
think brownies are going to make everything okay".

Natalie walks to the kitchen entrance; each step feeling like mud
collecting on her shoes.  Her legs feeling heavier and heavier as
she approached the door and the impending come-to-Jesus moment
that she is about to have with her parents.

"Hi honey, you made it home okay?"  Natalie's mother says as she
sees her walk into the kitchen.  Her father is sitting at the
table, sipping on a glass of wine.  Natalie's mom pulls out a
chair indicating for her to sit down.  After Natalie sits, her
mother takes a seat at the opposite end of the table.

"Would you like to get a few things off your chest," her father
pauses, realizing the bad choice of words. "Or would you like us
to go first?"

"Of all the corny clichés you had at your disposal that is the
one you decided to go with?" Natalie is seeing red, but can't put
words together to match the anger coursing through her veins. 
"Go ahead, let me hear it."

"First off, we both love you very much.  If we didn't think you
were a strong young woman and couldn't handle this, then we would
never have tried to get you into the program."  Natalie's father
started then her mother takes over.

"We actually thought you would be a great role model for the
program.  You would set the example for all the other students on
how to not only survive, but thrive from the program."

Natalie's father resumes, "Yes, we had some concerns.  We did a
lot of research and have heard some of the horror stories,
but..."

Natalie finally breaks her silence, "Horror stories!  The whole
day was a freaking nightmare.  You don't know the meaning of
horror until you've been stripped naked and forced to walk
amongst a bunch of horny teenagers like you were some science
experiment."

"I actually do know what it is like.  Well maybe not the forced
part, but I walk naked amongst my peers all the time." Dad
interjects.  "I'm sure you have heard how Corporate America is
changing into a very liberal work environment."

"Oh, and do you get molested by lesbians at work too?"

"You were molested by a lesbian?"

"Twice"

Dad did all he could to hold in his laughter, it was obvious by
his facial expression that he was struggling.

"It's not funny, Dad."  Natalie herself had to hold back from
laughing.  "I'll give you three guesses what color my crotch is
right now, and if you guess my skin color, you will be wrong."

"Oh my, what class would require you to paint your labia?" Mom
asks.

"It keeps getting better, I didn't.  Matthew Stewart did."

"Matt Stewart? Isn't he your school's star baseball player?"

"I don't know.  All I know is he has big grubby paws for hands."

Everyone pauses to catch their breath.  Mom gets up and cuts out
a piece of brownie and puts it in front of Natalie along with a
glass of milk.

Dad continues, "Okay, so Day One may not be your most memorable
day.  Did you at least get anything positive out of the day?"

The question threw Natalie, she nearly spits out the piece of
brownie she was chewing on.  "Positive?  No, there is nothing
positive about being forced to go naked all day."

"I didn't think you had such a big issue with nudity?  You walk
around the house all the time in just your underwear.  What's the
difference?"

"About two hundred teenagers, and underwear, that's the
difference."

"Yes, I guess you are right.  But there really is no easy way to
jump into the program.  You just have to rip off the band aid and
do it."  Dad tries to think of a comparable situation.  "Have I
told you about the time a bunch of us decided to go streaking
through our college campus?  That was a time well before this
sexual movement started taking hold.  Everyone was standing
around, no one daring to start.  I said `screw it' and just
stripped.  I started running and before I got to the street
corner everyone else was naked and running with me.  There were a
lot of body parts bouncing that evening."

"EW!  I really do not need any more images like that in my head."
 Natalie pauses as she thinks about her father's earlier
comments.  "You really go naked at work?  But you're the CEO."

"Yes.  Not always, but some of the time.  I have to show my
support to my workforce that this is an acceptable practice now."
he answers.  "Your mother does too at a few of the places she
does volunteer work.  It really isn't a fad anymore; it is just
the way of the world."

Natalie's mother continues, "We just want you to be comfortable
with your body, just as we are."

"But you never walk around here naked."

"Weren't you the one who just said `EW' after I told you my
streaking story?  But now that our secret is out, maybe you will
see `more' of us around the house."

"EW."  Everyone laughs.

"So, will we still have to sleep with one eye open tonight, or
are we okay now?"

"I will let you know after I get a shower.  I have a bunch of
marker I need to wash off from me."  Natalie stands up from the
table, before taking a step, "Orange, bright orange; just in case
you were wondering."

"Huh, interesting choice.  Not the color I would have gone with,"
Dad chuckles.

Natalie turns around, grabs a chunk of brownie crumbs and throws
it at him.  She turns, stomps out the kitchen and heads up the
stairs to the shower.

One day down, how will Tuesday turn out?  Read Chapter 4 to find
out.

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