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 Beth Naked in School

   by peregrinf

   Copyright(c) 2010 by peregrinf

   ------ Description: Part 3 of the Carl NIS series.  It is best to read
Carl NIS first, then Carl NIS - Beth's Story second, then this one.  Beth
helped Carl being naked in school, and now it is her turn.  What will he
do? She's not as shy, now, and isn't about to be bullied.  But what a pep
rally, and after the football game.
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voy teach sch

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   Chapter 12

   Sunday

   I know people go to church these days in tee shirts, jeans, everything
but tank tops and hot pants, but that is not the way it is in our family.
Daddy always wears a tie and either a conservative sports jacket or, more
usually, a suit.

   Today it was his best suit, with a very distinguished necktie.  Very
"Regis Philbin," if you know what I mean.

   My brother, of course, was fully aware of the Uniform of the Day, so he
was appropriately garbed as well in a very nice blazer and sharply creased
gray slacks, a nice tie in a regimental stripe.  Very "Joe College."

   Mom always wears a nice dress, a little jewelry, and just a touch of
makeup (but no perfume - the church is a "no-scents" zone out of respect
for the choir's bronchial passages).  Today it was a conservative gray
dress, stockings, a little hat, and her usual low heels.  Oh, and a strand
of pearls.

   As requested, Carl arrived at our door in his best suit - a little small
for him, since he'd grown a tad, but he looked very handsome. 
Distinguished even, though the collar of his shirt was a weensy bit tight.

   I stood on my tip-toes to straighten his tie.  Why is it guys can never
get their ties straight?

   He was so handsome!

   And there I was in my altogether!  Talk about "under-dressed!" I was
wearing my little gold cross, eye glasses, and low heeled pumps to protect
my feet, my toes protesting every step, of course.  I clutched a purse with
my reading and some notes in it, and a dollar for the collection plate.

   My shoes told me, though, that I really have got to quit being a slave
to fashion at the cost of my health!  After a week of nakedness I'd
developed a real appreciation of not wearing clothes, I tell you!  Really,
you should try it!  You feel, well, so free!

   We all piled into the car, daddy driving, mom as co-pilot.  I was
sandwiched in the middle of the back seat, with my brother on one side of
me and Carl on the other, virtually invisible from the street as we headed
off.  I peered out, wondering what people would think if they knew I was
going to church naked.

   I confess, I tingled at the thought myself, and my breath got shorter
and my palms sweatier with every passing block.

   I was almost a wreck by the time we arrived and daddy pulled into the
parking lot.  All around us were other church-goers - we have a very
popular church - most making at least an attempt at a Sunday Finest. 
Little girls were in cute ruffled dresses, little boys wore jackets and
ties.  They looked so cute!

   It looked to be a bigger crowd than usual, even.  I wondered if somehow
the word had gotten out on how I was going to be attired - or, rather, not
attired.

   Daddy opened his door and I felt the breeze on my breasts, and thighs.
Oh God!  I was soooooo naked!  Steeling myself, I let Carl help me out of
the car, trying not to display my - uh - more intimate parts any more than
I had to as I did.

   As mom straightened her skirt, and Carl dusted off his lapel, I blushed.
I blushed from top to toe, from fore to aft.  My courage almost deserted
me, until my family closed in around me supportively, forming a cordon of
sorts.

   Carl was to my right, Johnny to my left.  I hesitated, and let daddy and
mom lead the way, while we brought up the rear.

   Not that it helped much.  Okay, people in front of us were unaware of my
revealing state, but those behind certainly were fully cognizant of my bare
butt.  How could they not be?

   And by the way, I've been told, on good authority - well, okay, Carl is
admittedly prejudiced - that I have a very nice butt.

   The occasional twinges I felt reminded me that my butt had also been
favorably reviewed by the football team in the locker room the afternoon
before as well and gotten, oh, I'd say a four cock rating, at least.

   Considering the workout I'd had the day before I was in pretty good
shape.  I ached and had some soreness in - well, those places, of course.
Touches of makeup here and there concealed the more embarrassing bruises.

   I'd shaved again this morning, which was getting a little tiresome,
especially considering the tender state of my pussy today, but I'd decided
that stubble just was not appropriate.  I'll either have to cover up while
it grows out, or keep shaving, I guess, if I'm going to do the naked bit
from time to time.

   Which I will.  But more about that later.

   Anyway, we had to break formation when we got to the church doors, so my
nudity became obvious to everyone in very short order.  I heard some gasps
and comments, and tried to ignore them.  One of the ushers almost dropped
her stack of programs at the sight of me.  Pastor Bill greeted me with a
warm handshake and some words of encouragement.  He's a sweetie, very
up-to-date, obviously.

   Daddy marched us down to our usual place in the pews, about halfway down
on the right of the center aisle.  Because I was doing a reading I held
back and settled on the aisle, with Carl next to me, and tried to calm
myself, to absorb the tranquility and reverence that I found so comforting
on Sunday mornings.

   It was a little hard, because I couldn't avoid hearing the rustling and
stirring and talking as the word went around about me.  Still, I managed as
things settled down.

   Oh, the church is pretty traditional, I guess.  Nothing fancy, no big
stone arches or anything.

   The music director was on the organ, as usual, playing a nice prelude by
Bach as the crowd got settled.  The morning sun was filtering through the
stained glass, painting patches of color on the wooden pews.

   In spite of the music and the setting I was nervous, of course.  Pastor
Bill had assigned the first reading to me, and I reviewed it as it was
printed in the program.  He wanted me to say a little something about The
Program after my reading, too, so I'd made some notes about that, too.

   The cross bearer came down the aisle, leading the choir, the cantor and
pastor Bill, and the service began.

   It was the usual liturgy, beginning with the brief order of confession
and forgiveness.  As I dutifully recited the words, and then Pastor Bill
forgave us our sins, I couldn't help wondering how God himself felt about
what I'd done over the past week.  I guess I'll just have to wait to find
that out.

   Then it was the opening hymn, and I was glad it was one I knew.  The
comments of the Marine yesterday were still with me, so I sang a little
more boldly than I usually do.

   "Please be seated," Pastor Bill said, and my heart began to beat faster
as I got up to give the first reading.

   There was a bit of a stir as I made my way down the aisle, and I was
conscious of the air touching me all over, of course.  Everyone was looking
at me.

   I mounted the steps leading to the altar, and took my place at the
lectern, putting my papers on it before I nervously cleared my throat.

   Naturally I felt everyone's eyes on me!  What do you think??!!  I was
naked in front of the whole congregation!  A couple of little kids were
giggling and whispering until their parents' shushed them.  I took a deep
breath, feeling my chest rise, feeling a touch of sunlight on my shoulder,
the brush of the air from the ceiling fan on my nipples.

   "The first reading is from the Book of Genesis, the first Chapter,
verses 26 and 27," I began nervously, remembering to speak up, "continuing
with second chapter, verse 18."

   I drew another nervous breath.

   "Then God said, 'Let us make man in our image, in our likeness, and let
them rule over the fish of the sea and the birds of the air, over the
livestock, over all the earth, and over all the creatures that move along
the ground.'

   "So God created man in his own image,

   in the image of God he created him;

   male and female he created them."

   I drew a deep breath, feeling steadier every minute.

   "Then, in Genesis, Chapter 2, beginning at verse 18:

   "The Lord God said, 'It is not good for the man to be alone.  I will
make a helper suitable for him.'"

   My voice steadied more as I went on reading.

   "Now the Lord God had formed out of the ground all the beasts of the
field and all the birds of the air.  He brought them to the man to see what
he would name them; and whatever the man called each living creature, that
was its name.

   "So the man gave names to all the livestock, the birds of the air and
all the beasts of the field.

   But for Adam no suitable helper was found.

   "So the Lord God caused the man to fall into a deep sleep; and while he
was sleeping, He took one of the man's ribs and closed up the place with
flesh.

   "Then the Lord God made a woman from the rib He had taken out of the
man, and He brought her to the man.

   "The man said, 'This is now bone of my bones

   and flesh of my flesh; she shall be called woman,

   for she was taken out of man.'

   "For this reason a man will leave his father and mother and be united to
his wife, and they will become one flesh.

   "The man and his wife were both naked, and they felt no shame."

   Setting the words of the reading aside, I felt surprisingly calm as I
moved out from behind the lectern that half hid me from the congregation,
stepping out where they all could see all of me, leaving my notes where I
could reach them in case I screwed up.

   "I am naked," I announced, totally unnecessarily, I admit.

   At this, my arms out from my sides a little, I turned slowly so they
could see me from every angle - full frontal, with my breasts and shaven
pussy exposed, my side, my back, my other side - all of me.

   "I stand naked before you and before God.  I have nothing to hide.  I am
not ashamed.  I am not ashamed because I am as He made me.  Because, as it
says in the first chapter of Genesis, God created me in His image."

   After taking a moment to glance I my notes, I went on.

   "As many of you are probably aware, there is a program at Central High -
we call it simply The Program - in which, each week, two students are
selected from each grade, a boy and a girl, to attend school naked for that
week.

   "This past week was my week.  I volunteered to do it, by the way.  I
asked my parents to have my name put on the list, and they agreed.

   "Tomorrow I can choose to put my clothes on again, if I so wish.

   "I admit, at first I was mortified to strip naked before entering the
school.  It was very hard for me to walk down the hallways and into my
classes as you see me now.  But I'd seen others do it, saw others doing it
even as I was doing it, and I knew it was something that I had to do.

   "Fortunately, I had the loving support of my family, my neighbors and
friends, and the other students as well, and my boyfriend, Carl Walker, who
had done it before I did.  That is why I can stand before you today and say
'I am not ashamed.'

   "The bible says I was made in God's image.  How can I be ashamed if that
is the case?

   "Others will follow in my footsteps.  You may encounter them on the
street, in shops and stores and libraries - even in church - because part
of the program involves community outreach so that everyone in the
community can understand and become involved in The Program.  I hope you
will accept them, and respect their courage as we try to break down the
barriers of ignorance and superstition that have generated so much misery
in the form of sexual discrimination and harassment.

   "We are all, men and women, as God made us, in His image.  Nothing more
and nothing less.  How can His work be seen as anything but beautiful?

   "Thank you."

   I began to step down to return to my pew, but was stopped by a
smattering of applause that quickly spread through the congregation. 
Unsure of what to do, I hesitated, then offered a slight bow as I felt
myself blushing, not because I was naked but simply because of the
applause.

   Then I returned to my seat, and Carl leaned close, giving me a soft kiss
on the cheek.  "Nicely done," he said in my ear.  Johnny and mom and daddy
all congratulated me, too.

   "Thanks," I answered softly.

   The rest of the service sort drifted past me after that.  It was a day
for communion, so I went up to the altar rail and received the wine and the
wafer.  As I knelt naked at the rail I felt more humble and, at the same
time, more in touch with God than I ever had before.

   And that pretty much is the story of my week naked in school, and out of
it.  It was an experience that changed my life in so many ways.  I learned
a great deal; to accept myself as I am for one thing.

   I've come out of my shell.  No more "shy Beth." Thanks to the comment of
the Marine I've joined the Glee Club and discovered that I really can sing.
I think I'll join the church choir, if they'll have me, too.

   I'm even going to audition for the next school play - they're thinking
of doing either "Hair" or "Oh!  Calcutta!" and I know the nude scenes will
not bother me.

   I'm making some money, too, as a nude model for local artists and art
classes, and Carl and I even pose together sometimes.

   Oh, yes, Carl and I are still dating.  He is such a sweetie!  He never
asks me what went on in that locker room after the football game.  He just
tells me he loves me!  And I tell him I love him every chance I get, of
course.

   We might get married, someday, but that's a long way in the future. 
After all, we have another year of high school, and then college, and I
still want to be a doctor.  I'm thinking OB-GYN, but I'm not certain of
that yet, of course.  Maybe I'll be a urologist instead.

   The football team went on to win the conference championship, but lost
in the districts.  They're talking about making it to the state
championships next year.  Freschetti's quit taking those stupid drugs and
plays better than ever, and he's even become a nice guy!

   He's still awfully hairy, but that's okay.  That's just the way God made
him.

   Henry's clay sculpture of me won a prize in an art exhibit, and some
people asked to buy copies, so he's supervising them making bronze castings
of the piece (he's promised me one), and someone who's got more bucks than
good sense is even talking about doing a life-sized casting of it that
would be placed in the school courtyard!

   Oh wow!  I'd be on display for eternity!

   And what else is there - oh, yes, I almost forgot.  The Powers That Be
approved our community service project.  Carl and I are going to be
demonstrators for the Middle School Sex Ed program!  And Steph and I will
also teach an alternative life styles course.  Next week we're going to be
interviewing some gay guys to help us.

   Oh wow!

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