Chapter 2: Tuesday

When I got up in the morning, I tried to think of a way to get out of going to school. Then I remembered that freshman girl.

I showered, then nervously picked out some clothes that I could remove without much fuss. I wore blue sweat pants that unzipped at the bottom, and a pink short sleeved sweat shirt.

I walked to school, avoiding the other students. Even going to school, I felt awfully conspicuous.

I went to the main entrance. There was an old mailbox there, with a sign above it, "For use by nude students". Several guys were hanging around there. I had arrived early, hoping to avoid the large crowd from yesterday. It would be better to undress in front of a small crowd and then go inside, I thought.

The guys were watching me and grinning. When I turned around, I heard comments. "I think she's going to do it now!" "She's got a great body, doesn't she?" "Best tits in school!" "She looks scared!" "Yeah, she's shy. Makes it cute to watch her."

I was very nervous, and took a couple of deep breaths, wiping my hands on my pants. If I didn't want to strip in front of a crowd, though, I had to go ahead pretty soon, though. I gulped hard and faced against a wall, and kicked off my shoes. Then I hurriedly pulled off my shirt and then pushed my pants down and off, my face blazing, and dropped my clothes into the box. I was wearing nothing but socks! I went back and got my shoes on, then rushed to the door to go inside.

It was locked! The school door didn't open for students until 15 minutes before classes began. I couldn't go in for another 10 or 15 minutes!

I went back over to the box, hoping to get my clothes back, but the box was locked.

I cringed, looked at the guys. They were grinning, having a great time watching me.

"I thought I'd be able to go inside," I said feebly.

"So what's the big deal?" one of the guys asked me.

"Now I have to stand out here, bare naked, until the doors open!" I cried out angrily.

"So? You're going to do it all day anyway," he said reasonably.

I stared.

"We're getting a few minutes of a private show. It's not that big of a deal, compared to the whole rest of the day. Is it?"

"I guess not," I admitted slowly. "I didn't expect it, though!"

He smiled. "We're not going to hurt you, we're just going to enjoy watching you. Okay?"

I shrugged helplessly, and braced myself to wait outside with them for the school doors to open.

"Mind if I talk to you?" one of the boys asked me.

I shook my head.

"I'm Dennis," he introduced himself. "You're Karen Wagner, I know."

I nodded, blushing a little. "Nice to meet you, Dennis."

"It's nice to meet you!" He smiled, and we chatted about the ordeal the school was making me go through.

The principal opened the door. "Ah, some eager students, I see," he smiled.

I dashed into the building, with the guys right behind me. A school bus was just pulling up to the door to let out a load of students.

"Miss Wagner?" the principal called, and I stopped reluctantly.

"I see you're ready for school today," he observed.

I blushed. "I don't have any choice about it," I reminded him.

He nodded and smiled. "That's true. But I wanted to ask you to be as cheerful and open as you can today. It's a treat for all of us to have such a pretty girl going naked around the school, but it's absolutely wonderful when you smile, and are friendly and nice. Will you try?"

I swallowed. "I'll... do my best," I told him nervously.

"Great. Thanks!"

Dozens of students were streaming past by then. So much for my plan to get into my classroom before being exposed to everyone in the whole school.

"Remember to let people look at you," he reminded me. "Show me a nice pose right now, please."

I gulped, but nervously set my feet apart, then intertwined my hands together behind my head, thrusting my chest out.

He smiled. "That's nice!" He looked me over for a couple of minutes. "Try this one, too. Keep your feet apart, but bend your knees and put your hands on them, bending forward a little."

I did as he directed me. "Like this?" I asked.

He nodded. "Turn around now."

I did so.

"Stay still," he said, and I obeyed. "Hmm, yes, that's good. It gives people a chance to look over your fanny."

I stayed still, but felt nervous. I couldn't see behind me. Someone could grab me from behind, and I wouldn't even know who it was!

Finally, the principal chuckled. "That's enough for now, Karen. You'd better get to class."

I hurried down the hallway, and got to my algebra class just as the bell was ringing, and went to my seat.

"Did everyone do their homework?" Mr. Dennison asked. "I didn't expect you would, of course, Karen," he told me, but everyone else had. "Why don't you come up here, and you can work the problems on the board, with the help of the class."

He had me write each problem on the board, then answer it by writing an equation that solved it. I made repeated mistakes. The class chuckled as I calculated my breast size to be 78% of my body, the total breasts in the school to weigh more than the moon, and 94 hands to be able to explore my body at a time. I had to make corrections according to the instructions from the other students. I did better on the other questions, though the subjects were all humiliating to me. I blushed all the way through class.

History class, once again, was really a relief, as the teacher was sympathetic to me. Once again, she let me sit in the back of the classroom, and didn't call on me to answer any questions.

I ventured into the hallway, very nervously, and hurried to my next class, which was gym. I almost went into the girl's locker room, but then remembered I was supposed to use the guy's. I sighed and went in nervously.

We were doing tumbling that day, so I had to leave my jewelry in a locker. Several of the guys were just getting changed into their gym clothes.

One guy, Pete, grinned at me. "Not much changing to do for you, is there?"

"Not much, no," I said, smiling timidly, and hurried out to the gym.

Mr. Roquette was the only one there when I got there. "Hi, Karen!" he smiled. "You've had some background in gymnastics and tumbling, haven't you?"

I nodded. I smiled, too. He was nice. "I had classes up through middle school."

"Would you mind helping out with demonstrations today?" he asked. "I was going to ask you even before this week," he added, blulshing slightly. "But now... I'm really sure we'd have an attentive class if you would help me."

I nodded, blushing. "I'll help," I agreed. "I -- I have to be naked anyway," I told him self-consciously.

The boys were starting to come out of the locker room, then a little later, the girls, too. We did some stretching exercises, then we all had to run around the gym a couple of times.

Mr. Roquette used me to demonstrate basic tumbling, then asked me to help out some of the boys who were struggling. They liked that pretty well... I don't think it helped them a lot; they seemed to get more clumsy. They were looking at me, more than paying attention to their tumbling.

At the end of the class, Mr. Roquette and I demonstrated some assisted gymnastics tricks. It was the most fun I'd had in school since I had to take off my clothes.

Finally we reached the end of class. I left my shoes and socks in by my locker, then went back to shower amidst the boys. They were all naked this time, and teasing each other about their hard-ons. I had to remain in the shower room until they were all done. They took turns requiring me to stand in different poses under the shower.

"Can you smile for us too?" a guy asked me.

"I'll... try." I did try; I was awfully nervous and uncomfortable in the showers with all the guys, but I made myself smile at them as I stood in different poses and lathered myself in soap several times.

When the guys were all done showering, I went into the locker room and rapidly toweled off. "Keep smiling!" a couple of the guys suggested, grinning.

I did manage to smile as I dried my hair and brushed it, facing them and with them staring at me. I put on my necklace, earrings and bracelet, then my socks and shoes, and smiled at them again. "See you guys later!" I told the ones who were left.

"You're getting used to it a little," Mike said. He'd waited for me outside the door.

I jumped, he'd surprised me, but then took a breath. "I guess so, a little," I nodded. "I'll still be glad when this week is over with!"

"Not me," he teased, chuckling. "Sorry; I just like you like that."

I blushed, but then giggled a little. "You can look, definitely, and I guess if you can do that, it's better if you like what you see."

He grinned again. "You are getting used to it!"

He was right! I found myself smiling a lot more through the rest of the day. I blushed just as much, but was getting more able to cope.

My next class was biology. Once again, Miss Hooker asked me to come to the front of the class and had me sit on the high stool, facing the class. "Take off your shoes and socks, too, please," she told me, smiling. "You can spend this class period fully bare, don't you think?"

I blushed but nodded and took off my shoes and socks. I sat looking toward the class.

"Move your knees apart!" one of the guys suggested.

I did so, blushing uncomfortably, and several guys grinned.

"Do you feel horny sitting there like that?" the same guy asked me.

"Mostly I feel exposed and embarrassed," I told him after a moment of thought. "And a little chilly," I added. The class laughed at that one.

"But are you sexually aroused by going around the school naked, and by sitting in front of a whole class in the nude?" Miss Hooker insisted cheerfully.

I blushed harder. "Yes!" I admitted. "Yesterday... well, I come here after gym class, where I have to shower with all the guys. Then sitting up here and being the model for a discussion of sex ed..."

The class tittered.

"It's perfectly natural," Miss Hooker explained to the class. "While the specific factors which affect Karen are societally influenced, her reactions to them are built in to her, and all women, through evolution. A creationist might say they are designed for human women by God. The discomfort of shame is a societal influence, but the arousal she is experiencing as a result of it, and of her own exposure and helplessness, is a basic human instinct. Research during recent years has filtered down to the local school district level, including our own, and is now affecting policy. It affects your lives, as well, and this demonstration will help all of you to use that research."

Was she saying I didn't have to be ashamed about my arousal? That was fine for her to tell the class, but they were judging me -- and I was judging myself -- based on societal pressures, not research.

"How do the boys in class feel about her right now?" Miss Hooker asked. "I'd wager if I were to expose all of your groins, I'd see some arousal among the boys, too."

Several of the boys were nodding, and a few were blushing.

She grinned. "It's all part of nature," she told the class. "If you learn to appreciate it, you'll be happier in your lives. If you boys spend some time being nice to Karen this week, and she finds you individually attractive, and circumstances permit, it is possible the result would be a mutually beneficial and enjoyable relationship."

She continued through the class, discussing sex and reproduction issues in explicit terms, using me to illustrate her comments.

"All right, class is dismissed," she said as the bell rang.

"We'll practice what we learned. Thanks!" one of the boys said, grinning, as he walked out the door.

I sat on a chair and put my shoes and socks back on, then headed to the lunch room.

"Can we join you?" a couple of the boys from biology class asked me.

I didn't know them. "I... I'd really just like a break for lunch time," I declined shyly. "I don't even know you two."

"I'm Jeff, he's Rick," one of them said, smiling easily.

"And you want to be nice to me because Miss Hooker suggested it might be an easy way to get laid, right?" I said accusingly.

"Well... yes, that's right," Rick nodded, hanging his head a little. "We won't bother you any more, Karen. Come on, Jeff." He started walking away. Jeff hesitated a moment, then followed him.

I bit my lip. "Hey... wait a minute!" I called out, blushing, and hurried to catch up to them. At least they were honest. I felt like I could use a friend or two right then. "I'll have lunch with you if you want!"

We went through the lunch line, then sat at a table. The guys sat across from me.

"It must be kind of hard to admit to a whole class that you're horny," Jeff said. "Does it bother you to have to do stuff like that?"

"It's pretty embarrassing," I admitted. "The whole week is going to be embarrassing!"