Naked In School: WerePaul

When I got to school on Monday I faced the biggest test I've had in some time.

Oh, sure, the Program, where a pair of students is supposed to be naked for a week in-- and out, where the activity is school related-- school, mixed in with everyone else in the school, is not something alien, but something that I knew would eventually get to me.

The problem, of course, was that I'm not a normal student.

Hell, as near as I could tell, I'm not even a normal human. I've carried this with me since I was born, along with yet another kind of "curse" which hadn't shown up yet, and, so, I didn't know what I going to be facing for myself.

Curious? Yeah, I know, you have to be. It's a human trait, after all, and I've got a bit of it in me, too, but, then, I'm apparently half-human. My pesky non-human side seems to bring that trait to a fine degree.

Just to provide some background, my dad is a P.E.-- you know, a Professional Engineer-- and my mom is, well, different. She works with my Uncle on projects that they're expecting me to someday be able to help with. My uncle is a respected oncologist and has already amassed a reputation in finding new ways to beat various cancers. He's told me that my mom has been instrumental in his research. He hopes that I can help someday, too, as well as my younger sibs-- two sisters and a little brother.

Of course, I'm the oddball. It didn't get explained to me until I hit twelve years of age and my mom explained some of what I could expect from my body. Then she mainstreamed me from being taught by a set of tutors by enrolling me in the local public high school.

I really didn't mind as I needed to learn all of the extra socialization skills as part of the Darwinian competition known as adolescence. I had few problems since my sexuality hadn't "gone live" and was likely delayed. This aspect of my non-human half worried my folks more than it worried me, simply because sexuality seemed to be such a distraction for those I saw around me in school.

Of course the real problem was that I was used to advanced study, and, for me, being mainstreamed slowed my schooling down. I had to agree with my mother, though, that learning how to live and deal with other people in the world was important. I also needed to build up some kind of a social network, too.

Everything cruised along until my Junior year. This year, the year I finally got picked for the Program.

You see, I had still no sign of entering (much less completing) pubescence, even though I was already seventeen. No one-- not my mother, not my father, not my uncle, not even any of the trekkies and trekkers I ever talked to-- had an idea when I could expect my sexual organs to reach maturity.

With doctors in the family I had no problem with my... ahem... anomalies. I never got ill, I seldom got tired from exercise, I had stamina few others had, but, despite this, I never tried to join a sports team. Instead, I read incessantly, studied languages and philosophy, discussed subjects with my parents and other adult relatives and learned how to use some of the extras my body had.

So I got ushered into the 11th grade principals office, a room I'd never needed to see before, met my Program partner Kira, and, after a repetitive description of the Program, as if I had never read about it before, urged to strip.

Kira had no advantage on me-- I was already used to nudity in a social setting, both at home and at naturist camps. I'd never been bothered by the look of my body, never caring enough of how others saw it. Kira, though, was frightened. I didn't even need to touch her in order to read her fear, but I did tell her, quietly, to relax, that it wasn't any big deal.

She snorted. "Easy for you to say, Paul! You're the snooty hunk here, not me!"

The idea of being referred to as a "hunk" was, at first, confusing. The "snooty" part worried me since I never had thought of myself as unsociable. Still, I really should not have practiced this particular move of raising one eyebrow even though it broke the ice. She saw that and giggled. "All right, Paul, I'll drop my drawers." My nod seemed to relax her.

Mind you, she seemed distraught once she was fully nude-- it took some consideration on my part to realize that it was because I hadn't looked over her body. Of course, being a nudist, politeness kept my eyes above her neck. She seemed to relax as I chose to look down and gave her a pleasant smile.

I suddenly felt her become sexually aroused. This shook me since I had little experience being seen as a sexual being. I have to admit that what little I was able to feel radiating from Kira was pleasant.

No one on earth had had any idea of what it would take to finally activate my sexual nature. I was way behind all of my siblings in the trappings of puberty-- hair and all-- as well as the hormonal and emotional changes. I discovered what it would take, right there in the principals office, when Kira grabbed my hand in hers, where I could feel and read her in detail, all the way to the core of my being, understanding her fears of inadequacy and rejection. This touch somehow triggered the first part of my awakening. We bonded.

Don't ask me to explain it, all right? It was something I had no idea of how or what it was, but I had to deal with the sudden sense of belonging to her. I didn't realize, until later, that she had the same sensation, even if she was less conscious of it.

We were walking on air to leave the office when Mr Walker stopped us, saying, "Paul, the headband, it has to go into the box. Now."

I sighed and gently removed it, hoping that my long hair would keep some of my outward differences covert.

Well, that wasn't going to last long, of course. Not with Kira feeling like she was a part of me, and I her. She was still a bit unsure over what she was feeling-- being a small girl with a strange first name-- since she wasn't sure what she was supposed to be feeling.

Any more than I knew what I was supposed to be feeling.

After we'd left the office I could feel her calming, her hand still holding mine, a sense of comfort in where she was and who she was with growing within her.

I might qualify as a bit of a cold fish because I'd never understood flirting or sexual teasing, having it go over my head more often than not. I'd ignored both the girls and boys that found my "exotic" appearance something to pursue.

Kira had liked me for some time, apparently. She liked how I talked, how well I did in class, how I walked... and, most of all, how I seldom seemed to doubt myself.

What I didn't know was that she was already closer to me than anyone else in the world, now, and was becoming closer to me with each breath we took.

When our hands finally separated for us to get to our different classes, I knew she could still feel part of me inside her, as I could feel her inside of me. We could pass feelings across this connection.

Kira and I only shared two classes during the day, Social Studies and Biology. I already suspected what was going to happen to us in Biology, the first class after lunch.

Through this strange link with her I knew when her body was being touched by our fellow students and she likewise knew when my body was being fondled. I didn't respond to those touches, somehow knowing that, at this point, I could only fully respond to Kira's touch. Kira, I could tell, was concerned that those touching her weren't arousing to her, either, and worried that something was wrong with her.

I don't know.

She made the decision to stop at the Nurse's office before our lunch period to get the contraceptive shot. By this time she was comfortable with this empathic link between us and she was further emboldened by the feeling of agreement she got from me for this decision.

We had a wonderful time at lunch by holding hands, gazing into each other's eyes and breathing in synchrony. Only my odd cardiovascular system kept my heart from slowing down enough to beat in harmony with her.

Our first kiss, there in the lunch room, was nothing that others would consider special-- or even "hot", for that matter-- but it cemented us in some strange and pleasurable way. I didn't realize it immediately, but the further bonding effects of that kiss made for my first real erection.

It was like my body had suddenly woke up. I could feel Kira going through the same feeling of arousal as her own body's sexual machinery came to full readiness. We were in sync.

Given this unusual event, I realized it was time for me to finally call for relief at the beginning of Biology. The walk there, with my hand in Kira's, with that touch being the most arousing thing in my world, made the various touches of other female students taking advantage enough to cop a feel of my woodie, not make much of a difference in my arousal. Nor was Kira's dripping influenced by other boys touching her.

We entered that classroom as an almost fully bonded couple.

Ms Thomas, our teacher, asked the question that enabled us to finish our bonding. "Paul, Kira, do either of you want to request relief?"

"Yes, we do", I answered, for both of us.

The surprised counter question was asked by Ms Thomas: "Can you speak for Kira, Paul?"

Kira nodded, in synchrony with me, adding "Yes, he can. And I can speak for him, too."

Somehow, Kira knew what she wanted and I was worried while still agreeable. She sat me down in one of the two chairs in front of the class and, while facing me, straddled my lap and sat on my erection.

Don't let anyone tell you that a girl this wet doesn't feel discomfort in her first time. I was there, touching her, feeling her feelings, sensing her senses, and, if it hadn't been for her feeling my feelings, sensing my senses, experiencing my pleasure, she would have been overcome by pain. Instead, with the breaking down of the barriers that kept our minds apart, we fell into a pleasurable coupling.

We had five minutes, on the clock.

That first time together we went off three times in that five minute period. Granted, we spent the last two minutes of our allotted time panting, again in synchrony, while recovering our breath, but we then kissed and split up.

Well, I sure wasn't a virgin any more... and neither was Kira. We looked into each other's eyes, sharing a smile, just before we got up, ready to return to our seats, and Ms Thomas stopped us, telling us to sit up front. Kira sat down on the chair that was still dry.

I really should carry a towel. I figured I'd bring one in for Tuesday.

We sat, sated, side by side, in those seats, a wonderful moment for both of us as we felt ourselves slowly slide back into being linked individuals, our hands entwining to keep ourselves as close to a sense of one-ness as we could.

Now I finally understood what my mother told me. I felt so very complete in that moment.

Ms Thomas cleared her throat. "Kira, from the fluids you left in Paul's lap, it would appear that you were a virgin. Isn't this unusually... quick... even for a Program week?"

I could feel the emotions swirling through my mate and knew, within that maelstrom of conflicting drives, that she could now smile, as she did, before answering "Well, Paul and I are just more compatible, as partners, than other partnered pairs have been... or, likely, could be."

A titter ran through the class. "And you, Paul? I've seen your file... and this seems, well, unusual."

Now I'm not known to smile, much. Or get angry. I had never shown myself as having that broad an emotional range, but, on this Monday, I broke the pattern, smiling as broadly and proudly as Kira had, saying "Well, I was waiting to meet the the right woman for me... and, when I did, well, that counts for a lot!"

One of the more arrogant kids in the class, a jock on the wrestling team named Tony, raised his hand, and, when called on, said "Well, we all got her pretty hot and bothered in the hallway, so he's getting what we should have gotten. So..."

Kira eyed him and, through our link, she could use my senses too, so she could feel him as a predator. This didn't help my feeling toward Tony, but, then, I usually keep myself under a tight rein. I have learned that my real emotional range tended to exceed the human norm. With love and sex with Kira it was more intense, I believed, than what a fully human couple could feel.

Anger, though? Oh, yes, I was more than merely capable of anger. I was also capable of rage, too, and had to learn how to handle my feelings. It was strange how naturism had been one of the paths towards managing my deeper emotions.

Of course, Kira wasn't the girl my mother had been trying to match me up with, but I never could sense that Caryn could want or need me, not like Kira had, just this morning.

I don't think Tony liked the shared look of irritation on our faces, but, then, he didn't seem to care what anyone else was feeling.

Bio was grueling as we answered questions about our sexual histories, though that was short considering that, until today, we hadn't had a sexual history. Hell, I didn't have a masturbatory history, which, at least, Kira did. It felt good to make sure she knew I was happy with her.

Other questions about our exclusivity-- and how we'd be able to handle the parts of the Program that precluded it-- were easy to field. We already knew we'd be complying with "reasonable requests" but also knew what the hard limits to reasonableness were.

Mind you, I didn't have to worry about getting aroused without Kira's knowledge-- and, likely, approval-- given the things my mom told me about having a body like mine, and, especially, when she wore my body, too.

It seemed strange to me now, though-- I could be incredibly active, in a sexual sense-- given that my mate, my other half, would be present, in my head, at all times. Kira knew what I was recalling and I could feel the smirk she felt but kept from her face.

Once we escaped from Biology, my next class was P.E., while Kira went off to French.

And, yeah, we got fondled. Having gotten past our bonding, we were less sexually dependant upon each other... but still felt like we wanted each other.

In Gym I still reined in my performance since there was no profit in exposing my extra abilities. There were some things that full-blooded humans are going to be as good as me at, and, yes, even in the physical fitness and sporting events, humans have the ability specialize their physical conditioning to optimize for a small set of competitive sports, which, I had learned, I can't. Somehow, whatever my non-human half species is good at, they can't specialize worth a damn. That still left me a lot of room, anyway.

Of course competitive sports are a dead issue anyway: I could not afford to have just "any" doctor give me a physical exam or draw blood.

So I do all right playing volleyball with the others inside the gym, inserting enough imperfections in my performance to ensure that I wouldn't stand out while still keeping my team from losing a game.

In the showers, though...

Several of the girls-- most of them of the "popular" set-- couldn't get a rise out of me no matter what kind of physical stimulation, be it by hand or by mouth, they tried to give me. Oh, it wasn't because of my being faithful to Kira, no, even if Kira was peeking over my shoulder from her French class, but because none of the girls was doing it for the right reason. Three of the girls, watching from other shower stalls, were interested for the "right reasons", but the five trying to arouse me weren't, in their own heads, all that arousing. I don't think this sat well with them, and, when I heard their leader Susan venomously remark "Oh, you're saving it up for that prim little miss Kira... well, you'll learn not to hold out for that little bitch!"

I shook my head, dried off, and went to my last class of the day, Math. I even grabbed an extra dry towel for me to sit on in class.

Perhaps I should have paid more attention to Susan's head and tried to touch her again in order to read her. If I had taken that precaution it sure would have led to fewer complications.

One moment I'm lazing through quadratic equations while peeping over Kira's mental shoulder and the next moment I can see and feel Kira being assaulted in the shower.

The ability my mom-- and all of my younger siblings had already demonstrated-- finally roared to life. And I do mean roared.

Even though my mother told me that I was likely to be able to morph like she could, she figured that I'd have to await my "alien puberty" for it to awaken.

Well, my pubescence had been finished in the span of half a day. Sure, I wouldn't be growing any body hair, but, hey, I was a suddenly a fully functioning male. With this came the gift my mother and younger sibs all had but I'd wondered was beyond me.

It wasn't.

Not only that but my transition didn't require my partner to be asleep and dreaming but in an emotional crisis.

There wasn't time to think as this new body I wore popped the door to the classroom open and went running down the hallway to the gym, my vision strangely colorless but with apparent infrared capacity. The door to the boy's locker room didn't resist me as my suddenly six hundred pound body pounced through it and turned into the shower.

With another roar I pushed Tony away from Kira, peeling his hands from her using the rough paws of this body, and then pushed him on the floor of the shower room where I looked around and started to show Tony the claws in my paw.

I heard, both in my mind and with my super-sensitive ears, Kira say "Paul! Don't!" I stopped.

I finally calmed down and watched my sharp claws retracting into a paw that slowly melted back into a hand I had been born with. This hand remained in the center of Tony's chest holding him down.

When he stopped whimpering and saw it was me on top of him, he got his nerve back enough to slap me, hard, then tried to rake my face with his fingernails.

Whatever species I'm half of, and, believe me, I know it is supposed to be fictional, I have a lot more flexibility than a mere human. Tony got a knee to the groin for his efforts.

I felt the pain overtake him and released him, standing up and backing away. I saw Kira curled up in a corner, whimpering, as the coach finally got to the shower room. Well, I'd had an unfair advantage; as a full sized tiger, I could move a whole lot faster than most people.

It was funny to see the other guys in the shower room still staring at me and backing away from both of us. I pointed out which three had helped Tony to penetrate Kira and gave them a low throaty growl. It was almost funny how they just fainted to the floor.

I went over to Kira and picked her up, our link helping her to regain the confidence that I'd be there for her.

Before the police could get involved we ended up in the Nurse's office, talking to the eleventh grade principal and a psychologist as well as the three coaches that had come into the shower.

Even with me providing emotional support for Kira after she was raped, she wasn't able to talk comfortably, so I did, going in and reading her to answer questions. After each of my answers they'd ask her if I was right, to which she'd nod affirmatively. She was starting to see the humor in the questioning pattern with me there and providing detauls that she hadn't spoken of.

The psychologist stopped me and asked me how I could answer for her.

"She's my other half. We're bonded. We can read each other and know what the other needs... or needs to say."

This brought some silence, silence where I could cuddle her closer to me.

Finally, the real question, of "What makes you think you could possibly do that? It's impossible!"

I laughed... which seemed to relax Kira, too, who reached up and brushed my hair back, exposing my not-quite-human ears.

My mother's ears are a lot more pointy when she's wearing the shape she wore when she got pregnant with me; my ears were more human, but not really fully human. The nurse took a close look at my ear and swore "It's not fake... it doesn't look like surgical work, either."

Kira laughed this time. "His folks tried to bob his ears back years ago but he regenerates too quickly."

A smile broke out on my lips; It felt good that she could read me as well as I could read her. She was a fine match for me.

In hindsight it was a good thing that I hadn't done any real damage to Tony while a tiger since it was a lot easier to claim that I could project a convincing illusion when stressed. Tony and his three henchmen were easy to convince to keep this secret for us given that the penalty for sexual abuse of a Program participant has already been confirmed as a capital crime.

Kira and I could share a smile inside since she already knew that I'd not projected an illusion and that I could easily have created a bloodbath in the shower room.

Tony and his buddies decided that keeping a secret was better than jail, court, and a date with a needle. We knew some rumors would leak from elsewhere but, if anything, we could laugh at them as we heard them and debunk a bunch of them.

We finished our Program time after one day and were placed on suspension for a week while Tony and his gang spent their week in detention to ensure that they got the message. Being tossed off the wrestling team probably didn't help his mood much, but it sure made him a lot easier to deal with.

Sure Tony wasn't happy but he was able to stay alive, wasn't he?

And Kira?

Well, her parents, on getting enough of the story, were happy with me. When Kira's folks met my folks they had a good time chatting, especially since they were all, including my mother, Sci Fi fans.

The rest of the week was spent with Kira staying with me in my bedroom with my family around us. With my mother talking to Kira we soon did some experimentation on my ability to shape-shift and get some idea of what my different genome did to the ability. If anything, I was able to do more than my mother because Kira could consciously picture what she wanted me to be and blip that was the body I was in. I also didn't return to "normal" on my first orgasm, either, since Kira could undo that shift at any time.

There was no doubt in our minds that we had met our match. The hell of it all is that I didn't realize I was missing a necessary part of myself until I'd kissed and finished my emotional bonding to her, awakening everything else.

I am her silly-putty life-form, able to become whatever she needs or wants me to be, but, most of all, she needs me, as I am.

And she's hoping, some day, to have children that are as alien as I am, too.

And I'm happy with that.

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