Michelle - Naked In School

Chapter 1

MONDAY

It was only September, but it was bitterly cold, an East wind blowing across Europe all the way from the Russian steppes, as my last two Geography teachers had both pointed out. But the first thing I noticed when I got to school was a police car parked outside. The second thing was how warm it was inside. And I don’t mean warm, I mean hot. They must have had the heating on full blast to get it that warm.

Pinned to the blackboard in my first classroom was a notice. "First lesson cancelled. All students are to report to the main hall for a full assembly."

We don’t have assemblies at our school normally, unless there’s some special event like a class presentation or something and we knew none of those were due, so there was a buzz of conversation in the hall as everyone tried to guess what it could be for. Most of us thought it was yet another lecture on the Program. Term had started last Wednesday, with yet more lessons about the damned Program as if the week we'd wasted on it at the end of last term wasn't enough. This was the first full week of term and it looked like we'd be wasting even more time.

The buzz increased for a moment when Mrs. Chaplain, our headmistress walked onto the stage. She almost never took assemblies, even on the rare occasions when there was one. Some of the younger ones had probably never seen her as she’d been away for almost all of last term and we hadn't seen her at all last week.

But before she reached the microphone placed in the centre of the stage, the whole school had gone quiet.

"I am pleased to tell you that a friend of mine has been able to visit us today. She needs no introduction, so please give her the best welcome she’s ever had."

Music from one of the current chart-toppers came from the speakers around the hall and a girl walked onto the stage. She wore a white loose skirt which was split up to her waist on one side and a top which she’d tied at the front, just below her boobs, leaving her tummy bare. She took the microphone and patiently waited for the whistles and cheers to die down before she tapped it to check it was working, turned to the side and nodded.

Sam Townley was Mrs. Chaplain’s friend? She’d have to be to get away with wearing that. It didn’t exactly comply with the school’s acceptable dress code, putting it mildly.

Another tune started, this time one of her ballads, and she began to sing. When this song had been released, she’d been quoted as saying it was autobiographical, but as I’m more into faster and louder music, I’d never really listened to it.

But hearing her sing it now, I could see in my mind a lonely unhappy girl. It was haunting and it obviously affected everyone else the same way as nobody was moving, talking or even coughing. It was hard to associate this song with the star we had in front of us. By the end of the song, however, the mood changed and it became a celebration of love and freedom.

Afterwards Mrs. Chaplain walked up to Sam and gave her a hug, to gasps from many in the school. Sam put the microphone back on its stand, but remained standing there.

"Thank you, Sam. That was lovely, as always." Then she turned to address us. "You’re probably wondering why I would ask a big star like Sam to come and sing for the school this morning."

Actually, no, Mrs. Chaplain, I thought. I was wondering why a big star like Sam Townley would WANT to come to our school, this or any other morning. From everything we’d read in the papers, her own school years hadn’t been exactly wonderful. You’d think she’d stay well away from schools. And when the nearby City Council had tried to book her for the opening of their new concert hall, she’d been too fully booked to come. So how did Mrs. C get her HERE?

"Sam was in the choir at her school. I’m sure you all know the story of how she was put in the Naked in School Program at her school, had to sing at a big school choir competition naked and quickly became a star."

That was Mrs. C alright. She was okay, if a little remote, but she was always good at telling you what you already knew.

"You are all aware, from the lessons you’ve you've had last week and at the end of last term, that we are starting the Naked in School Program here, as the second pilot Program, before a decision is taken about introducing it nationwide. What you don’t know, is that we are starting it today."

That sure sent a murmur rippling around the hall, everyone wondering who’d be picked.

"To ensure that we can give the maximum support to the first participants, we…"

She was interrupted from behind the curtain… "NAKED participants."

Rather than looking cross as I might have expected, she laughed. "I stand corrected. To ensure that we can give the maximum support to the first naked participants, it has been decided to have just one male and one female for this first week. I expect you all to give them the encouragement and support they will need. But before I say any more, I had better introduce you to my prompt from backstage. Please welcome Shelley Hoover."

A girl who looked a little younger than me walked onto the stage, but she was naked. I don’t mean not wearing much, I mean totally, stark naked. She didn’t seem bothered about the whistles she got and went up to Sam and they kissed. That got more whistles.

"Hi, everyone. I’m Shelley. I’m going to be around here for a few days so those of you who are staring at my tits or pussy can relax. You’ll have plenty of time to see them this week."

I looked at Mrs. C. Not only wasn’t she bothered by the language Shelley was using, she was smiling.

"My sister, Heather would love to have been here this week, but she’s filming a programme in Sweden, where it’s even colder than it is outside here this morning. So I’ll have to say the things I know she would say.

"The first and most important thing is that from right now, this minute, you are ALL participants in the Program." She paused and glanced around at all of us. "It’s just that some of you are going to be without clothes.

"It’s going to be a learning experience for all of you. Not just about sex, but about respecting and caring for one another. To those of you who are selected to go naked first, yes, you’ll get lots of sex, if you want it, but that’s your choice. There are things you have to do, but having sex isn’t one of them. It’s fun though."

That got a laugh.

"Now for the rest of you. When it’s your turn to go naked, it will probably be scary, but also exciting. You’ll have to trust those around you not to take advantage and that’s scary. But you can also let yourself do things that you never dared to before and that’s exciting. Be open-minded. Just because you’ve never thought of doing something before doesn’t make it wrong or dirty, just different.

"But at the same time, don’t let anyone force you into something you’re not ready for. Our school got the nickname Slut School, but Sam here got through the whole Program week without getting fucked once. She was still a virgin at the end of it, isn’t that right, Sam?"

Sam smiled and nodded, not looking embarrassed in the slightest. She leaned over to the mike. "But I met my boyfriend in the Program and a few days later I made sure I didn’t stay a virgin."

We nearly all laughed at that.

Shelley handed the mike to Sam who continued, "I’d love to stay here longer, but unfortunately I have other commitments, so with Mrs. Chaplain’s permission, I’ll say what I have to say now."

Mrs C nodded. She was still smiling. This was all getting just a little bit weird.

At that point Shelley interrupted Sam by untying her top and slipping it off her, then unclipping her skirt and pulling down her knickers.

"As you can see, Shelley thinks that if I’m only here for a short time, I should get naked now." She made a playful punch at Shelley as Shelley balled up her clothes and threw them somewhere into the crowd of students. Sam didn’t seem bothered and continued speaking.

"When I was put into the Program, I fainted, I was so terrified. And the thought of having boys and girls looking at my boobs or having to spread my legs so they could see up inside me or even touch me there was embarrassing and scared the hell out of me. And to make it worse, I was a loner at school and had no friends to turn to.

"But Shelley and the others became the best friends I ever had. So when it’s your turn, don’t try to be all self-sufficient and ‘I don’t need anyone’. Because you will need others, more than you ever have before. And don’t be scared to admit it to them. If you’re frightened or upset say so. Nobody can help you if you keep it to yourself.

"If it’s not your turn, remember that taking off all their clothes makes someone very vulnerable. They are still a person with feelings, not a body to be poked and grabbed. Yes, you may touch them, but be gentle. Remember how you would feel. And if you see one of them obviously unhappy or being mistreated, stop it. If you can’t stop it, get someone who can, and fast. I nearly killed myself in my second day in the Program. Don’t let one of your schoolmates get to that stage. They might not be as lucky as I was.

"I won’t tell those of you who are picked not to be scared. You will be. But as Shelley said, if you approach it with an open mind, you will have fun. You will be changed. You’ll grow up a lot. You’ll probably make the best friends you’ll ever have, or perhaps discover ones you never knew you had. If you’re as lucky as me, you might even fall in love. Give yourself wholeheartedly to your Program week and you’ll have a week you’ll remember with pleasure for the rest of your life."

She handed the microphone to Mrs. C.

"Thank you, Sam and Shelley, for your words and for that unexpected display from both of you. They didn’t warn me they were going to be naked."

"That’s okay," said Sam loudly. "Shelley didn’t warn me either!"

Shelley tried to look innocent and failed.

"Before I dismiss you all, I just want to introduce you to one more girl and one boy who have offered to be here for a few days to help answer any questions any of you may have. Please welcome Stephen Rivers and Suzanne Peters."

A boy and a girl strode confidently onto the stage. The boy immediately went to Sam and kissed her. I couldn’t see for sure what his hand was doing, but it looked like he was touching her pussy, right there, on stage. She laughed.

The girl took the microphone from Mrs. C. "Hi. I’m Suzie and we just wanted to prove that it is actually possible for people who’ve been through the Program to keep their clothes on. Even if it isn’t for Shelley."

There was laughter at that, even from Mrs. C. Suzie handed the microphone back.

"I won’t embarrass anyone by calling your names now, but the two who are in the Program this week will be told on your way back to class. Thank you, school. Please remember what was said about treating those who are naked with respect. You are dismissed."

On my way out of the hall, the school secretary called me. "Michelle Foster?"

"Yes?"

"Could you please go to see Mrs. Chaplain in her office?"

What had I done now, I asked myself, but as I walked to the office I knew, I just knew what it was. It was going to be me.

One of the school hunks, Gary Chandler, arrived at the office a few moments after I did. "I guess it’s us," he said.

"There’s no way I’m stripping for the whole school," I said. "It’s humiliating, degrading."

"Come on, everyone’s gonna have to do it. It’s no big deal. At least we get it over with first. And I wouldn’t mind getting it on with that kid that can’t keep her clothes on."

Typical, I thought. "It’s different for boys. It’s just a big macho thing. My friends will just call me a slut and every girl will be seeing whether they’ve got better boobs than I’ve got."

"Impossible. From what I can see, which isn’t as much as I’ll see in a minute, yours are just perfect."

Mrs. Chaplain walked in, followed by Shelley, Sam, and the other two, I forgot their names. Of course Gary couldn’t keep his eyes off of Sam and Shelley.

Mrs. Chaplain spoke first, "Gary, Michelle. I’m sure you’ve guessed why you’re here. I’ll give each of you a chance to speak in a minute, but please wait to hear me out first. Do sit down." She pointed to a couple of chairs.

"Let me explain why you were chosen for this first week. After talking with the girls and boys at the first school, it was felt that in future a Program should start with some confident and popular students, to ensure that it started more smoothly and with fewer problems."

Shelley interrupted. "That was my idea."

"Thanks," I said bitterly.

"Yes, you should be saying thanks," said Mrs. Chaplain. "Although Sam has to go now, Shelley, Suzie and Stephen have volunteered to stay a few days to help make sure you two have a positive experience."

"Mrs. Chaplain, I am not going to let half the school leer at me and paw me all week. No way. I’d have no credibility or respect left. It’s alright for Gary, it’s a big macho thing and anyway all he can think about is shafting Shelley there."

Shelley opened her eyes wider and grinned.

"Michelle, the law not only gives me the power to have you stripped if necessary, but the responsibility to ensure that you fulfil the requirements of the Program."

"I’ll volunteer for that," said Gary.

"Bastard," I replied.

"That’s enough, both of you. Why don’t you strip off first, Gary? You can put your clothes in this basket. You’ll be shown where your clothes box is later today."

He could hardly get his clothes off quick enough, but then he IS a rugby player, so what can you expect?

"Your turn, Michelle," said Mrs. C.

"No chance. It might be okay for sluts, but it isn’t for me."

Shelley and Suzie just grinned at me, but Sam looked like I’d punched her in the gut. Stephen looked ready to kill me.

"I don’t think you should refer to Sam as a slut while her boyfriend’s here," said Suzie mildly.

Mrs. Chaplain spoke again. "If you remain on school property, I am required to see that you do remove your clothes. Please believe me, I do not want to use force."

"Do what you like. I’m out of here." I turned to go, but hadn’t noticed a security guard behind me. He was normally one of the district truant officers. He held my arm tightly.

"No, Mr. McCabe, let her go. Michelle, I am going to give you some time to think, so the guard here will take you home."

A whole lot of the other students were outside as I walked to his car. I got a few whistles and someone yelled, "Coward!"

When I got to the car, the guard opened one of the back doors and I got in. To my surprise, Suzie got into the car as well, on the other side.

"Where do you live?" asked the guard. I gave him my address.

The short drive felt like hours. None of us said a word.

When we got home, Suzie followed me out of the car. "Mind if I come in? Just to talk?"

"It won’t do you any good. What the hell. Okay."

She turned to the guard and said, "Thanks, I can get a taxi back." I had no intention of returning and didn’t want him hanging about either. He looked like he was about to say something, but then he changed his mind and left.

When we were inside, she asked, "Do you have any coffee? I’m gagging for a drink."

I was surprised. "You’re from up north, right?" She nodded. "I thought northerners drank tea."

She smiled. "You’re right. But in my case it’s always been coffee. My dad’s fault."

We sat in the lounge, drinking coffee, neither saying anything.

Eventually I started. "Well, say what you want to say, not that it’ll make any difference."

"First, calling Sam a slut when you don’t know her, apart from being wrong, was cruel."

"Why? You two weren’t bothered by it."

"Sam’s real mother always called her a slut. When Sam was forced into the Program, after a bad day she cut her wrists. Her mother wouldn’t even come to see her. She moved in with another girl and her mother and when she collected her stuff, her mother had trashed everything she had and left her a leaving present, a book for hookers. She’s still a bit sensitive about it."

"Shit, I didn’t know."

"No. And you don’t know me, or Shelley, except that Shelley likes to take her clothes off, but you feel happy to judge us. Yet we had no more choice than you did. When you do finally give in, do you want everyone to think of you as a slut?"

"I won’t give in."

"You’ll have to. If you want to go on to college or university or any decent job, you’ll need the grades the Program will give you."

"My parents are loaded. I’ll be okay."

"Is that really what you want? To depend on them all your life, because you were too scared to face one week in the Program that everyone else is going to go through?"

"No, but you don’t understand."

"No? Then make me understand."

"I’m popular because girls look up to me. I wear the right clothes, I do the right things. All my friends will despise me for this."

She laughed. She actually laughed.

"Yes, they might. If they aren’t friends. Mine still aren’t speaking to me. You think you’re class? I was a classy bitch and everyone knew it. Nobody crossed me."

"Well then. If you lost your friends, why should I?"

"Because I made better ones, real ones. Ones who cared about me, not what trainers or clothes I could buy. Remember Sam, the other slut? Having found a family that actually loved her, she moved out to make room for me, because she said I needed it more. And I know how much she missed them, because she spent ages on the phone to them every night. Name one of your friends that would do that."

I thought for a minute, then admitted, "I can’t."

"Actually, you’re lucky."

"Lucky, why?"

"Shelley’s sister, Heather was the first girl in the Program. She freaked out and ran and hid for hours when they made her strip. Because she hadn’t done the whole week, she had to do another whole week in the Program."

"Oh, great," I sighed. "So how does that make me lucky?"

"We got them to change the rules on that. Well actually the rules haven’t changed, but we suggested they use a little discretion. To give girls who panic a second chance."

"I’ll just move to another school where they don’t do the Program."

"Fine, and if it’s introduced there? Another school and another? You really want to keep on running?"

"It won’t be introduced everywhere that quickly."

"No, probably not. But if you’re so worried about what people think, do you really want to be known as the girl who was too scared, the girl who ran away."

I felt tears of frustration. She put an arm around me. "It’s okay."

"That’s easy for you to say."

"Would you like me to go back and strip off with you?"

"It’s easy for you. You’re used to it."

"Actually, I’m comfortable naked with people I know, or at my own school. But I still get nervous when I strip off with people I don’t know."

"Everyone will laugh at me."

"I doubt it. They’ll probably know you were scared, but you got the courage to get over it. What’s to laugh at?"

I couldn’t believe I was actually considering this. "Will you really go with me?"

"I knew I shouldn’t have volunteered to do that," she said and laughed.

I called a taxi and we were soon almost at school. To my surprise, not to mention the taxi driver’s, she started stripping off in the back of the taxi.

"Come on. If you arrive naked, one, that makes a better impression, and two, you won’t have to strip off in front of them. You want me to help you?"

"I can manage," I said. I couldn’t help noticing the taxi driver glancing in his mirror.

"I guess you two are in the Program? It was in the paper that it was starting soon in this area, but they didn't say which town. Come to think of it, didn’t I see one of your photos in the paper too?"

"Probably mine," said Suzie. "I’m just visiting, to help get it going here. Michelle’s your first Program girl, and she’s a bit scared right now, so look after her."

He handed me a card. "Here. Michelle, was it? If you need a cab, call me. If you get in any trouble, call me, and me and my mates will be there in no time."

"Thanks." I meant it.

"No snow. I just wish they had this Program rubbish when I was at school."

He had stopped around the corner from the school. "Are you ready?" he asked.

"As ready as I’ll ever be. How much is it?"

He shook his head. "On the house, this time. Good luck."

Without thinking I bent forward and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

We pulled up to the school gate, but he swept in and parked as close as he could get to the door. "It’s cold outside," he explained.

It was, bitterly. It was also beginning to rain. Grabbing our clothes, we both ran at full speed to get inside before we got too wet.

"We’d better go to Mrs. Chaplain’s office," said Suzie.

Shelley, Sam and Stephen were still in the office, but sitting around drinking coffee or tea like it was the normal thing to do with a headmistress.

"Well done, Michelle," said Mrs. Chaplain.

"Sam. Can I call you Sam? About what I said…"

"Don’t worry, it’s forgotten. Even by my overprotective boyfriend here."

He grinned at me.

Sam carried on, "We all say things we don’t mean when we’re upset or scared or angry. Sometimes I don’t know why the Townleys put up with me. I wasn’t exactly likeable to them at first."

"Now I’m confused. Your name is Townley, right?"

"No, my real name is Samantha Downing. But when the Townleys took me in, although Danielle, Mrs. Townley, said it would be wrong to change my name, just spiteful, I decided to use Townley as my stage name."

She turned to Mrs. Chaplain.

"Now I know she’s okay, I really have to go. Of course I haven’t got anything to wear back to the hotel, thanks to somebody." She made a playful punch at Shelley.

"Borrow my clothes," offered Suzie. "It’s freezing out there."

"It’s okay," she said. "My driver’s out the back and the car will be warm. It only took us twenty minutes to get here from the hotel and he’ll drive straight into the underground car park. Then I can get changed for the journey."

Shelley began to giggle. "You can wave to your fans from the car on the way to the hotel, just like the royals."

"But she'll be naked," I protested.

"And your point is..." Even Mrs. C laughed at that with the others.

Despite my nerves and Shelley's teasing, I couldn't help but join in.

"Where are you playing next?" Shelley asked Sam.

"Bristol, so it’s a long drive. Thank god I’ve got a night’s sleep in Bristol first though."

"Thanks for coming, Sam," said Mrs. C.

"That’s okay. You can thank me by looking after Michelle."

"We will, don’t worry," she replied.

When Sam had gone, and Stephen had gone with her to say goodbye, Mrs. C. turned to me and asked, "Ready for class?"

"Okay."