Michelle - Naked In School

Chapter 2

MONDAY (continued)

Mrs. C really surprised me by walking to class with me. Shelley and Suzie followed us.

At the classroom door, she said, "Good luck," then turned and left us alone.

"Do you want us to come in with you?" asked Suzie.

I nearly jumped at the chance. "No," I said. "I think I have to do this alone."

"We’ll be in the office if you need us."

As she turned to go, I said, "Suzie?"

"Yes? Change your mind?"

"No, just thanks."

I opened the door and walked in. I was about to apologise for being late, but everyone started clapping. I heard a few whistles and shouted comments, but they were ALL good… "Good on yer, Chell!" "You’ve got guts!"

When the noise’d died down and I’d made my way to my seat, Mr. Richards said, "Well done. Now although it’s long past the first five minutes, I think I am supposed to ask if you want relief."

I’d forgotten about that. No. To my surprise I could cope with being naked, but doing THAT in front of everyone, NO WAY.

"No, thank you, Sir."

"Very well, then we’ll continue. Where were we? Ah yes, someone was trying to explain why they didn’t know the main events in the English Civil War after they were supposed to have revised it last night. Do continue to enlighten us, Mr. Cromwell. Surely this should be family history for you?"

I had to laugh with the others.

At the end of the lesson, as soon as I got out of the classroom I was approached by one of the boys in the class. "I have a Reasonable Request." Damn, I’d forgotten about them. "I want to see your pussy."

"You can see it anyway."

"I mean properly."

I’m sure "properly" was the wrong word, but I knew what he meant. I sat down on one of the wooden benches, which had been placed in all the corridors, and put one leg up along the bench.

"Can you open it up? It’s a Reasonable Request."

The trouble was, it was, officially. It didn’t feel reasonable to me, but if there’s one thing all the lessons we’d had about the Program had made sure we knew, it was what someone had to do and what someone had a choice about. This was clearly what I had to do. If I was here, there was no point resisting. Why had I let that girl talk me into this?

"I said, can you…"

"Okay, it’s my first morning. Gimme a break, okay?"

I closed my eyes and held myself open. I opened my eyes again quickly because I could hear people around me. About half a dozen boys were pushing and shoving to get a better view.

"Don’t worry. There’s no hurry. She’s your slut for the week," said a familiar voice.

Roberta, one of my "friends". I slammed my legs shut so quickly I kneed one of the boys in the face.

"I never thought you’d do it," she sneered. "Even if it meant leaving school, they’d never make a slut out of me like that. Don’t think you’re sitting with me and Christine at lunch."

I could feel tears running down my face. I felt so ashamed, not of what I was doing, but that I’d let her get to me so easily.

But she wouldn’t let it go at that. "So Michelle’s a poor little baby as well as a slut, is she?"

Then Christine came round the corner. I really didn’t need this so I got up and began to walk away.

But Christine had spotted me. "Michelle, wait! What’s wrong?"

Roberta was furious. "I caught her being a slut and she didn’t like it. Come on. I told her she’s not sitting with us."

"Roberta, you’re a fucking bitch. She’s got more guts than you’ll ever have." I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Christine was the quiet one of us three. She followed Roberta and me around because it made her popular. Now she was standing up to Roberta!

"Here, let’s go to the toilets and wash your face for lunch." We left Roberta standing there open-mouthed.

Christine tried to lead me into the girls’ toilets.

"I can’t go in there, I have to use the boys’." Then when she started to follow me into the boys’ toilets, I stopped her. "Mrs. C’ll kill you if you come in here."

"Then she can tell me herself. I’m not leaving you."

"She can tell you what?" came a voice from behind us.

Oh, shit! Mrs. Chaplain.

"Do enlighten me, Christine. What can I tell you?"

"Not to go into the boys’ toilets, Ma’am."

"Certainly you can’t. But why would you want to?"

Christine hesitated, so I answered for her, "I was upset and Christine just wanted to help me clean my face up before lunch."

"Fine. Go ahead."

"You’re telling us to break the rules?" I asked, incredulous.

"No. I’m just telling you that some things are even more important than rules. Go on now, or you’ll both miss your lunch."

When I was cleaned up, I said to Christine, "I don’t deserve you. We’ve treated you like, well, not exactly nicely. Like you were honoured to be accepted by us."

"Forget it. Let’s get some lunch."

In the middle of lunch, Mrs. C walked in and banged a spoon on a table to silence everyone. "You can carry on eating, but be quiet so you can all hear what I have to say."

She waited till everybody shut up. "One of my staff told me an interesting tale a few minutes ago. Roberta Adams, come up here please."

Roberta looked worried. So would I be.

"I think it was made quite clear in the lessons what was and what was not acceptable behaviour towards a… naked participant in the Program. Was it not?"

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, Ma’am."

"And did calling someone a slut come under the category of acceptable behaviour?"

"No, Ma’am."

"No, you’re right, it didn’t. You’re in the Program for the rest of the day." Just like that. Wow!

"I can’t… You can’t do that."

"No? I just did."

"I’ll leave."

"If you walk out of this hall, you are suspended. Then, when you come back, you will be in the Program for a week. And that will not count as your Program week."

"I won’t come back."

"That’s up to you. In that case you will be able to consider yourself expelled."

"You can’t do that just because I called her a slut."

"I won’t be doing it. You will."

"Please, Mrs. C." Now she was crying. "I won’t do it again."

"No, you won’t. Here is the basket for your clothes. Finish your lunch, then decide if you want to stay here or not."

Roberta went to sit down at her table and I watched her play with her food.

I saw Shelley go over to her and pull up a chair.

"Do you mind if I go over there?" said Christine.

"Okay."

I got up as well and walked to where Mrs. C was eating. "Mrs. Chaplain?"

"Yes, Michelle."

"Can I say something er… without getting into trouble?"

"You mean can you speak freely?"

"Yes."

"Alright."

"That was cruel."

"And what she did to you wasn’t?"

"Even in the Program we get to undress in private the first time. You said yourself you thought that was important."

"She didn’t make fun of you in private. I’m sorry, Michelle. My decision stands."

"Even if it’s wrong?" asked Suzie. I hadn’t seen her behind me.

"I beg your pardon? You are speaking out of place, young lady."

"You asked us here to help things run smoothly. Did that mean only to help you with problems from the students, to persuade them to co-operate so you have a good Program? Or did you really want our experience, even if we say something you don’t like?"

"I told Dr. Reynolds I would value your experience…"

"Well, you’ve just made the same mistake he made when he started the Program. And you’re just about to make a mistake he didn’t make."

I thought Mrs. Chaplain would explode, but she took a deep breath.

"Okay. You’d better explain that. I thought I’d followed the recommendations completely."

"The first mistake Dr. Reynolds made was using the Program as a punishment. That’s how Heather was selected to be first. We know the rules let you do that, but if you do it, then how you do it is important."

"I’m listening."

"But you’re about to make a bigger mistake, which he didn’t do. He listened to the students in the Program and took notice of what we said. You’ve just dismissed what Michelle has said out of hand."

"I’ve already announced my decision."

"You told me a minute ago what you told Michelle and her friend..."

"Christine," I put in.

"Christine. That some things are more important than rules. Aren’t some things more important than whether a headmistress looks infallible?"

Mrs. Chaplain inhaled deeply and again I waited for the explosion. But it never came. Finally she nodded her head, turned to me and said, "Michelle, You may tell Roberta that if she wants to go to the toilets to get undressed in private, she can do so, so long as she brings her clothes in the basket back to me."

"Thank you, Mrs. C."

Mrs. C turned back to say more to Suzie, but I didn’t hear it. I ran to Roberta’s table. "Roberta, Roberta!"

"Come to gloat? Now I’m the crybaby." She was still crying.

"No. Mrs. C says that if you prefer, you can get undressed in the toilets, so long as you bring your clothes back to her."

"I can’t," she wailed. She was really distraught.

"So you’re going to quit school because you won’t strip for a few hours?"

"You don’t understand."

"At our school the Program had a lot of problems," said Shelley. "We had teachers that had it in for us, nobody who seemed to care if we were abused. But you know the thing that caused some of the worst problems?"

"What?"

"Not talking to each other when we really needed to. At first Heather tried handling everything on her own, instead of talking to us. Sam freaked out and instead of telling someone what was wrong, she tried to kill herself and nearly succeeded. Two girls were in love and were afraid to admit it to each other."

"So how does that help me?" she sniffed.

"Even the problems with bad teachers, we solved them by working together. Why do you think Suzie, Stephen and I are here this week? To help you guys through the first week. I love the Program, it can be great fun, but if you try to handle it on your own, it’ll be hell, I promise you."

"Come to the toilets with me?" I could barely hear this from Roberta, but the others did.

"Okay," said Shelley.

"And you, Christine?"

"Sure."

Roberta looked at me and I could see her eyes filling up with tears. She didn’t dare to ask me.

"Come on," I said, and took her hand.

When we got to the toilets, Shelley pushed the door shut and stood against it.

Roberta took off her jumper and T-shirt, then her trousers. She pulled her knickers down a bit. "See what I mean?"

She had a small scar just below where her knickers came up to. It was healed, but you could see a thin line even through her fair pubes.

"You can hardly see it, it’s not ugly or anything," said Christine, missing the point completely.

"Don’t be thick, Christine. She means it’s a caesarean scar," I said.

"Nobody knows."

"The year you had off with private tutors abroad?"

"I wasn’t abroad, Chell. I did have private tutors. My parents didn’t want anyone to know I’d disgraced the family."

"Didn’t you have the shot?"

"My parents thought I was the pure innocent girl who’d never been kissed. Remember, until the year before last, to get a three or six month shot you had to have parental consent? I was thirteen. I was too scared to tell them Rob and I were petting. One night we went too far. I thought it was my safe time of the month. Just my luck, I’m so damned irregular. By the time I knew for sure, I was three months gone."

I was spellbound. She’d been my friend for over four years and I’d never heard a word of this.

"Rob said he loved me, so we wouldn’t need to get an abortion. When they found out, my parents went ape. They sent me away to a boarding school for pregnant girls. They wanted the baby adopted. I wrote to Rob. He wrote back once, to say his parents were moving away and he was going with them. He didn’t give me an address. He said it was for the best."

"What happened to the baby?" asked Christine a second before I could.

"They took her away from me in the delivery room. The only thing I was told was that she was healthy."

"You poor thing." Christine hugged her tightly. As I went over to hug her too, I saw tears on Shelley’s cheeks. She stayed by the door, though, and let the three of us comfort each other.

After I stepped back again, I asked Roberta, "And nobody ever knew?"

"No. Now everyone will."

"I’m going to speak to Mrs. C."

I ran out and back to the staff tables. "Please, Mrs. C. Change your mind. Roberta’s got a really good reason not to strip and…"

"Well, if you tell me what it is."

"I… I can’t. Perhaps you can ask her yourself. I’m sure she’d tell you. But it’s really important. It’ll cause her a lot of problems."

"I’m not keen on reversing my decision. That could also cause a lot of problems. And you are asking me to do it without even telling me why."

"In the lessons you gave us, you said the way the Program was going to be run was based a lot on what the first girls said. You said the Committee trusted their recommendations."

"Yes."

"You picked me to be first girl here. I didn’t want to do it, I still don’t want to do it. But if I’m your guinea pig, can’t you trust me too?"

She looked at me, thoughtfully.

"All right. You can tell her to come to me. If she’s convinced you her punishment was unjust, I’ll accept your decision. But this time, walk, don’t run, through the dining hall, please."

"Thank you, Mrs. C." I felt like kissing her, but stopped just in time.

I walked through the hall, but before I got a few yards, I stopped. Coming through the doors together, both naked, were Roberta and Christine.

A buzz went around the hall, everyone talking at once. Every now and again I could pick up the odd word, caesar and baby.

They walked up to Mrs. C’s table and put the basket down in front of her.

"Michelle had just persuaded me to change my mind." Roberta took my hand and squeezed it. "And Shelley persuaded me to do it anyway."

Mrs. C and Suzie both smiled at that. "Shelley can be very persuasive," said Mrs. C.

"And usually right, even if she is a bit over-enthusiastic sometimes," put in Suzie.

"She told me it was no good hiding things for years. It would only make me unhappy and always scared someone would find out. And I realised that she was right."

Mrs. C had taken one glance at the tiny scar and understood at once. "What are you going to say when it gets back to your parents? Because it will. You must know that."

"I don’t know."

"If you have any problems, call the school counsellor and she can call me. Okay?"

"Thanks, Mrs. C."

"Now, Christine. This is a little unexpected."

"The three of us are together now. But I want to stay like this all week. It’ll make things a bit easier for Michelle."

"You have the right to go naked, but you are not in the Program and aren’t available for Requests, Reasonable or otherwise."

"I understand."

"You, however, for this afternoon at any rate, are," said Mrs. C to Roberta. "Are you also planning on staying naked all week?"

"I don’t know. I’m not sure I’m as brave as Michelle and Christine."

Mrs. C smiled.

Mrs. C got up to make the announcement. "You will have noticed that both Roberta Adams and Christine Quinn are now naked. Roberta is in the Program for this afternoon ONLY, and IS subject to non-touching Reasonable Requests for this afternoon. Christine is naked on a voluntary basis and is NOT available for Requests of any sort. Thank you, everybody."

Before we left the dining hall, both Roberta and I were asked to show our pussies. We sat on two chairs side by side, holding hands while we did it.

Christine sat next to Roberta on her other side. Although she wasn’t having to spread her pussy lips or anything, I noticed she wasn’t exactly keeping her legs together.

When the bell went, I got up and said, "Come on, you two sluts, we’ve got lessons to go to."