Tina - Naked In Teacher Training College

Chapter 1

MONDAY

I am supposed to start this journal by introducing myself. I am Tina Cornell. I’m eighteen years old and in my first year at Teacher Training College.

I got the name Tina from my grandmother. She was a fan of a Prime Minister in the 1980s, whose catchphrase was "There Is No Alternative" or TINA.

She ended up naming me because my mother died in childbirth. Yes, it’s rare nowadays, but it does still happen. My father disappeared the same night, saying he couldn’t cope with a baby on his own and I’ve never seen him. I later found out that what he actually said was, "I don’t want a baby that killed my Carly." Carly was my mother’s name.

My grandmother destroyed all photos of my father, so I don’t even know what he looks like. She never liked him anyway, she insisted.

I have to say something about what I think about sex and why.

My grandmother had my mother when she was nearly forty, so she was almost sixty when I came along.

To be fair to her, she tries to be up-to-date, but she’s still got a lot of her old-fashioned attitudes.

"Nice Girls Don’t" is her catchphrase.

Whatever other girls did, Nice Girls Don’t.

If it was wearing miniskirts – Nice Girls Don’t.

Going braless? Nice Girls Don’t. (She nearly had a heart attack the first time I wore a bikini! Victorian or what?)

Kissing – okay, but not with tongues. You guessed it, Nice Girls Don’t. That didn’t stop me of course.

Petting – she didn’t have a word to say about that, because I never told her when I’d actually let a boy touch my breasts for the first time. And she really WOULD have had a heart attack if I told her that I used to give my boyfriends handjobs. I even once gave one a blowjob, but he came in my mouth and held my head so I couldn’t pull away. I nearly choked and he tasted horrible. I never did it again.

Sex. I guess most boys got the message long before we got to that. I was a Nice Girl and Nice Girls Don’t.

Actually I do go braless sometimes, and I do wear miniskirts, though not the ultra minis that are so popular nowadays.

But there are more important things than sex. Like my career.

I’ve wanted to be a teacher for as long as I can remember. I even used to give reading lessons to the young children I baby-sat. That made me really popular with parents, so I was never short of customers or pocket money.

My grandmother loved the idea of teaching until she read about the Program. (See Program Pamphlet) "You’ll have to look at all these teenagers naked and doing things to each other," she objected.

It’s just as well that the Program hadn’t been introduced at our school. (I’ve heard it gets introduced there next year.)

Most of us arrived at the campus on Sunday night, but apparently my roommate was delayed due to a hurricane on the island where she’d been on holiday. She’d miss the whole first week.

The first hour at college the next morning was taken up with registration procedures. Then we all went into the Theatre for a presentation. A man in a dark suit addressed us.

"I’d like to welcome all our new students this year. I hope your three years with us will prove rewarding, both in terms of your career and your personal development. You have a lot to live up to. Your predecessors here have consistently produced some of the highest marks in both coursework and examinations, beating most of the universities and nearly all other colleges and I’m sure that you will all do your best to follow their example.

"Those of you who took the trouble to read the Welcome Pack we sent you last month will know that we, like all other teacher training establishments, have introduced a new feature to our course this year.

"Most of you will have heard of the Naked in School Program…"

There were sniggers around the room at this. You’d have had to have been on a different planet not to have heard about it. Two years ago, the first girls in the Program had made headlines almost wherever they went. The first school was still known as Slut School, even more so since "Reasonable Request", the film about it had been in all the cinemas last summer.

"Thank you, I do expect a little more maturity here. You are training to teach at a school, you are not children in one.

"Now if we can have the lights down, please watch and listen to a short presentation on the screen."

The theatre curtain behind him was raised and a screen was revealed behind it.

The image on the screen was immediately familiar. A girl, barely older than I am, but already a household name for a ruthless interview technique and documentaries on every subject you could imagine that nobody else would dare to do. There were even rumours of death threats against her after one of her documentaries linked organised religion and child abuse.

"Hello. I am Heather Hoover and I’ve been asked to give you a short introduction to the Program.

"You may well know that, with the exception of a failed attempt to launch the Program in England once before, I was the first student in the Program in this country. At that time I was a shy young girl absolutely terrified at the very thought of suddenly being naked in front of everyone I knew. And as for having them touch me, if possible that was even more terrifying.

"The first few weeks of the Program were a rollercoaster for all of us on it. Everything you could imagine went wrong. But despite all that, all ten of us, when asked in an inquiry if we thought the Program should continue, said an emphatic yes, but with changes.

"The biggest problem was the total lack of training and understanding of the staff. This was a pilot Program and they were learning, just as we were. Many recommendations were made at the end of those two incredible weeks.

"One of the recommendations was that all teachers should go through the Program in college so they would understand what it was like for their future students and be able to support them."

Go through it? What did she mean? By the whispering around me, everyone else was thinking the same as me.

"Don’t blame your college. Don’t blame the government. This one’s down to me. You are going to be responsible for teenagers going through one of the most exciting, but potentially traumatic, times in their lives and you owe it to them to be prepared.

"But I must say this. Don’t treat the Program as another module to get through, or a week to survive somehow. Treat it as an opportunity for your own development. All ten of us were changed by our time in the Program, and changed for the better.

"Approach it with enthusiasm and with an open mind and not only will it be an exciting time for personal growth, it’ll be great fun too, as my sister, Shelley would emphatically tell you."

The lights went back up and the College Principal spoke again.

"Legislation was passed last July to force teacher training establishments to introduce a compulsory Program module. The guidelines for implementing that module came out three weeks ago. Without a satisfactory pass in the Program module, you will not be able to get a teaching job, at any level, in this country.

"Current teachers will need a satisfactory pass in the Program module to change jobs or renew their certification.

"Although I do not count myself a supporter of the Program, I believe the argument that future teachers should experience it before they are made responsible for those in the schools going through it is a valid one. I trust that students here will put as much diligence into your Program module as you will into every other module."

He stopped there and looked around the room, waiting for the general murmuring to die down. As I’d yet to meet anyone sitting near me, I sat there quietly, and just a little bit stunned.

"Now I am going to read out a list of names. If your name is called, please come up to the stage and put all your clothes in whichever of these baskets has your name on it. You may collect them at the end of the week. If you are going off campus, you may wear clothes, but on campus, you must remain naked at all times, with some exceptions made for safety according to the Program Rules. Those who reside off campus will be found rooms on campus for their week in the Program.

"However, you are only subject to Reasonable Requests from twenty to nine in the morning, until twenty past four in the afternoon, but not during lectures, tutorials or seminars and not during the first half hour of lunch. So unless you have free periods during the day that effectively means just twenty minutes before first class, half an hour after lunch and twenty minutes after last class. Requests before the first class and after the last class will take place in the main hall or outside it. Requests during the second half hour of lunch will take place in the canteen or outside it.

"At weekends you will be available for requests for half an hour after lunch each day either in the canteen or outside it. In addition, you will be available for requests, from those in your own accommodation block only, on Saturday evening from eight until ten in the evening. Your naked time however, will continue until nine am next Monday."

He began to read out names. This time there was absolute silence followed by an "Oh well, better get it over with." from the first man whose name was called out.

The first girl shrieked slightly.

Other reactions differed. A few gasped, some simply walked to the front silently, others groaned.

"…Tina Cornell…" Oh, God. That’s my name. There was nothing for it, I decided, but to walk out the front. After all, I told myself rather bitterly, There Is No Alternative.

When I found the basket with my name on it, it was easy taking off my jumper. My T-shirt didn’t bother me too much either. I fumbled a little over the zip on my skirt, aware that some of the men in the front row were looking at us all with speculative eyes.

I caught my bra strap and managed to twist the catch. I was so embarrassed about looking stupid that I pulled it until the catch snapped and didn’t even think that I was suddenly topless in a room full of people.

My knickers were a different story. I hesitated, then realising that nearly everyone else had finished, I yanked them down quickly, tried not to think what I was doing, and put them in the basket.

"Thank you, ladies and gentlemen. You may return to your seats."

I felt like every eye was on me as I walked down the side aisle back to my seat. Even worse was squeezing past everyone until I reached my seat in the middle of the row.

I’m glad they gave us pamphlets with all the things they were trying to tell us, everything from what study modules we would have this term, to introducing the teaching staff, as well as practical things like canteen meal times, bar opening hours, office opening hours, dress codes (for those lucky enough to be able to wear clothes!) etc., as I didn’t hear a word of the rest of the usual college introductory lectures.

"Now, to those of you in the Program this week…" I was suddenly alert again. "...If you haven’t got your shot up to date, go to the dispensary now. Anyone else who hasn’t got their shot up-to-date, I advise you to do so sometime during the week."

I don’t know about up-to-date, I’d never had a shot. The shot, for anyone that doesn’t know, is a contraceptive injection that also provides protection against sexually transmitted diseases. It’s supposed to be virtually one hundred percent effective within a few hours. In the TV ads some manufacturers claim that theirs is over ninety-five percent effective in half an hour, but the girls at school had always said it was better to wait a day, not that they all did. Depending on the shot, it lasted anything from a month to a year, though the full-year one was withdrawn last year due to side effects, so most of my friends used the six-month shot.

I had no intention of being one of those Program girls that ends up having sex, but I was told that if I was in the Program I had to have it.

By the time they’d finished, it was time for lunch. As most people headed for the canteen, I decided that I wasn’t hungry and went to my room.

I stayed there until it was time for the first lesson in the afternoon and quickly grabbed my bag and ran to class. That way there was no time for anyone to stop me with a Reasonable Request. Although our notes about the Program had said that touching requests were not permitted on the first day, I still didn’t want to be stopped and have to pose.

The first lesson was Child Development. I had covered quite a lot of that before, at school, so it was pretty boring, and even worse, gave me even more time to think and feel sorry for myself.

Unlike in school, there were no real breaks between lessons; we just went straight from one lesson to another. At least this meant no time for requests.

At the end of the final lesson we were told that we would have to have our first day’s journal ready to hand in at the end of the first lesson tomorrow morning.

After the final lesson I dashed quickly to the toilet. I was about to go into the cubicle to sit down, when an older woman stepped in front of me. "I think you are in the wrong toilets, young lady."

SHIT. I’d forgotten that we had to use the toilets of the opposite sex. I walked into the gent’s and had to laugh. One of the boys was so shocked at seeing me that he zipped up his fly and caught his penis in it. "I shouldn’t have laughed," I said, "I’m sorry."

I went into the cubicle and sat down for a pee. He was still there checking his sore penis when I came out.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, no lasting damage."

"Sorry I laughed at you. I’ve been wound up tight like a bloody spring. And it just seemed to release the tension."

"After that, you don’t fancy releasing my tension, I suppose?"

He must have seen my reaction.

"Hey, I’m joking. Are you always this jumpy?"

"Oh, piss off."

I began to walk away, but he grabbed my arm.

"Hey, I wasn’t being nasty, and you did laugh at me. What’s wrong?"

"Isn’t it obvious?"

"No. What?" He looked really puzzled.

"I’m naked, stupid. I have to go around this whole damned college like this all week. Isn’t that bad enough?"

"Not from where I’m standing. You’re lovely, so what’s the problem?"

"Oh, yeah, right. Okay, I’m not ugly, but nobody in his right mind would call me lovely."

"First you make me injure myself. Now you say I’m not in my right mind. Is that how you chat up all the boys or is it reserved especially for me?" He tried to look injured.

I giggled.

"You know, if you stay this uptight, you really are gonna have trouble this week."

"I know," I said miserably. "But I just don’t DO this sort of thing. I’m not that sort of girl."

"A quick shag’s out of the question then?"

At first I was cross, then I realised… "You’re laughing at me."

"You laughed at me, so it’s only fair."

"Okay, we’re quits."

"You coming over to the canteen? I was stuck in traffic when I popped into town at lunchtime, so I missed lunch. Was it anything decent?"

"I don’t know. I didn’t go."

"Then you must be as hungry as I am. Come on, I’ll buy you a bite to eat."

"It’s okay. I’m just going back to my room."

He looked as though he’d just understood me.

"You missed lunch because you were scared to go in there naked, didn’t you?" I nodded. "And how long are you going to stop eating to try and avoid people?"

"All week. I can buy chocolate and stuff from the shop and eat in my room."

"You really want to hide in your room all week? It won’t stop people anyway. Look, it’s only ten past four. There won’t be that many people in there."

"I’m okay. I’m better in my room."

"Hang on a minute. I’ve got a Reasonable Request." I must have looked frightened. "Now I wonder what you’re thinking. Will he ask me to spread my legs? Will he want a close-up look?"

"If you’re going to make fun of me, I’m going."

"You can’t, It’s before 4.20 and I have a Reasonable Request."

"Okay. I’ve got no choice. How do you want me?"

"I want you to walk with me to the canteen."

"Look, you’re being very sweet, but I really don’t want to go in there."

"You do, you’re just scared. Look, we’ve got nine minutes to go. Walk with me. Which block are you in?"

"2C."

"Next to mine, 2D. We’ll drop off our bags and before we get to the canteen it’ll be 4.20 and if you really aren’t hungry, you can turn round and come back without going in."

"And look a right idiot."

He smiled as he answered, "Possibly." I had to admit he did have a nice smile.

As we walked out together, I was approached. "I have a Reasonable Request. Show me your pussy."

The boy I was with simply said, "Another time, she’s already doing a Reasonable Request for me." I thought the other boy was going to hit him for a minute, but he stood his ground.

As the other boy walked away disappointed, I turned to the boy I was with. "Thank you." I could feel myself shaking and hot tears beginning to run out of my eyes. Embarrassed I turned away, but he’d seen.

He walked round to the front of me and pulled me into his arms.

"I’m sorry if I’m touching when I’m not allowed to, but I think you need a hug."

Crying on boys’ shoulders isn’t exactly my style, but his hair smelt nice and his arms around me made me feel protected.

I went with him to his room and he left his bag, then we dropped mine off at my room.

I walked towards the canteen with him. "Look, it’s 4.20. You don’t have to obey my Reasonable Request any more. It’s your choice now. Will you do me the honour of accompanying me to the canteen?" He bowed low.

I giggled like a schoolgirl. "The honour is mine, Sir." I made a bad attempt at a curtsy.

We both got our meals and drinks and he walked to a table by the big glass windows.

"Can we sit away from the windows? I feel a bit exposed there."

"You are exposed. People are going to be looking at you all week. Do you really think that sitting away from the window is going to help?"

"I guess not."

"You know I’ve never held a naked girl in my arms before when I didn’t even know her name."

"It’s Tina, Tina Cornell. And what’s the name of my knight in shining armour?"

"You promise not to laugh?"

"Okay," I said, already giggling.

"Do you always giggle so much?"

"Never normally. Does it bother you? I’ll try to stop. I think it’s just nerves."

"No, don’t stop. I like it. The name’s Henry. Henry Charles James Roberts to be precise."

"Henry? Where did you get a name like that? I guess your parents like names of kings?"

"Yeah. Comes from having a history writer as a father. I come from a big family, all girls apart from me. Seven girls, then finally I arrive, so what name do I get?"

"I get it, Henry the eighth. That’s really funny."

"Not when you’re stuck with it, it isn’t. And my sisters’ names all begin with A, B, C, up to G, so it had to be Henry next, or Horace, or Hubert, or Harold."

We laughed again.

"Thank you for that hug. I really needed it. And I needed to laugh."

"You sure did." We went all serious suddenly. "Why the problem with the Program?"

"I guess I was just brought up that ‘nice girls don’t’." I’m ashamed to admit it, but I made those ridiculous quotation marks with my fingers when I said that.

"Don’t what?"

"Don’t do much actually. I live with my grandmother and she freaked out the first time I wore a bikini."

"God, how bad is that?"

"She’d burst a blood vessel if she could see me now, naked in public, and sitting with a boy as well."

"What will she think tomorrow, when you have to let people touch you?"

"I haven’t told her we have the Program here. She wanted me to give up teaching just when it was introduced into schools."

"Why?"

"You’ll have to look at all these teenagers naked and doing things to each other," I said, doing my best impression of her.

Henry laughed. "So you’ve never been with a boy?"

"Nope. A genuine virgin college girl. I’m a real live fossil."

"I think you’re cute."

"Thank you, even if you don’t mean it."

"Why wouldn’t I mean it? You’ve got a cute little nose, and those freckles make you look sweet."

"You mean I look like a twelve-year-old."

"Sorry, Tina," he said, pointing a finger at my chest, "but those are a bit of a giveaway that you’re not twelve. And you’ve got the cutest butt on campus."

"Yeah, right."

"Okay, one of the cutest. It can’t compete with mine of course."

He’d made me giggle again.

"Can I just say something? Don’t tell everyone you’re a virgin. You’ll get every slime trying to be nice to you to break you in."

"Thanks. I’ll remember that."

"Including me."

"You want to have sex with me?"

"I’d have to be crazy NOT to want to have sex with you. You’re lovely and sweet, not to mention hot."

"Thanks for the warning."

"Have you really never been with a boy? These days that’s incredible. Never done anything?"

"I’ve given boys handjobs, and I gave one boy a blowjob, but he nearly choked me so I never did it again."

"Idiot."

"Why does that make me an idiot?" I asked, feeling hurt.

"Don’t be so defensive. I meant HIM, not you."

"Oh, okay."

"So what else have you done?"

"I let a few boys play with these, but that’s all."

"You mean you’ve never had anyone touch your pussy." At my reaction, he continued, "Don’t tell me, nice girls don’t call it that."

"Well they don’t. And no, I haven’t."

"No wonder you’re worried about this week."