Rosie - Naked In School

Chapter 8

MONDAY.

The teacher at the front door stopped me as I walked in the main door. "Ah, Rosie. Headmistress wants to see you."

I should have known what it was. It was a Monday. It was my final term. But at our last school, anyone in the Program simply stripped off in their first class, so I didn’t guess. And I was protected anyway, right?

It was only when I realised that there were exactly six of us in the office, three boys, three girls, all in our final year, that I guessed.

By the time Mrs. Chaplain and that Shelley woman came out of the inner office, I was already crying. "I can’t do this. Please Headmistress, choose someone else."

"You know I’m not allowed to do that, Rosie. You’ll manage, just as others have. Your fellow participants will help you."

I just felt numb. God couldn’t be doing this to me. I just stood there, and let the other two girls undress me. I don’t think I even realised that I was finally naked when they led me out between them.

It was the cheering which "woke me up". I was naked and they were all looking at me. Okay, I know they weren’t ALL looking at ME, but it felt like that.

One of the teachers came out of the staff room and looked at us in a bored way. He tapped his watch. "Classes everyone."

I ran to my first class, just to get away from the crowd. Of course that didn’t help as when I walked into my first lesson, I was greeted by a whistle.

Of course then everyone DID look at me. Including my sister Jasmine. The look of horror on her face made me feel even worse.

"Way to go, Rosie," someone called. I didn’t notice who.

Mr. Cranwell, the teacher asked me if I wanted relief. It didn’t even register what he’d asked and I managed to say, "Pardon?"

"I’m supposed to ask you if you want relief."

I just shook my head and half-ran to my seat. I was in such a hurry to sit down, I fell off the seat backwards.

"Nice pussy," said Kevin, a boy who sat near me. I’d fallen with my legs apart and I put my hands over my crotch. I quickly closed my legs and got up and sat down. The laughter subsided.

Thank God the first lesson was Maths and Mr. Cranwell took pity on me and didn’t ask me to go out the front of the class.

At the end of the lesson, I just sat there, not sure what to do. I think I probably looked so terrified that everybody was scared to ask me to pose.

Nobody even spoke to me, except Karen, the one who smeared semen on my face the week before. "You know, your body’s not bad. Why be ashamed of it?"

I couldn’t answer.

"Well, at least there’s one good thing."

"What’s that?"

"You won’t be known as prissy Rosie by the end of this week."

I think she actually meant it kindly, but I burst into tears and she left me alone. Where had Jasmine gone when I needed her?

The next lesson was Biology, with Miss. Bryson. I was almost late as I’d had to stop in the toilets to wash my face and one of the girls had reminded me that I had to use the boys’ toilets. There was only one boy in there but I could see in the mirror that he was watching me th whole time.

As soon as I entered the class, it was "Do you want to request relief?"

I understood the question this time. "No."

"Please come out the front, Rosie, isn’t it?"

"Yes."

I’m not normally that abrupt, but I didn’t feel like being polite. I know it wasn’t her fault, but it felt like it.

"Now we were studying the organs," she went on. "I am going to call out the name of an organ or body part and I want someone to come and draw it, in the correct position, on Rosie, with this marker pen."

"Oh, and I should warn you. Get it wrong and you are in your underwear for the rest of the lesson."

One of the boys asked, "What if we don’t wear underwear?"

"You’ll have to be doubly sure that you get it right then, won’t you?"

Some of the girls giggled.

"Okay, Rosie. Please turn your back to the class. Who can show me the location of the kidneys?"

Nobody answered. "If nobody answers, I will pick you at random," warned Miss Bryson, "so you are better off answering the ones you know."

One of the girls came up and drew kidney shapes on me.

"That is correct." She breathed a sigh of relief that I could hear clearly, even if the class couldn’t.

"You can turn round now, Rosie."

I faced the class, but my eyes were firmly on the floor in front of me, where I was wishing a hole would open up to swallow me.

My appendix was next and a boy drew it on me. He knelt down to do it so his face was level with my vagina. I leaned back against the cold blackboard for support, otherwise I knew I was going to faint.

"Close enough," said Miss Bryson.

Soon I was covered in shapes from the marker.

"The spleen," she said. Kevin volunteered. He took the marker and drew on my left nipple. I was shocked by the sudden liberty, but even more shocked that my nipple reacted and grew hard.

"Kevin. That is wrong and you know it. Strip," said Miss Bryson.

"It was worth it," he said, taking down his trousers.

"And if anyone else tries to abuse Rosie like that, you will be joining her in the Program. There is no touching today."

Of course, when she got to the lungs and heart, they had to draw, at lest partly, on my breasts. And I felt my nipples hardening again.

She had just said, "the bladder" when the bell went. "Forget that. Rosie, take this cream to get the marker pen marks off."

It did get the marks off, but not without a lot of rubbing and I made some parts of my skin, like my breasts, quite sore before the marks would come off.

It at least got me out of having to do poses again. I felt like maybe I was being protected after all.

Chemistry was next. Wonderful! I had to wear a long lab coat as we were handling acids. For the first time that day, I could relax. I relaxed too much and dropped a beaker. Thankfully it was an empty one.

Chemistry was a double lesson, but he let us have a five minute break. After the second part of Chemistry, half of my first day would be done. But before that, in the break I finally had to face what are supposedly Reasonable Requests. He told me I’d have to go into the corridor for the break, naked, of course.

A passing boy immediately said, "I have a Reasonable Request. Can I see your pussy?"

"You can see all of me already," I answered.

"No. Properly, with your legs open."

I sat down on one of the benches provided in the corridors for just this purpose and tried to imagine I was anywhere but here.

I was brought rudely back to school by, "Well, open your legs then."

It took a real effort to force them open. Then, to my horror, he got down and put his face between my legs. I nearly got up, but he said, "Hey, I’m only looking."

He got up and I was about to stand up when Kevin said, "Don’t bother to stand. I want to look too. But can you open your pussy properly, please?"

"What?"

"Hold your pussy lips open."

One of the girls said, "It is a Reasonable Request, Rosie."

I knew it was, worst luck.

Trying unsucessfully to imagine myself ANYWHERE but here, I pulled my vaginal lips apart. It was even worse when he got right down to try to look up inside me.

At that moment, Jasmine walked by. I saw a look of disgust on her face. I got up quickly and tried to run after her, but there were too many boys in the way.

Then the bell went and I half-walked, half-ran back into the classroom and donned my protective lab-coat again.

At lunch all of us participants were told to go to the head of the queue to get our lunch first. That meant walking naked past everybody else. I felt like everyone was staring at me, and maybe they were, I didn’t dare look at any of them.

The participants all ate at one table, the idea to give us a break. That Shelley woman came to join us. She was naked too. The others were asking her various questions, mainly about what was and wasn’t reasonable from tomorrow when they could actually ask to touch us.

That thought put me right off my food. My heart raced as I listened to the things I was going to have to do, starting tomorrow. It’s just my body they’re going to abuse, I told myself. It’s not really me.

After half an hour, we each had to go to a different table to be available for poses. It isn’t really me, I kept telling myself. The rest of lunch hour went by in a dream. I could hear what they were asking, and did what they asked, but my mind was on tomorrow. But none of the poses were as bad as with Kevin. I think they could see I was nervous. The worst one was having to bend over with my legs apart so they could see my bottom better.

I didn’t really notice much the first part of the afternoon. I know that sounds stupid, but the first class came and went and so did the requests. In Art I had to pose, but not with legs wide open or anything like that. But after Art, I had some more requests which I remember vividly.

"Can you bend over and hold your arsehole open?"

It isn’t me. It’s just my body, I told myself again. But inside I felt like I was dying. And it got worse.

"Can you sit with your legs apart and stick your fingers in yourself, please?"

I tried to think if I had to do it. I was pretty sure I did. I closed my eyes and pushed two fingers a little way into my vagina.

I began repeating to myself, over and over again, It isn’t me. It’s just my body. It isn’t me. It’s just my body.

My thoughts were interruped by "Further than that."

This was awful. I pushed my two fingers right inside me.

"Now can you use a finger from each hand and stretched your vagina open as much as you can, please?"

Why say please? I thought. To give it the fiction of a request?

It actually hurt a bit when I pulled my vagina open like that. Am I crazy to say that actually made me feel better?

Someone had just asked me to see how many fingers I could get up inside me when the bell went. Thankfully I got up and wandered into my final lesson, English.

I am never the most talkative, but I didn’t answer a single question in English.

Afterwards, as I was about to get dressed, I got asked for a couple more open leg poses. I heard a boy say, "I can’t wait to cop a feel of that tomorrow."

I got dressed quickly after that. On the way home, all I could think about was what he’d said.

I’d barely got through Monday, and that was no touching day. How was I going to cope with the next four days?

"God, Why?" I prayed. "I trusted you!"

"You seem a little preoccupied this evening. Is there anything wrong?" asked my foster dad.

I couldn’t share it with them. They’d been so good to us after Mum and Dad died, but they were in their sixties, they just wouldn’t understand. He’d probably try to take me out of school or something.

Jasmine came in later in the evening. When I managed to get her alone, I asked angrily, "Where did you go to after first lesson? I needed you."

"You seemed to manage quite well without me, from what I saw later. Did you let him lick you on no touching day?"

"No," I shouted, horrified. "Of course I didn’t."

"It looked like it from where I was. Why didn’t you just refuse to strip?"

"You can’t. They get someone else to undress you," I wailed, but she’d gone.

Later she came into my room. "I’m sorry. This morning I was thinking about how I’d cope if I get picked. And I know I won’t."

"I’m scared, sis. About tomorrow. I don’t know what to do."

"You’ll find a way," she assured me.

She kissed me goodnight and I lay awake for ages, wondering what on earth I could do tomorrow.