Chapter 1

Sometimes there are hoots and stuff, kids teasing their friends if their name gets called. But mostly everyone is either nervous, waiting to see if it's them, or glad once they know it's not them. Being naked in front of everyone you know is, in a word, scary and terrifying.

Okay, that's two words. Sorry.

As a ninth grader, I'd been trying to decide if I wanted to join either the Junior Sex League or True Love Waits. My friend, Purity Hastings, was already in TLW, and wanted me to join with her. I wasn't sure. They were having some events this week, including a protest against the Naked in School program on Monday, and I wanted to go to that and see how it made me feel.

I'm not really a prude or anything, like some of the girls in TLW, but I am terribly shy. Introverted is a better word. The NiS program promised some great things to help girls like me overcome their shyness, but showing off my body, to boys, just didn't seem like the best way to do that. Frankly, I was terrified by the idea. And I guess I deep down inside hoped, hoped, hoped that the TLW protest might do something, make a change, before it came my time to spend my week being naked.

Too late.

As they started saying the names, I found myself holding my breath, praying to God that I wouldn't be called. "... and Daisy Young," they said, reading off the final name. My heart stopped. I was the last name called. I thought I'd survived, and then I realized I hadn't. I couldn't breathe. I was going to go to the office, and walk out later, totally nude. Totally, totally, totally nude. That's all I could think. Totally. Nude. In front of everyone. Totally.

I stopped breathing. Or started again. I'm not sure which. "No, no, no, no, no," I said, "This can't be happening. Not now. Not this week." But it was happening. And it was happening right now, to me, this week. I wasn't going to be rescued. By TLW or anyone else.

I kept repeating that, "No, no no." So much that Mrs Stevens finally needed to take me to the nurse's office. Purity, my friend, went with me, assuring me it would be alright, that she'd help me through it. The nurse, Miss Burton, gave me a sedative, and then helped me to the principal's office. Everyone else was already there, waiting. For me. I was still crying, still wishing this was just a bad, bad dream, and that someone, anyone, eventually might jump out and go, "April Fool." But no one did. No one. It was totally happening. To me.

Principal Johnson led me over to a couch with some other girls. I realized they were Program girls, too, and that pretty soon all four of us would be naked. That wasn't a good thought, because it just made me start crying some more. Why was this happening to me? Why this week? Principal Johnson offered me a tissue, and helped me wipe my nose, then started talking. As he did, the sedative slowly started taking effect, and I guess I started to relax a little. Then I would think about being naked, in front of everyone, and I'd start crying again.

It took him about five minutes to explain how the program worked, and what benefits we could expect from it. I was too numb to really listen. All I could think was how I'd soon be walking out of that office without my clothes on. I wanted the floor to open up and swallow me whole.

I guess I started to get less numb, or the sedative started to do whatever it was supposed to do, because I started noticing that Chastity Smith was arguing with him. As the president of True Love Waits, she said it wasn't fair, that she hadn't been chosen at random, that she'd been picked because of who she was, and that they purposely picked her for that week to make it harder for TLW to have their protest.

I brightened, looking at Mr Johnson, hoping that maybe Chastity was right, and that they'd admit they'd made some kind of mistake, and call the whole thing off. He only glared back at her, forcing her back into her seat and making her be quiet.

He finished explaining the rules. I kind of already knew what they were. He talked about pictures. I'd have to pose for pictures with anyone who asked nice enough. I felt my heart sink about another foot. He reminded us that we would need to use the bathrooms and locker rooms of the opposite sex. My stomach dropped another foot. I knew that, of course, but hearing him say it really drove it home. I'd be showering with boys. All week. How humiliating was that going to be?

I guess I need to describe myself here for a minute. I've always been small for my age. I'm five-feet-even, if I stand on tiptoe, and eighty-five pounds. I'm what my mom calls a late bloomer, so my breasts are still on the small side. She calls them fried egg size, which is a step up from the mosquito bites they used to be. Not being as big as most of the other girls is one thing that adds to my shyness. I have pussy hair, but it's thin and really light blonde, like the hair on my head, so it almost looks like I don't have any. And then I'm thin. So you kind of see why I'm so embarrassed to have everyone see me naked.

And then it was time. Mr Johnson asked who wanted to go first. Two boys volunteered. I'd seen a couple other boys naked, of course, when they had to do their weeks in the program. I'd even had a couple of naked boys come in the bathroom while I was in there, and one time a boy in the locker room when I was there. But I'd never really looked at any of them. It seemed like I shouldn't. So I didn't.

At first I looked away, looking at the floor and then at the bookcase to my right. I noticed that Chastity was doing the same thing. At first. But then I noticed she started sneaking peeks. I decided to look and see what she was seeing. By then, both boys were totally nude. My eyes were drawn to their cocks. They looked to me like two gigantic thumbs sticking out of some hair. I kept looking. They didn't look all that horrible, actually. Not as horrible as I imagined they would. I looked again at Chastity. She seemed to be thinking the same thing. I think that's when I finally started thinking, that maybe if Chastity could do this, so could I.

I took a deep breath and told myself, this isn't anything new. A ton of other people have done it before, and a ton of people will do it later. It's totally normal, I thought. Totally, totally normal.

Even if it wasn't.

A twelfth-grade girl went next, Marissa. She had big breasts, and her pussy hair was shaved into a straight line above her slit. She looked totally slutty. I wondered if I'd ever be like that. I doubted it. My boobs would probably never get bigger than A or a B-cup size, and I didn't have enough pubic hair to worry about doing anything interesting with it. Besides, why would I want that kind of attention?

Chastity went next. She protested some more, but Mr Johnson convinced her she had the opportunity to show people how a person of "strong moral character" overcomes temptation and keeps her dignity. He said she could actually be an inspiration to others, and I knew already she was mine.

Once Chastity had all her clothes in the box they provided, the other two boys went. One of them, Phil Peterson, had a slightly bigger cock, and I took the opportunity to sneak some peeks at it. I thought a little about what it would be like to have sex with a boy, and to do things with a boy's penis. To my surprise, I found myself getting aroused.

And then it was my and Kitty Wells' turn. Everyone else was already naked, and waiting for us. I was totally embarrassed still, with four boys and Mr Johnson all watching me. Marissa assured us it would be okay, that we didn't have anything to be embarrassed about. Of course, that was easy for her to say, she had big boobs and a sexy pussy. I had nothing.

I also had no choice. "Totally normal," I reminded myself as I finished undressing and put my clothes into a box. "This is totally, perfectly normal." Even if it wasn't.

Chapter 2

Once we were all naked, Mr Johnson wished us luck and we trooped out into the hall. I was totally mortified. As I gazed down at the naked butt in front of me, Kitty's, I steeled myself for the laughs, for the humiliation. I wanted so much to cover myself, to slide one hand over my breasts, the other over my pussy, but the rules forbid it. "Totally normal," I said again.

And then I laughed. Have you ever been at the back of a line of eight naked people as they walk out the door and into the hall? Eight bare butts, all moving in semi-unison. Even mortified, I had to admit it was a funny sight.

Lots of people were out there, taking pictures, or just wanting to see this newest group of naked students. Most of them seemed to be most interested in Chastity and Marissa, so Kitty and I were able to kind of slip off and make our way to class.

On the way there I met David Dorkstein. Such an unfortunate name. I don't know if he was a dork because of his name, or if it was just a coincidence, but, yeah, a dork. One of us. We were both on our way to Mr Harmon's math class. He was shy, especially around girls, although he could sometimes manage to talk to me a little. I guess I didn't threaten him the way some girls did.

"Hi Daisy," he said, and I knew he wanted to say something else.

"Hi David," I said, trying to act like I wasn't completely nude, like everything was totally normal. When he didn't say right away what he was thinking, I asked him, "What do you need?"

He blushed, and I thought it was cute, that even though I was the one who was naked, he was the one doing the blushing. "Um, is it okay if.... If I walk a little bit behind you?"

I continued walking and David slowly fell back. "Why...?" And then I understood. He wanted to see my butt. My butt! My naked butt. A guy - a dorky one, I'll admit - was staring at my butt, ogling. All the way to math class. And, I had to admit, I kinda got a little turned on by that.

After French class, before I went to lunch, I had to go pee. I almost screwed up. When you're in Program, you're supposed to use the restrooms of the opposite sex. That meant I had to use the boy's restroom instead of the girl's. I was with some other girls and out of habit, I was just about to walk in with them, when one of them reminded me I couldn't. She pointed to the boy's restroom and said I had to go use that one.

It felt weird, walking into the boy's restroom, completely naked. I felt like I was doing something extra naughty. "Totally normal" I reminded myself. "This is totally, totally normal when you're in Program." The thing I first noticed was the color. Instead of pink tiles, they had blue ones. Then I noticed the urinals. What's a urinal? There were two boys using them. I'd never actually seen one before. The boys had their backs to me, but as I walked in, they turned their heads to look, and I realized what they were doing. I knew boys could pee standing up, of course, but actually seeing them do it just seemed so amazing. It was almost like being on another planet.

I looked around, not sure where I was supposed to go, how I was supposed to do it. I saw there were stalls, just like in the girls' restrooms, and when I looked inside, saw there was a toilet, just like I was used to using. That was a relief. One of the boys who had been at the urinal came over and asked me if I needed help. I blushed. "I guess I can just use any one of these?" I said.

He laughed and said I could. I stepped inside, but made sure I left the door open. That would be concealing, I thought, and I wasn't allowed to conceal myself from anyone. I sat on the toilet, and two other boys joined the first one, ready to watch me pee. Immediately my bladder got shyer than me, and by the time I got over that, there were three more boys watching me.


After lunch I had P.E. with Miss Martin. Everyone calls her by her first name, Holly, or Miss Holly. And everyone knows she's a slut. She doesn't try to hide it. She has big boobs, and loves showing them off. She has a thing for the boy's P.E. teacher, Mr Nielson. He's tall, a volleyball player, with perfectly-combed, light brown hair, an amazing, athletic body, dreamy blue eyes and a killer smile. Every girl in school wants to do him. At least all the slutty ones do. And probably most of the others, if they were brave enough to admit it.

The first thing Miss Holly asked me, when I walked in, was if I needed relief. At the start of each class, teachers are supposed to give us five minutes for relief, either to masturbate, or to even have sex, if we know how and there is someone willing to do it with us. I didn't know how to masturbate, and was still shy about having everyone look at me, so I shook my head and told her no. The truth was, I was kind of feeling something after spending the morning naked, and I guessed that's what the relief thing was about. I decided that when I got home, I'd need to ask my moms how to do it.

This time I remembered I needed to use the boy's locker room instead of the girls'. But I didn't have anything to change into - all my gym clothes were in my locker in the girls' locker room - but I guessed it didn't matter, since I needed to stay naked anyway. But, to get to the gym, you have to go through one of the locker rooms, so that's what I did. As I passed through, I saw a lot of naked boys. They were laughing and joking and stuff, but when they saw me, they all got quiet.

I asked Miss Holly what I should do about shoes, since I couldn't do gym stuff in my school shoes. She said it didn't matter. "The boys are doing wrestling this week," she said, "And Coach Nielson and I thought it would be great for you to join their class this week instead of ours." She beamed at me like I couldn't possibly disagree. "You won't need any shoes for that."

"Yes, Ma'am," I said softly, and turned to go to where the boys were.

Coach Nielson had us line up by height. I was the only one naked. I went all the way to the end, standing next to Danny Snider, who was only a little bit bigger than me. "The first thing we have to do," said Coach Nielson, as he walked back and forth in front of us, "is to weigh in. In wrestling, you only wrestle with someone your own size. So, someone like Daisy here..." he paused and pointed to me, making me blush. "...won't be wrestling against someone like Mitch, over here." He pointed to Mitch Walker, who was like as big as most adults, and at least twice my size. That wouldn't be a fair contest," he told us, "and Mitch would win just by size alone."

After weighing. We paired off, and I wasn't surprised to be paired with Danny. To demonstrate all the different holds, Coach Nielson had the two of us come up and do them so everyone could see. It felt weird having a boy wrestle with me while I was naked. Coach Nielson even had him "pin" me a few times, holding my shoulders to the mat so I couldn't get up. When he did that, I had my knees up and my legs apart, so I know all the other boys were able to see my vagina.

After class, it's a requirement that everyone has to shower, whether you think you got sweaty or not. I knew I got sweaty. I followed all the boys to the locker room. Naked. Totally normal, I reminded myself. Totally normal.

Totally normal to be in a great big shower room, the only girl, naked, with a dozen naked boys. They were all looking at me. And then I started to notice they all had hard-ons. Most of them did, anyway. And a few were wanking, their fists wrapped around their cocks as they stroked them up and down. I was surprised at the wide variety of sizes, from not very big, to huge monsters. And it didn't seem to correspond to their body size, that I could tell. Mitch's cock was relatively small, while little Danny Snider's was probably every bit as big, if not bigger. Doug Healy, of course, had the biggest one, that I could see.

Then Coach Nielson came in, with a camera, and yelled at everyone. "You guys are taking too long showering today. It's like you never saw a naked girl before. Daisy, sorry about that, but we gotta get these guys out of here and off to their next class."

I blushed, silently thanking him, thinking he was going to have them all stop showering and get dressed. Instead he did something that totally surprised me. And since it was a "reasonable request," there wasn't anything I could do but go along with it. As he started recording with his camera, he told the guys, "Okay, this is going on the school porn site, so if you don't want to be on there, go somewhere else and either wank or get dressed, but I need you out of the shower and to your next class."

A few guys left, but most stayed, and then Coach Nielson told them, "The rest of you, keep wanking, and when you're ready, shoot your cum all over Daisy. Let's see how covered we can get her."

I had to stay and let a dozen guys cum on me before Coach Nielson would let me go. As each one finished, he would thank them and take my picture, then snarl playfully, "Now get dressed and get to class."

When I was the last one, he thanked me, too. "That's going to look great on the school website, Daisy. You're doing great. Take your time getting dressed, I'll write you a note for your next class."

The note said,


Please excuse Daisy for being late. She was involved in a Naked in School project during gym class.

Coach Nielson


When I showed it to Mr Burton in Geography class, he pursed his thin lips and looked at me doubtfully. "I guess that's his signature," he said, as if he guessed it really wasn't, but wasn't planning to ask for a confirmation. "Take your seat, Daisy. You'll need to catch up. I suppose NiS activities get priority." I could tell he didn't really think they should, but, like the note, wasn't planning to do anything about his personal doubts.

I have to tell you a little about Mr Burton. Every girl who has him, and especially the ones with big boobs, can tell you he's a peeper. He likes to stand right behind you when you ask him a question, looking over your shoulder, and eventually you figure out it's so he can look down your blouse or shirt. It's especially noticeable if you're wearing something low-cut or kinda open. Since I was pretty much naked, he didn't need to be very secretive about looking. I almost think he liked it better when he could pretend we didn't know; he just seemed more sour than usual.


When school finally ended, I went to the office to get my clothes. Mr Johnson gave me my things, but reminded me that since I rode the bus home, I would need to stay naked until I actually got off the bus in front of my house, and that I should give the box with my clothes in it to my bus driver until we got there.

My bus driver is a nice man named Helmut Franz. He has short curly brown hair, sparkling brown eyes, and a little mustache that makes him look s-o-o cute! He's an immigrant, so his English isn't the best. I've never told anyone, till now, but I have a secret crush on him.

He looked delighted to see me when I got on not wearing any clothes. More delighted than usual, which is usually a lot. That's why I like him, he always makes me feel like I'm someone special, and that he's glad to see me. Even when I'm dressed.

I gave him the box with all my clothes, and he said he would give it back when we got home. I normally sit in the front, but this time the boys in the back wanted me to sit with them, and they all took pictures. When it was time to get off - I'm the very last stop - Mr Franz gave me another of his patented smiles as he handed me my clothes, saying, "See you tomorrow, Daisy."

He let me get dressed at the front of the bus with the door open while he waited. After nearly seven hours nude, it was like I'd forgotten how to wear clothes. They felt almost foreign to me, so stiff and unnatural. Had they always felt like that? I supposed they had, I'd just never noticed. I gave Mr Franz a big smile in return, then wondered if I should have given him a hug and maybe even a kiss instead, but by then it was too late and he was already driving away. Whistling.

Chapter 3

As soon as my mom got home, she asked, "Did anything interesting happen at school today?"

I laughed, and told her everything that had happened, from the morning announcements to getting dressed on the bus with Mr Franz. In even more detail than I just told all of you here. She listened, and asked questions, as she made me a nice, thick bologna sandwich. When Momma Anne got home, I had to tell her, too, so Mom made some popcorn like it was a movie, and we all sat down on the couch while I told what happened.

I have two moms, Momma Sara and Momma Anne. Momma Sara is my real mom, the one who born me, but Momma Anne is her wife, and adopted me, so she's my mom, too. My dad came out of a sperm bank, so no one knows who he is. Momma Anne works in an office, and she's really good with making clothes, so the first thing she did was start designing outfits for me to wear to school the rest of the week.

"But Momma Anne, "I'm not allowed to wear clothes to school this week," I explained, as if she hadn't heard a word I'd been saying.

"Oh, don't worry," she said with a grin. "'Enhancing without concealing'. I know just how to do it."

While she worked on that, I asked my other mom, "Mom, they say at the start of each class, if we need it, we can have some "relief' time. What's that?"

Mom thought for a minute. "I suppose it means they want you to have time to touch yourself, if you want. What do you think, Anne?"

Momma Anne agreed. "Have you ever done it before?" she asked.

I blushed. That was why I'd brought up the subject. "No," I admitted, "Is it hard?"

Both of my moms laughed. "It's as easy as can be," Momma Sara assured me. And it's fun. Anyone can do it. Come on, I'll teach you."

A few minutes later we were all naked and sitting on the chairs and couch so we could see each other. It was really easy to get naked in front of my parents, especially after doing it all day in front of strangers. We all had pillows behind us, and sat with our legs spread. "Now, this is what you do," Mom said, and started touching herself.

I tried copying her, and Momma Anne watched to make sure I was doing it the right way. "Just relax," Momma Anne said. "You can even close your eyes, if it helps."

Mom added, "There isn't a wrong way to do it, okay honey? Just do whatever feels good to you."

Momma Anne added, "I like to think about something sexy." She grinned at my mom. "Usually I think of Momma Sara, sitting there just like that."

Mom looked over and smiled a soft, sexy lazy smile. "I like thinking of Momma Anne's tongue, licking me, making me feel absolutely wonderful."

I looked at Momma Anne and tried to imagine my two moms having sex with each other. I closed my eyes and let my thoughts go while I moved my fingers around, feeling and touching all the places that felt like they wanted to be felt and touched. Eventually I found my clitty. "It tingles when I touch right there," I told them, and they laughed.

"That's your love button, honey," Mom said. "It always feels the best."

It took a while, but eventually we all came and had wonderful orgasms. First Mom - Momma Anne says she's always the most sensitive - then me, then Momma Anne last. It was my first orgasm ever, and I'm not going to describe it here, because I can't. It really was indescribable.

Continued in Tuesday