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"Beth Naked in School" is a continuation of the "Naked in School"
series that began with Karen Wagner's "Karen Naked in School."
You might want to start there. Then follow up with my first
contributions to the series, "Carl Naked in School," and "Carl
Naked in School - Beth's Story," before you start this tale. All
can be found in the ASSM archives.

Beth Naked in School 12/12 (f exhib f/m rom)

Sunday 

I know people go to church these days in tee shirts, jeans,
everything but tank tops and hot pants, but that is not the way
it is in our family. Daddy always wears a tie and either a
conservative sports jacket or, more usually, a suit. 

Today it was his best suit, with a very distinguished necktie.
Very "Regis Philbin," if you know what I mean. 

My brother, of course, was fully aware of the Uniform of the Day,
so he was appropriately garbed as well in a very nice blazer and
sharply creased gray slacks, a nice tie in a regimental stripe.
Very "Joe College." 

Mom always wears a nice dress, a little jewelry, and just a touch
of makeup (but no perfume - the church is a "no-scents" zone out
of respect for the choir's bronchial passages). Today it was a
conservative gray dress, stockings, a little hat, and her usual
low heels. Oh, and a strand of pearls. 

As requested, Carl arrived at our door in his best suit - a
little small for him, since he'd grown a tad, but he looked very
handsome. Distinguished even, though the collar of his shirt was
a weensy bit tight. 

I stood on my tip-toes to straighten his tie. Why is it guys can
never get their ties straight? 

He was so handsome! 

And there I was in my altogether! Talk about "under-dressed!" I
was wearing my little gold cross, eye glasses, and low heeled
pumps to protect my feet, my toes protesting every step, of
course. I clutched a purse with my reading and some notes in it,
and a dollar for the collection plate. 

My shoes told me, though, that I really have got to quit being a
slave to fashion at the cost of my health! After a week of
nakedness I'd developed a real appreciation of not wearing
clothes, I tell you! Really, you should try it! You feel, well,
so free! 

We all piled into the car, daddy driving, mom as co-pilot. I was
sandwiched in the middle of the back seat, with my brother on one
side of me and Carl on the other, virtually invisible from the
street as we headed off. I peered out, wondering what people
would think if they knew I was going to church naked. 

I confess, I tingled at the thought myself, and my breath got
shorter and my palms sweatier with every passing block.  

I was almost a wreck by the time we arrived and daddy pulled into
the parking lot. All around us were other church-goers - we have
a very popular church - most making at least an attempt at a
Sunday Finest. Little girls were in cute ruffled dresses, little
boys wore jackets and ties. They looked so cute! 

It looked to be a bigger crowd than usual, even. I wondered if
somehow the word had gotten out on how I was going to be attired
- or, rather, not attired. 

Daddy opened his door and I felt the breeze on my breasts, and
thighs. Oh God! I was soooooo naked! Steeling myself, I let Carl
help me out of the car, trying not to display my - uh - more
intimate parts any more than I had to as I did. 

As mom straightened her skirt, and Carl dusted off his lapel, I
blushed. I blushed from top to toe, from fore to aft. My courage
almost deserted me, until my family closed in around me
supportively, forming a cordon of sorts. 

Carl was to my right, Johnny to my left. I hesitated, and let
daddy and mom lead the way, while we brought up the rear. 

Not that it helped much. Okay, people in front of us were unaware
of my revealing state, but those behind certainly were fully
cognizant of my bare butt. How could they not be? 

And by the way, I've been told, on good authority - well, okay,
Carl is admittedly prejudiced - that I have a very nice butt. 

The occasional twinges I felt reminded me that my butt had also
been favorably reviewed by the football team in the locker room
the afternoon before as well and gotten, oh, I'd say a four cock
rating, at least. 

Considering the workout I'd had the day before I was in pretty
good shape. I ached and had some soreness in - well, those
places, of course. Touches of makeup here and there concealed the
more embarrassing bruises. 

I'd shaved again this morning, which was getting a little
tiresome, especially considering the tender state of my pussy
today, but I'd decided that stubble just was not appropriate.
I'll either have to cover up while it grows out, or keep shaving,
I guess, if I'm going to do the naked bit from time to time. 

Which I will. But more about that later. 

Anyway, we had to break formation when we got to the church
doors, so my nudity became obvious to everyone in very short
order. I heard some gasps and comments, and tried to ignore them.
One of the ushers almost dropped her stack of programs at the
sight of me. Pastor Bill greeted me with a warm handshake and
some words of encouragement. He's a sweetie, very up-to-date,
obviously. 

Daddy marched us down to our usual place in the pews, about
halfway down on the right of the center aisle. Because I was
doing a reading I held back and settled on the aisle, with Carl
next to me, and tried to calm myself, to absorb the tranquility
and reverence that I found so comforting on Sunday mornings. 

It was a little hard, because I couldn't avoid hearing the
rustling and stirring and talking as the word went around about
me. Still, I managed as things settled down. 

Oh, the church is pretty traditional, I guess. Nothing fancy, no
big stone arches or anything. 

The music director was on the organ, as usual, playing a nice
prelude by Bach as the crowd got settled. The morning sun was
filtering through the stained glass, painting patches of color on
the wooden pews. 

In spite of the music and the setting I was nervous, of course.
Pastor Bill had assigned the first reading to me, and I reviewed
it as it was printed in the program. He wanted me to say a little
something about The Program after my reading, too, so I'd made
some notes about that, too. 

The cross bearer came down the aisle, leading the choir, the
cantor and pastor Bill, and the service began. 

It was the usual liturgy, beginning with the brief order of
confession and forgiveness. As I dutifully recited the words, and
then Pastor Bill forgave us our sins, I couldn't help wondering
how God himself felt about what I'd done over the past week. I
guess I'll just have to wait to find that out. 

Then it was the opening hymn, and I was glad it was one I knew.
The comments of the Marine yesterday were still with me, so I
sang a little more boldly than I usually do. 

"Please be seated," Pastor Bill said, and my heart began to beat
faster as I got up to give the first reading. 

There was a bit of a stir as I made my way down the aisle, and I
was conscious of the air touching me all over, of course.
Everyone was looking at me. 

I mounted the steps leading to the altar, and took my place at
the lectern, putting my papers on it before I nervously cleared
my throat. 

Naturally I felt everyone's eyes on me! What do you think??!! I
was naked in front of the whole congregation! A couple of little
kids were giggling and whispering until their parents' shushed
them. I took a deep breath, feeling my chest rise, feeling a
touch of sunlight on my shoulder, the brush of the air from the
ceiling fan on my nipples.  

"The first reading is from the Book of Genesis, the first
Chapter, verses 26 and 27," I began nervously, remembering to
speak up, "continuing with second chapter, verse 18."  

I drew another nervous breath. 

"Then God said, `Let us make man in our image, in our likeness,
and let them rule over the fish of the sea and the birds of the
air, over the livestock, over all the earth, and over all the
creatures that move along the ground.'

"So God created man in his own image,
in the image of God he created him;
male and female he created them."

I drew a deep breath, feeling steadier every minute. 

"Then, in Genesis, Chapter 2, beginning at verse 18: 

"The Lord God said, `It is not good for the man to be alone. I
will make a helper suitable for him.'" 

My voice steadied more as I went on reading.

"Now the Lord God had formed out of the ground all the beasts of
the field and all the birds of the air. He brought them to the
man to see what he would name them; and whatever the man called
each living creature, that was its name.   

"So the man gave names to all the livestock, the birds of the air
and all the beasts of the field.
But for Adam no suitable helper was found.   

"So the Lord God caused the man to fall into a deep sleep; and
while he was sleeping, He took one of the man's ribs  and closed
up the place with flesh.   

"Then the Lord God made a woman from the rib He had taken out of
the man, and He brought her to the man.

"The man said, `This is now bone of my bones
and flesh of my flesh; she shall be called woman, 
for she was taken out of man.' 

"For this reason a man will leave his father and mother and be
united to his wife, and they will become one flesh.

"The man and his wife were both naked, and they felt no shame." 

Setting the words of the reading aside, I felt surprisingly calm
as I moved out from behind the lectern that half hid me from the
congregation, stepping out where they all could see all of me,
leaving my notes where I could reach them in case I screwed up. 

"I am naked," I announced, totally unnecessarily, I admit. 

At this, my arms out from my sides a little, I turned slowly so
they could see me from every angle - full frontal, with my
breasts and shaven pussy exposed, my side, my back, my other side
- all of me. 

"I stand naked before you and before God. I have nothing to hide.
I am not ashamed. I am not ashamed because I am as He made me.
Because, as it says in the first chapter of Genesis, God created
me in His image." 

After taking a moment to glance I my notes, I went on. 

"As many of you are probably aware, there is a program at Central
High - we call it simply The Program - in which, each week, two
students are selected from each grade, a boy and a girl, to
attend school naked for that week. 

"This past week was my week. I volunteered to do it, by the way.
I asked my parents to have my name put on the list, and they
agreed. 

"Tomorrow I can choose to put my clothes on again, if I so wish.

"I admit, at first I was mortified to strip naked before entering
the school. It was very hard for me to walk down the hallways and
into my classes as you see me now. But I'd seen others do it, saw
others doing it even as I was doing it, and I knew it was
something that I had to do. 

"Fortunately, I had the loving support of my family, my neighbors
and friends, and the other students as well, and my boyfriend,
Carl Walker, who had done it before I did. That is why I can
stand before you today and say `I am not ashamed.' 

"The bible says I was made in God's image. How can I be ashamed
if that is the case? 

"Others will follow in my footsteps. You may encounter them on
the street, in shops and stores and libraries - even in church -
because part of the program involves community outreach so that
everyone in the community can understand and become involved in
The Program. I hope you will accept them, and respect their
courage as we try to break down the barriers of ignorance and
superstition that have generated so much misery in the form of
sexual discrimination and harassment. 

"We are all, men and women, as God made us, in His image. Nothing
more and nothing less. How can His work be seen as anything but
beautiful?

"Thank you." 

I began to step down to return to my pew, but was stopped by a
smattering of applause that quickly spread through the
congregation. Unsure of what to do, I hesitated, then offered a
slight bow as I felt myself blushing, not because I was naked but
simply because of the applause. 

Then I returned to my seat, and Carl leaned close, giving me a
soft kiss on the cheek. "Nicely done," he said in my ear. Johnny
and mom and daddy all congratulated me, too. 

"Thanks," I answered softly. 

The rest of the service sort drifted past me after that. It was a
day for communion, so I went up to the altar rail and received
the wine and the wafer. As I knelt naked at the rail I felt more
humble and, at the same time, more in touch with God than I ever
had before. 

And that pretty much is the story of my week naked in school, and
out of it. It was an experience that changed my life in so many
ways. I learned a great deal; to accept myself as I am for one
thing. 

I've come out of my shell. No more "shy Beth." Thanks to the
comment of the Marine I've joined the Glee Club and discovered
that I really can sing. I think I'll join the church choir, if
they'll have me, too. 

I'm even going to audition for the next school play - they're
thinking of doing either "Hair" or "Oh! Calcutta!" and I know the
nude scenes will not bother me. 

I'm making some money, too, as a nude model for local artists and
art classes, and Carl and I even pose together sometimes. 

Oh, yes, Carl and I are still dating. He is such a sweetie! He
never asks me what went on in that locker room after the football
game. He just tells me he loves me! And I tell him I love him
every chance I get, of course. 

We might get married, someday, but that's a long way in the
future. After all, we have another year of high school, and then
college, and I still want to be a doctor. I'm thinking OB-GYN,
but I'm not certain of that yet, of course. Maybe I'll be a
urologist instead. 

The football team went on to win the conference championship, but
lost in the districts. They're talking about making it to the
state championships next year. Freschetti's quit taking those
stupid drugs and plays better than ever, and he's even become a
nice guy! 

He's still awfully hairy, but that's okay. That's just the way
God made him. 

Henry's clay sculpture of me won a prize in an art exhibit, and
some people asked to buy copies, so he's supervising the making
bronze castings of the piece (he's promised me one), and someone
who's got more bucks than good sense is even talking about doing
a life-sized casting of it that would be placed in the school
courtyard! 

Oh wow! I'd be on display for eternity! 

And what else is there - oh, yes, I almost forgot. The Powers
That Be approved our community service project. Carl and I are
going to be demonstrators for the Middle School Sex Ed program!
And Steph and I will also teach an alternative life styles
course. Next week we're going to be interviewing some gay guys to
help us. 

Oh wow! 


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