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Ubiquitous disclaimer: This story is intended for an adult audience.
If you are not yet 18 years old (21 in some locations), please do not
read further. By being here, you risk an end to all of our fun now
and your own fun later.


This story is a continuation of the saga started in the mind of Karen
Wagner. It is my intent to honor Karen with my own version of The
Program. If you wish to understand how this story comes to be, please
first read...
"Karen Naked in School" by Karen Wagner
"Karen Naked at the Mall" attributed to sevispac
"Carl Naked in School" by Peregrinef
"Beth Naked in School" by Peregrinef
"Carl Naked in School - Beth's Story" by Peregrinef
I thank these authors for permission to use of their storylines and
references to their characters.



All are archived at http://www.asstr-mirror.org/main.html and easily found
using the search engine.



Keiko - Naked in School, Monday of (M,T,W,R,F,WE)
by base212assm
Copyright 2002 - all rights reversed.


I had a plan. I'm not saying a very good plan, but a plan
nonetheless.

Over the school's public address system I heard, "Keiko, Keiko
Wilson. Please report to the Nurse's station."

My pencil made a thunderous sound hitting the floor. The classroom
was empty except for Mr. Dennison and myself. I looked at Mr.
Dennison with horror across my face. We both heard some laughter from
the class across the hallway.

I asked with my voice breaking, "What... What do they want me for?"

Mr. Dennison looked as surprised, "Keiko, I think we both know. Why
don't you take your things and hurry along. Delaying this just won't
make it any easier."

I rose from my desk clutching my book and notebook in front of my
chest. I held my trembling expression until I made it to the hallway.
My smile exploded as I left Mr. Dennison's classroom.

Step number one complete. I could not have planned it this well. Mr.
Dennison and the other students accepted the announcement as part of
The Program. Me, Keiko Wilson, in The Program! No one would have
thought it possible. But they accepted it as fact. I realized I
needed to hold my happiness for later. Tonight. Not in school. I even
had to hold myself from dashing to the Nurse's station.

The Program started last Fall. It was quite controversial when
introduced. Afterall, how would the majority of people react to the
plan of having high school students attending their classes nude. Not
everyone. Just one female and one male from each year. Did everyone
forget this rule? Apparently so. Or they simply were accepting the
rules changing again this year. With any new program, there are
plenty of problems to work.

My parents were quite vocal protesting the new policy, but due to
their contract at the university, they could not pull me from public
schooling. Liberals had forced all associate professors to enroll
their children in public school. My father honors his agreements. He
signed this agreement before he knew The Program was coming.

This week, my father and mother were on their Spring Break visiting
an out of town university. They both hope to land a  professorship as
far away from this town as possible. I was planning on attending
Princeton in the Fall. My father was trying to get me a better
scholarship and internship. I still did not know for certain which
University I would be attending.

Nurse Magee was only a couple years out of college. She always wore a
long white nurse's dress with white hose and shoes. She was quite
friendly with all the students, and I suspect many of the boys who
had regularly felt ill were playing sick simply to see Nurse Magee.
She never pretended to notice all the attention she received from the
boys and male teachers. She is beautiful, but she never tried to
looked glamorous.

As I entered her nurse's room, I fought a smile. I was now like the
males cutting class to see Nurse Magee. Step Two of my plan was more
difficult. I had to get Nurse Magee to keep a secret. First, she
would have to believe me, and I had already lied to her.

Nurse Magee looked up as I entered her little office, "Oh, Keiko.
Right. The prescription cream, right?" I nodded fearing my voice
would fail me. As she opened the locked cabinet, she said, "Why don't
you get ready and sit on the table?" Placing my books on a chair, I
sat on the examination table. Nurse Magee looked quite surprised
seeing me sitting on the table. "Keiko, I cannot apply the cream with
you like that."

I managed a barely audible, "huh?"

Nurse Magee looked quite puzzled, "How does your mother apply the
cream?"

I wished I had done my homework on this cream. I forgot in all my
other planning. Thinking as fast as I could, I said, "Oh, I usually
apply it myself."

Nurse Magee cited as though she was reading, "No student is allowed
to self administer prescription drugs. A qualified medical personnel
shall administer all prescriptions, when available. Lacking such
medical personnel, two administration personnel shall be present when
prescription drugs are taken." She added, "Perhaps, you'd prefer me
calling some of the office workers down for you."

I saw my plan unraveling and I had to stop it quickly. "No. No. You
can apply the cream. Just tell me what you want me to do."

Nurse Magee said, "Well, for starters, it would help if you removed
your clothing. I don't want to get any of the cream on your pretty
outfit."

Oh this was too perfect! I jumped up and began to strip. As I folded
my my skirt and blouse on top of my notebook, I wondered, 'What was
this prescription?' I turned around wearing just my plain white bra
and panties.

Nurse Magee smiled, "Keiko, I think you'll have to take something
else off." I fumbled with my bra clasp and felt a tingle as the
cotton cups pulled from my breasts. Nurse Magee didn't sound happy,
"Okay, Keiko, let's hurry along with this. Remove your panties so I
can apply this vaginal cream."

Vaginal cream!

I should introduce you to two of my closest friends. My left brain
and my right brain. My left brain was turning cartwheels, but my
right brain was scolding me and her sister, 'I wanted to do an
internet search, but someone had other things to do!'

As I pulled off my panties, I kicked my sandals under the chair. My
only clothing were two hair pins holding my hair in a top knot/bun.

Sitting on the exam table felt uncomfortable. I thought, 'Don't the
suppliers of these paper sheets ever go to the doctors themselves?'
Nurse Magee motioned for me to lay back reminding me I might feel a
little tingle at first. Oh, if she only knew! I couldn't bare to
watch her.  I first felt the rubber of her free gloved hand spread my
labia open slightly. Then the coolness of the cream ringed my vagina.
With every swipe she seemed to penetrate a little deeper. I bit my
palm, 'Did she know what she was doing to me?'

Nurse Magee finally said, "You can get dressed now."

I meekly asked, "Do I have to right now?"

Nurse Magee spun around, "I suppose it might be better it you didn't
wear your panties. Would that be a problem for you?"

Still nude on her table, I asked, "Can I tell you something that you
promise not to tell anyone?"

Nurse Magee stated, "Whatever you tell me is strictly confidential. I
won't tell a soul. I promise."

I blurted out, "I don't want to wear my panties!"

She smiled, "That's fine, dear, you don't have to. I just told you
that. It probably would be best to allow the cream to get a little
air under your skirt for a little while."

I couldn't let her see my face, "I don't want to wear my skirt
either."

Nurse Magee knew me well. So, she didn't imagine what my statement
really meant. "Keiko, unless you have some pants in your notebook, I
don't know what else you can wear."

I stood up and walked towards the chair holding my clothes. I spun
around before my nerve was lost, "But I don't have to wear the skirt,
right?"

Nurse Magee was puzzled and had no idea what I meant, "Keiko, you
cannot remain in my office all day. You have to attend classes. In
fact, your next class will be starting in a few minutes."

I repeated her words, "So, I cannot remain in your office."

She was a perfect straight man for my ploy, "That is correct, you
must leave for your next class."

I said, "If you insist."

She insisted.

When she turned her back to drop the rubber gloves in the
wastebasket, I swung open the door and literally leaped into the
hallway. I was nude in the hallway of my school. Just then the bell
rung, and the hallway filled with students.

Nurse Magee was racing towards me. I told her, "You insisted. AND you
promised."

I think Nurse Magee finally understood, "I did." I allowed myself to
smile to her hiding my face from my fellow classmates who were
speechless at the sight of my body in full display.

Step Two went better than planned. But Step Three came all too
quickly. The hallway was filled with my fellow classmates. They all
were staring at me, afterall, I was nude! I didn't even have a chance
to react to this new experience. Amy Cartwright was racing down the
hallway to me. She gave me a big hug. I didn't return it. Hugging
another nude female would be too strange, especially with the crowd
gathered around us.

Mr. Harrison, the Principal, announced detention for anyone late for
their next class. The crowd dispersed. I was frozen to the hallway
tile. "Keiko? What are you doing?" Mr. Harrison asked. Fortunately,
the hallway was emptied.

I explained, "I thought I would gain a new experience."

He frowned, "I don't think your parents would approve."

I attempted to sound confident, "Oh no, you are wrong. My mother and
father are always encouraging me to try new things. In fact, they
left this decision to me." Not quite a lie, not quite the truth. I
thought I was busted when he asked me to his office.

Mr. Harrison fumbled around on his computer. He barely knew the on-
off switch. I saw him unplug it once before I showed him the little
button to press. I finally asked, "What file are you looking for?" I
knew his hard drive better then he did. As an office helper, I've
often had access to his computer. He wanted The Program database.

I reached over his arm to press a few keys. As I did I felt my
breasts skim across his suit coat. Oh my, my left brain may have
swooned, but fortunately my right brain was in control trying to
retrieve the requested database.

He paused a long time without a word. I was almost ready to confess
everything. I'd be totally embarrassed if the students heard about my
blatant nudity. I wanted them all to think I was forced to strip by
the rules of The Program. Nurse Magee knew the truth, and of course,
Mr. Harrison knew I was not on this week's list either.

The principal tapped a few keys on his computer. As he read some of
the highlights of my "permanent" record, he didn't look pleased.
Finally, he turned towards me and asked simply, "Why?"

I explained how my parents were out of town. After several months of
watching others gain from their experience, I knew I needed to join
The Program myself as my father would never have permitted me to
join. This was my sole chance to learn something about myself.

Mr. Harrison smiled for a short second. It was short lived, however,
"Miss Keiko, your father has refused you entry in The Program. I
cannot permit you to continue."

This was my worst fear. Strip and allow the school to see me nude,
then be forced to wear my clothing again. I would be a two-time
failure. I felt like crying, but I managed to hold my composure.
"Please, Mr. Harrison, I voluntarily stripped. I'm not IN The
Program. I'm just not wearing clothing. Isn't this allowed?"

The man looked pained as he said, "I cannot allow a minor to
disregard her parents expressed declarations. While I believe The
Program was intended for ladies like yourself, your father thinks
differently. The parents have the final say in the matter over a
minor."

Suddenly it all became clear; I smiled broadly. Mr. Harrison's look
was astonishment by my abrupt change in attitude. I savored the
moment, "Look at my personal record again, please." He was quite
puzzled as he scrolled up and down through the file. Finally, I
suggested, "Date of Birth."

As soon as he read the information he burst out laughing. He realized
the meaning. I had just turned eighteen but two weeks ago. I was no
longer considered a minor.

Mr. Harrison had me sign a new form to accept The Program fully. He
explained, "The lawyers like us to have this consent form. You can
sign it for yourself."

I quickly signed the paper without reading it. Mr. Harrison demanded
I read the ever word and ask any question I might have. I only asked,
"Does anyone have to tell my parents what I'm doing this week at
school?" He shook his head indicating it was MY signature on the
official form, not my father's name.

I promised Mr. Harrison I would fully follow the rules of The Program
this week. Mr. Harrison stated, "Miss Keiko, you are in The Program,
but you still haven't been selected for participation. You can only
be selected by random draw. You wrote this random name program for me
at the beginning of the school year. You will have to alter this
program of yours to allow your name to be drawn. I'll step out of the
office for a few minutes. When I get back, if your name is appearing
with the others, I'll chalk the double entries to a programming
error. Are we clear?"

I beamed, "Absolutely clear, sir."

We both rose, and I hurried to switch position with him. In my haste,
I bumped into him. What a strange feeling, too.  His suit jacket
almost felt like silk against my bare breast and arm. I knew I had to
remember to hug more well suited men this week!

I quickly altered the software that I had written to randomly select
the students to be stripped for The Program each week. I also took
the time to correct the database - Keiko.K.Wilson.status :=
Volunteer.

As Mr. Harrison returned to the office, I proudly selected the option
for one female senior - the screen showed, 'Amy Cartwright Keiko
Wilson.'  I giggled as I said, "Oops! the software picked two
students this time."

Mr. Harrison smiled, "Well, I guess we'll just have to live with two
then. Now, hurry off to your next class."

The women in the office all stopped working as I left. Maggie shouted
out, "Keep your head up, Keiko! You can do it!" What she didn't know
was I DID IT to myself. Hopefully, only Nurse Magee and Mr. Harrison
would know my secret.

Walking down the hallway by myself and only myself was strange. No
books, no shoes, no clothes! I managed to regain a somber expression
before entering my Spanish class. Senor Franks was surprised to see
me nude as was the rest of the class. No one said a word. So I
finally spoke, "Mr. Harrison called me into his office."

"Por favor, en espanola, Senorita Keiko," my Spanish teacher
insisted.

"Senor Harrison me llamo' en su oficina," I replied.

As is the case for most students in The Program, the teachers called
on them for extra attention. Senor Franks was no exception. He
decided I was to read the dialogue for the class. He called on Victor
to read the boy part. I was flipping the pages of a borrowed textbook
as Victor walked forward. I'll admit I always had a crush on Victor.
But I never knew how to attract his attention. Certainly, today he
would notice me!

When I started the dialogue, I looked at Victor to gauge his
expression of standing next me, a nude me! Both sides of my brain
shutdown instantly. Victor was nude too! How could I have forgotten
hearing his name called this morning! I was speechless. Victor is
gorgeous! He is a state wrestling champion in his weight class, and
he could have easily taken another weight division, but he allowed
another student to compete who had a chance to make the finals. This
is Victor - always trying to help someone else, and today was no
different. Victor leaned towards me and gave me the first line of the
dialogue.

I've had Spanish since the seventh grade, and Victor's grandparents
were Mexican. We both managed to breeze through the dialogue once my
right brain managed to convince my left side to shut up - she kept
screaming, 'We're naked! Victor is naked!' We knew this, she didn't
need to tell us.

As we finished the dialogue, the bell rang. Victor asked, "You're
going to the office next period, right?" I was stunned. Victor Gomes
knew MY schedule! He added, "I'm going to the gym. Do you mind if we
walk together?"

Mind? I practically blurted, "No. I might like the company."

I wasn't prepared for the hallway filled with students. The less
mature students had made a tradition of groping the newly nude
students in the hallways. I squealed when someone pinched me. Victor
responded instantly. In a blur, he had Bob Freschetti pinned against
the lockers. Bob Freschetti is not a small man either. Well, he was
small in one department, but not in height and weight. Still Victor
effortlessly had Bob Freschetti feet dangling a few inches off the
ground.

Bob Freschetti was talking fast, "It was just a joke, Vic. Sorry
amigo!"

Victor dropped Bob Freschetti like a garbage bag. Bob Freschetti
regained his feet as Victor pulled me along the hallway to a very
silent crowd. Everyone knew both Victor and Bob Freschetti could be
in big trouble if someone ratted on them. Fighting is a zero-
tolerance suspension.

I managed to thank Victor for coming to my rescue. He turned to me
and said, "Keiko, I know this is more difficult for you than me.
Well, probably more difficult for you than anyone else in school.
Don't worry. I'll be here if you need anything."

A white knight for me? My left brain screamed, 'Hug and kiss the
man!' My right brain replied, 'He's NAKED!' The left side laughed,
'EXACTLY!'  Unfortunately, Victor didn't wait for me to stop debating
my own brain. He was gone.

I walked into the front office. All the workers were waiting for me.
They all hugged me. While nice and supportive, I regretted not
grabbing Victor and planting a kiss on him moments ago.  The ladies
in the front office barely associated with the other students. Only a
few volunteered for office work during their study breaks. Most found
the office work boring. I spent all fifty-five minutes telling the
ladies about my 'embarrassment of being stripped nude.' They were
confident I could manage my week at school without clothes. They
reminded me of how even some of the meekest students had survived
their time.

When the bell rang, I hurried towards the cafeteria. The gym was
across the hallway. I waited for Victor to emerge.

"Keiko?" I heard his voice behind me. I had forgotten he had to use
the girl's locker room during his week. Then my right brain reminded
me, 'We have gym last period.' My left brain was doing somersaults,
'We'll be in the boys locker room - FINALLY!'  My right brain
reminded us, 'Actually, we aren't officially in The Program. Should
we really shower with the boys?' My left brain answered, 'Certainly.
We don't want to let anyone to know we set this all up, right,
Right?' Right brain knew what a humiliation it would be to be found
out now. We agreed to go.

"Keiko?" Victor repeated.

I came out of the left-right brain debate, "Oh, sorry Victor. I was
just thinking about something."

He smiled, "How about we sit together for lunch? We can talk about
what's on your mind."

Victor stated, "I see you forgot your purse. Can I buy your apple for
you?" As he glanced towards his wallet on the cafeteria tray. I
smiled unable to speak for Victor knew what I ate for lunch, too. He
has been noticing ME!. I nodded like a silly school girl. Okay, I AM
a silly school girl, but I AM also a woman who signed her first legal
contract a couple of hours ago.

As I entered the dining area while Victor grabbed his plastic spork,
a group of guys approach me. "What do we have here? The little
Chinese Princess without her satin robe?" I was ready to run for
cover. I knew they wanted to do some really nasty things. I could
hear it in their voices. "Payback for messing the grading curves over
all these years," I was told.

Victor pushed through this mob with his lunch tray. He spoke up, "If
you wish to speak to Miss Keiko, you'll have to ask politely. I was
enjoying her company, and it was quite rude of you to interrupt. You
should have asked me if you could disturb us."

Bob Freschetti froze. When he finally regained his composure, he
said, "Vic, you might be as strong as an ox, but you cannot take all
of us. They'll deport you."

I was scared. I didn't want to start a fight. I definitely didn't
want Victor to get into trouble either.

Of course, my hero, Victor said the perfect thing to Freschetti, "I
don't need to take all of you. All I need to do is place you in an
arm lock and snap your shoulder from its socket. These guys can do
whatever they like to me afterwards because they won't be able to
stop me before your shoulder pops."

Bob Freschetti stare into the shorter Victor's eyes promising, "Not
today. Maybe tomorrow or the next day. But I'll be ready and you
won't." Then the thug and his pack left us alone.

I reached over and touched Victor's bare shoulder, "Thank you. I'm
sorry if I caused all this trouble for you. You were kind to defend
me."

Victor turned and smiled, "Keiko, don't worry about me. I'll be fine.
If I may, I'd like to sit with you during lunch all this week." I
blushed as I nodded my head unable to speak, again.

As Victor and I chose a table a bit from the other students, I
finally noticed the other commotion happening across the cafeteria.
Then popping out of the crowd was Amy Cartwright. She was doing
cartwheels for the crowd. When she spotted Victor and I eating
together. She came running over to us.

She was talking to us long before she reached us, "Isn't being nude
great! I mean, total freedom. I only wished I was picked earlier. My
mother wouldn't let me go nude until I was selected. I wondered why
it took them so long to pick me. Wow! Keiko, I never expected you to
be in The Program. I mean your father and all." Before I could utter
a word, Amy continued without stopping for air, "And double WOW!
Victor. I should have been a regular to your wrestling matching. But
I always thought the wrestling on TV looked so stupid. How about you
guys, are you loving being nude as much as me?" Then without waiting
for a reply, she turned and yelled to her audience, "I'm on my way."
She left our table without either Victor nor I getting one word in
the conversation. Amy was repeating her cartwheels back to the crowd.

I looked at Victor, and we both started laughing.

I wanted to tell Victor the truth, but I couldn't. I waited for him
to speak first. He did, "Well, I'm not that happy about being nude in
school. Actually, it isn't that big of deal to me. My wrestling
tights reveal most of me anyhow."

What Victor may not have know was I never missed one of his home
matches. Little Miss Helpful always volunteered to collect money for
the tickets and quietly watched the matches from all but hidden
table.

I smiled, "I guess Amy missed your wrasslin' with The Rock for the
state championship." Victor laughed. I blushed, again.

We talked about all sorts of things, except nudity. The fact we were
seated without clothes didn't seem to matter. I lusted for Victor in
my dreams, but I knew I was now falling for him. And what? We hadn't
even talked that much before today. I was too shy or horny or both. I
felt myself melting into his brown eyes. Barely awaken by the bell.

Don't ask me about Physics. Left brain, right brain, and I were still
mentally in the cafeteria with Victor. When the class ended, I came
out of my dream. I was standing in front of the class. On the chalk
board was a crude drawing of a nude female with what only can be
described as a suspension bridge holding her breasts up.  Mr. Royer
broke my dazed expression, "Thank you Miss Keiko for the
demonstration. We will need you to model the apparatus of the various
teams later this week." My puzzled expression spoke for itself, "The
Designing a Support Bra assignment. You were paying attention weren't
you?" I groaned at the thought, but hurried to my next class.

I ran right pass Bob Freschetti and his mob. They didn't say a word.
I noticed them staring, and I must have been a sight, too. Running
with my breasts bouncing up and down. Being only half-Japanese, the
Scottish side of my father had left me adequately endowed. Not large,
not small, a B-cup. But at the moment, a bouncing B-cup!

English class with Mr. Zank was not going to be easy.  We were
reading Romeo and Juliet. Mr. Zank always had the students act out
the readings in class. I knew, he would delight in having me be
Juliet. He always picked on any student who was in The Program. Male
or female, it didn't seem to matter to Mr. Zank. I knew his game too.
He would ask for volunteers to be the actors, but he wouldn't let a
naked students not volunteer for a lead role.

When Mr. Zank asked for volunteers for playing Juliet, I have no idea
how my hand went above my head. My left brain denied doing it. My
right brain finally confessed aloud, "At least I get to kill myself
in the end."

The class laughed. Mr. Zank smiled and thanked me for stepping into a
lead role. The surprise he gave us all after all the parts were
assigned, "While I won't be trying to put on a production after just
a week, we will hold the readings in the auditorium." He then
motioned for the class to rise and follow him.

I really attempted to concentrate on my readings. Shakespeare is
delightful reading, but trying to speak his old English with ease is
quite difficult. Mr. Zank insisted each line be spoken quite loud and
clear.

My line was interrupted by the PA system: "Keiko, Miss Keiko Wilson,
please report to the nurse's station immediately."

For some reason I had forgotten about my semi-daily 'treatments.' I
was relieved to get off this stage. It made my nudity a bit much for
my first day in the spotlight.

Nurse Magee was slipping on a rudder glove as I entered her office.
She didn't say a word as I sat on the table spreading my legs apart.
The cool cream was applied in silence. But even as she fingered the
insides of my vagina, the cream started to warm, no, to burn! Reflex
caused my hands to grab hers. I explained the cream was burning. She
looked a bit surprised, but mentioned that once the cream started to
work, I wouldn't feel a thing. I wondered exactly what sort of
concoction I made last night in haste.

I had to stand at the front desk waiting for a secretary to fill out
a late pass. I mentioned I was heading to gym for the final period.
As I turned to leave, she called out, "Keiko, remember you should use
the boy's locker room this week."

My right brain spoke to me, 'Oh my, we almost forgot about that rule,
didn't we?' My left brain was jumping up and down, 'Not me! We GET to
shower with the guys afterwards!'

I was late enough to gym that all the guys were already dressed in
their shorts and tee shirts and exercising. I gave Miss Taylor my
late slip. She is the girls' basketball coach and only female gym
teacher.

Miss Taylor spoke, "Usually I get an official notice from Mr.
Harrison about the ladies in The Program. Strange, I had to ask him
this week."

I offered a plausible explanation, "I think this week was the first
time two females from the same class were selected. Maybe he forgot
to send out both notices."

She replied, "No, he seemed quite surprised when I asked him this
morning after hearing the names on the PA system. I asked him whether
I should send you to the boys' class. He simply said, 'I'll leave it
to your judgment.'"

Miss Taylor finally decided, "I think it would be better for you to
join the boys this week. Maybe they will be more used to you, and you
to them, before you all shower."

I reported to Mr. Burns, a.k.a. Coach. What he coached was a mystery.
Although he preferred to be called Coach.

We were running track. Fortunately, Coach took a little pity on me.
He suggested I run on the inside of the track on the grass since I
was bare foot. He even gave me a head start on the guys. I decided I
might show some of these guys I could run with the big dogs, too. So,
off I ran.

"Tweet! Go get her guys!" Coach told twenty horny guys. I ran for my
life! I ran for nearly the whole period. I was exhausted when Coach
told us to hit the showers. After running to keep these guys away
from me, I now had to shower with them!

I keep my hair pinned up during school, and even in the shower - the
girls' shower. One guy, who I didn't know by name, asked me to let
down my hair for the shower. I did. The few guys not sporting
erections already, sprang forward when I pulled the pins.

My hair is long. It stops just shy of my butt. It is often a pain to
have long hair, but I did like my hair long, even if my mother and
father hadn't insisted on me keeping it long, I probably would have
kept it long myself. As I showered, a few guys were stroking their
erections. I had seen a few guys get 'relief' in classes, but the
sight of several guys masturbating while watching me was VERY
exciting. I managed to clean myself between my legs VERY quickly.
They didn't need to know how excited their sight was to me.

Coach asked me to gather the towels thrown about the locker room
before leaving school for the day. As I did, the entire Men's' Track
and Field team entered the locker room. Coach also asked me place a
stack of clean towels on each of the benches. A few of the guys were
halfway through changing into their track uniforms, and they were
quite embarrassed by seeing me walking around their locker room.  As
I pinned my hair back up, I decided seeing the track team get dressed
was a simple reward for me after having the entire school seeing me
nude for the day.

I started to walk down the hallway towards the Main office near South
exit. Amy Cartwright stopped me. She said, "Keiko, you are silly. Our
clothes are at the other end of the building."

I said, "Oh, that's right. The girls' clothing is at the South side
of the building."

Just as I feared, since I wasn't actually in The Program
legitimately, my clothes were not in the box. Amy hadn't put on her
clothes yet so she offered to go back inside with me to the Main
Office for my clothing. I feared she would hear how I lied about
being selected for The Program. Fortunately, or unfortunately as it
may have been, the Main Office was already closed and locked. I
stopped by the nurse's station and it was also closed. Mr. Harrison
was on his way out when Amy called to him.

The Principal said, "Sorry, Keiko, I think Nurse Magee left a little
early today. Is there anything I can do for you?" I asked if he would
open the nurse's station for me to retrieve my stuff. He said,
"Sorry, that is the one room I do not have access. Nurse Magee should
be in early tomorrow." With that, he left. He left me standing in the
hallway nude without any means to get dressed.

Amy, of course, saw things differently, "Oh, you are lucky. My mother
probably will force me to get dressed on the ride home. Do you want a
ride?"

The thought of walking home frightened me. My bicycle was locked in
the racks, and the key was in my purse. Not that I could have ridden
my bike home nude. I don't think I would have survived.

"Thanks, Amy. Will your mother mind?" I asked.

Amy said, "Actually, I don't know if it will be Mom or Davy."

Davy, or David, is Amy's older brother. He was home for Spring Break.
Amy mentioned that David drove her to school this morning. Usually
her mother did the chauffeuring. Imagine my relief seeing Mrs.
Cartwright and her minivan pull up to the school.

Amy asked her mother, "Mom, Keiko needs a ride, do you mind?"

Mrs. Cartwright barely batted an eye at her nude daughter standing on
the curb. But when she saw I was as nude as Amy, her eyes grew wide,
"Keiko? How did you get into The Program? I never imagine your father
signing those papers."

Amy had the perfect answer, "Oh, he probably never submitted the
papers in some sort of protest. He is always protesting something.
Isn't he, Keiko?" I didn't really answer her when I nodded. Climbing
into the minivan, I apparently was giving the few guys still
lingering around the school's exit quite a show based on their
applause. Amy waved out the window to them.

--------------

Amy and I live next door to each other. Our parents never quite got
along, and so Amy and I never hung out together. By most accounts, we
could not be more different. Amy is quite outgoing, and her new
exhibitionism in school was welcomed.  I was reserved and quiet. My
exhibitionism was portrayed as unwelcomed, although I had planned it
all.

The ride home was filled with Amy accounts of her day. I pretended to
be completely embarrassed by the day's events. I wrapped my arms
around my breasts, and gave one word answers to the few questions
asked of me.  

Mrs. Cartwright pulled the minivan in their driveway. I thanked her
for the ride and raced to my back door. The door was of course
locked. The spare key wasn't under the stone Buddha either. I had
used it Saturday night and forgot to replace it during all my
planning.  

Nude and locked out of my own house, I walked next door to the
Cartwrights to explain my problem. I wanted a locksmith, but Mrs.
Cartwright warned me they cost a couple of hundred dollars. I had no
way to pay that much money. Mrs. Cartwright simply insisted I stay
with them for dinner and the night. I could reclaim my purse at
school the next day. I promised to repay them for the food. Mrs.
Cartwright smiled but declined the offer.

I realized I had no homework for the first time in weeks. Amy needed
help in her trigonometry. I gave her a pretty good lesson, for she
finally could work the problems with ease before we were called to
set the table for dinner.

I was leaning over table to place the silverware, when the back door
opened, and a loud, "WOW! What an ass!" reverberated through the
house.

Mrs. Cartwright immediately scolded Amy's older brother, "David
Michael Cartwright! That is YOUR sister and our house guest. Now
apologize to the girls."

Davy could not help but to stare at my body as he talked sounding
very apologetic, "Amy, Keiko. I'm sorry for my crude remark. You both
are beautiful ladies." Amy held her arms crossed tapping her foot.
Davy finally broke his stare of my breasts turning towards his mother
in a tired tone of voice, "How was that, Mom?"

Mrs. Cartwright turned to us, "Do you accept his apology, Keiko?"

Davy was my childhood crush. I would watch him cut their grass in the
summer from my bedroom window. He was just one year older than Amy
and me. Probably due to the relationship our parents had, and Davy
having a sister my own age, he simply teased me. Our relationship
didn't exist. I finally uttered, "Apology accepted."

Amy wasn't pleased, "It wasn't like he meant a word of it." She
resumed placing the dishes on the table. I kept my head lowered but
still looking at Davy look at me. I saw him smile broadly as he
walked from the room.

Shortly afterwards, deja vous all over again... Mr. Cartwright
entered his house, "Damn! What an ass!" Mrs. Cartwright whirled
around as her husband squeezed her buttocks. It wasn't until they
ended their passionate kiss that Mr. Cartwright even noticed his
daughter and next door neighbor were nude. He simply smiled and
offered his surprise, but added we were both quite beautiful young
ladies. Amazing how father and son could mouth nearly the same words
but sound so different.

Dinner would have been strange no matter that I was nude, as was Amy.
The Cartwrights simply dive into their meals. Food was passed in all
directions. Four different conversations occurred simultaneously. I
was completely out of place trying to answer all the questions tossed
in my direction. I explained how my parents were gone this week, and
how I managed to lock myself out of the house. They soon placed me at
ease, assuring me that I was a welcomed guest for the evening.

Amy finally blurted, "I want to go to the mall tonight. Everyone else
gets all sort of free stuff for being nude."

My shocked expression was misconstrued. Mrs. Cartwright suggested it
would be rude to leave me at home. I meekly offered, "Actually, I
HAVE to go to the mall tonight. I'm suppose to work tonight." I had
not planned this event. My plans were to be dressed LEAVING school.

Amy was too excited, "Perfect! We can drive you to the mall to work,
and I can shop!"

I stuttered, "I.. I.. can't go to work like this."

Amy thought it was perfect, "Keiko, we'll get all this free stuff
from all the stores. Doesn't your store give things away? Which store
do you work at, anyhow?" She grimaced when I mentioned Vincent's
Antique Books. She summed it up in only a way only Amy could, "You
sell used books?" I couldn't help but to giggle. Most teenagers
didn't know Vincent's shop existed. I'm sure Vincent wouldn't like
his place being called an used book store.

Mr. Cartwright didn't like the idea of his daughter parading around
the mall 'begging' for hand-outs. He was ready to forbid Amy from
even going to the mall nude. I was pleased, until Amy argued back. I
was mostly shocked that she could use her tone of voice to her
father, especially given the tone of his voice. In my house, this
simply was not done.

Amy said, "When I got you to sign The Program papers, we agreed that
when I was selected, I could go all day, not just at school or in our
home. Besides ALL the other kids go naked."

Strangely, Amy managed to bargain with her parents. They agreed to
let her go to the mall, but she wasn't to ask for anything for free.
She was to charge her purchases, and they would pay the bills.

I finally broke my silence, "Um, even if Amy is going nude, I don't
have to go nude, too, do I? Can't I borrow something to wear?" Mrs.
Cartwright looked sympathetic towards me, but she thought it would be
best if Amy and I decided for ourselves after dinner.

I helped cleared the table to Amy's dismay, and I talked with Mrs.
Cartwright about being reluctant to go to the mall in my condition -
nude! While she insisted it was more my call than hers, she
encouraged me to accept it and enjoy my freedom. I might have been
begging for something to wear when I learned the Cartwrights have one
ironclad rule. Amy couldn't wear any of her mother's clothing. Mrs.
Cartwright felt it would be best if I borrowed clothing from Amy.

Amy wasn't even listening to my pleas for something to wear. She was
proud to be nude, and she felt I needed to learn to be proud, too.  I
finally even asked Davy for something to wear. He laughed. His
clothing would have been way too large. Besides, most of his stuff
was at college.

Davy was elected to drive Amy and me to the mall. I pulled my legs to
my chest as we drove the few miles to the mall. Amy was hanging out
the window waving at everyone along the way.

--------------

The mall had taken a totally new atmosphere since the start of The
Program. Several teenagers were shopping nude. At first it was just
those in The Program, but once word got out about the free stuff,
more and more stripped down. At times it was really comical,
especially just before Christmas. I saw more adult women shopping
nude to get more gifts. This was often to the dismay of their
children. A few were not happy with their mothers parading around
nude for gifts, but a few were really upset when their mothers
insisted they too went nude for the free stuff.

When all this nudity started, Vincent had me paint a sign, "No
discount for no clothing." We had few naked people the store
afterwards.

Amy tagged along with me to see the 'Used Book Store' so she would
know where to find me at closing. I managed to walk through the mall,
but my feet froze a few yards short of Vincent's shop. Amy pulled me
along as I looked down at my naked body.

Vincent greeted us, "Sorry girls. No discount for no clothing. Didn't
you see the sign?" I looked up. Vincent's expression made me think my
plans were all a silly school girl's dream. "Keiko? But how?"

Amy replied to him as I couldn't speak. She explained The Program and
how we both were selected today. Then she promised to return before
closing, adding, "Maybe, I'll find a book to read here." She had no
idea the books started at several hundred dollars.

I was scared. I was alone with Vincent, and I was nude. What was he
thinking of me? Finally, he just said, "Well, Keiko, I guess this is
this. You should sign-in. Then I need you find the first edition of
the Last of Mohicans. I couldn't sell it this morning, because I
couldn't find it."

I smiled, "Vincent, you had me arrange all the books by the Library
of Congress catalog numbers. Didn't you look it up on the computer?"
Vincent is even worst than my principal when it comes to the
computer. Rather than search on the computer for the number, he
searched the print-out he insisted I made.

I went into the back of the store to sign-in, no time clock, no
checking, I simply logged my hours and Vincent tallied them at the
end of the week. He always rounded my hours up.  I knew exactly where
the book was located, but I decided it was time for another computer
lesson for Vincent. He patiently tried to understand the simple
commands. I even wrote them down AGAIN. I then escorted Vincent to
the racks. I pulled the ladder to the right section, and without
thinking twice, I climbed the ladder with Vincent standing below. I
simply kept explaining everything I was doing. When I pulled the
book, I glanced down to Vincent. His mouth was wide open. I realized
the view I was giving him. I hurried down the rungs in total
embarrassment. I couldn't face him as I hide my face while hiding
behind the counter.

I think Vincent was as embarrassed as I was. He finally thanked me
for retrieving the book. He suggested that my nudity was something
difficult for him to get used to seeing. HIM! I realized, he was
right. I wasn't the only one to be embarrassed. Soon we were laughing
about it. I reminded him of one customer who insists on holding the
ladder whenever I climb up. We both suddenly realized why, and those
times were with me wearing full panties.

As Vincent placed the phone call to the customer who requested The
Last of the Mohicans, I took the time to look through this classic.
James Fenimore Cooper told an excellent tale, and I made a mental
note to borrow it from the library.

We had one customer all evening - the one to purchase The Last of the
Mohicans. His eyes were transfixed on the book. I'm not even certain
he noticed the girl wrapping his treasure was nude. His eyes were
completely on the book.

Vincent took his usual break after I convinced him I would be fine
alone and nude in the mall. I reminded him of the mall Security. He
asked one of the guards to keep an eye on me while he ate dinner. The
guard was a bit creepy. He kept leaning over the counter to get a
better look. All day long, I get ogled, but the one to creep me is a
uniformed guard. I was happy to see Vincent return. The guard didn't
leave for several   minutes, but his walkie-talkie summoned him.

As soon as he left, Amy bounced into the store. No bags, no
purchases. She was simply spending the evening in the mall to be
seen. When she spotted the guard leering at me, she placed an
anonymous call to the mall security about a potential shop lifter.
Vincent apologized for making me feel uncomfortable. I was fine,
really I was. I just didn't enjoy the guards stares. I never felt
threatened. In fact, I didn't tell them I had some jujitsu training.

Since I had repeatedly begged Vincent to decorate the front windows,
he finally offered me my chance. He handed me $100 from his money
clip, and told me to buy the supplies I would need.

Amy was nearly as excited as I was. She wanted to help. I couldn't
say no. I thought I'd enjoy her company shopping for supplies. As we
walked down the mall, I explained my vision for the store front - the
Mystic Powers of Books. She reduced it to "Oh, a Harry P0tter thing,
right?"  Not exactly, but she didn't need it explained.

The first store we entered was the fabric store. The ladies were
quite helpful, although it didn't occur to them I wasn't making a
dress. I suppose I couldn't blame them. Two naked girls buying
material - what else would they do with a bolt of fabric? That is
when I realized I was nude, again. I was so excited about getting to
decorate the window, I had forgotten I was nude. My left brain
snickered, she knew, but she wasn't letting it out for fear my right
brain would have us run out of the mall screaming!

The drug store had all the other supplies I needed. I spent less than
$25. My biggest problem was where to put the change. No pockets!  
Left brain had a nasty thought about hiding the change, but right
brain noted the unclean coins. I interjected to myself, 'If they were
clean, Ms. Right Brain would you have agreed? You are suppose to keep
us OUT of trouble.'

By the time we returned to Vincent's, it was nearly closing time.
Vincent suggest we get started tomorrow. Amy called her mother to
drive us home. I smiled knowing my own parents would never have done
so. When I got this job, they made it clear, they would not be my
taxi service. So in nice weather I rode my bike; otherwise, I rode
the bus. The thought of riding the public bus nude wasn't something I
wanted to experience. At least not on my first day.

Perhaps I should have expected something like this. Afterall, my
parents didn't think much of the Cartwrights. Mrs. Cartwright pulled
her minivan to the curb. She was topless. Amy was excited, but Amy
demanded her mother shed her pants as well. Right in the drive at the
curb, Mrs. Cartwright finished disrobing. I could never imagine my
mother doing the same thing. Amy and her mother embraced and told how
much they loved each other.

Inside their home, I mentioned I'd like to take a shower. Amy pulled
me passed her parents who were kissing passionately again! Amy said,
"Come on, I don't want to see this." I thought it was romantic, but I
imagined Amy didn't want to imagine where it may lead.

Amy retrieved some towels and escorted me to the bathroom. She
started the shower and gave me my choice of shampoo. I was tempted to
read the labels, but my left brain spoke, "Your hair always smells
nice. Which one do you use?" Amy beamed a smile at the words I wished
had not come from my own mouth.  She tossed the tube of shampoo to
the floor and handed me the bottle. I pulled the two pins from my
hair and shook my head causing my hair to tumble down from its
topknot.

Amy gasped, "Keiko, you have beautiful hair. Why do you pin it up all
the time?" I didn't have a reason, I just did. That was how I always
wore it. Amy lift and release a large lock of my hair allowing it to
feather out. She smiled at the sight. Somewhat embarrassed, I
retreated to the shower. To my surprise, Amy followed. "We don't want
to use all the hot water. I think my parents will be showering
tonight, too."

The shower stall was tight for two. After thoroughly soaking
ourselves. Amy poured a large amount of fragrant shampoo in her hand.
When she handed the bottle to me, I thought I was going to get some
shampoo for myself, but with my hands occupied, Amy started to lather
my hair! I was startled, but her touch was so gentle. Sometimes, my
mother washed my hair, although not recently. My mother washed it
more like she was washing a dog. Hard and fast. Amy was slow and
deliberate. After thoroughly lathering my hair, she declared it was
her turn. I rinsed a few suds from my face, and I started to shampoo
Amy's curly hair. Her hair was more golden than blonde. With her hair
wet, the curls extended far below their normal shoulder length. to
the touch, her hair was completely different from my own. Different,
but still beautiful and a pleasure to run my fingers through.  We
rinsed and repeated the shampooing.

Rather than bar soap, Amy used some sort of lotion. When I hesitated
to smear the lotion across my breasts, Amy did it for me. If I had a
place to jump back, I would have done so. The tight quarters offered
no retreat. Amy turned around and asked me to clean her back. As I
almost finished spreading the lotion on her spotless back, she spun
around. My hand was holding her breast. I pulled back immediately.
Amy simply smiled. I insisted I clean my lower torso, but Amy helped
when I bent over. She gently caressed my rear.

After the shower stopped giving hot water, we raced out of the stall.
Amy immediately started to dry MY hair as I dried my body. She
continued to drip water on the tile. Once I was finished, Amy took
another towel and wrapped my long hair carefully.  Amy handed me a
towel and asked me to dry her. I assumed she wanted me to dry her
hair as she had done for me. But no, she started to dry her own hair.
I was left to dry her body. She even spread her legs to give me more
access. My left brain wanted to say, 'Oh, you are pretty from down
here, too.' My right brain had managed to gag her sister brain from
actually saying this. I remained silent.

With a huge pile of wet towels on the wet floor, Amy suggested we
slip downstairs for a some ice cream. I simply followed. We heard
moans coming from Amy's parents room, Amy pulled me along, "Don't
even think about what their doing. Geez, they are almost forty and
they still do IT! Gross."

I finally spoke, "I think it is romantic."

Amy covered her ears, "I don't want to hear that!"

We laughed as we walked to the kitchen. As we scooped the ice cream
into two bowls and poured a unhealthy amount of chocolate syrup over
them, Davy returned home. He wasn't alone. His old buddy was with
him.

Amy turned around and said, "If you guys want some ice cream you'll
have to get your own." I was shocked that Davy would bring a stranger
into his house knowing his sister would be nude - and of course
doubly so, knowing I would be nude, too.

Davy's friend was stunned at the sight. While I felt mortified, I
realized, this guy was probably seeing his first naked females - Amy
and ME! I managed to act as bold as Amy. We left everything on the
counter and raced back to her room with our bowls of chocolate, er,
ice cream.

Amy and I talked, rather Amy did a lot of talking. I listened a lot.
She was so excited about finally being picked for The Program. She
had everything planned out from early in the school year. What she
would do, what she would not do. Some girls allowed the boys to
finger their pussies; others allowed the boys to stick their
erections partially into their pussies; and rumors abounded that some
girls openly had sex. Amy had decided she would allow the guys one at
a time to touch her, but she didn't see any reason to let them go
further.

I, of course, heard the same rumors. The rumors started early too.
One girl was supposedly gang banged by five, ten, or more guys
depending on who was telling the story. I couldn't imagine allowing
even one guy to do that to me. Well, okay, one guy - Victor. Amy
teased me a little about being in love with Victor. I tried to deny
it, but I admitted to her that I did like Victor a little.

With our hair dried, Mrs. Cartwright knocked on the door to 'ask' Amy
to clean up the bathroom and kitchen before going to bed. Amy
resisted, but I also insisted on cleaning up since the mess was half
mine.  I offered to clean the bathroom, if Amy cleaned the kitchen.
She screamed, "DEAL!" as she leaped down the stairs. I wondered if
Davy and his friend were still down there.

No. Davy was upstairs getting ready to use the shower.  I was on my
knees mopping the water with the dirty towels when  Davy entered the
bathroom.  "Thanks, Keiko. Amy is such a slob." I spun around,
afterall, I was presenting a rather rude appearance to him.

Davy was wearing just a towel, and from the looks of things, his
erection was soon going to pull the tucked end of his towel loose.  I
hurried in my cleaning. Davy simply stepped in the shower and tossed
his towel half over the door.  I don't know how long I was staring
through the frosted glass door, but Amy startled me urging me to call
it quits and come to bed. I did so reluctantly.

Amy only has one twin bed. I suggested it might be better if I slept
on the sofa. Amy slipped all the way over and motioned there was
plenty of room for the two of us. I decided I was too tired to insist
on making a bed downstairs. I pulled my hair over my right shoulder
as I laid down on my right side. Amy pulled the covers up over us.
Her fingers tickled as they slipped down my side and back under the
sheets.

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