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This is what happens when a 10- year-old 5th grader finds out she may
have to go naked in school.


   The following contains adult material and is fiction.  It should not be
attempted at home.  Anyone under 18 should leave now.  Thank you.  This is
your announcer speaking.

   This what I call pre-NiS.

   Susan's Predicament (mg, teaching NiS protocol)

   Hi.  I'm John Davis, a 17 year old junior in high school.  At the time
this happened, it was a Saturday after the first few days of school.  It
was raining out and I was bored.  I had decided to read a book so I grabbed
a copy of H.  G.  Wells' 'War of the Worlds' and had gotten to the part
where the first missile had landed when I heard a knock on my door. 
Sighing, I put the book down on my desk and went to answer the door.  I
opened the door to find my 10 year old sister Susan standing there, crying.
I stood aside and she entered.

   "What's wrong, Sue?" I asked her as I led her over to my bed and we sat
down.  I put my arm around her as she cried.  "Are you hurt?" She shook her
head no.  I was confused.  If she wasn't hurt, then why was she crying? 
"Did someone try to hurt you?" No again.  I sighed.  "Okay," I said,
lifting her chin so she could look me in the eye, "if you're not hurt, and
nobody tried to hurt you, then what..?"

   She looked at me then she reached her hand into the pocket of her jeans.
When she handed a paper to me and I looked at it, my eyes gaped.  It was
the same thing I had received when I started my freshman year, the NiS
Program pamphlet, only the up-dated version.  "Where did you get this?"

   "They gave them to all the fourth graders through the eighth graders
yesterday," she sobbed, a little more under control now.  "It starts next
week.  I just know they're going to pick me."

   Now, perhaps I should explain.  We've had the Program in our high school
for about six years, we all knew what it was about, and I had the honor to
play my part in the play my freshman year, two years ago.  I had always
been shy, and going naked in school and being fondled by girls, though
extremely arousing, didn't help my shyness any.  Or at least that's what I
thought.  I still avoided crowds whenever I could, keeping to the
less-crowded areas talking with my friends.  But I realized that I was less
likely to be embarrassed if someone walked in on me in the bedroom or
bathroom when I was undressed, just a little uncomfortable, more concerned
if whether they were offended by my being nude.  Maybe it did help a little
after all.

   Anyway, the Powers That Be had deemed it reasonable to extend that
program, not only to the middle school but to the elementary school as
well. I looked at my 10 year old sister and said, "Well, you know I went
through it two years ago." She nodded, rubbing her eyes.  I smiled at her
and said, "I know exactly how you feel.  It's embarrassing and
nerve-wracking to have to walk around naked with everyone staring at you,
touching you, feeling all your private spots.  Have you talked to mom about
this?"

   She nodded.

   "What did she say?"

   "She said I should talk to you since you did it already," she sniffed.

   "Oh great!  Thanks, mom," I yelled.

   "You're welcome," came mom's voice from the hall.  Sue giggled.  I
smiled at her, patting her shoulder.

   I thought a moment, then I said, "Wait here, I need to talk to mom.  I
have an idea that may help you.  Okay?" She smiled and nodded.  I left her
sitting on my bed and left the room, heading for mom's den, just a few feet
away.  She looked up as I entered and raised her eyebrow just like Mr. 
Spock.  I grinned.

   "Handing it off to me, huh?" I asked her, smiling to show I wasn't mad
or anything.

   "Well, you went through it, so I thought that you could show her what
she would have to deal with.  Can you?"

   "That's why I'm here.  I have some ideas, but I'm not sure if you'll
approve." I sat down on the chair a few feet from her.

   "Well, tell me what you want to do."

   I thought a moment, then, taking a deep breath, I told her, "I suggest
taking her through the initial process of undressing.  Whether it takes
place in the Principal's office or elsewhere, it will involve her
undressing in front of strangers and her being naked in front of people she
might know afterwards.  If she has some idea of what to expect, something I
didn't have, she'll be able to go in there Monday or whenever and be better
able to handle it."

   I looked at mom.  She smiled and nodded, "That sounds fine to me.  But
she won't be alone in the process.  There will be a boy there."

   "I know.  I intend to show that boys at that age are clueless about
girls and they may be very excited and try to touch her more harshly than
they should.  She should know that she has control.  She can say what is
reasonable or not.  I suspect that there will be more precautions taken
with such young kids.  If there aren't, there should be, and I aim to make
sure she knows what she can let them do and what she should do when they go
beyond that."

   "Good, John.  What happens when she sees her first naked boy?"

   "I don't know.  Maybe I should take the part of the boy.  We could make
a play out of it, make it fun."

   "That is a good idea, honey.  Do you want me there?"

   That was the question I wasn't sure of.  "I don't know," I told her. 
"She's going to be touched and prodded, maybe even have some orgasms.  I
don't want her to get scared by her feelings.  She hasn't even started
puberty yet."

   "I have a suggestion, if you want to hear it," she said, looking
strangely at me.

   "Sure."

   "You show her just how the boys will want to touch her.  You will have
her naked anyway, and I trust you not to hurt her, so you show her.  That
way, she'll know when they're going too far."

   "I don't know, mom.  That last girl that I touched last year was during
the last week of the Program and she didn't seem to enjoy it very much."

   "Even so, you know what to expect and you can explain it to her.  Just
do your best, son," she said.  smiling encouragement to me.

   I sighed.  "Okay.  I'll start like I'm the Principal and work from
there. When I'm done, she'll be naked, know what a naked boy looks like and
what feelings she is probably going to experience.  I just hope that this
doesn't hurt her psychologically, I'm her brother."

   "I don't think it'll do any more harm than the Program will."

   I nodded and left the room.  Going back to mine I found her reading the
book I'd left on my desk.  "Like it, sis?"

   She jumped and put it down.  "You scared me.  What did mom say?"

   "She said I was to show you what to expect and I will.  Let's go into
your room.  You'll be more comfortable in there." She nodded and I followed
her to her room.

   When she was seated on her bed, I asked her, "What's your principal's
name?"

   "Mr.  Fairchild."

   "Okay, I'm going to be Mr.  Fairchild and you are you.  Stand up.  Now
standing beside you is a boy, we'll call him.."

   "Tom Kenney!" she called out.

   "Ohh, so he is a boy you like, hmm?" I asked her, teasing.  She blushed
and nodded.

   "Good, then he'll be Tom Kenny.  Now you're standing in front of Mr. 
Fairchild's desk in his office, with the door closed.  You both are
frightened of what is to happen.  That's the scene."

   I pulled her desk chair over to the middle of the room and sat down. 
"Miss Davis, Mr.  Kenny," I said in a deep voice.  causing her to giggle,
"You both know why you are here.  When you leave here, you both will be
naked and will spend the rest of the week that way.  Is that understood?" I
looked at her menacingly.  She laughed then got serious.

   "Please, sir, please don't make us do this.  It is so embarrassing," and
she hung her head down like she wanted to cry.  I jumped up and stood
beside her and pleaded an a high voice, "Yes, please sir, I just can't take
my clothes off in front of a girl," accenting the word girl.  I went back
to my seat and said, "Now, none of that.  You both received the rule
pamphlets, you both know what is involved.  Now, either you both
voluntarily undress or I will have some teachers do it for you."

   Sue's eyes widened.  "Would he really do that?"

   I nodded.  "From what I understand, when my Program started several
years ago, they had trouble with getting the students to disrobe, undress,
so they had some teachers do it.  When it got around that they were serious
about the Program, that trouble went away, but not without a lot of
complaining."

   Sue's face was white.  I went and hugged her.  "Now don't worry, that's
why we're doing this, after all.  All right, let's continue." In the deep
voice, I said, "You will undress now.  When you are finished, you will take
a long look at each other, as I'll warrant neither of you have seen a naked
person of the opposite sex.  Have you?" She shook her head.  I smiled. 
"Okay, start undressing and I'll play Tom, poor scared little Tom."

   "U-undress?  In front of you?  I can't." She looked really frightened
now.

   "Honey, mom said it's okay.  That's what you will have to do when you
get picked.  This is a practice run and it has to be as real as possible.
Understand?"

   "I-I guess.  Are you really getting naked, too?" she asked with a
quiver.

   "Yes, and I'll touch you like a boy will, and you can touch me.  That
way you will know what to expect.  And there's one thing - if it feel's
good, it's all right to react.  You don't have to hide it." I smiled at her
and she gave me a small smile back.

   I stood up and watched as she started to pull her shirt out of her
pants. She was watching me.  "You should look shy, even though you may not
feel it at the time.  Turn your back to the boy, because he will do that,
too." She turned her back as she pulled off her shirt revealing her naked
back.  Without turning, I removed my own clothes and was just pulling off
my shorts when she looked bashfully over her shoulder.  "That's a good
touch, Sue.  Remember that when it's time.  Now turn slowly around with
your hand over your private places.  That's not allowed but you don't know
that yet."

   I smiled as she turned around, her right arm across her chest and her
left hand over her pussy.  Her eyes widened when she saw me, and she
gasped. "Wow!  That's what one looks like?" she asked me.  I smiled.  "Yes,
but they're all different, some are longer, some are shorter, thicker,
thinner, whatever, but they all perform the same function," I told her. 
Then I said in my high voice, pretending to be Tom, "Oh boy!  You're
naked!" She giggled and let her hands slip a little.  "Hey, you don't have
a pee-pee," I gasped as Tom.  "What happened to it?"

   Then, as Mr.  Fairchild, I said, "Young man, females don't have penises,
like you and me, they have vaginas.  When you get a little older.  you'll
appreciate that.  Now I want you both to approach the other (Motioning her
to me) and touch the other.  Don't be afraid.  Miss Davis, remove your
arms. That is not allowed.  Now!" Sue dropped her arms to her side and came
closer, then she reached out and touched my penis on the head.  At the same
time, I put my finger on her vaginal slit.  "Ohhh, it's so warm and soft,"
she said, and I said, as Tom, "Gee, you're warm, too, and wet.  Did you
pee?"

   She stood back shaking her head no.  As Mr.  Fairchild, I said, "No
Thomas, she didn't, she is wet there due to her nervousness and excitement.
Like you and I get erect when we get excited, females get wet to allow for
penetration."

   "Penetration?" she asked.

   "When a man and a woman engage in sex, he slides his penis, this here,"
I said, lifting my penis and showing her, "into the female's vaginal
orifice, but if she isn't wet there, it can be painful for her.  Lie down
and I'll show you with my finger."

   She went back to her bed and lay there, looking scared.  "Don't worry, I
won't hurt you." I smiled at her to let her know I meant it.  As I pulled
her pillow from the head of her bed and placed it behind her head so that
she could see what was happening, I told her, "Spread your legs." Her face
reddened and she violently shook her head no.  "In school, you'll have to
show all the boys.  For the moment, and while you're in the program, you'll
have to forget most of the manners mom has taught you about being a good
girl.  You'll be forced against your will by the Program's rules to do some
naughty things, like showing your vagina, or, as the boys will probably
call it, your pussy.  So now I would like to touch your pussy.  May I? 
That is an example of a reasonable request and you have to agree to it. 
What isn't reasonable, especially for a girl your age, is for a boy to put
his finger too far inside you.  He could hurt you."

   "How?" she asked nervously.

   "Inside every girl when she's born is something called a hymen.  It
protects you from dirt and other stuff going inside you until you are old
enough to take care of yourself.  It also means that you are a virgin,
which even today means a lot.  If a boy puts his finger too deep inside, he
could break it, then you wouldn't have one anymore and it would bleed and
hurt when he does it.  You have to be careful.  Do you hear me?" She shook
her head up and down several times fast.  I smiled at her.

   "Now, will you let me touch you?" She nodded and hesitantly spread her
legs, pushihing her knees up slightly.  When I got a good look at her tight
pussy, my cock grew hard.  "Wow, did I do that?" she asked me, pointing at
my cock.  I smiled, "Yes, you have a very pretty pussy." She smiled at
that.

   "Really?" she asked, pleased.

   "Yes, really," I said, smiling.  "Now, this is what it feels like to be
touched by someone else." I reached out and ran my finger gently up and
down her closed slit, then I gently spread the outer lips.  She stiffened
and moaned.  I asked her, "Does that hurt?" She shook her head no, and
started breathing hard as I continued to play with her.  She was shaking
and moaning till I stopped and stood up.  "No, please don't stop, Tom, that
feels good!" She must have been thinking of her boyfriend when I did that.
"It feels good?  If a boy is careful and considerate, he can make you feel
very good.  Don't forget, it's okay to express yourself in an instance like
this.  Moan, cry out, but don't ever forget.  don't get so far out that
they can take advantage of you." As I was talking to her, I had returned my
finger to her pussy and was gently pushing it in.  I finally felt her hymen
and was pushing against it when she sat up and said, "No!  I don't like
that.  Stop."

   I stood up and clapped my hands.  I smiled and said, "Very good, Sue. 
That's exactly what you should do.  Even it felt good before I did that. 
If I had gone further, you wouldn't have a hymen now.  Let them play with
the outer lips, even rub your clitoris, or clit, as it's called, but don't
let them stick anything inside you.  Okay, honey?" She looked up at me and
nodded.  Then she lay back again on the bed.  Her breathing had returned to
normal but her face was still reddish.

   "What's a clit?" she asked me.

   "Want me to show you?"

   "Yes, please, John," she said.  Good she was back with me again.

   I went back to rubbing her pussy, pushing my finger gently back inside,
but instead of going in, I went up.  Her body shook when my finger touched
the nubbin at the top.  She jumped when I took it between my thumb and
first two fingers and gently rubbed it.  "Oh God, that's..." she started to
say but couldn't continue as she experienced her first orgasm.  I continued
to rub her some more, gently inserting my finger inside, being careful of
her hymen, and moving it in and out.  She shook so violently that I almost
lost my hold.  Finally though, she grabbed my hand and pulled it out. 
"Enough!  Oh, god..." she cried, breathless, shaking her head back and
forth.  I smiled.

   "That, little girl, was an orgasm.  It is what lovers try to reach but
do it only about half the time, I hear, especially the girls and women. 
Did you like it?"

   She raised her head and replied, "Do it again!  Please?"

   "That's my girl.  Maybe later, when you've collected yourself.  You'll
probably get what we call horny from all the boys playing with you.  That's
when you get wet between your legs and you feel a tingle there.  Your
nipples will harden also.  You can bring yourself off like I did.  Give me
your hand." She sat up and extended her hand.  I took it, smiled at her and
placed her finger right on her clit.  Her eyes lit up and she rubbed
herself.  "That is what you can do when you're in bed at night.  When in
the Program, you will be given a chance during the day to get relief.  You
might even get to see some of the older, more mature boys asking for
relief. You'll like that.  They play with themselves, or they can ask for
help."

   "I could help them?  I mean, I could touch them like I touched you
before?"

   "That is just what I mean.  In the Program, you are allowed to do things
that you thought were forbidden before.  But never allow them to try to put
their penises inside you." She nodded at that.  "I won't," she said
seriously.

   "Good.  Now, would you like to see what happens when a boy older than
your boys does when he gets excited?" She nodded, smiling.  I laid back on
her bed, my legs separated slightly and hanging off the edge.  "Go ahead,
take it in your hand.  It's okay, don't be scared.  Mine might be bigger
than those you'll see in your school but they're all pretty much alike."

   She moved between my legs and ran her fingers over my balls and my
penis. "You have to be careful with the balls, the testicles as they're
called, because they are very sensitive.  Don't squeeze too hard, unless
you intend to hurt the boy.  You will, seriously." She nodded and gently
gripped them.  I couldn't do anything but moan and move a little.  I had
the fingers of a ten year old playing with me.  Who wouldn't moan?  She
smiled at that.  "They're warm and soft.  Does this feel good?" I nodded
and sighed.

   For the next few minutes, she just explored me, seeing what I liked and
didn't like.  Needless to say, it didn't take too long for the big event. I
cried out, "I'm cumming!" and jerked my back, raising myself so she took my
cock in both hands and stroked harder.  I cried out and shot, shooting cum
all over me and her.

   Well I guess we attracted mom's attention because she was standing there
laughing.  We must have made quite a sight to her.  Her naked son being
stroked by her equally naked daughter.  "Well, this is quite a picture,"
and she rushed out and returned moments later with her instant camera. 
"Say cheese!" and took our picture.  We all laughed and Susan actually
licked the cum from her hands, making a sour face.  "Ewww!  I don't like
that," she said, grabbing her panties and wiping her hands off, then she
turned and cleaned me off.

   Mom came over and sat next to us.  "Now, do you know what to expect when
your turn comes?  You don't need to be embarrassed, though I expect you
will a little.  I know from what John said when he had his turn, after a
few hours, you won't even know you're naked, except when you have boys
touching you.  I heard what John told you.  I want you to remember what he
said.  And if you have trouble, if the boys won't listen to you, then cry
out loudly, so that a teacher will hear you.  Understand?"

   "Yes mom, I do.  I want to thank you, John, She said, turning to me,
"for showing me this.  Also for showing me how to make myself feel good,"
she said and hugged me.  I hugged her back, of course.  It's not everyday
that I get to have a naked 10 year old in my arms.  "That's quite all
right, Sue.  I love you and want you to be safe.  Now that you know, will
you be nervous?"

   She shrugged.  "Probably a little at first, but I won't be scared. 
Thank you."

   "Well, you're welcome, little lady," I said in my best John Wayne
impression.  She giggled and hugged me again.  "Now I guess we'd better get
dressed."

   "Oh don't bother," mom told us.  "You've seen each other and so what is
there to hide?  Besides, I think I'll join you," and she did.  We spent the
rest of Saturday and all of Sunday, and when Monday rolled around, guess
who was called to the Principal's office?  You guessed it, But that is
another story, which I'll let Sue tell you.



   This is an idea of what a firl in the 5th grade might go though when she
learns she may have to be naked in school and what she does about it.

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  The following contains adult material and is fiction. It should not 
be attempted at home. Anyone under 18 should leave now. Thank you. This 
is your announcer speaking.

This what I call pre-NiS.

Susan's Predicament (mg, teaching NiS protocol)

Hi. I'm John Davis, a 17 year old junior in high school. At the time 
this happened, it was a Saturday after the first few days of school. It 
was raining out and I was bored. I had decided to read a book so I 
grabbed a copy of H. G. Wells' 'War of the Worlds' and had gotten to 
the part where the first missile had landed when I heard a knock on my 
door. Sighing, I put the book down on my desk and went to answer the 
door. I opened the door to find my 10 year old sister Susan standing 
there, crying. I stood aside and she entered.

"What's wrong, Sue?" I asked her as I led her over to my bed and we sat 
down. I put my arm around her as she cried. "Are you hurt?" She shook 
her head no. I was confused. If she wasn't hurt, then why was she 
crying? "Did someone try to hurt you?" No again. I sighed. "Okay," I 
said, lifting her chin so she could look me in the eye, "if you're not 
hurt, and nobody tried to hurt you, then what..?"

She looked at me then she reached her hand into the pocket of her 
jeans. When she handed a paper to me and I looked at it, my eyes gaped. 
It was the same thing I had received when I started my freshman year, 
the NiS Program pamphlet, only the up-dated version. "Where did you get 
this?"

"They gave them to all the fourth graders through the eighth graders 
yesterday," she sobbed, a little more under control now. "It starts 
next week. I just know they're going to pick me."

Now, perhaps I should explain. We've had the Program in our high school 
for about six years, we all knew what it was about, and I had the honor 
to play my part in the play my freshman year, two years ago. I had 
always been shy, and going naked in school and being fondled by girls, 
though extremely arousing, didn't help my shyness any. Or at least 
that's what I thought. I still avoided crowds whenever I could, keeping 
to the less-crowded areas talking with my friends. But I realized that 
I was less likely to be embarrassed if someone walked in on me in the 
bedroom or bathroom when I was undressed, just a little uncomfortable, 
more concerned if whether they were offended by my being nude. Maybe it 
did help a little after all.

Anyway, the Powers That Be had deemed it reasonable to extend that 
program, not only to the middle school but to the elementary school as 
well. I looked at my 10 year old sister and said, "Well, you know I 
went through it two years ago." She nodded, rubbing her eyes. I smiled 
at her and said, "I know exactly how you feel. It's embarrassing and 
nerve-wracking to have to walk around naked with everyone staring at 
you, touching you, feeling all your private spots. Have you talked to 
mom about this?" 

She nodded. 

"What did she say?" 

"She said I should talk to you since you did it already," she sniffed.

"Oh great! Thanks, mom," I yelled.

"You're welcome," came mom's voice from the hall. Sue giggled. I smiled 
at her, patting her shoulder. 

I thought a moment, then I said, "Wait here, I need to talk to mom. I 
have an idea that may help you. Okay?" She smiled and nodded. I left 
her sitting on my bed and left the room, heading for mom's den, just a 
few feet away. She looked up as I entered and raised her eyebrow just 
like Mr. Spock. I grinned. 

"Handing it off to me, huh?" I asked her, smiling to show I wasn't mad 
or anything.

"Well, you went through it, so I thought that you could show her what 
she would have to deal with. Can you?"

"That's why I'm here. I have some ideas, but I'm not sure if you'll 
approve." I sat down on the chair a few feet from her.

"Well, tell me what you want to do."

I thought a moment, then, taking a deep breath, I told her, "I suggest 
taking her through the initial process of undressing. Whether it takes 
place in the Principal's office or elsewhere, it will involve her 
undressing in front of strangers and her being naked in front of people 
she might know afterwards. If she has some idea of what to expect, 
something I didn't have, she'll be able to go in there Monday or 
whenever and be better able to handle it." 

I looked at mom. She smiled and nodded, "That sounds fine to me. But 
she won't be alone in the process. There will be a boy there."

"I know. I intend to show that boys at that age are clueless about 
girls and they may be very excited and try to touch her more harshly 
than they should. She should know that she has control. She can say 
what is reasonable or not. I suspect that there will be more 
precautions taken with such young kids. If there aren't, there should 
be, and I aim to make sure she knows what she can let them do and what 
she should do when they go beyond that." 

"Good, John. What happens when she sees her first naked boy?"

"I don't know. Maybe I should take the part of the boy. We could make a 
play out of it, make it fun."

"That is a good idea, honey. Do you want me there?"

That was the question I wasn't sure of. "I don't know," I told her. 
"She's going to be touched and prodded, maybe even have some orgasms. I 
don't want her to get scared by her feelings. She hasn't even started 
puberty yet."

"I have a suggestion, if you want to hear it," she said, looking 
strangely at me.

"Sure."

"You show her just how the boys will want to touch her. You will have 
her naked anyway, and I trust you not to hurt her, so you show her. 
That way, she'll know when they're going too far." 

"I don't know, mom. That last girl that I touched last year was during 
the last week of the Program and she didn't seem to enjoy it very much."

"Even so, you know what to expect and you can explain it to her. Just 
do your best, son," she said. smiling encouragement to me.

I sighed. "Okay. I'll start like I'm the Principal and work from there. 
When I'm done, she'll be naked, know what a naked boy looks like and 
what feelings she is probably going to experience. I just hope that 
this doesn't hurt her psychologically, I'm her brother."

"I don't think it'll do any more harm than the Program will."

I nodded and left the room. Going back to mine I found her reading the 
book I'd left on my desk. "Like it, sis?"

She jumped and put it down. "You scared me. What did mom say?"

"She said I was to show you what to expect and I will. Let's go into 
your room. You'll be more comfortable in there." She nodded and I 
followed her to her room.

When she was seated on her bed, I asked her, "What's your principal's 
name?"

"Mr. Fairchild."

"Okay, I'm going to be Mr. Fairchild and you are you. Stand up. Now 
standing beside you is a boy, we'll call him.."

"Tom Kenney!" she called out.

"Ohh, so he is a boy you like, hmm?" I asked her, teasing. She blushed 
and nodded.

"Good, then he'll be Tom Kenny. Now you're standing in front of Mr. 
Fairchild's desk in his office, with the door closed. You both are 
frightened of what is to happen. That's the scene."

I pulled her desk chair over to the middle of the room and sat down. 
"Miss Davis, Mr. Kenny," I said in a deep voice. causing her to giggle, 
"You both know why you are here. When you leave here, you both will be 
naked and will spend the rest of the week that way. Is that 
understood?" I looked at her menacingly. She laughed then got serious.

"Please, sir, please don't make us do this. It is so embarrassing," and 
she hung her head down like she wanted to cry. I jumped up and stood 
beside her and pleaded an a high voice, "Yes, please sir, I just can't 
take my clothes off in front of a girl," accenting the word girl. I 
went back to my seat and said, "Now, none of that. You both received 
the rule pamphlets, you both know what is involved. Now, either you 
both voluntarily undress or I will have some teachers do it for you."

Sue's eyes widened. "Would he really do that?"

I nodded. "From what I understand, when my Program started several 
years ago, they had trouble with getting the students to disrobe, 
undress, so they had some teachers do it. When it got around that they 
were serious about the Program, that trouble went away, but not without 
a lot of complaining."

Sue's face was white. I went and hugged her. "Now don't worry, that's 
why we're doing this, after all. All right, let's continue." In the 
deep voice, I said, "You will undress now. When you are finished, you 
will take a long look at each other, as I'll warrant neither of you 
have seen a naked person of the opposite sex. Have you?" She shook her 
head. I smiled. "Okay, start undressing and I'll play Tom, poor scared 
little Tom."

"U-undress? In front of you? I can't." She looked really frightened 
now. 

"Honey, mom said it's okay. That's what you will have to do when you 
get picked. This is a practice run and it has to be as real as 
possible. Understand?"

"I-I guess. Are you really getting naked, too?" she asked with a quiver.

"Yes, and I'll touch you like a boy will, and you can touch me. That 
way you will know what to expect. And there's one thing - if it feel's 
good, it's all right to react. You don't have to hide it." I smiled at 
her and she gave me a small smile back.

I stood up and watched as she started to pull her shirt out of her 
pants. She was watching me. "You should look shy, even though you may 
not feel it at the time. Turn your back to the boy, because he will do 
that, too." She turned her back as she pulled off her shirt revealing 
her naked back. Without turning, I removed my own clothes and was just 
pulling off my shorts when she looked bashfully over her shoulder. 
"That's a good touch, Sue. Remember that when it's time. Now turn 
slowly around with your hand over your private places. That's not 
allowed but you don't know that yet."

I smiled as she turned around, her right arm across her chest and her 
left hand over her pussy. Her eyes widened when she saw me, and she 
gasped. "Wow! That's what one looks like?" she asked me. I smiled. 
"Yes, but they're all different, some are longer, some are shorter, 
thicker, thinner, whatever, but they all perform the same function," I 
told her. Then I said in my high voice, pretending to be Tom, "Oh boy! 
You're naked!" She giggled and let her hands slip a little. "Hey, you 
don't have a pee-pee," I gasped as Tom. "What happened to it?"

Then, as Mr. Fairchild, I said, "Young man, females don't have penises, 
like you and me, they have vaginas. When you get a little older. you'll 
appreciate that. Now I want you both to approach the other (Motioning 
her to me) and touch the other. Don't be afraid. Miss Davis, remove 
your arms. That is not allowed. Now!" Sue dropped her arms to her side 
and came closer, then she reached out and touched my penis on the head. 
At the same time, I put my finger on her vaginal slit. "Ohhh, it's so 
warm and soft," she said, and I said, as Tom, "Gee, you're warm, too, 
and wet. Did you pee?"

She stood back shaking her head no. As Mr. Fairchild, I said, "No 
Thomas, she didn't, she is wet there due to her nervousness and 
excitement. Like you and I get erect when we get excited, females get 
wet to allow for penetration."

"Penetration?" she asked.

"When a man and a woman engage in sex, he slides his penis, this here," 
I said, lifting my penis and showing her, "into the female's vaginal 
orifice, but if she isn't wet there, it can be painful for her. Lie 
down and I'll show you with my finger." 

She went back to her bed and lay there, looking scared. "Don't worry, I 
won't hurt you." I smiled at her to let her know I meant it. As I 
pulled her pillow from the head of her bed and placed it behind her 
head so that she could see what was happening, I told her, "Spread your 
legs." Her face reddened and she violently shook her head no. "In 
school, you'll have to show all the boys. For the moment, and while 
you're in the program, you'll have to forget most of the manners mom 
has taught you about being a good girl. You'll be forced against your 
will by the Program's rules to do some naughty things, like showing 
your vagina, or, as the boys will probably call it, your pussy. So now 
I would like to touch your pussy. May I? That is an example of a 
reasonable request and you have to agree to it. What isn't reasonable, 
especially for a girl your age, is for a boy to put his finger too far 
inside you. He could hurt you."

"How?" she asked nervously.

"Inside every girl when she's born is something called a hymen. It 
protects you from dirt and other stuff going inside you until you are 
old enough to take care of yourself. It also means that you are a 
virgin, which even today means a lot. If a boy puts his finger too deep 
inside, he could break it, then you wouldn't have one anymore and it 
would bleed and hurt when he does it. You have to be careful. Do you 
hear me?" She shook her head up and down several times fast. I smiled 
at her.

"Now, will you let me touch you?" She nodded and hesitantly spread her 
legs, pushihing her knees up slightly. When I got a good look at her 
tight pussy, my cock grew hard. "Wow, did I do that?" she asked me, 
pointing at my cock. I smiled, "Yes, you have a very pretty pussy." She 
smiled at that. 

"Really?" she asked, pleased.  

"Yes, really," I said, smiling. "Now, this is what it feels like to be 
touched by someone else." I reached out and ran my finger gently up and 
down her closed slit, then I gently spread the outer lips. She 
stiffened and moaned. I asked her, "Does that hurt?" She shook her head 
no, and started breathing hard as I continued to play with her. She was 
shaking and moaning till I stopped and stood up. "No, please don't 
stop, Tom, that feels good!" She must have been thinking of her 
boyfriend when I did that. "It feels good? If a boy is careful and 
considerate, he can make you feel very good. Don't forget, it's okay to 
express yourself in an instance like this. Moan, cry out, but don't 
ever forget. don't get so far out that they can take advantage of you." 
As I was talking to her, I had returned my finger to her pussy and was 
gently pushing it in. I finally felt her hymen and was pushing against 
it when she sat up and said, "No! I don't like that. Stop." 

I stood up and clapped my hands. I smiled and said, "Very good, Sue. 
That's exactly what you should do. Even it felt good before I did that. 
If I had gone further, you wouldn't have a hymen now. Let them play 
with the outer lips, even rub your clitoris, or clit, as it's called, 
but don't let them stick anything inside you. Okay, honey?" She looked 
up at me and nodded. Then she lay back again on the bed. Her breathing 
had returned to normal but her face was still reddish.

"What's a clit?" she asked me.

"Want me to show you?"

"Yes, please, John," she said. Good she was back with me again.

I went back to rubbing her pussy, pushing my finger gently back inside, 
but instead of going in, I went up. Her body shook when my finger 
touched the nubbin at the top. She jumped when I took it between my 
thumb and first two fingers and gently rubbed it. "Oh God, that's..." 
she started to say but couldn't continue as she experienced her first 
orgasm. I continued to rub her some more, gently inserting my finger 
inside, being careful of her hymen, and moving it in and out. She shook 
so violently that I almost lost my hold. Finally though, she grabbed my 
hand and pulled it out. "Enough! Oh, god..." she cried, breathless, 
shaking her head back and forth. I smiled.

"That, little girl, was an orgasm. It is what lovers try to reach but 
do it only about half the time, I hear, especially the girls and women. 
Did you like it?"

She raised her head and replied, "Do it again! Please?"

"That's my girl. Maybe later, when you've collected yourself. You'll 
probably get what we call horny from all the boys playing with you. 
That's when you get wet between your legs and you feel a tingle there. 
Your nipples will harden also. You can bring yourself off like I did. 
Give me your hand." She sat up and extended her hand. I took it, smiled 
at her and placed her finger right on her clit. Her eyes lit up and she 
rubbed herself. "That is what you can do when you're in bed at night. 
When in the Program, you will be given a chance during the day to get 
relief. You might even get to see some of the older, more mature boys 
asking for relief. You'll like that. They play with themselves, or they 
can ask for help."

"I could help them? I mean, I could touch them like I touched you 
before?"

"That is just what I mean. In the Program, you are allowed to do things 
that you thought were forbidden before. But never allow them to try to 
put their penises inside you." She nodded at that. "I won't," she said 
seriously. 

"Good. Now, would you like to see what happens when a boy older than 
your boys does when he gets excited?" She nodded, smiling. I laid back 
on her bed, my legs separated slightly and hanging off the edge. "Go 
ahead, take it in your hand. It's okay, don't be scared. Mine might be 
bigger than those you'll see in your school but they're all pretty much 
alike."

She moved between my legs and ran her fingers over my balls and my 
penis. "You have to be careful with the balls, the testicles as they're 
called, because they are very sensitive. Don't squeeze too hard, unless 
you intend to hurt the boy. You will, seriously." She nodded and gently 
gripped them. I couldn't do anything but moan and move a little. I had 
the fingers of a ten year old playing with me. Who wouldn't moan? She 
smiled at that. "They're warm and soft. Does this feel good?" I nodded 
and sighed. 

For the next few minutes, she just explored me, seeing what I liked and 
didn't like. Needless to say, it didn't take too long for the big 
event. I cried out, "I'm cumming!" and jerked my back, raising myself 
so she took my cock in both hands and stroked harder. I cried out and 
shot, shooting cum all over me and her.

Well I guess we attracted mom's attention because she was standing 
there laughing. We must have made quite a sight to her. Her naked son 
being stroked by her equally naked daughter. "Well, this is quite a 
picture," and she rushed out and returned moments later with her 
instant camera. "Say cheese!" and took our picture. We all laughed and 
Susan actually licked the cum from her hands, making a sour face. 
"Ewww! I don't like that," she said, grabbing her panties and wiping 
her hands off, then she turned and cleaned me off.

Mom came over and sat next to us. "Now, do you know what to expect when 
your turn comes? You don't need to be embarrassed, though I expect you 
will a little. I know from what John said when he had his turn, after a 
few hours, you won't even know you're naked, except when you have boys 
touching you. I heard what John told you. I want you to remember what 
he said. And if you have trouble, if the boys won't listen to you, then 
cry out loudly, so that a teacher will hear you. Understand?"

"Yes mom, I do. I want to thank you, John, She said, turning to me, 
"for showing me this. Also for showing me how to make myself feel 
good," she said and hugged me. I hugged her back, of course. It's not 
everyday that I get to have a naked 10 year old in my arms. "That's 
quite all right, Sue. I love you and want you to be safe. Now that you 
know, will you be nervous?"

She shrugged. "Probably a little at first, but I won't be scared. Thank 
you."

"Well, you're welcome, little lady," I said in my best John Wayne 
impression. She giggled and hugged me again. "Now I guess we'd better 
get dressed."

"Oh don't bother," mom told us. "You've seen each other and so what is 
there to hide? Besides, I think I'll join you," and she did. We spent 
the rest of Saturday and all of Sunday, and when Monday rolled around, 
guess who was called to the Principal's office? You guessed it, But 
that is another story, which I'll let Sue tell you. 
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