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Subject: {ASSM} Mai Naked in School 1 - Monday {Don Gordon} (f exhib reluc nosex)
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Date: Thu, 18 Nov 2004 00:10:05 -0500
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Mai naked in school 1 - Monday
By Don Gordon
With special thanks to Karen Wagner, the author of the
first "Naked in School" stories


Oh god.  Today has got to be the worst day of my whole
life.  I swear I've never been so embarrassed.  It was
like a bad dream or something.  I still can hardly believe
it.  If I'm ever going to be able to tell you this, to
make sense of it all, I'd better go back, and start at the
beginning.

I guess the first thing was last week when my mom got a
call from one of the teachers at school.  I think it was
Mr. Tanaka, my Japanese lit teacher.  I knew it had to be
him because I was supposed to do this presentation for his
class, but I didn't do it.  I had it all prepared and
everything, and I'd even practiced it in front of a mirror
just liked he said, but when I got up in front of the
class, and saw them all sitting there staring at me, I
just froze.  I stood there, terrified, not moving,
completely freaked out by being up in front of all these
people.  Mr. Tanaka finally took pity on me, and said I
could sit back down, but it was just the most embarrassing
thing.  I don't know what was wrong with me.

I'd done group presentations before, but in most of them,
I'd just kind of sit at the side, and let my project mates
do the talking.  This time though, Mr. Tanaka wanted us to
each do a presentation on our own.  I wanted to - I swear
I did, but just when I got up there, and saw everyone
staring at me, my mind just went blank.  I'm not really
good with that kind of thing.

Mr. Tanaka was pretty nice about it at first, but after
that, he was always watching me.  Apparently, he'd been
asking my other teachers about me.  They must have told
him I don't talk much in any of my classes.  I don't know
why.  I'm just shy I guess, especially in front of large
groups of people.  That's how I've always been.

"Who was that, Mom?" I asked her when she got off the
phone.

"Oh nobody."

I could tell from the look on her face though that it was
something serious - something about me.  But, why did Mr.
Tanaka have to go, and phone my parents for heaven's sake?
 I mean it's not like it was a big deal or anything.  I
don't even think we were being marked on it.  I always get
good grades on the tests, so it wouldn't matter anyway, if
I missed just one presentation.

When dad got home though, mom pulled him aside, and I
could hear the two of them talking about me in the next
room.  When they finally came out, my mom phoned the
school back, and said they'd take me in early Monday
morning for an appointment with Dr. Ueda, the school
psychologist.  I swear I really thought everyone was
making such a big deal over nothing.  It was just one
silly little assignment for heaven's sake.

Monday morning, my mom woke me up an hour earlier than
usual.  He doesn't usually but today Dad drove mom and me
to school.  My little brother, Hidenori, was still in bed
when we left.  I thought the whole thing was so unfair.  I
wanted to get it over with though as soon as possible, so
things could get back to normal.  I honestly had no idea
they were going to do something so extreme.

It was so early in the morning I swear I almost fell
asleep in the car.  I was still pretty sleepy when we got
there.  The nurse, Ms. Yamada, came down to meet us at the
front door, and escorted us back to her office.  I always
felt nervous when my parents came to school.  I mean I'm a
good student.  I keep careful notes in class, do my
homework and study hard.  It's just my parents take
everything so seriously.  I guess they just want the best
for me, but it's kind of a bit much when they come all the
way to school especially about something like this.

The school psychologist, Dr. Ueda, was waiting for us in
the nurse's office.  I'd seen him before around the
school, but I'd never really talked with him before.  He
looked very serious and doctorly in his glasses, white lab
coat and stethoscope.  He is a big man with a bushy black
beard, but there is a streak of white in his hair.  People
say he studied in Europe for a while and in the United
States, and he has this air about him of someone who
commands a lot of respect.

"Dr. Ueda, the Horiis are here," the nurse called into his
office when she saw us.

He stood up, and bowed.

"Hello, Mai."

I just kind of kept my head down looking at the floor.  My
mom shook my arm to get me to say something.  I felt so
nervous, but I bowed slightly in his direction.  He
motioned for us to sit down, so we did.  My mom turned to
me.

"Mai, Dr. Ueda just wants to ask you a few questions."

I nodded, but kept my head down.  I could feel Dr. Ueda's
eyes running up and down my body, probing and examining me
like I was some kind of laboratory specimen.  Nervously, I
pulled down the hem of my skirt to cover my bare legs. 
The uniforms at our school have these really short skirts
that always make me feel nervous.  The other girls don't
seem to mind, but I don't like it when the teachers or
boys stare at my legs.  I lifted my bag up, and set it
down on my lap to cover up.

"Mai, don't be nervous.  I won't bite or anything," he
said smiling.  For some reason, that didn't make me feel
any better.  Suddenly I imagined him as a bull terrier,
drooling and getting ready to spring.  I looked over at my
mom, begging her not to make me do this.

"Um, Mrs. Horii.  Is your daughter always like this?"

My mom looked at me with this disappointed look, but dad
said,

"No, she'll talk to us...  and her younger brother
sometimes, but as I guess you've heard, she doesn't really
talk much in class."

"Doctor, what do you think it is?" my mom asked.  Dr. Ueda
rubbed his beard thoughtfully.

"Hmm.  I've seen cases like this before.  It seems to be
some kind of autonomic imbalance or perhaps extroversion
deficit disorder, but don't worry, Mrs. Horii.  Clinical
psychology has come a long way in recent years, and I
think I know exactly what young Mai needs to get her back
on track.  Ms. Yamada!"

The nurse appeared at the door.

"Could you take young Mai into the examination room, and
help her get undressed?"

Undressed?  Why do I have to get undressed?  I looked at
my mom, but she just patted my arm reassuringly.  The
doctor went on,

"I think we might have to try Wagnerian therapy.  It seems
to be the best approach in cases like this."

Ms. Yamada looked a bit shocked at first, but she finally
nodded, and led me away.  Once we were alone in the
examination room, I started undoing my scarf.  I asked
her,

"What's Wagnerian therapy?"

She looked over at the door as if she was afraid of being
overheard.

"Oh, don't worry," she told me.  "It might feel a bit
strange at first, but it's not that bad really.  I even
had to do it when I studied for a year in the States. 
It's apparently really popular there now, but it's just
been reaching Japan lately.  Anyway, the doctor will
explain everything in a minute."

I was still a bit worried, but anyway, I started undoing
the buttons on my blouse.  I took it off, and set it on
the bed next to my scarf.  I looked down at my breasts
somewhat embarrassed.  You could see my cleavage between
the white lace cups of my bra.  I had to put my hand over
my chest to cover up.  I got up on the bed, and just sat
there.

"Oh, you have to take off your skirt too," Nurse Yamada
told me.

I just kind of looked at her, surprised.  Why would I have
to take off my skirt?  What kind of examination was this
anyway?

"Oh don't worry.  I'll be right here," she smiled
reassuringly.

I hesitated for a moment, and then finally got down from
the bed, and undid the side zipper on my skirt.  I thought
back to the physical I'd had in first year, and I realized
I must have taken off my skirt then too.  I was so
embarrassed.  Now it would be even worse because my hips
were even curvier than before.  I slipped out of my skirt,
and looked down nervously at my panties.  They were one of
my favourite pairs, but I hadn't really expected to show
them to anybody.  They had this curly Q lace pattern. 
Looking closely, I wondered if you could see my pubic hair
through the thin parts of the pattern.

In the next room, I could hear Dr. Ueda explaining
something to my parents.  I heard my mom say,

"We understand completely.  By all means, do whatever you
can to help her.  This has gone on long enough.  We're
ready to try anything at this point."

What does she mean by that?  Nurse Yamada spoke bringing
me out of my thoughts.

"Oh, and the bra too."

I opened my eyes wide, and looked straight at her, not
quite believing what I had just heard.

"Pardon," I whispered meekly.

"The bra.  The bra too."  She took the skirt from me, and
gathered up my blouse and scarf.  What's she doing now?  I
was already feeling embarrassed enough waiting there in
just my underwear.  I just kind of stood there, until she
pointed towards my chest.  She continued to look at me
impatiently, so I reluctantly reached around, and undid my
bra.  I covered my breasts with my hands as I peeled the
bra off, and handed it to her.  I felt so cold, naked and
vulnerable, sitting there in just my lace cotton panties.

"I'll be right back," she said as she walked off, taking
all of my clothes with her.  What is going on?  I guess I
haven't had very many examinations in my life, but this
was the first time a nurse had ever walked off with my
clothes.  I was looking around for something to cover
myself with when the doctor appeared.  I cupped my breasts
even tighter, and turned away, but he walked over to get
in front of me.  He was holding up a tongue depressor.

"Come on.  Don't be shy.  Say 'aah'."

I opened my mouth, and tried to cover as much of my
breasts as I could.  My heart was beating faster and
faster.

Next, he motioned for me to give him my wrist.  He
obviously wanted to take my pulse.  I moved my left arm up
trying to cover both breasts, and gave him my right.  My
breasts had gotten much bigger lately too, so it was hard
to hide them behind my slender air.  I looked down, and
you could see most of them already.  My arm was just
barely covering the nipples.  I took a deep breath, and
tried to calm down.

"Your pulse is running a bit fast."

Hearing this just made me even more nervous.  My face was
getting hot, and my heart was pounding away in my chest. 
He let go of my wrist, and suddenly, I felt the cold steel
of the stethoscope on my bare back.  Startled, I jumped
up, and put both hands on the bed to brace myself. 
Shivering, I suddenly realized that he was looking
straight at my naked breasts.  I rushed to cover them, but
he grabbed my arms, and held them down.  I started to
panic, but then Nurse Yamada appeared at the door.  Oh
thank goodness.  She'll help me.

"Oh, Ms. Yamada.  Good.  Could you come here, and take
Mai's arms for me?  I was just about to explain."

Nurse Yamada came over, and grabbed hold of my arms,
leaving my naked breasts fully exposed in the bright light
of the examining room.  I could hear the halls outside
filling up with my classmates.  What on earth are they
doing?  I have to get to class.

They got me to stand up, Nurse Yamada still holding my
arms.

"Mai, have you ever heard of Karen Wagner?"

I shook my head.  I couldn't even imagine what would make
them do such a thing to me.  I felt violated.  I just
wanted them to hurry up and give me my clothes back.

"She's a famous American, a pioneer in this field really. 
You see, she found out that the best cure for the shyness
that you suffer from is to meet it head on."

I turned my body away from Dr. Ueda, and tried to hide my
breasts as best as I could.  Nurse Yamada had a very
sympathetic look on her face, but she did not let go of my
wrists.  She looked into my eyes.

"I told you it may seem strange at first, but don't worry
I'm sure your feelings will change once you get used to
it."

I really had no idea what they could be talking about. 
Then, suddenly I felt the doctor's fingers touch my
panties at the waist.  I started to struggle, but the
doctor said,

"Hold her tight now, Ms. Yamada.  This will just take a
second."

I felt my panties begin to slide down my thighs past my
knees all the way to my ankles.  I was completely
panicking.  The hair on the back of my neck stood on end,
as I realized Dr. Ueda was looking down at my uncovered
pubic hair.

"Mom!" I yelled, breaking into tears.  Mom soon came to
the door.

"Don't worry, honey.  The doctor knows what he is doing. 
When this is all over, I'm sure you'll thank him."

My dad's head appeared too.  He seemed shocked to see me
naked like that.  He hadn't seen me naked since I was just
a little girl.  There seemed to be tears in his eyes as he
told me,

"Be brave, honey.  They say it's for the best."

Even more than Dr. Ueda, I couldn't stand having my father
see me like this.  I shook back and forth crying more and
more.  I kept struggling to break free of the nurse's
grip, but I could also feel this strange feeling building
up inside, a warm feeling spreading out from the depths of
my belly.  My senses were on fire.  I mean I was afraid
and embarrassed and everything, but this other feeling I'd
never felt before.  I stopped struggling, and somehow the
doctor managed to lift up my feet, and pull my panties
right off.

"There, that's better now, isn't it?"

The nurse backed away, and all four of them looked at me
expectantly.  I fell back onto the bed relieved that Nurse
Yamada had let go, but quickly covered my pubic hair and
breasts with my hands.

"Where are my clothes?"

The doctor turned to my parents.

"Oh, just when I thought we'd made a breakthrough."

I got up on the bed, and then dropped down over the other
side trying to hide.

"Bring me my clothes."

The doctor shook his head.

"Well at least she's talking," Dad said hopefully.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Horii.   Sometimes it does take some time
for Wagnerian therapy to work its magic.  I'm afraid it
looks like she's going to have to spend the day like
this."

What?  What's that supposed to mean?  I looked at my dad,
but he just nodded sadly.

"Well, she can't just go to her classes like that," the
doctor began gravely.  "I'll write her a note that she can
show each teacher when she walks in."

A note?  What kind of note?  Dr. Ueda went back to his
office, while my parents and the nurse tried to calm me
down.  I was frantic though by then.

"Everything's going to be alright, honey.  See, the
doctor's writing you a note explaining everything."  My
mom looked at me seriously.  I still couldn't understand
what they were planning.  The doctor came back in, and
handed me the note and my bag.

"You can come back here, and pick up your clothes after
school.  I have to go now, but Nurse Yamada will be here. 
After school, you can tell her all about it.  I'll come in
again tomorrow to see how you are coming along."

I peeked up over the side of the bed at the note.

"Go ahead.  Read it."

Cautiously I picked it up, and crouched back down behind
the bed.  It said,

"From the office of Dr. Manabu Ueda, chief psychologist
for the Tokyo district school board,
On the recommendation of Ms. Horii's teachers and parents,
it has been felt necessary to undertake Wagnerian therapy
to help Ms. Horii deal with her excessive reticence.  I
fully realize that having Mai attend your class in the
nude may lead to a certain disruption of the regular flow,
but Wagnerian therapy has proven quite effective when it
was tried out in the United States, and we are fully
expecting similar success here.  Your cooperation and
sensitivity in helping Ms. Horii deal with her condition
would be greatly appreciated.
Sincerely yours,
Manabu Ueda"

I looked up at them all as it gradually sunk in that they
actually expected me to walk around school naked.  I
looked down once more at my body.  No one, not even my
parents, had seen me naked for years.  Whenever I changed
for gym class or swimming, I would always go into a toilet
stall or cover myself up with a large towel.  I always
wore my swimsuit in the showers at school...  and now they
want me to walk naked through the school.  I can't. 
There's just no way.

Nurse Yamada started moving closer.

"It's almost time for homeroom.  You'd better hurry.  You
have a busy day ahead of you."  She came around behind the
bed, and put her arms on my shoulders.  I didn't resist as
she took hold of me, and lifted me up.  I covered my
breasts again, and tried to stop crying.

"There there now.  That's a good girl.  You don't want to
disappoint your parents, do you?"

I looked at their faces, and they looked back
sympathetically.  It looked like I had no other choice. 
But how could they expect me to walk around school naked? 
It would be torture.  I almost couldn't bare the thought
of it.  Reluctantly, I put my hand down to cover my pubic
hair, and slowly stepped out from behind the bed.  Nurse
Yamada picked up the note and my bag, and handed them to
me.

I turned my back to the doctor, and took my things from
the nurse.  I could feel the doctor's eyes on my bum.  I
moved my bag around to cover it up.  He took off his
glasses, and started cleaning them with a cloth, but he
had this strange look in his eye.  There was even a bulge
at the front of his pants.  My face started getting hot
again.  I quickly walked to the door, as my mom put her
arm around me.

"See you later this afternoon," Nurse Yamada called out. 
I walked out into the hall my parents on either side. 
There were some boys standing at their lockers and further
off a bunch of my classmates walking to class.  I huddled
up against my mother trying to hide.  I still couldn't
believe I was there in the hallway with no clothes on at
all.

"It's OK, honey.  You'll be OK now.  Everything is going
to work out fine."

We walked past the boys as I tried desperately to hide my
nakedness.  They all turned toward me, and stared mouths
wide.  I honestly couldn't believe I was doing this.  I
couldn't walk around nude all day.  I'd die.  I'd simply
die.  The further we walked, the more people stopped to
stare at me.  Don't look at me like that.  Please. 
They're making me do this, I swear.  We finally got to my
homeroom.

"Here, you'd better show the teacher the note," my mom
said stepping away from me.  Petrified, I slowly opened
the door.  As I walked in, all conversation stopped and
everyone looked straight at me.

To be continued

Don Gordon
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