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Subject: {ASSM} "Oliver Naked in School: Tuesday" (NiS,mg,mf,mm,mb,mast,oral,bd,viol)
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   Oliver Naked in School

   By Daphne Xu

   Tuesday

   Oliver yanked himself awake, his feeling of utter humiliation slowly
leaking away as he realized that he was in his own bed.  It was just a
nightmare, he told himself.  Just another one of those occasional
nightmares where he realized that he was naked at school, at the center of
attention, and in serious trouble.

   He lay in bed, breathing slowly and deeply, but then shot up with a yelp
as he recalled the reality his nightmare had been based on.  Yesterday,
he'd been forced to go naked in school yesterday.  And he would have to do
it again today, and tomorrow, and the rest of the week.

   The alarm startled him, and reminded him that it was time to get up.  He
yawned and pulled himself up out of bed.  He slipped into a bathrobe, and
into the bathroom, noting that his younger sister, Jenny, was still sound
asleep in the next bedroom over.

   Back in his own room after the shower, as he dressed, he decided upon
knee-high socks and hiking boots, and long-sleeved shirt and jeans.  He
didn't want to feel under-dressed in the least, even if it was a bit too
warm outside.

   He went out to the kitchen to make himself breakfast.  It was another
nice day, and Oliver again decided to walk to school.  He didn't feel in
the least like riding the bus, having to face schoolmates on the way.  What
would they say to him?  What would they do to him?  Would they tease him
mercilessly?

   He also didn't want to face his family in the morning, either.  Someone
- his younger sister, for example -- just might pick up something; before
you could say "Naked" the family would know all about it.  His stomach sank
at the thought, and his breath shortened as he recalled with fresh
humiliation everyone seeing him nude.

   He ate his breakfast of cold cereal, milk, and orange juice.  Then he
started off even earlier than yesterday, and walked slowly to school. 
Every few minutes, his stomach turned and he groaned anew at the
mortification of what he'd done yesterday.  At times, he wasn't sure he
really believed that he would have to strip down naked at school.  Did that
really happen yesterday, or had he just dreamed it?

   The closer he got, the slower he walked.  But eventually, he arrived at
school.

   A crowd of students was waiting at the front entrance to the school. 
Oliver recognized a number of classmates in the mob.  They opened to let
him through, and several familiar voices called out, "Hey, Oliver!"

   Thuy was waiting just outside the front entrance.  Oliver stared at her
as he went up the stairs, eyes wide-open.  If she was beautiful yesterday
in her school dress, she was utterly hot, practically naked even, in a pair
of sky-blue nylon short-shorts, bright-red tank-top, and sky-blue
flipflops. He'd always had a crush on Thuy for the past year, but until
yesterday, he didn't know she knew he existed.

   "Hey, Oliver!" greeted Thuy.

   "Um, hi," answered Oliver with a gulp.

   "Oliver, I asked my Dad about this.  He said that if the school requires
us to go nude at school, we had to do it.  We had to obey the school
authorities."

   "WHAT?!?  You told your parents about this?" Oliver paled, sick at the
idea.  How could she be so nonchalant about it?  He would die from
mortification -- if he didn't die from his father's hairbrush first.

   The Assistant Principal emerged from the entrance with two boxes. 
"Here, my young Programmers.  Remove your clothes and leave them in the
boxes.  They'll be available for you when school let's out this afternoon."

   Oliver glanced over at Thuy, and saw that she was already slipping her
tank top off with apparent nonchalance.  She dropped it into her box, and
slid her shorts down.  She wore neither bra nor panties.  Oliver didn't
notice she was staring until a tap on his shoulder reminded him that he
should be stripping too.

   Oliver grit his teeth; if Thuy could do it, he could too.  He slipped
his shirt off.  Remembering that he was allowed to keep his shoes and socks
on, he undid his belt and slid both his briefs and his jeans down together,
clumsily working them over his hiking boots.

   He turned at the sound of applause from the audience at the entrance. 
Thuy took Oliver's hand, and they entered the building, followed by a mas
of students.  Oliver overheard someone, apparently an adult, saying,
"Aren't they cute walking hand-in-hand like that?" He forgot it
immediately, because as they passed a pair if restrooms, Thuy said, "I have
to go to the bathroom." Oliver had to as well, and by habit, he started
toward the boys' room.  But when Thuy went the same direction, he
remembered that he was supposed to use the girls' room.

   "See-ya, Thuy," Oliver tripped over her name, and he gulped and blushed.
It was almost the first time he'd ever spoken her name to her, and he felt
weak and faint at having done so.

   As he entered the girls' room, girls greeted him.  "Hi, Oliver!" and
various other "Hi"s and "Hey"s.  One sixth-grader ran up and pinged his
dick, shouting "PING!" just like yesterday, then ran past him out of the
bathroom.  Oliver sighed audibly, and the other girls giggled.

   "Hi," Oliver greeted them.  "Heather, Alice, Tracy." he tasted their
names in his mouth.  It somehow felt good to greet them by name.  "Um... 
you're Linda, right?" That was the girl he'd met yesterday in this room. 
She giggled and blushed coyly.

   "I'm Greta," said a girl.

   "I'm Karen."

   "Um, how do you do?" Oliver cringed, and the gigglers giggled again. 
His dick was hard, and stuck out at attention.

   "Say, do you remember when we're having the next History quiz?" asked
Heather.

   "Not until Thursday," answered Oliver.  "At least as I recall." He'd
forgotten the promised history quiz until Heather reminded him just now. 
He entered one of the stalls.  His dick was rigid, so he had a little
trouble taking his leak.  However, he did manage to aim it downward with
only a mild pleasant ache, and loosen up that his bladder was able to push
the liquid out.

   When Oliver finished and left the stall, a couple other sixthgraders had
just entered the bathroom.  "Hey, Oliver!" said one as both giggled.  The
other walked up to him and pinged his dick, singing "PING!"

   "Hey, Nancy, that's not the way to do it!" said her friend, as Oliver
glanced at Heather, who shrugged.  "My big brother showed me how.  But
first, we must ask permission." She turned to him and curtsied.  "Oliver,
may I?"

   Oliver glanced again at Heather, who shrugged again, but had a strange
gleam in her eyes, and was apparently fighting back laughter.  "Okay," he
returned to the girl, feeling all shivery.  She traced a finger up the
underside of his dick.  It felt oh so cool...  he was spurting goo out his
dick.

   "But I was just starting!" wailed the girl.

   Heather explained, "Oliver here was already close to cumming.  You just
pushed him over the edge." Oliver looked at Heather in amazement, not
believing what he heard from Heather.  Heather turned to him.  "I think we
should get to class now." She took his hand, while Nancy took his other
hand.  Oliver didn't know what to do or say, as the girl who had just
brought him off took his entire dick in her little hand and led him out by
it.

   "B-b-b-but," stammered Oliver.  "Shouldn't we clean up the mess?"

   "Leave it for the janitors," replied Heather.

   As Oliver emerged from the restroom with the girls, he saw Thuy.  She
was being escorted by at least four male students, apparently to her next
class.  Two in front held her hands, and two others in the rear each had an
arm around her shoulders and waist.

   Oliver flamed in jealousy and distress, and no small embarrassment at
the absurdity of the notion that she might actually prefer him over a
good-sized sports hero.

   At the door to the history class, the two sixth-graders left him. 
"Bye!" exclaimed Nancy.  "Have a good day, sir!" echoed the other girl as
she released his dick (now hard again), whose name he never got.

   "Bye!" replied Oliver, as Heather led him into class.  Oliver feared
momentarily what is History teacher would say.  According to the clock,
there were still a couple minutes before class began.

   "Hello, Oliver and Heather.  You're quite early to class.  And Oliver, I
see that the rumors I've heard are correct.  You are one of the first in
the Program now, this week.  My congratulations!  In fact, with hiking
boots and knee-high socks, you create very much an interesting image."

   Oliver's mind froze; he didn't know what to say.  Heather replied, "I
don't think he likes it, Mr.  Peterson.  In fact, I'm sure he'd really
rather be clothed like everyone else." Oliver couldn't agree more, as he
sat at his desk, feeling just a little bit covered by the desk.

   Class began shortly afterwords.  "Okay students, I'm giving you time to
read p.  216 to the end of the chapter.  Thursday's quiz will cover this
material.  And when you finish that, most of you still have the Gettysburg
Address to recite to class, some time this month." Oliver was relieved.  He
had already done his recitation last week.  Classmates had teased him into
going up and doing it, and he'd done okay, only stumbling in the middle
part.

   At least he wouldn't have to stand up and do it nude.

   Oliver got his textbook out, and opened to the page, intending to read.
He had already read it earlier from interest, but there was no harm in
reading it again.  He hoped he would remember most of the facts. 
Unfortunately for his reading, students were chattering all around him.

   He overheard talk about the Gettysburg address.  A couple were urging a
girl a couple seats away, Meili, to try it now.  Meili had been one of the
students who had teased Oliver into giving his speech a week earlier, so
Oliver quickly said, "Yes, Meili.  You can do it.  Why not now?" Another
boy, spoke up, as did Heather, urging Meili to give her speech.  Finally,
Meili went up to the teacher's desk.

   The teacher stood up.  "Students, we have another speaker.  Remember,
everyone should recite the Gettysburg Address before the end of the month."
That was about two weeks away.  Oliver expected that a large number of
speeches would occur right at the end.

   Meili stood up and spoke rather softly.  She got through most of it,
only stumbling a little in the middle.  Afterwords, the teacher said,
"Thank you, Meili.  That was well-done." She was blushing when she returned
to her desk, and Oliver and other kids all congratulated her: "Good job!"

   "Whew, I'm glad that's over," Meili whispered so softly that it was hard
to her.  Meili was always a soft-spoken girl, only recently coming out of
her shell.  She was also in Algebra with Oliver, although she sat halfway
across the room and was always so quiet that Oliver usually didn't notice
her.

   Oliver leaned toward her.  "That took quite a bit of courage," he said.

   "It's nothing like what you're doing now," Meili whispered back, and
Oliver blushed -- both to be reminded of his nudity and that he had
forgotten about it.  "I don't think I could ever do...  that.  If they made
me...  I just couldn't stand it ..." Oliver reached over and patted her
shoulder.

   "Okay, students.  Back to your reading, everyone," announced the
teacher.

   Eventually, the bell rang for the end of the class.  As Oliver slid his
books into his knapsack and stood up to go, Meili asked him shyly, "May I,
um, walk with you to algebra?" Her hand slowly approached his.

   "Okay," answered Oliver as he slipped his knapsack over his shoulder. 
From behind him, Heather took his hand, and he glanced over his shoulder at
her.  He wondered, did she glare momentarily at Meili?  And did it seem as
if she was claiming him for herself?  But Meili did take his hand.

   As was becoming habitual, a crowd had formed outside the classroom when
he got out.  They surrounded him and the two girls as they emerged from the
classroom.  Oliver tried not to pay attention to them.

   Someone shouted out, "Is he gay?  He's holding hands with two hot
chicks, and he's not even hard!" But it got hard immediately.

   When they reached the algebra classroom, Heather took her leave for her
own class.  As she departed, she said, "Wow, you do algebra?" Oliver was
just a little bit surprised that she didn't know.  Meili and Oliver entered
the room together, and Oliver found his desk.

   Algebra went rather normally today, except that the instructor never
called him to the board.  He volunteered at one point.  He was about to get
up to do the problem on the board, but he realized that he would expose
himself.  The teacher let him narrate the algebra from his seat.

   When algebra ended, Oliver was putting his books into his knapsack, when
he looked up.  Meili was apparently waiting for him to join her going out.
He got up, and Meili took he hand.  He felt someone take his other hand,
and discovered it was Lucy.

   They walked with him to French class.  Both Lucy and Meili hugged him
just before he entered the class.  A proctor came over and berated them,
"No PDAs allowed here.  You may make a reasonable request, but no PDA." PDA
stood for "public display of affection."

   "Bonjour, Mademoiselle," said Oliver upon entering the classroom, trying
to ignore his blushing face."

   "Bonjour, Monsieur.  Je vois que tu deviens popular avec les petites
filles." Oliver blushed even redder.  Popular with the little girls, eh? 
No, he corrected himself.  That meant more like "young ladies" -- at least
he hoped.  "Connais-tu Thuy Pham?" continued Miss Ellut.

   "L'autre nue?  Oui, elle est avec moi dans la classe de l'Arte." Oliver
blushed even further, thinking about Thuy.

   The bell rang then, and other students were in the process of filing
into the class.  Oliver found his own seat, and the class began.

   Oliver primarily wrote in his diary, keeping a quarter of an ear open to
the goings-on in class and about him.

   "Ecris tout ce qui vient a ton avie," the teacher told him.  Write
whatever comes to mind.  "Tu peux le supprimer plus tard, mais si tu ne
l'ecris maintenant, tu l'oubliras." He could remove something later, but if
he didn't write it, he would forget it.  "Tu eux ecrire en anglais si tu
veux." It was okay to write in English.

   It occurred to him that his parents or (most likely) his little sister
just might snoop through his knapsack and read what he was writing.  He
said as much: "Euh, j'ai peur que ma petite soeur ou quelqu'un en ma
famille peut le decouvrir, et le lire."

   Oliver found that, once he let himself loose, he had a lot to write. 
Even the concern about his family reading his writing if he wrote in
English took quite a bit of writing.  Several pages of handwritten material
were done (on both sides) by the time the bell rang for the next class.

   "Je vois que t'as ecrit beaucoup," said the teacher standing over him.
He'd written a lot.  "Tres bien." He blushed again, and tried to push away
the idea that Mlle.  Ellut was rather pretty and he was sitting naked in
front of her.  His dick paid no attention, and his mind itself only
semi-obeyed.

   "Euh, oui," he blushed.

   "Et tu rougis tres beau." Being told he blushed beautifully only made
things worse.

   "Euh, je dois rentrer a la classe prochaine." Time for his next class.
"Au revoir, Mlle."

   "A demain, monsieur."

   As usual, a crowd awaited outside.  A girl -- seventh-grade Linda, he
recognized -- took his left hand.  Oliver smiled and met her eyes in
recognition.  A sixth-grader again ran up and pinged his dick, singing
"PING!" and vanishing into the crowd.  A pair of girls approached his right
side, apparently bickering: "It's my turn." "No, my turn." Meanwhile,
Patrick, a black boy in his class, took his right hand.

   "Look what you did, bitch" said one of the girls to the other.  "You let
someone else get him."

   "No, it's your fault.  I get this instead." She pushed forward and
reached for Oliver's dick.  Oliver instinctively leaned forward to avoid
and, pulling his hands loose and immediately covered his dick.

   A proctor pushed through the crowd.  "Oliver, you know the rules.  Stand
up straight and keep your hands away." The girl gave him a triumphant
smirk, and took hold of his dick to lead him away.  Linda took his left
hand, while Patrick shrugged and took his right hand, and said, "They seem
to have it in for you, Oliver."

   They led him off through the crowd.  Apparently, everyone now knew his
class schedule, because they led him straight toward his Art class.

   They passed a pair of restrooms.  "Excuse me, I really have to go now,"
he told the crowd.  At that, the crowd led him to the girls' bathroom,
pushing the door wide open.  Oliver followed the girl leading his dick in.

   "Uh-uh, Patrick.  You can't enter," someone said behind him.

   "Darn," came Patrick's voice as he released Oliver's hand.  Someone else
immediately took his hand and followed him in.

   They passed an occupied stall, and Oliver glanced in.  The girl clamped
her legs together and shouted, "Hey!" They led him into the next stall.

   There wasn't much room for three girls and a guy in a single bathroom
stall.  The girl leading Oliver's dick squeeze to one side of the toilet.
Linda slid Oliver's left arm around her, and pressed up against him with
her right arm around him.  The girl on the right echoed the process.  Thus
Oliver found himself with arms around two girls, about to urinate with a
very hard dick.

   The third girl pushed his dick down, aiming it at the toilet.  "Um, it's
hard peeing like this," said Oliver as he tried relaxing and pushing
various muscles.  It took about half a minute, but eventually he managed to
pee.  He finished a minute later.  "Thanks.  And what's your name?"

   "Any time, Oliver.  I'm Jill." She slipped a piece of toilet paper and
patted Oliver's pee-hole clean.

   "I'm Alice," added the girl on his right.

   "And you're Linda," Oliver told the girl on his left.

   "Yep, you remembered," she replied.

   They worked their way out of the stall, Jill still holding Oliver's
now-limp dick.  Oliver felt very strange about leaving the bathroom without
washing his hands.  As they emerged, someone said, "Awww, that's so cute!"

   A proctor approached and reprimanded them.  "No PDA!"

   "Oh come on, Hector.  Be nice," said Alice as she cuddled further under
Oliver's arm.

   "I mean it.  That's the rule.  You can hold his hand, but no cuddling or
hugging or embracing.  Alice, you must pull off."

   "Aww," pouted Alice, but she shrugged out of Oliver's arm and returned
to holding his hand.  Linda complied as well.

   "Hector's my big brother's best friend," said Alice.  "Usually, he's
nice to me."

   As Oliver and the crowd approached the Art classroom, the merged with
another crowd of mostly boys, escorting a naked Thuy to class.  "Hey,
Oliver!" called out Thuy.

   "Hi Thuy!" That name slipped off Oliver's tongue much more easily now.

   Oliver and Thuy met at the door with their respective escorts.  "I'm
afraid I have class now," Oliver told his escorts.  "I'll, um, see-ya
later."

   Linda and Alice reluctantly let go.  "Seeya, Oliver." "Yeah."

   Jill bent down and took his dick in her hands, close to her face.  "I
hope to see lots more of you now.  Be good!" she told it.  She tapped his
dick, then gave it a quick kiss before standing up and backing away.

   Oliver turned and face Thuy at the door, his dick now hard again.  The
art teacher greeted them, "Oliver it's now your turn to model for us.  Just
stand over there on the platform.  That's very good now."

   Was the teacher treating him like a child?  He stood and faced the
class, his hard dick pointing out at them.

   "Oh, dear.  We can't have this now," said the teacher.  "Nude models
never get erections while working; it's highly inappropriate.  We'll have
to take care of this." She turned to the rest of the class.  "Class, I know
that this isn't quite the topic for this class, but I never pass up and
opportunity for a lesson.  Would anyone care to demonstrate how to give a
man relief?"

   Several hands went up, some eagerly, some rather hesitantly.  Thuy was
one of the hesitant ones.  A couple hands were boys; Oliver hoped it
wouldn't be one of them.

   "Okay, Veronica, you can come up and demonstrate." Veronica, a striking
girl with long flashy blonde hair, was one of the eager hands.  She came up
to the front and crouched down next to Oliver.  The teacher sat down at one
of the tables, and crossed her legs.  Veronica stared at Oliver's hard
dick.

   "Oliver, turn a bit toward Veronica so that we can see all the action.
Yes, yes, that's good.  Be sure to keep your hands behind your back.  It's
better for the posture, and you won't interfere with Veronica's
menstruations -- er, ministrations." Some students laughed at the teacher's
Freudian slip, while Oliver blushed fiercely and his dick bobbed up and
down.

   Oliver felt like he was going to cum any minute now, especially when
Veronica ran her finger down the underside of his dick, but she squeezed
the base of his dick -- hard.  Her other hand cupped his balls, feeling
soft and cool.  The ache in his loins increased even as the prospect of
cumming decreased.  Her fingertip lightly touched the smooth skin behind
his balls, and slid back to his anus.

   Oliver gasped and squeaked at the cold tickling feeling.

   Veronica loosened her grip on his dick, and slid her fingers up to the
bulb at the end.  She picked at his pee-hole, then slid her fingers around
his dick and down to the base.

   Oliver tried to control his reactions, but his dick felt hypersensitive
- almost painful.  He was about ready to spurt, when she again pinched and
squeezed the base of his dick.

   She put her mouth over the knob of his dick.  Her tongue played with the
knob, which was by now exceedingly sensitive.  Oliver found himself bending
over backwards just a little and wailing a wavy, "Ahhhhhhhhhh!"

   Then his dick erupted.  Spurt after spurt went into her mouth.  Veronica
took it all in.  His whole body buzzed in orgasm for the longest time.  He
just stood there, leaning back, rocking slightly, with his dick thrust
forward into her mouth.

   Veronica swallowed everything, and licked her chops.  "Mmmm...  that was
yummy," she said as she walked over to a sink and took a drink of water.

   The class was frozen silent for a moment, before bursting out in
applause.  After the applause died out a couple minutes later, the teacher
stood up.  "Well, that was unexpected.  I never expected such a
professional blowjob to take place here.  How did you learn to be such a
master?"

   Veronica smiled silently at the teacher.

   "No, never mind, I don't want to know," continued the teacher as the
class burst out laughing.  "Oliver, you look quite sexy in your hiking
boots and knee-high socks, but they're inappropriate for nude modeling. 
Please remove them now."

   Oliver complied, burning just a bit from the teacher's scolding as he
bent down and removed his boots and socks one at a time.  After finishing,
he stood back up and faced downward, hands clasped behind his back.

   "Oliver." He looked up apprehensively.  "Hold it right there; that's an
excellent pose." The teacher was standing next to the platform.  "Students,
begin sketching." Oliver held his pose as stationary as he could, while the
students sketched and the teacher pointed out various parts of his body and
spoke about muscles and curves and other stuff he couldn't comprehend.

   It seemed like forever.  Eventually, the teacher told him he could sit
down.  What a relief, he felt, to escape from that pose.  As he passed by,
the teacher whispered, "You did well up there.  This will seem strange, but
try and see if you can draw your own pose from memory."

   Oliver tried to visualize himself standing on the platform.  Standing
there naked...  His dick visible for all to see...  What the heck was he
doing here?  What would his father think?  What would his mother think?

   He began sketching.  He was about finished when the teacher called on
him again.  The boy in the sketch looked nothing like him, but somehow
managed to look frightened, terrified even.  "I think it would be nice if
Oliver came up for another quick pose." She placed a stool on the platform,
and Oliver went up and stood next to it.  "Okay, Oliver.  Rest your left
foot on the stool." The stool seemed horrendously high, and his knee was
above his waist; his legs were spread wide, his dick terribly exposed. 
"Okay, now rest your left forearm on your leg near the knee; lean slightly
on it.  Let your right arm hang down by your side." Oliver blushed,
realizing that he was being positioned for good crotch exposure.  "Oliver,
can you relax your hands and not keep clenching and unclenching them?"

   The class finally ended.  Oliver put on his shoes and socks, gathered up
his knapsack, put it over his back, and headed for the door.  Thuy took his
hand and they exited the room together.

   As he had come to expect, a crowd was waiting outside for them.  Oliver
kept tight hold of Thuy's hand, while someone took Oliver's left hand and
someone else took his dick.  The crowd led them to the cafeteria.

   Oliver shrieked as a hand slipped between his legs from behind and
tickled.  Thuy's shriek came simultaneously, and they both looked behind.
The faces in the throng were innocent, and he couldn't determine who'd done
that.

   Like yesterday, lunch was paid for them, and they sat opposite each
other.  The guy whom she bit yesterday was against sitting next to her. 
Heather had maneuvered herself to sitting next to him again, and another
girl from one of his classes sat to his right.  Guys had pulled up a bench
behind Thuy and were sitting around her.

   Oliver tried to talk with Thuy, and (he hoped at least) she was trying
to talk with him.  But everyone around them were all talking
simultaneously, and they both kept trying to answer their questions.  "Did
someone really give you a blowjob?" asked an apparent sixth-grade girl. 
Wasn't she too young to know about such things?  Or at least to mention
them aloud?  He was in sixth grade when he first heard of such things, and
he still blushed at the idea, and never would have mentioned them out loud.
"What's it like?" asked the girl.  He tried to answer as well as he could,
trying to put aside his embarrassment.

   They stood him on a bench again, right after lunch.  Again, a couple
girls ran up and pinged his dick, shouting "PING!" and running off, as his
dick bobbed up and down.  Another sixth-grade girl wanted to inspect his
penis.  What was going on here?  he wondered, standing on a bench gazing up
in the air, letting the girl inspect and play with his penis, while others
stood around watching closely.  The girl turned it this way and that way,
upward and downward.  She even rolled it, stretched it, and twisted it. 
Against all desires, he found his dick getting hard again.

   "Ooooo!" exclaimed the girl.  She continued to play with his penis.  At
one point, she pulled it down like a lever, down back between his legs.  It
hooked around his thigh.  It didn't exactly hurt, but it ached a little - a
surprisingly nice, pleasant little ache.  "Um, what are you doing?" Oliver
looked down at the girl and asked.  The girl answered nothing, but pushed
his scrotum and balls back between his legs, and smoothed it out.  She
tried to push his legs together, and Oliver helped her by stepping his legs
closer together.

   "There," said the girl with satisfaction.

   "Hey, he's almost a girl!" shouted a boy.  The crowd responded with a
deploring "Oooooooooooooooo!" and another boy called out, "That was totally
uncalled for."

   Eventually, it was time to go to English.  Unlike yesterday, he went
with the crowd, and entered the class along with the other students.  Like
yesterday, the teacher and the class paid no attention to his nudity.

   In the girls' locker room at PE, Oliver briefly noticed the very shy
girl he'd seen yesterday.  She entered one of the stalls, carrying her gym
clothes.  She looked shy and scared, from the brief view he had of her.

   Valerie called out from the showers, "Oliver!  Come and join us!"

   "Hi Valerie; hi all," Oliver greeted them, looking directly at their
eyes to avoid looking them up and down, or staring at their pussies and
breasts.

   "So what do you think?" asked one of the girls.

   "Eh?  Well, I'm beginning to get used to being naked here."

   "No silly," said another girl.  "How do we look?"

   "Go ahead and look," said Valerie.  Oliver swallowed and gulped.  Given
that permission, he looked Valerie up and down, and looked around at the
other girls.

   They all looked wonderful.  He couldn't help comparing their pussies
with Thuy's.  Unlike Thuy's and the few he'd seen years ago, these girls
actually had hair down between their legs.  One girl had a full bush
covering her pussy.  Another had just a narrow rectangle well above her
pussy, and individual hairs down on it.  Valerie had a nicely shaped
triangle of hair.  Another girl had a thin dark stubble covering her pussy
and the space above.

   That girl blushed and giggled at Oliver's perusal.  "I'm going to have
to shave it again soon.  Mine's not like Thuy's, naturally hairless." She
blushed again.

   "All right guys -- and Oliver, it's time to get moving!" called out Mrs.
Brock.  "Class begins shortly." The girls all dashed to the towels to dry
themselves off and put on their PE clothes.  Oliver took a more leisurely
time, not having clothes to put on.

   Again, they did stretches and exercises starting out.  Oliver wasn't any
better than yesterday, he thought.  He simply couldn't spread his legs
completely apart, and couldn't lean more than half-way down to the floor
between his legs.  Everyone was doing everything way better!  He felt very
out-of-place here, in the girls' PE gymnastics class.

   This time Valerie, looking cute in her athletic bra and legless shorts,
led him to a mat where girls were doing standing somersaults.  One was
supposed to fall forward, somersault, and end in a standing position. 
Oliver could do the somersault okay, but ending on his feet was something
he simply couldn't master.

   Oliver spotted the very shy girl in his group.  She was as covered as
anyone in the class, wearing shorts and tee-shirt, and socks and sneakers.
She was performing the exercise effortlessly, as was Valerie.  Eventually,
Oliver himself succeeded twice in coming clumsily to his feet following the
somersault.

   Then the instructor switched everyone around.  Oliver and Valerie's
group was switched to walking a narrow board.  Unlike the other things,
Oliver actually did fairly well -- he used to walk on balance beams as a
child.  Valerie and most of the other girls had no trouble whatsoever, of
course.

   When the class was over, Oliver went with the rest to the girls' locker
room.  He paused briefly to watch as the very shy girl took her clothes out
of her locker and headed to a toilet stall.  It reminded him of his own
practice, before this utterly bizarre week.  He wondered how he could talk
to the girl.

   His train of thought was interrupted by another sixth-grade girl running
up, PINGing his dick, and running away.  Immediately, another girl ran up
and PINGed his dick.  He cupped his crotch before anyone else could do it.

   "Violation!" shouted someone.  "He's hiding his penis!"

   "Okay okay, girls," called out Mrs.  Brock.  "You've had your fun.  Let
him shower and get cleaned up.  No more PINGing, and Oliver won't hide his
penis."

   Oliver muttered silently as he removed his hands, and clasped them
behind his back.  Valerie, having undressed, tapped him on the shoulder. 
"Hey, let's go shower."

   "Okay," he smiled.

   In the shower, as Oliver was lathering himself all over with his
washcloth, Valerie handed him her washcloth and said, "Oliver, do my back."
She turned her back toward him.  Pausing to tuck his own washcloth under
his arm, he began to gingerly wipe her back.

   "Harder please," said Valerie.  "I won't crack or break up.  Broader
strokes too." Feeling chastened, Oliver used both hands and rubbed her back
down with broad strokes.  He pushed rather hard, and Valerie pushed back,
humming and purring.  "That feels wonderful."

   He worked on her shoulders and started on one side, but Valerie dodged
to the side, saying, "That tickles." Oliver thought of going down to her
butt, but feared a bad reaction.

   After Oliver finished up, another girl asked him to wash her off.  At
the same time, a third girl took his washcloth and did him.  That felt
surprisingly good; he'd never felt anything like that massage, and it was
hard to keep concentrating on what he was doing with the girl in front of
him.

   Oliver and the several girls finally rinsed and dried each other off. 
"Good day," he said as he left them to get dressed, as he went to his final
class of the day, Science.

   The teacher showed a movie, and then spent the rest of the day
discussing current events in science.  Oliver found himself lost and
confused, when the teacher discussed Grassman numbers in relativistic
quantum field theory and supersymmetry and superstring theory.

   The usual crowd that met him at the end of class was rather small this
time.  Perhaps everyone was more interested in getting out of school and
catching the bus, than in the now mundaneness of a naked boy at school.

   On his way to the front entrance to reclothe himself, Oliver spotted the
shy girl of PE class in the distance.  He wanted to talk to her.  She was
very pretty -- red hair clipped in a ponytail, violet short-sleeved dress
down to her knees, black knee-high socks, and black shoes.  "Hello," he
said hesitantly when he reached her.  "You're, um, in PE class."

   "Yes, sir," she answered in a soft whisper, blushing a pretty pink.

   "I, um, thought I'd, um, tell you I think I know how you feel in the
changing room." Oliver wondered what he thought he would accomplish, as he
stumbled over the words.  How could this end in anything other than major
embarrassment?  "I mean, I always changed in a corner, out of the way. 
Never showered.  Never wanted to be seen."

   At that instant, another girl ran up and pinged Oliver's dick, shouting
"PING!" and running off.

   The girl giggled, but only said, "I'm Wendy."

   "Hi Wendy," Oliver said automatically.  "I'm Oliver."

   "I know." She giggled again, and blushed again.

   "You're very pretty." Oliver blushed and winced at how cliched he
sounded.

   "Thank you.  You look very nice yourself." She glanced down at his dick,
saying that.

   "Thanks.  Well, um, good afternoon.  I have to go get dressed now."

   "Good bye, Oliver."

   "Bye."

   Oliver continued to the front entrance, thinking perhaps this
conversation didn't turn out so bad after all.  Maybe he hadn't made a
complete utter fool of himself.

   An administrator was waiting at the front entrance with his clothes, and
Thuy had already changed into her tank top and shorts.  Oliver was in the
process of sliding on his white underpants when she approached and said,
"Seeya tomorrow, Oliver."

   "Seeya, Thuy." He held out his hand for a handshake.  Instead, Thuy came
up and hugged him briefly.  His arms encircled her on their own accord,
even as his mind shut down and his dick hardened up.

   So he took the bus home this time.  His little sister, Jenny, was
already home, playing in the front yard with friends.  "Hi guys," Oliver
greeted them as he walked up the driveway.  The kids, including a couple
boys, giggled as Jenny replied, "Hi Oliver!" echoed by a couple others.

   That was rather strange, Oliver thought.  He looked at them, and they
turned toward each other and giggled more.  What was that all about?

   He went inside, kicked off his shoes, and found a book to read.

   After dinner, Jenny expressed a need for a book for school, so Mom took
both of them to the bookstore.  Oliver spotted a paperback "college"
French-English dictionary, and thought that it would probably be better
than the vocabulary lists at the back of the textbook, especially for his
diary of his nude week.  Then he went over to the science fiction and
fantasy section.  Jenny was browsing there, and he recognized the book she
was looking through: "Arrows of the Queen," by Mercedes Lackey.  "I have
that at home already, Jenny.  You could read that."

   "Oh, may I?  Thank you!  They said it's very good, at school.  Do you
have all of hers?"

   "No, not all.  Mom never let me get "Magic's Pawn" but I read it at the
library."

   Jenny picked out that book.  "Why didn't Mom let you get it?"

   "She said something about the main character being naughty or nasty.  I
didn't see anything bad about Vanyel; instead, he was very much the
victim."

   "Maybe Mom's forgotten.  I'll get it."

   Jenny and Oliver both found a few more books, and joined Mom at the cash
register.  The books were rung up rather quickly, and Mom must not have
noticed, or perhaps this time didn't care, about the Vanyel book."

   That night, Oliver went to be thinking that going nude in school wasn't
so bad -- as long as his family didn't know anything about it.  

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