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Subject: {ASSM} Karen naked in school -- Tuesday
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Preceding story: In Karen naked in school -- Monday, I find out from
the principal that I am required, along with a few other girls, to 
attend school in the nude for a week.

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When I got up in the morning, I tried to think of a way to get out of
going to school.  Then I remembered that freshman girl.

I showered, then nervously picked out some clothes that I could remove 
without much fuss.  I wore blue sweat pants that unzipped at the
bottom, and a pink short sleeved sweat shirt.

I walked to school, avoiding the other students.  Even going to
school, I felt awfully conspicuous.

I went to the main entrance.  There was an old mailbox there, with a 
sign above it, "For use by nude students". Several guys were hanging 
around there.  I had arrived early, hoping to avoid the large crowd 
from yesterday.  It would be better to undress in front of a small 
crowd and then go inside, I thought.

The guys were watching me and grinning.  When I turned around, I heard 
comments.  "I think she's going to do it now!"  "She's got a great 
body, doesn't she?"  "Best tits in school!" "She looks scared!"  
"Yeah, she's shy.  Makes it cute to watch her."

I was very nervous, and took a couple of deep breaths, wiping my hands
on my pants.  If I didn't want to strip in front of a crowd, though, I
had to go ahead pretty soon, though.  I gulped hard and faced against
a wall, and kicked off my shoes.  Then I hurriedly pulled off my shirt
and then pushed my pants down and off, my face *blazing*, and dropped
my clothes into the box.  I was wearing nothing but socks!  I went
back and got my shoes on, then rushed to the door to go inside.

It was locked!  The school door didn't open for students until 15
minutes before classes began.  I couldn't go in for another 10 or 15
minutes!

I went back over to the box, hoping to get my clothes back, but the
box was locked.

I cringed, looked at the guys.  They were grinning, having a great
time watching me.

"I thought I'd be able to go inside," I said feebly.  

"So what's the big deal?" one of the guys asked me.

"Now I have to stand out here, bare naked, until the doors open!" I 
cried out angrily.

"So?  You're going to do it all day anyway," he said reasonably.

I stared.

"We're getting a few minutes of a private show.  It's not that big of
a deal, compared to the whole rest of the day.  Is it?"

"I guess not," I admitted slowly.  "I didn't expect it, though!"

He smiled.  "We're not going to hurt you, we're just going to enjoy 
watching you.  Okay?"

I shrugged helplessly, and braced myself to wait outside with them for 
the school doors to open.

"Mind if I talk to you?" one of the boys asked me.

I shook my head.

"I'm Dennis," he introduced himself.  "You're Karen Wagner, I know."

I nodded, blushing a little.  "Nice to meet you, Dennis."

"It's nice to meet you!"  He smiled, and we chatted about the ordeal
the school was making me go through.

The principal opened the door.  "Ah, some eager students, I see," he
smiled.  

I dashed into the building, with the guys right behind me.  A school 
bus was just pulling up to the door to let out a load of students.

"Miss Wagner?" the principal called, and I stopped reluctantly.

"I see you're ready for school today," he observed.

I blushed.  "I don't have any choice about it," I reminded him.

He nodded and smiled.  "That's true.  But I wanted to ask you to be as
cheerful and open as you can today.  It's a treat for all of us to
have such a pretty girl going naked around the school, but it's
absolutely wonderful when you smile, and are friendly and nice.  Will
you try?"

I swallowed.  "I'll... do my best," I told him nervously.

"Great.  Thanks!"

Dozens of students were streaming past by then.  So much for my plan
to get into my classroom before being exposed to everyone in the whole
school.

"Remember to let people look at you," he reminded me.  "Show me a nice
pose right now, please."

I gulped, but nervously set my feet apart, then intertwined my hands
together behind my head, thrusting my chest out.

He smiled.  "That's nice!"  He looked me over for a couple of minutes.
"Try this one, too.  Keep your feet apart, but bend your knees and put
your hands on them, bending forward a little."

I did as he directed me.  "Like this?" I asked.

He nodded.  "Turn around now."

I did so.

"Stay still," he said, and I obeyed.  "Hmm, yes, that's good.  It
gives people a chance to look over your fanny."

I stayed still, but felt nervous.  I couldn't see behind me.  Someone
could grab me from behind, and I wouldn't even know who it was!

Finally, the principal chuckled.  "That's enough for now, Karen.
You'd better get to class."

I hurried down the hallway, and got to my algebra class just as the bell 
was ringing, and went to my seat.

"Did everyone do their homework?" Mr. Dennison asked.  "I didn't
expect you would, of course, Karen," he told me, but everyone else
had.  "Why don't you come up here, and you can work the problems on
the board, with the help of the class."

He had me write each problem on the board, then answer it by writing
an equation that solved it.  I made repeated mistakes.  The class
chuckled as I calculated my breast size to be 78% of my body, the total
breasts in the school to weigh more than the moon, and 94 hands to be 
able to explore my body at a time.  I had to make corrections
according to the instructions from the other students.  I did better
on the other questions, though the subjects were all humiliating to
me.  I blushed all the way through class.

History class, once again, was really a relief, as the teacher was
sympathetic to me.  Once again, she let me sit in the back of the 
classroom, and didn't call on me to answer any questions.

I ventured into the hallway, very nervously, and hurried to my next 
class, which was gym.  I almost went into the girl's locker room, 
but then remembered I was supposed to use the guy's.  I sighed and 
went in nervously.

We were doing tumbling that day, so I had to leave my jewelry in a
locker.  Several of the guys were just getting changed into their gym
clothes.

One guy, Pete, grinned at me.  "Not much changing to do for you, is
there?"

"Not much, no," I said, smiling timidly, and hurried out to the gym.

Mr. Roquette was the only one there when I got there.  "Hi, Karen!" he
smiled.  "You've had some background in gymnastics and tumbling,
haven't you?"

I nodded.  I smiled, too.  He was nice.  "I had classes up through
middle school."

"Would you mind helping out with demonstrations today?" he asked.  "I
was going to ask you even before this week," he added, blulshing
slightly.  "But now... I'm really sure we'd have an attentive class if
you would help me."

I nodded, blushing.  "I'll help," I agreed.  "I -- I have to be naked
anyway," I told him self-consciously.

The boys were starting to come out of the locker room, then a little
later, the girls, too.  We did some stretching exercises, then we all
had to run around the gym a couple of times.

Mr. Roquette used me to demonstrate basic tumbling, then asked me to
help out some of the boys who were struggling.  They liked that pretty
well... I don't think it helped them a lot; they seemed to get more
clumsy.  They were looking at me, more than paying attention to their
tumbling.

At the end of the class, Mr. Roquette and I demonstrated some assisted
gymnastics tricks.  It was the most fun I'd had in school since I had
to take off my clothes.

Finally we reached the end of class.  I left my shoes and socks in by 
my locker, then went back to shower amidst the boys.  They were all
naked this time, and teasing each other about their hard-ons.  I had
to remain in the shower room until they were all done.  They took
turns requiring me to stand in different poses under the shower.

"Can you smile for us too?" a guy asked me.

"I'll... try."  I did try; I was awfully nervous and uncomfortable in
the showers with all the guys, but I made myself smile at them as I
stood in different poses and lathered myself in soap several times.

When the guys were all done showering, I went into the locker room and
rapidly toweled off.  "Keep smiling!" a couple of the guys suggested,
grinning.  

I did manage to smile as I dried my hair and brushed it, facing them and 
with them staring at me.  I put on my necklace, earrings and bracelet, 
then my socks and shoes, and smiled at them again.  "See you guys 
later!" I told the ones who were left.

"You're getting used to it a little," Mike said.  He'd waited for me
outside the door.

I jumped, he'd surprised me, but then took a breath.  "I guess so, a
little," I nodded.  "I'll still be glad when this week is over with!"

"Not me," he teased, chuckling.  "Sorry; I just like you like that."

I blushed, but then giggled a little.  "You can look, definitely, and
I guess if you can do that, it's better if you like what you see."

He grinned again.  "You *are* getting used to it!"

He was right!  I found myself smiling a lot more through the rest of
the day.  I blushed just as much, but was getting more able to cope.

My next class was biology.  Once again, Miss Hooker asked me to come
to the front of the class and had me sit on the high stool, facing 
the class.  "Take off your shoes and socks, too, please," she told me,
smiling.  "You can spend this class period fully bare, don't you
think?"

I blushed but nodded and took off my shoes and socks.  I sat looking
toward the class.

"Move your knees apart!" one of the guys suggested.

I did so, blushing uncomfortably, and several guys grinned.

"Do you feel horny sitting there like that?" the same guy asked me.

"Mostly I feel exposed and embarrassed," I told him after a moment of
thought.  "And a little chilly," I added.  The class laughed at that
one.

"But are you sexually aroused by going around the school naked, and 
by sitting in front of a whole class in the nude?" Miss Hooker 
insisted cheerfully.

I blushed harder.  "Yes!" I admitted.  "Yesterday... well, I come here
after gym class, where I have to shower with all the guys.  Then
sitting up here and being the model for a discussion of sex ed..."

The class tittered.

"It's perfectly natural," Miss Hooker explained to the class.  "While
the specific factors which affect Karen are societally influenced, her
reactions to them are built in to her, and all women, through
evolution.  A creationist might say they are designed for human women
by God.  The discomfort of shame is a societal influence, but the
arousal she is experiencing as a result of it, and of her own exposure
and helplessness,  is a basic human instinct.  Research during recent 
years has filtered down to the local school district level, including 
our own, and is now affecting policy.  It affects your lives, as well,
and this demonstration will help all of you to use that research."

Was she saying I didn't have to be ashamed about my arousal?  That was
fine for her to tell the class, but they were judging me -- and I was
judging myself -- based on societal pressures, not research.

"How do the boys in class feel about her right now?" Miss Hooker
asked.  "I'd wager if I were to expose all of your groins, I'd see
some arousal among the boys, too."

Several of the boys were nodding, and a few were blushing.  

She grinned.  "It's all part of nature," she told the class.  "If you
learn to appreciate it, you'll be happier in your lives.  If you boys
spend some time being nice to Karen this week, and she finds you 
individually attractive, and circumstances permit, it is possible the
result would be a mutually beneficial and enjoyable relationship."

She continued through the class, discussing sex and reproduction
issues in explicit terms, using me to illustrate her comments.

"All right, class is dismissed," she said as the bell rang.

"We'll practice what we learned.  Thanks!" one of the boys said,
grinning, as he walked out the door.

I sat on a chair and put my shoes and socks back on, then headed to
the lunch room.

"Can we join you?" a couple of the boys from biology class asked me.

I didn't know them.  "I... I'd really just like a break for lunch
time," I declined shyly.  "I don't even know you two."

"I'm Jeff, he's Rick," one of them said, smiling easily.

"And you want to be nice to me because Miss Hooker suggested it might
be an easy way to get laid, right?" I said accusingly.

"Well... yes, that's right," Rick nodded, hanging his head a little.
"We won't bother you any more, Karen.  Come on, Jeff."  He started
walking away.  Jeff hesitated a moment, then followed him.

I bit my lip.  "Hey... wait a minute!" I called out, blushing, and
hurried to catch up to them.  At least they were honest.  I felt like
I could use a friend or two right then.  "I'll have lunch with you if
you want!"

We went through the lunch line, then sat at a table.  The guys sat
across from me.

"It must be kind of hard to admit to a whole class that you're horny,"
Jeff said.  "Does it bother you to have to do stuff like that?"

"It's pretty embarrassing," I admitted.  "The whole week is going to
be embarrassing!"

"I heard you have to shower in the guy's locker room after gym," Rick
said.

"That's true."  I took a bite of my ham sandwich.  I wasn't very
hungry, but thought I'd better eat something.

"Do they... touch you?"

I blushed again.  "No, they just watch, and make me pose for them in 
the shower."

"Would you like to be touched by the guys watching you take a shower?" 
Jeff asked me teasingly.

I looked at him nervously.

"You said it made you horny," he shrugged.  "Miss Hooker said that was
a normal reaction to those circumstances.  Sexual arousal is pretty
much defined as the desire to have sexual contact, wouldn't you say?
So if it makes you horny to have a bunch of guys watching you shower,
you'd probably enjoy being touched."

"Well, no, I..." I started to object.

"Tomorrow when you're showering in front of the guys, think about how
it would feel to have them just reach out and have their hands on your
body" he suggested with a smile.

I blushed, but took another bite of my sandwich so I wouldn't have to
answer.

"What are the most difficult things you've had to do?" Rick asked me.

"Oh.  I guess... taking off my clothes yesterday at first.  Both days
in biology were pretty hard."

"What about the best parts?  I hope it hasn't all been miserable!"

"Well..."  I tried to think about a positive side.  "I guess...
swimming in the pool was all right.  I had a kind of nice conversation
with a boy yesterday, after gym class."  I smiled a little.  "It was
very nice getting dressed at the end of the day yesterday, too."

He chuckled.  The guys were both done with their lunches, and I didn't
want any more of mine.  Rick took our trays to the trash bin, then we
all walked toward the cafeteria door.

"Karen... stay still for a minute, okay?" Rick told me.  He moved
close to me and pulled me against him, and gave me a hug.  I was
surprised, but it felt so nice... I hugged him back and buried my face
in his shoulder.  He didn't pull away until I let go.

"T-thanks!" I told him.  "I *needed* that."

"Want another?" Jeff asked, and I nodded; he hugged me, too.

"Thanks..." I said, smiling at them.  "Thanks to both of you!"

"So do we both get laid?" Jeff asked, then immediately added, "Just
kidding!"

I giggled a little.  I still had to face the crowded hallway, but I
felt better than I had for the two tough days.

The two escorted me to English class, then left me so they could go to
their own classes.  Mrs. Thompson, who must have been nearing
retirement age, looked at me a little disapprovingly as I took my
seat.  The others in the class looked at me, too.  I sat quietly
through English class, and was happy not to get called on for her
class.

Finally, it was time to head to government class.  Once again, Mr. 
Hansen, the young government teacher, didn't do a very good job of 
concentrating on teaching; he was trying to look at me and also 
teach at the same time.  It didn't work; the class tittered again 
and again as he kept making mistakes that turned into crude comments.
He was sweating from embarrassment, and it was also difficult for me.

But finally the class was done.  I hurried out of class and out to the
front door where the box was where I'd been required to leave my
clothes.

"Miss Wagner?"  The principal called out, and I stopped at his office.

"How did today go?" he asked me.

"Oh... fine, mostly, I guess," I said hurriedly.  I wanted to go get
*dressed*!

"Are you having a good time doing it?" he asked curiously.  "We *do*
want you to enjoy the experience, you know."

"Well... no!" I told him, blushing and also astonished.  "It's
awfully humiliating to be singled out to go through school with no 
clothes, Mr. Harrison!"

He looked at me thoughtfully.  "Hmm.  Well, Miss Wagner, I guess I'd
say to you that no one promised any of us that life would be easy all
of the time.  The task of all of us, through our lives, is to learn to
deal with problems and adversity, to succeed in addition to dealing
with them, and to live good lives.  I think this program will help
you to do that.  I call on you to find a way to make the situation
into a positive, rather than concentrating on only the obvious
negatives."

I thought for a moment, struggling with whether to just ask to be
excused.  "Positives?" I asked him finally.  "What positives would
those be?"

He looked surprised.  "Well, for you personally, the main one is the
opportunity to grow, I would think.  Would you say you haven't learned 
anything in the last couple of days?  Anything at all?  You don't have
to answer now.  Think about that one."

I shrugged slightly.

"Then there are the other students.  I think they're learning a lot
from observing you.  Most of the boys seem to be enjoying it a lot.
It is worthwhile in itself to provide enjoyment for others, Miss
Wagner."

"I never expected the school system to require me to do it in this
way," I told him uncomfortably.

He shrugged.  "You can come to enjoy it if you want to," he stated
matter of factly.  "And if you don't want to, no one can help you at
all.  I suggest you think about that as well."

"Can I go now?" I asked, kind of defiantly.

He nodded, and I hurried out the front door, and was relieved to
finally get dressed.

I thought about it a lot after I got home, though.  My parents... the
school principal... all thought this was a good thing.  It seemed like
they had usually had my best interests in mind in the past!

It is hard for a teenager to admit that someone else knows more than
she does.  I knew that, intellectually, but it seemed like it was time
to try to really apply it.

TUESDAY EVENING

When my parents got home, they came up to my room.  "Got time to
talk?" my dad asked.

"Yeah, come on in," I said, and they both did.

We talked about it for a long time.  It was an uncomfortable
discussion for me, but I tried to listen and understand what they were
telling me.

They didn't think I should be so shy.  They thought I should be proud
of myself and my body.  They thought it should be fun and exciting for
me to spend a week in school in the nude, and wished I was enjoying it
more.

"How about you, Mom?" I asked her pointedly.  "How would you feel about 
doing the same thing at work?"

She blushed.  "Oh.  Well, that's different," she started out.  Then
she shook her head.  "Not that different, I guess," she admitted.

"Your mother will get her chance soon enough," Dad said, smiling.  She
looked alarmed, but I could see she would ask him about it later on.
I was also sure she'd do what he wanted.

We went downstairs for dinner, dropping the conversation.  But I kept
thinking about it, and so was quiet while we ate.

I asked a few further questions while Jimmy was doing the dishes.

"Do you think I should be running around naked outside of school?" I
asked my dad.

He settled back in his chair.  "Hmm.  At home, of course, you can do
what you want.  You haven't run around naked since you were a little
girl, but you could if you wanted to."

I nodded and desperately thought about how to phrase my question.

"Did he answer what you wanted to know, dear?" my mother asked.

I took a breath and shook my head.

"Go ahead," she told me, smiling.

"What about... other places?" I managed, blushing.  "School is very...
public.  Am I expected to give up my clothes in other public places?"

"Is that such a terrible thought?" she asked me.  I sat stiffly and
listened but didn't say anything.  "If it's safe enough... if it seems
like fun... it'll surely make many young men happy to see you that
way... so why not?  Once in a while, anyway.  Or whenever." 

"Also not so young men," my father added.  My mother smiled.

"How about... other things?  Sex?" I asked.  "Do you want me to be
more promiscuous?"  I blushed harder.

"Do you want to?" my father asked.

I shrugged nervously.

"Things have changed a lot in the last few years," he told me.  "I
suggest you try lots of different things.  Try everything you can.
You're young."

My brother walked in about then.  "Hey, what are you guys talking
about?"

We evaded his question and changed the topic.  After a while I went
out for a walk, going down residential streets, then walking through
the downtown.

According to my parents, I could just... take off my clothes and walk
in the nude, right down the sidewalk on Main Street.  I shied away 
from the idea, but walked along thinking about what I'd discussed 
with them.

I stopped in front of a store and gazed in the window looking at the
bikinis, but really thinking about the unusual activities for the
week.  After a few minutes, I turned and continued walking.

I wasn't watching where I was going, and ran right into someone.  We
both fell on the sidewalk.  I apologized profusely as I was getting
up.

It was Mike, with whom I shared gym class.  "Oh.  Hi, Mike!" I said.

"I thought it was you.  I just came across the street to say hello,"
he said, smiling pleasantly.  "It, uh... it's different seeing you in
clothes."

I blushed, then giggled.  "I guess so!"

"Mind if I join you?" he asked, and when I shook my head, he walked
along with me.  He was nice enough not to bring up nudity for a while.
In fact, he bought me an ice cream sundae, then suggested an out of
the way spot to go so I could enjoy it without worrying about other
school mates harrassing me.

I unloaded on him.  "I can't believe this week in school!" I said.
"My parents think it's great, the principal told me I should think 
of it as a positive... it's so humiliating for me, the one who
actually has to do it, that I almost can't stand it!"

He listened, and I complained about the situation at length.  But
about the 4th time I said it wasn't fair, he shrugged.  "I don't think
it's quite that bad," he told me seriously.

"You... don't?"  I felt kind of hostile toward him right then.

"Take it easy!" he cautioned me, then went on.  "No, I don't.  You've
very pretty.  It's not just me; everyone thinks so.  What if you
weren't?  *Then* it would be pretty bad.  What if you were that 
freshman girl who was so terrified she had to go to a psychiatrist?  
She's going to have to do it all over again another week, too.  How 
about that?  But she'll be all right, too.  She'll get over her
problem, and some day she'll be glad she did it.  You're fine right
now, Karen.  Not that I think it's easy, for you or any of the girls; 
it's clearly not.  But *you're* fine."

I blushed again.

"Done with your ice cream?"  I nodded, and he disposed of my cup.  

We walked along a side street.  He didn't say anything, just walked
along, looking around at cars going by, houses we were walking past,
and trees.

"Mike?" I ventured tentatively.  "I hope you're not mad at me."

He smiled, shaking his head.  "I was hoping you weren't mad at me," he
admitted.  "I'm not the one who has to go to school with no clothes,
after all."

"My parents think I should... try it in other places as well," I told
Mike, blushing.

"Going bare?"

I nodded.

"Maybe it would help you be more comfortable when you have to take 
your clothes off for school," he offered, looking at me cautiously.

"I guess... it's legal for me to do it anywhere."  I blushed, looking
at the street nervously.

"Yeah, they repealed the indecent exposure laws for girls and women,"
Mike agreed conversationally.

I looked at him, reminding myself he'd seen me naked around school 
for the last couple of days, then took a deep breath and pulled my
shirt over my head.  I smiled weakly at him, but was committed; I 
dropped it on the sidewalk, then took off my bra.  He was grinning at
me, delighted. I kicked off my shoes, then slid my pants down and off,
and finally, my underpants.

I sat on the ground and put my shoes on.  "I guess I'm... getting
bolder," I jittered as I stood up, naked from my calves up.

He chuckled.  "You're amazing!"  He looked me over.  "Beautiful, too."

I forced another smile.  "Thanks..."

"Let's just go for a walk for a little while," he suggested.  "Around
the block, then if you really want to, you can get dressed again."

"All right," I agreed.

We strolled around the block.  I felt very nervous every time a car
came past.  The first time, I started to jump behind some bushes, but
Mike held onto my hand.  "You're not doing anything wrong!" he told me
cheerfully, making me stay in full view of the car.  It slowed down,
then drove off, and Mike grinned at me.

Another car came by.  "Wave at it!" he urged me.  I didn't, but I
didn't try to hide, either.  I did wave at the next one, and giggled a
little.

We finally got to my clothes.  "One block is enough for tonight," I
told Mike apologetically, and hurriedly got dressed.  He shrugged and
grinned, watching me.

"Did you have a little fun with it?" he asked.

"Some," I admitted.  It seemed a lot more tolerable now that I was 
dressed.  Nothing bad had happened at all.

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