The Program 1 and 2

By Peaceful Bard

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NOTICE:
 
This is a story from the extinct Naked in School genre of alternative erotica. If you are familiar with this genre and the stories it contains and it’s not your thing, you need read no further. For those unfamiliar the Naked in School concept is fairly self-explanatory and it fits in well with the theme of forced nudity. I decided to resurrect this dead genre here to renew some more interest in it. Please send feedback if you like it. This is a bit of a slow burn but I’ll try to make it worth your while.
 
-Bard.
 
Codes:
 
mf, mast, exhib, cons, reluc, coer
 
 
Chapter One
 
 
. . .

 
The first day of school at Auburn Middle School was cool, crisp, and filled with the kind of resigned anticipation that a new academic year brings. Students milled around the central quad, catching up with each other and talking excitedly. Aside from being the first day of school there was also something else unique about that day: a school wide assembly before classes began.
 
According to the eighth graders of Auburn they had not done that on the first day of the previous year, and none of the incoming seventh graders could remember an elementary school year beginning this way.
 
The talk amongst the student body was a combination of new year gossip, which teachers were nice, which teachers were mean, which classes were hard, and of course what the assembly would be about. Speculation ranged from the mundane to the extravagant, though most students were cynically disinterested, because nothing interesting ever happened in their school district.
 
“Probably the new principal wanting to make a big entrance.” An eighth grade student said to his two friends when the topic came up.
 
He was a small for his age eighth grader named Adam with long, wavy blond hair and a slightly chubby body type. He stood with his two seventh grade friends, a boy and a girl. Normally an eighth grader wouldn’t be caught dead in the company of two scrubs from the seventh grade, but Adam had few enough friends from his own year, and he knew the two kids he stood with from outside school. The three of them stood not far from the multipurpose room which formed one of the four sides of the quad.
 
“New principal?” asked James, the seventh grade boy.
 
 He was a thin and fair lad with short, curly black hair. His appearance was almost elven in nature, and were he not a boy people would call him beautiful, in an impish, pixie sort of way.
 
“Yeah, the old one was ancient, kept falling asleep at his desk and losing his place while reading the morning announcements. He retired. The new guy probably wants to introduce himself.” Adam said.
 
“I heard some rumours about a new program this year.” Said Evelyn, the seventh grade girl.
 
Of the three of them she was the most beautiful, with straight, shoulder length red hair and a body type that indicated she could aspire to be an actress or supermodel in later years.
 
Adam scoffed. “They’re always doing new programs and stuff. Last year they tried a buddy system between seventh and eighth graders, and the year before that they tried to make classical music appreciation a non-elective, according to my cousin.”
 
“Maybe that’s what the assembly is about. The new program, whatever it is.” James said.
 
“Possibly.” Adam said.
 
The morning bell rang. As soon as it did the three sets of double doors into the multipurpose room opened, and a teacher on a megaphone instructed everyone to gather inside.
 
“Well let’s find out.” James said, and led the way into the river of kids flowing into the MPR.
 
The twelve hundred students crammed into the room and seated themselves shoulder to shoulder in the rows of folding chairs that took the place of the cafeteria benches and tables that normally occupied the space. The chairs faced a small stage which was equipped with a microphone and podium.
 
A number of teachers and staff were directing students to fill in all available space and pointing the flow of youths towards empty seats. It was chaotic and noisy and the three friends were reminded why they hated assemblies. They sat together near the center of the room, James, Adam, and then Evelyn from left to right.
 
After several minutes everyone was seated. A young man, no older than thirty, took the podium and called for silence. He was one of those school administrators that tries to connect with the kids by looking and acting like them. He was wearing khaki cargo shorts, a polo shirt, and a pair of headphones were draped over his shoulders.
 
“Greetings, Auburn Middle School. Welcome to the 2020 through 2021 school year. I am Dr Sam Ayell, your new principal. A bit about me, I graduated from Northwestern University with a master’s Degree in education and Bachelor of Science in applied psychology. I did my doctoral work at UCLA, and got my PhD in education there. I served three years in this state’s department of education helping to develop an exciting new educational program for the children and teens of our wonderful state. They sent me here to Auburn to be interim principal because this school has been chosen to test the new program, and as one of its developers I am best suited to rolling it out in practice.” He said.
 
“Get a load of this guy.” Adam said with a smirk. Evelyn and James chuckled.
 
“The new program that myself and the teachers and staff have implemented is called the Healthy Body Image and Acceptance of Interpersonal Sexuality Via Immersion and Exposure Techniques. HBIAISVIET isn’t exactly catchy so we often refer to it as the Naked in School Program, or just The Program.”
 
Here Doctor Ayell paused for effect. The student body was murmuring to each other, wondering what the new principal could have meant by that.
 
“Wait, naked? What does he mean, naked in school?” Evelyn asked.
 
“Beats me. I wonder if the teachers will get naked.” Adam said with a laugh that was shared between the three of them.
 
“Maybe it’s a metaphor, like not literally naked.” James offered.
 
“I sure fucking hope so. I don’t wanna see Miss Schroeder naked, that’s for sure.” Adam said.
 
An eighth grader in front of them guffawed when he overheard Adam’s words.
 
“What if we’re the ones who get naked?” Evelyn asked.
 
“No fucking way, that would be super illegal.” James said.
 
“Alright alright, quiet down.” Came Dr Ayell’s voice. The room gradually simmered back down to silence.
 
“Now you may be wondering what this program means for you. Let me start with the good news. After you participate in the program you will be a happier, healthier young adult poised to enter maturity with a positive outlook on sex and the human body. You will learn things about yourself and learn to accept yourself for who you are as well as others.
 
“The bad news is that the process of getting you to that point can be difficult and painful, but like caterpillars turning into butterflies you will be a more beautiful person for undergoing the trial.”
 
“He’s stalling.” Adam said.
 
“He doesn’t want to get to the point.” James said.
 
And it turns out that he never would.
 
“For right now, I’ll spare you the bad news, you’ll find out soon enough. This program is holistic, it encompasses a broad array of curriculum and policy changes as well as the actual participation, which combine to give the intended results. I look forward to watching you grow as young adults as you experience and participate in the program.
 
“I will warn you however right now that every rule regarding sexual assault and harassment is still in effect, in fact enforcement and punishment of violations are greatly increased this year. I encourage you all to remember that when you learn what the program really means tomorrow. For now you are dismissed to your first period class.” He said.
 
There was some angry and confused muttering among the assembled student body at these words.
 
“He didn’t tell us what it means!” James said angrily.
 
“I think it’ll be pretty obvious tomorrow.” Adam said
 
“I’m kinda nervous.” Evelyn said.
 
The three friends went about their classes as usual after that, but the mysterious Naked in School program was on everyone’s mind. The teachers would not explain more, and taught their respective subjects as if nothing was different.
 
Adam took the easy classes, having no interest in over achieving. His elective class was drawing because it required the least effort. He wasn’t a slacker so much as utterly disinterested in the middle school concept. He made wisecracks and jokes, but that was because he hoped that by being the funny guy people would forget that he was the short kid.
 
At thirteen years old he was still stubbornly prepubescent. While he didn’t get teased or mocked in the lockers as much as he thought he would he was still very self conscious about his height, still shorter than most incoming seventh graders, and his persistent baby fat that wouldn’t turn to muscle no matter how hard he tried.
 
James was the muse among them. He was in beginner theater that year and had signed up for weekend singing lessons as well. The only reason he wasn’t in drawing like Adam as well was because their schedules allowed for only one elective a semester.
 
He had a secret, and liked to keep a low profile to keep it hidden. He enjoyed theater and acting but did not seek out leading roles. He had not gone to any local elementary schools, having just moved to that town, and was a “new kid”, though all of the seventh graders were new kids to an extent. This meant his secret was safe for however long he chose to keep it. He knew Adam through their dad’s work and had met over the summer at a company picnic, but despite being James’ first friend in a new town Adam did not know James’ secret.
 
Well, two secrets. The second was that he had an enormous crush on Evelyn. But he could never tell her, not in the least because of his first secret.
 
For her part Evelyn was in advanced placement and honor classes, on the merit of her top Standardized Test scores and recommendation by her sixth grade teacher.
 
She might be a great beauty in the making but she was first and foremost a nerd. She met the other two friends at a science fair at the local museum. James and Adam had already been friends for a few weeks, and when they learned that they would all be at Auburn together they started hanging out for the last few weeks of the summer.
 
They were a good match. Evelyn the nerd who couldn’t make friends with fellow girls because she was both prettier and smarter than them. Adam the late bloomer struggling with confidence who hid it behind the veil of a wisecracking clown. Gentle James the thespian, the boy who was different in a way that Evelyn couldn’t put her finger on.
 
They weren’t total misfits, but they were glad to have each other as the new year began. And what a year it was going to be.
 
 
 
. . .
 
 
 
Tuesday came and Adam and Evelyn were in first period social studies together. Like all kids what the Naked Program was was on their minds. They had discussed it briefly as a group before the morning bell but no one had any insights. None of their parents had either, and calls made by their folks to the school district were ignored.
 
Just as they were sitting down together in their first period classroom Evelyn was given a hall pass by the teacher and told to go to the multi purpose room.
 
“Why?” She asked.
 
“You’ll see.” The teacher said with an infuriatingly knowing voice.
 
“Good luck.” Adam said as she stood and slung her bag over her shoulder.
 
“I hope I don’t need it.”
 
She was really nervous as she walked to the MPR, this had to involve the naked program. What that could mean was too horrible to contemplate.
 
“Relax, Evelyn. You are a twelve year old seventh grader, there is no way they would ever make you do anything like that. Never.” She said as she left the room.
 
She repeated these words to herself as she made the long walk from the classroom to the quad, and from there to the MPR.
 
Several students were there already when she arrived and a few more arrived within seconds of her. Dr Ayell was there, as were two of the school counselors. The room was back to its regular cafeteria configuration. On several of the tables were blue plastic storage tubs with names written on white labels. On the benches in front of each tub was a roller backpack. There appeared to be about three dozen of each.
 
Evelyn’s sense of apprehension was growing, and she wasn’t the only one.
 
“This naked in school thing had better not mean we actually get naked.” One of the students said.
 
It didn’t look good. Summoned from class, bins with people’s names on them…
 
No. It’s a misunderstanding.
 
“Everyone find your bin and stand in front of it please.” Dr Ayell announced.
 
“What’s this about?” Evelyn asked.
 
“What do you think, nerd?” One of the local mean girls said.
 
“They’re gonna make us take off our clothes.” A boy she’d never met said.
 
“No way, they can’t, it’s illegal.” Evelyn objected, but no one listened.
 
Evelyn found her bin among all the others and stood in front of it as instructed. Her heart was pounding in her chest. More students were arriving and going through the same process of confusion and apprehension as her.
 
She pulled out her phone. She texted her mom.
 
Evelyn: Mom this is gonna sound crazy but I think they’re about to make us take all our clothes off at school.
 
Mom: what?! Whatever you do, do not take off your clothes.
 
Evelyn: I won’t.
 
Mom: I’m leaving work right now, just hang in there.
 
Evelyn: K
 
“Ahem.”
 
Evelyn looked up to see Dr Ayell standing beside her with his hand extended for her phone.
 
“Please I was just texting my mom about this.” She said.
 
“Give it here, you can pick it up at the end of the day along with everything else.” He said.
 
“What do you mean by everything else?” She asked, handing it to him.
 
“It’s pretty obvious, isn’t it?” He said, putting the phone into his pocket. He walked away with a smirk.
 
“No, no, no.” She said, wringing her hands and frantically looking around.
 
“Okay that’s everyone, we’re all here. Listen up please.” Said Dr Ayell’s voice. He was standing on one of the cafeteria tables so that everyone could see and hear him, all thirty something students that had arrived and were standing by their bins.
 
“Welcome to your participation round in the Naked in School Program. Let me take away the mystery, and maybe your last hope of salvation. Those bins are for your clothes and other personal effects. You will leave this room completely naked. You will not be permitted to cover yourself with-“
 
His words were drowned out by a cascade of objections from the students. Order was restored when one of the counselors blew a whistle. He stepped forward and introduced himself as Mister Albeck.
 
“You may not like it but it’s the law. Our state has passed laws allowing this program to happen, and it’s been approved by the school board. You don’t have a choice. Participation is mandatory.” Mr Albeck explained.
 
“Did our parents consent to this?” A girl asked.
 
“Your parents do not know. Once they find out they may pitch a fit or make lawsuits or even pull you out of school. But no matter. It’s school policy now and an official part of the curriculum. All homeschool students assigned to Auburn’s geographical area must also participate by coming to school for a week, this was also approved by the board. In short, you can’t get out of this.” He said.
 
“What about our rights?” A boy asked.
 
“There is no right to wear clothes, and besides you are children still, your rights are limited, especially when it comes to your education.”
 
“Please, go into this with an open mind. This is meant to be a good thing, a beautiful thing. Be proud of your body, be eager to show it off to others. Be happy when people stare and point, because they are admiring you.” Dr Ayell said, taking the reins back from Mr Albeck.
 
“I don’t wanna get naked!” A girl complained.
 
“If you do not you will fail the grade and have to repeat it until you do. Do you want that?” Dr Ayell said.
 
“Is this some kind of a sick joke?” A boy asked.
 
Dr Ayell sighed. “No. Now we are short on time, I want you all back in your first period classes as soon as we can. Once again, this is completely legal, and completely mandatory. As I said yesterday all rules about unwanted sexual contact are doubly in force.
 
“Some ground rules. One, you cannot cover yourself with anything at all. That’s why we’ve given you these strapless roller bags. Long hair must be behind the shoulders at all times. You will only be allowed to wear shoes and ankle high socks, but nothing else. This includes all jewelry and accessories.
 
“Ladies, if you are on your period now or likely to begin during this week please come see me to get a one time deferral to next week, but if we find out you are lying you will get a month of Saturday detention as penalty.”
 
“But everyone will see us!” Came an objection.
 
“Yes, that’s the point.” Dr Ayell said with a hint of irritation.
 
“You won’t get away with this!” Came another voice.
 
“The next person who objects will be given a Saturday detention.” Dr Ayell said bluntly. It was clear that he was starting to get annoyed that his students weren’t naked yet.
 
“Your week starts now. You must be naked from the first bell until the last bell starting today and ending at the end of school next Monday. You can arrive naked if you wish or you can arrive dressed and deposit your clothes in your bin which from now on will be stored against the far wall. Any final questions?” He said.
 
Basically everyone raised their hands.
 
“I was being rhetorical. I’ve told you everything you need to know. Anyone still wearing clothes in five minutes will get a Saturday detention. The counselors and I will assist anyone having difficulty.” He declared.
 
There really was no way out of it. Her mom said not to take her clothes off, but if what they said was true she really had no choice. She did not want to get a Saturday detention.
 
With a sob Evelyn started unbuttoning her blouse. Around her other students were timidly starting to undo belts, buttons, and shoe laces. A few were still completely adamant in their defiance of the order to strip.
 
Evelyn pulled her blouse off, revealing her training bra and the shape of the small breasts they covered. She erupted in goosebumps.
 
She noticed a boy watching her, who hadn’t begun to undress himself.
 
“Hey you gotta get naked too, stop watching me.” Evelyn objected. The boy blushed and turned away.
 
One of the students attempted to flee the MPR but was detained by the counselors. He was dragged back to his bin. Once there the two counselors and the principal began to forcibly strip the crying boy. They ripped where they had to and one by one his clothes came off. Every student in the room was watching the spectacle.
 
The boy was a seventh grader, Evelyn shared a class with him. Mike was his name, she suddenly recalled. He was a kind looking boy with sandy brown hair and freckles. He was wearing a white long sleeve shirt and blue jeans. That is until the staff members tore them from his body while he cried and struggled in vain.
 
And then Mike was naked. He lay on the cold linoleum of the MPR shaking and sobbing, with not a stitch of clothing on him.
 
“Hey! Your five minutes are nearly up, chop chop chop!” Dr Ayell said to the room at large.
 
Evelyn immediately began to strip, now fearing Mike’s fate as much as the prospect of detention. She peeled off her shoes and stockings and then her skirt, leaving her in only underwear. She looked around and saw everyone else frantically stripping to avoid incurring the wrath of Dr Ayell.
 
She took and deep breath and without thinking she quickly pulled off her bra and panties, giving herself no time to second guess or hesitate. She was naked. Naked in a room with over three dozen people in it. She used her hands to cover her girl parts while her arms covered her breasts, but she was keenly aware of her bare buttocks exposed to the whole room. She was naked!
 
It was a nightmare come to life. The naked dream come to fruition.
 
One by one everyone else finished stripping, with only a glance by Dr Ayell and his counselors being enough to frighten holdouts into taking off the last of their clothes.
 
Once everyone was naked they stood around, covering themselves, waiting for a dismissal of some kind.
 
“Well done. Please try to enjoy this, it wasn’t meant to be traumatic, even Mike here will come around. Place your school stuff into your roller bags and leave your regular bags in your bins. After that, return to your first period class. Remember, no covering yourself with anything, including hands or arms.” Dr Ayell said.
 
Evelyn was crying tears of embarrassment, she wasn’t the only one. She clumsily transferred her belongings and then closed the lid on the bin that now contained her clothes and bag. She put her shoes back on but not her socks since they were stockings.
 
She was acutely aware of her exposed hairless vulva as she worked. She was surprised that the boys around her looked just as horrified. Boys were always less modest than girls, right?
 
If she weren’t so preoccupied by her own nudity she would have been fascinated by the little and not so little penises that swayed when the boys walked and the hanging scrotums that jiggled in rhythm. Or else the perky nipples of the girls that were a visual reminder that it was a cool fall morning. But just now all Evelyn could do was think about herself. Every eyeball in the room was surely on her.
 
The thirty five naked students slowly and timidly left the MPR, wearing nothing but their shoes. Evelyn noticed Mike still on the floor. He was no longer weeping and he’d shifted into a sitting position. He cupped his boy parts in his hands, in defiance of the order against covering yourself.
 
“Hey, come on, let’s get out of here.” Evelyn said awkwardly, holding out a hand to help him to his feet.
 
He shook his head and averted his gaze from her naked body.
 
“Come on Mike, do you want to a make Dr Ayell mad again?” She asked.
 
He shook his head again but still didn’t take her hand.
 
“He’s coming this way.” She said. It was the truth, Dr Ayell was shooing the stragglers out of the room and he’d noticed the two of them remaining behind.
 
Mike turned his eyes to the direction she was looking. His eyes went wide at the sight of the principal striding towards them. He looked back at her, and then took her hand. She pulled him to a standing position. The naked boy shivered a bit and Evelyn noticed goosebumps all over his boyish body. He was still covering himself but it was progress.
 
Evelyn transferred his school stuff into his roller bag for him. Mike regained enough composure to clumsily slip his feet inside his shoes while she did this.
 
“You can walk right behind me if you want.” She said.
 
“Thank you.” He said. He seemed to remember the rule about not covering himself and noticed that Evelyn wasn’t doing it. He timidly let his hands fall to his sides.
 
Evelyn couldn’t help but look. He was hairless down there like she was, but his boyhood was a good size for his age, maybe the size of a glue stick. Evelyn didn’t know the difference between circumcised and uncircumcised yet, but if she did she would have noticed that he was the former, like most boys. She averted her eyes when he noticed her stare, and then saw that he was likewise looking at her private parts.
 
“Come on.” She said, to break the awkward silence.
 
He nodded and followed a half step behind her as they left the MPR.
 
“I fucking hate this.” He groaned.
 
“I do too.” She said.
 
The outside was even colder than the inside and Evelyn’s sense of exposure increased as the crisp fall air caressed her. She shivered.
 
“Nice ass, slut.” Said the mean girl who had spoken to her earlier.
 
Evelyn ignored her and kept walking, with Mike close behind. A moment later she heard Dr Ayell assigning her a Saturday detention for bullying. Evelyn almost smiled.
 
She walked Mike to his class. Every step they took she was looking for watchers, around every corner she expected to find crowds of people waiting to see her. The halls were empty however, aside from one clothed boy with a bathroom hall pass who gave out a surprised “holy shit!” when he saw them.
 
When they arrived at Mike’s class she wished him luck as he entered the room where he’d be the only naked person. Now she was alone, which was somehow better and worse.
 
When she got back to her first class the period was halfway over. She opened the door and entered.
 
They students must have been warned that this would happen since the room didn’t immediately erupt into chaos. There was however some excited talk among the students as she entered.
 
She covered herself instinctively, hiding her nakedness from the eyes of her peers.
 
“Take a seat, please, we were just discussing the discovery of the Americas and the early colonial efforts by Spain and Portugal.” The teacher said, deliberately ignoring the elephant in the room.
 
As she hurried to her seat she heard whispers of “damn she really is naked,” and “holy shit they better not make me do that.”
 
Adam’s eyes were as big as quarters as she sat beside him. The teacher put a packet of notes in front of her.
 
“So it’s true.” He said.
 
“I don’t want to talk about it.” She said. Everyone was watching her. She was naked! All she wanted was to run away, get away. But she made herself stay seated. She learned nothing during the second half of class, she barely heard a word the teacher said.
 
When the bell rang Adam hung back with her.
 
“So will everyone have to, you know…”
 
She nodded. “I think so. I was just unlucky enough to go first. Adam I’m naked.”
 
“Is it weird if I say you’re really pretty?” He asked.
 
“Yes it’s weird, I’m naked.” She said.
 
“I’m sorry this happened to you.” He said.
 
“Just stop LOOKING AT ME!” She snapped.
 
Adam took a step back, shocked. Before he could say anything Evelyn pushed past him and hurried out into the crowded hallway.
 
Adam took out his phone and texted James.
 
Adam: Hey the naked in school program is real they’re making students go naked all day.
 
James: yeah I know it’s crazy. I’m really freaked out. A boy in my first period class came in naked. WBU.
 
Adam: Evelyn is one of them, we have first period together.
 
James: holy shit. This is awkward.
 
Adam: especially for you, I know you like her.
 
James: shut it.
 
Adam: fuck I’m freaked out too.
 
James: not as much as me.
 
Adam: Evelyn isn’t handling it real well.
 
James: would you?
 
That day at lunch Evelyn joined them and ignored James and Adam’s expressions as she sat with them in the MPR. Her day had been hell so far, stared at and whispered about. It wasn’t fair. Every class was a trial, she was naked. Naked and exposed. Her whole body was on display.
 
She wondered why of all the boys she’d been around that day James and Adam were the only ones that didn’t have bulges in their pants.
 
Over the course of the day she’d become quite familiar with male erections. She’d seen several of the naked boys walking around with their penises sticking straight out. Basically every clothed boy she encountered also appeared to be erect under their pants, but not her best friends. She was very grateful for that.
 
James was obviously the more embarrassed of the two to be in the presence of a naked girl. He could barely speak in coherent sentences. It was kind of cute, actually. She didn’t tell anyone but she had a huge crush on him. The fact that she made him speechless somehow made being naked a tiny bit less bad than it had been.
 
“I’m sorry I shouted at you Adam.” She said toward the end of the lunch period.
 
“It’s okay I’d be angry too.” He said.
 
“This fucking sucks.” She said.
 
“I don’t look forward to taking my turn.” Adam said.
 
“Nor me.” James said.
 
“My mom always said boys were less shy than girls, she said boys love to wave their dicks around.” Evelyn said.
 
The boys scoffed. “Your mom’s full of shit.” Adam said.
 
“She said she was leaving work, but I haven’t seen her yet. I wonder if she got here. My phone got taken away so I can’t ask her.” She said.
 
“I’ll text her.” James offered. They’d swapped parental contact numbers shortly before school began.
 
James: Hey it’s James Evelyn’s friend. She got her phone taken away. She wants to know if you got here.
 
Eve’s mom: Yes but they told me how it was mandatory and if I pulled her out she’d just have to do it again. I’m not happy about it, but for now we have to accept it. I went back to work. Tell her to stay strong for me. How’s she holding up?
 
James relayed the information.
 
“I’m okay. It sucks and I hate it but I’m not dying.” Evelyn said.
 
James dutifully repeated the message.
 
Eve’s Mom: Good to know. Take care of her for me, protect her.
 
James: I will.
 
Eve’s Mom: You’re a good friend. I know she’ll be there for you on your turn.
 
James: can we have lunch sometime, just the two of us, without Eve? There’s something I should tell you.
 
Eve’s Mom: yeah, I guess. How’s Friday after school?
 
James: Fine. See you then.
 
Eve’s Mom: thanks again.
 
After lunch it was fifth period, the class Evelyn shared with Mike. By fifth period students were starting to grow more used to their naked peers, but this class had two bare students in it when most had one.
 
Mike and Evelyn did not sit together, but they made eye contact. Mike’s eyes were red and his expression was gaunt. Evelyn knew both would be true of her as well.
 
Fifth period was advanced biology. Like all the classes before Evelyn couldn’t focus because everyone was looking at her, well almost everyone. Some people were looking at Mike. He wasn’t bad looking, if Evelyn was honest with herself. Hypocritically she found her eyes lingering on him, when she herself despised the staring eyes upon her.
 
The teacher, a young woman named Miss Lopez, called Mike to answer a question on the whiteboard. Several students tried to suppress laughter at the idea of Mike the naked boy having to stand in front of the whole class. Two of them received detentions as punishment by Miss Lopez who handed down the penalty without hesitation.
 
In contrast to his earlier terror Mike bravely stood from his desk. As soon as he did more laughter erupted, as he had a full erection. Two more detentions were summarily handed down by the teacher who was not standing for any mockery of her naked students.
 
“Would you like relief, Mike? I can see you need it.” Miss Lopez said.
 
“What is relief?” He asked shyly.
 
“It’s a feature of the program. Any student participating in their naked week may seek relief at any time. Orgasm.” She explained.
 
“What’s an orgasm?” He asked.
 
More students started to laugh but a stern look was all it took to silence them at once, since four detentions had already been handed down and no one wanted to be the fifth.
 
“You were taught rudimentary Sex Ed last year weren’t you?” Miss Lopez asked.
 
Mike nodded.
 
“An orgasm is the pleasure you feel after a successful sex act. Do you masturbate, Mike? Most boys do.” She said.
 
Mike was obviously uncomfortable (aside from standing before his class completely naked), and he blushed.
 
“See? This is why we need the program. Mike, there is nothing to be ashamed about at all. Your whole body is beautiful and you deserve to enjoy every part of it. I’ll give you extra credit if you get relief right now.” She said.
 
“You want me to masturbate?” He asked uncertainly. His erection had not diminished.
 
“That, or ask someone in the class to do it for you. Does anyone volunteer?”
 
No one answered.
 
“Well Mike you can answer the question and sit back down or you can relieve yourself right now, it’s your choice.” Miss Lopez continued.
 
For some reason Evelyn couldn’t take her eyes off his little erection. His boyish penis sticking out above his smooth, round testicles. She found herself wishing she could touch them.
 
“I volunteer.” She said, before her brain could catch up with her mouth.
 
“Thank you Evelyn, that’s kind of you. And it’s even better that you’re naked too. Mike, will you let Evelyn relieve you?” She asked.
 
“I’m not sure…” he said.
 
“Oh come on, you’re obviously horny as hell, in fact I insist on it, it won’t do to have you sitting in class with an erection like that. Give it a try.” Miss Lopez said.
 
“Well… Evelyn was nice to me before, so okay, I guess.” He said.
 
“Excellent! Make it quick though we still have a lot of class work to do.”
 
Mike came to her, crossing the room with his erection swaying back and forth as he walked. A few giggles followed but no one laughed.
 
Mike stood uncertainly in front of where she sat, his beautiful little erection near eye level.
 
Evelyn reached out and grabbed his penis gently. He gasped at her touch.
 
“I’ve never done this before.” She said.
 
“I kind of do it like this.” He said, demonstrating the typical masturbation technique.
 
Another detention was awarded for laughing students. Evelyn found herself thinking that the MPR where after school detentions occurred was going to be very full that afternoon.
 
Evelyn tried to emulate the motion from her position in front of him. She also took the liberty of cupping his scrotum in her other hand, feeling each of his little balls with her fingers. To his credit he bravely stood there and let it happen. A lesser boy might pull away out of embarrassment. Evelyn thought that he would have for anyone else but her. But she had helped him get it together that morning so there was a connection. That and she was naked too.
 
The whole class watched with rapt attention. She grew bolder and more vigorous in the way she moved her hand up and down his penis, which fit neatly into her hand. It was fun and enthralling, masturbating Mike in class, touching his boyhood was a million times better than looking at it.
 
He began to shake and moan. Her rubbing got faster and then he moaned even louder, almost a shout, as he orgasmed into her hand. Ropes of white goo came out of his penis as waves of pleasure shook the young boy’s body. Evelyn remembered that it was called semen. Enough came out to make a small puddle in the palm of her hand. His erection quickly shrank back down to normal size.
 
“Well done Evelyn, well done Mike.” Miss Lopez said. She brought them a box of tissues and a bottle of hand sanitizer to clean up with.
 
“Thanks.” Mike said with a small smile.
 
Evelyn wiped up her hands and then took the liberty of cleaning up Mike’s sticky penis. Mike returned to his desk with everyone staring at him in wonder.
 
Evelyn spent the rest of the day thinking that this program might not be so terrible after all. She wondered how her two best friends would handle their weeks.
 
Of the two she wasn’t sure who would have a worse time of it. Adam who tried so hard to hide his insecurities, or James who sometimes seemed more like a girl than a boy. In both cases Evelyn expected it to be a transformative experience for them.
 
How right she was.
 
 
 
. . .
 
 
Chapter Two
 
 
. . .
 
 
That Friday James and Evelyn’s mom met for lunch. She insisted everyone call her by her first name, Lillian. As promised Evelyn wasn’t there. Lillian had made up some ruse for why she was out, figuring Evelyn would find it odd that she went to lunch with James without her. They met at a local mexican fast food place known for its burritos. Lillian was in every way the stereotypical suburban late thirties working professional mom.
 
“Evelyn is holding up really well.” She said as they sat down with their food.
 
“Yeah she hated it at first but I think she kinda likes it now.” James said.
 
“I’ve filed every complaint and motion I can with every educational authority in the district and state and the answer’s been the same. Everyone must do it, no one can get out if it, and there’s nothing I can do.” Lillian said.
 
James sighed. “Damn government sometimes.”
 
Lillian shrugged. “Maybe they’re right, maybe it does do the kids good. Hardly any point now Lillian’s almost done, and like you said she’s starting to enjoy it a little.”
 
“Well once everyone has seen you naked for four days I think you get used to it.” James said.
 
“Now, James I don’t want to put you in an awkward position but I’ve heard some rumours about kids freely doing sexual things with each other on campus. Is it true? Don’t worry no one’s going to get in any trouble if you tell me the truth, I just want to know.”

He nodded. “I’ve seen it happen. Mostly between naked kids but also sometimes between naked kids and clothed kids. I guess the rules about decency and whatever are still in effect for clothed people, but during your naked week you can do whatever you want with anyone and you won’t get in trouble.”
 
“Has Evelyn done these things?”
 
Here James paused. She’d heard about Evelyn and Mike in Biology class. And then there was that time at lunch when she…
 
“James?” Lillian said, snapping him out of his recollection.
 
“Uh, I don’t know.” He lied.
 
Lillian wasn’t fooled.
 
“I’m her mother, I need to know. I told you she’s not in any trouble and neither are you, I just need to know.” She said kindly.
 
“Well, at lunch, yesterday, she uh, did things to herself with a vibrator.” James said, spitting the last words out quickly.
 
It was a lie, of sorts. In reality he and Adam had taken turns pleasuring Evelyn with it by her own request. He vividly remembered exploring Evelyn’s vagina, vulva, and labia with the vibrator, feasting his eyes on the sight while she wriggled and convulsed with delight. It was done at lunch in an empty classroom, just the three of them.
 
Lillian choked on her burrito, snapping James out of his recollection, “What? Where’d she get a vibrator?”
 
“Dr Ayell, the principal, gave it to her. He said he was proud of how she had done in the program so far.”
 
“And what does doing well in the program mean? And who is Mike? I over heard her talking on the phone with someone named Mike yesterday.”
 
A bitter lump formed in James’ throat at these words. Another reminder. Mike and Evelyn had become naked buddies, spending a lot of time together. James tried not to be jealous but couldn’t manage it.
 
“She… she jacked Mike off in biology class on Tuesday, it was the teacher’s idea. I guess Mike had an erection and they were both in class together and-”
 
Lillian put up her hand to stop him. “You don’t need to say any more. This program… I can’t believe they actually encourage let alone allow kids to do these things. Evelyn’s still a child, she shouldn’t be thinking about these things yet. Besides I know how awkward this must be for you, I know how you feel about her.”
 
Now it was James’ turn to choke on his burrito. Lillian chuckled.
 
“I don’t-” James sputtered but was silenced by another hand motion.
 
“Please, anyone who sees the way you look at her can tell. You’d be cute together, you only need to to tell her how you feel, she feels the same way about you. In fact I assumed that’s what you asked me here to tell me, that you like my daughter.” She said.
 
James was red in the face. “It’s actually, something else.”
 
“Oh? Well then do tell, don’t leave me in suspense.” Lillian said.
 
“It’s just well, I’m not actually a… well I mean I am but I’m also not…”
 
“Not what, dear? Spit it out, it’s okay you can tell me anything.” Lillian said, putting a hand on James’ arm.
 
“I’m transgender.” He said, spitting the words out quickly before he could chicken out.
 
Lillian’s eyes went wide. “Oh. Well… i’m not sure what to say, um…”
 
“You don’t have to say anything. No one but my parent’s know. I was born a girl, and I still have a girl’s body parts. But I’m a boy. When we moved here I decided to transition because no one would know that I used to be called Jamie and was a girl.” He said.
 
“Okay, wow, that’s a surprise… so you have a crush on my daughter but you’re actually a girl? That’s what you wanted to tell me?” Lillian asked.
 
“No, I’m not actually a girl, I’m a boy. I just have a vagina in between my legs. But I can’t tell Evelyn that I like her without telling her that I was born a girl first. I wanted to tell you first, I’m not sure why, but I thought you should know first.” He said.
 
“Oh, sweetie, I’m glad you told me. You were very brave to do that, and i’m glad you did. You are a beautiful, handsome boy, a fine young man, regardless of how you were born.” Lillian said, taking James’ hand in hers.
 
James sniffled and wiped his eyes with his free hand. “Thank you for accepting me.”
 
“But it does raise the problem of the program.” Lillian said.
 
“Yeah I know. When they make me go through it everyone will see that I have a girl’s body, they’ll think that I’m a girl and not a boy. They don’t understand. I’m scared.” He said.
 
“Maybe if you explain it to them, tell them that you don’t want to be outed by your nudity they would understand.” Lillian suggested.
 
James scoffed. “Fat chance of that. They said everyone has to go through. Not even the school knows I was born a girl, my parents put me down as a boy when I registered for school, they can do that now because of the law.”
 
“It is a pickle, that’s for sure. I’m sorry you have to go through this sweetie, having your body exposed and your secret along with it. You’re James, the boy my daughter likes, but after you spend a whole week naked it will be hard to go back to being James.” Lillian said.
 
“I’ll still be James, and if my friends are really my friends they’ll still call me James and not care what I’ve got between my legs. Everyone else can go fuck themselves.” James said.
 
Lillian laughed out loud. “If my daughter said those words in public she’d be leaving with a stinging red cheek.”
 
“I’m still scared. Really, really scared.” James admitted.
 
“I’ll be there for you, so will Evelyn. So will Adam. Your parents too, I hope. You’ll get through this. You’ve probably got months and months to prepare. Evelyn got chosen first by chance but that doesn’t mean you’ll be next.” Lillian said.
 
“But I could be!” James said, a little louder than he meant to.
 
“I think you should tell Adam and Evelyn. Together, at the same time. Sooner rather than later, just in case you are picked in the next week or two. That way it’s not a surprise to them when they see you naked.” Lillian said.
 
“I will. How about tomorrow?” James said.
 
“Okay, I’ll let Evelyn know you need her to be at your place, maybe noon?” Lillian said.
 
James nodded. “I’ll ask Adam myself. Thank you for your advice and kind words.” He said.
 
“Of course, and know that no matter what happens you will always be James.” She said.
 
“Always James.”
 
 
. . .
 
 
Adam was standing naked in his room, looking at his body in the full length closet mirror.
 
He hated it.
 
His pudgy belly, his four foot eleven frame, his completely hairless armpits and groin, and his tiny little boy penis that when hard was barely three inches long and much smaller when soft.
 
When would puberty start to show? The only thing he had to show for his age was his voice which was starting to change. But in all other respects he was still a little kid, even though he was thirteen years old.
 
He grabbed his loose and dangly scrotum that hung lower than the tip of his tiny little dick.
 
“Hey, you in there, you’ve got a job to do, get to it. Start pumping out that testosterone, please.” He said to his testicles.
 
He sighed in disgust at his reflection. The prior four days at school had highlighted his woefully inadequate development. Seeing boys and girls walking around school butt naked had shown him what he should look like at his age, which contrasted sharply with what he saw in the mirror.
 
If he didn't start developing fast he was going to be the laughing stock of Auburn when it was his turn to go naked. The thought made him sick to his stomach.
 
He knew James was nervous too. Adam was curious what his best friend looked like naked. The program at school had eliminated all mystery of the human body to him but he wondered how he compared to James. James looked just as boyish as he did, almost like a girl.
 
As for Evelyn… wow. Spending time with her during her week was an eye opening experience. No longer did the naked female form hold any mystery to them. She had hated it at first and lashed out at them, but since then she’d grown used to it.
 
But she was developed, with growing breasts, and was tall for her age, beautiful. Whereas he was none of those things. He had only mockery to look forward to on his week, whenever it came. He prayed for his week to be at the end of the year to give his underachieving testicles time to catch up.
 
Evelyn had thanked them for being so normal around her, and particularly for not having raging erections near her like every other boy did. She rewarded them for this by letting them take turns using the vibrator on her. That had been an experience, making a girl orgasm for the first time. Well, first time they had made a girl orgasm, no doubt she’d done so to herself many times.
 
The truth was he did have an erection while in Evelyn’s presence, pretty much non stop. To his eternal shame his penis wasn’t big enough to make a visible bulge in his pants, so she thought he was more virtuous than he actually was.
 
He wondered what James’ excuse was. Not gay, he didn’t have an erection while around naked boys in the program, nor did his eyes linger on their boy parts like Evelyn’s eyes did (though she tried to hide it). Maybe he was just a virtuous friend and didn’t get hard when his naked friend was near him. Somewhat spitefully Adam hoped that maybe James’ penis was also small like his and they both had secret boners around Evelyn.
 
It was as he was having these thoughts that his phone chimed from his bedside table where it was charging.
 
Still naked he pulled it from its charger and saw a text from James.
 
James: I need you at my place tomorrow. Important.
 
Adam: Did You find out you’re going naked next week?
 
James: No. They don’t tell you ahead of time.
 
Adam: So what’s up?
 
James: Just come over and I’ll explain it then. Eve is coming too.
 
Adam: Is this a clothing optional event?
 
James: Stop screwing around, I'm being serious. Tomorrow, noon. Be there.
 
Adam: btw I’m naked right now.
 
James: why did you feel the need to tell me that?
 
Adam: idk, I guess everything at school.
 
James: this shit is hard enough without you making it a joke. Just come on Saturday.
 
Adam: sure thing. Later bro.
 
Adam put his phone down and wondered what was on James’ mind. Maybe it was just a video game session, but it sounded more serious than that.
 
Adam cleared Saturday with his folks and then resumed brooding on his no good terrible awful very lame body.
 
 
. . .
 
 
Saturday afternoon came and James’ friend dutifully arrived at his house. She invited them in and let them take turns playing Mario Kart while she plucked up the nerve to say what she must. Her parents had tactfully retreated to the basement to watch the TV down there, allowing James privacy with his friends. They were in the sunny living room, sitting on the leather sofa in front of the unrealistically large TV on the wall.
 
After a few races on the game Adam paused it. “So, obviously something is on your mind James. Spit it out.” He said.
 
“Yeah I don’t think you wanted to play games with us.” Evelyn agreed.
 
“Okay, well, um, there’s something I should tell you.” He said.
 
But as it turned out he waited too long. His coming out was interrupted by the doorbell.
 
“James can you get that?” Came his dad’s voice from the basement.
 
James answered the door and beheld none other than Dr Ayell the principal without.
 
“Hello James.” He said pleasantly.
 
“Uh, hello.” He said, entirely nonplussed by the presence of his principal at his house, on a Saturday.
 
“I would like to have a word with you and your parents, please.” He said.
 
“Who are you?” Came his Dad’s voice as he appeared behind his son at the door.
 
“Ah, Mr Harcourt, I am Dr Sam Ayell, your… son’s… principal.” He said.
 
James did not like the pause when he said “son.” Nor did his Dad, it seemed.
 
“Is there something that you want?” He asked.
 
“A few minutes of your time. May I come inside?” Dr Ayell asked.
 
“Yeah I suppose.” His dad said. He steered James by the shoulders away from the door and into the sitting room. Dr Ayell followed.
 
“Why don’t you two go down into the basement for a few minutes, get yourselves sodas from the minifridge.” His dad said to James’ two friends who were looking at their principal quizzically.
 
“They should stay, I think they should be here for this as well.” Dr Ayell said.
 
James Dad bristled, not appreciating being trumped in authority in his own home, but did not argue the point. Jame’s Mom appeared and was brought up to speed on who Dr Ayell was.
 
Together the six of them filled up the seating space in the living room. There was an awkward silence.
 
“Mr and Mrs Harcourt it has come to my attention that you lied on your daughter’s registration form when she enrolled at Auburn Middle school.” Dr Ayell said to break the silence.
 
No, no, not like this. James thought to himself. Anything but this. She wasn’t seriously about to be outed by her principal when she was moments away from doing it herself, was she? Surely the universe would not be so cruel as that.
 
It was. “It seems James’ birth name was Jamie, and you neglected one other important detail as well.” He continued.
 
“No, we didn’t. State law allows us to leave off certain demographic information to protect privacy, I looked it up.” Mr Harcourt said.
 
Dr Ayell sighed. He reached into his briefcase and pulled out a form. “This is Jame’s registration form. It is clear that you did not read it thoroughly. It says right here and I quote:
 
“State Law 1.112.6 which came into effect on July 31st of this year nullifies the previous laws regarding student privacy in certain schools that are labeled as ‘experimental educational institutions, including Auburn Middle School, meaning that all questions are to be answered truly and completely, under penalty of perjury.” He read.
 
“Now wait just one minute-”
 
Dr Ayell cut him off. “You are guilty of perjury Mr and Mrs Harcourt. But I acknowledge that forms like this are a pain to read and that you meant no harm by it. You failed to mention relevant facts about James, whose legal name is still Jamie by the way, which endangers the scientific validity of the program we are running. That is why we required that information, and that is why I am here today.”
 
“Don’t you fucking dare.” Mr Harcourt said.
 
“Do you deny that Jamie Harcourt, also known as James Harcourt was born a girl and has not undergone gender reassignment surgery or hormone replacement therapy?” He continued.
 
James died on the inside at the shocked expressions on his friend’s faces. Dr Ayell was a cruel sadist to make them stay for this. He wanted to out him in front of his friends.
 
“Fuck you, you miserable bastard.” Mr Harcourt seethed.
 
“Really, I’m just setting the record straight. By the looks of things not even Jamie’s so called friends know the truth that she is actually a girl.” Dr Ayell said mildly.
 
“I’m a boy!” James shouted.
 
“Fine, I believe you. Transgender acceptance is part of the program after all. But we needed to know that information.” He said.
 
“We would have told you if we’d known a sick and twisted program like this run by a cruel bastard like you was happening this year!” Mr Harcourt said.
 
“You’re, you’re a girl?” Adam asked incredulously.
 
“No I. am. a. BOY.” James said with anger and hatred in his heart.
“Why didn’t you tell us?” Evellyn asked in a hurt voice.

“I was going to tell you today, that’s why I had you over. I didn’t want it to happen like this.” He said.
 
“Well in any event, this brings me to the second reason I am here.” Dr Ayell said, fishing a three ring binder from his briefcase.
 
“This is the official policies and procedures document for the Naked in School Program. It says under section three, paragraph a that, and I quote, students identified as being LGBT+ or otherwise non sex/gender normative, are subject to the following additional policies and procedures:
 
“One: that due to the difficulty in adolescents to form and accept their own body image when they are LGBT+ or otherwise, they may be required, at the administrator’s discretion, to undergo as many participation weeks as necessary.
 
“Two: that the standard policy of randomization in their scheduling is discarded. The administrator may order a student of this type to undergo a naked week whenever that administrator believes that doing so is necessary for either that student or their peers to complete program objectives regarding LGBT+ acceptance.”
 
Here he paused for effect. Most of what he had said had gone in one ear and out the other, it was just a bunch of legal gobbledygook, but what James did understand did not sound good in the least.
 
“And finally, under section five, paragraph A that, and again I quote: If a student is showing difficulty in accepting themselves or others their naked week(s) may be enhanced in any or or all of the following ways, at the administrator’s discretion:
 
“One: if not otherwise permitted by being LGBT+, a student falling into this category may be required to complete additional naked weeks concurrently with their regularly schedules one until the administrator believes they have grown and matured along the program’s guidelines.
 
“Two: the administrator may order that student to go naked in all places, not just on school grounds, and at all times, not just school hours, for the duration of their week(s). Enforcement shall be at the Administrator’s discretion.”
 
There was another long pause.
 
“So what did all that legal jargon even mean?” Mr Harcourt asked.
 
“The long and the short of it is I can make James do as many naked weeks as I want, whenever I want, and I can make him stay naked the entire week, at home, and in public 24/7.” He answered.
 
James nearly fainted. It was too horrible to consider.
 
“This cannot be legal.” Mr Harcourt said.
 
“I am quite sure it is. You can read the state laws, the school board minutes where we approved this program, and of course the full text of the policies and procedures and official program curriculum on the district website and hard copies can be requested at the main office.” He answered.
 
“And I assume that you’re here to heap further humiliations upon my son by making him do this?” Mr Harcourt said.
 
“Oh be reasonable, it’s my intention to help him grow, become a happier adult. It’s obvious he still hasn’t accepted himself or else he would have told his friends, and being that she is LGBT I have the right under the policies I just read to you to do this. It’s for his own good.” Dr Ayell answered.
 
“Reasonable? The only reasonable course of action is that you fuck off and leave us all hell alone.” Mr Harcourt said.
 
Dr Ayell sighed. “Please, Mr Harcourt. You are guilty of perjury since you didn’t read the form you were filling out and omitted information that the law required that you enter. I would really hate to file an official police report, that would be a hassle and a headache for everyone, wouldn’t it? So why don’t we come to an agreement, you stop complaining about this and let it happen, as if you could actually stop it, and I will let your perjury be forgotten. How’s that sound?”
 
There was silence. James was strongly considering making a break for the door, his mother was looking at her phone in disinterest, his dad was staring daggers at the principal, and his two friends were staring at the paused video game with blank expressions.
 
When no one spoke Dr Ayell correctly took this to be a victory. He clapped his hands on this thighs and smiled.
 
“So! Now that that’s settled there’s only one thing left to do.”
 
“No. Please Dr Ayell, I’ll do anything.” James pleaded.
 
“The only thing I want you to do is strip. Everything off, same rules as at school, let’s go.” He said.
 
“You can’t enforce it.” His dad said.
 
“Oh but I can. James must be photographed once every hour until school begins on Monday. Every picture must be posted to an album on Auburn’s official Facebook page. A reasonable gap will be allowed for sleeping. The picture must clearly show that he is completely naked. If this is not done I will exercise my authority to keep James under mandatory nudity for even longer.” He explained.
 
“You are one sick son of a bitch.” Mr Harcourt said.
 
“Maybe, but I’m also running out of patience. James, strip. Now.” He said.
 
James was sobbing. He knew that there was no way out of it and to continue defying the order would only make it worse. He stood.
 
“I’m sorry kiddo.” Mr Harcourt said.
 
“At least you tried.” He said, looking over at his mom who hadn’t spoken a word and was still playing a game on her phone.
 
“James, no matter what you’re still our friend.” Evelyn said. Adam nodded.
 
James choked back some more tears and started to strip. This had been in his nightmares every night since the program began and now it was coming true.
 
He removed his long sleeve shirt first, revealing an ace bandage that he used to squish his small breasts into his chest to disguise their existence. He was too young for hormonal therapy or surgery so he could only watch as biology took its course and gave him breasts that he neither needed nor wanted.
 
He unwrapped the bandage, freeing his nascent breasts from captivity. They were small and perky, red from their confinement and marked with the texture of the fabric. Adam ogled them in amazement. James didn’t blame him, until five minutes earlier he had no idea that James had the body of a girl.
 
Next went his shoes and socks. This part of him at least was exactly the same as everyone else’s.
 
He dropped his jeans to his ankles and stepped out of them. He was already feeling so exposed, standing there in his boy’s boxer shorts.
 
With a groan he peeled the final piece of clothing off, leaving him standing in the living room completely naked. He shivered and covered his girl parts with his hands. He was naked! Worse even still his girl’s body was on display for everyone to see. His vulva and breasts were visible proof that he wasn’t blessed to have the body that he should have. They were reminders that he had once been Jaime instead of James.
 
There came the shutter sound of a smartphone camera. Dr Ayell had taken a picture of him. He started to cry in earnest, it was so unfair. He was naked! Naked and being photographed.
 
“One photo an hour. I just took the first for you. I will be checking. Remember, naked at school too just like a regular week. Good day to you.” Dr Ayell said, and as suddenly as he had arrived he was gone.
 
James immediately pulled his boxers and T-shirt back on, grateful for the covering.
 
“He said that you gotta be naked the whole time.” Adam reminded him.
 
“Fuck that, I’m staying dressed until I have to take photos. That perverted son of a bitch. I hate him.” James said, his indignity turning to anger.
 
“Maybe you should go naked full time. It’ll make it easier when school starts on Monday. And it will be easier than having to strip all the time.” Evelyn suggested.
 
“Hey now wait a minute young lady.” His dad said in response to Evelyn’s words.
 
“It’s really not so bad once you get used to it. It’s horrible at first but once everyone has seen you and you spend all day naked for four straight days it stops sucking. I mean it still does but I think it’ll be a lot easier for James if she, he, just goes all in and stays naked.” Evelyn explained.
 
“What do you think, Adam?” James asked.
 
Meanwhile Adam was having an internal struggle of his own. James, a girl! Well, a boy. He was taught to respect trans people and treat them as they wanted to be treated, which was just like a regular boy, girl, man or woman. But neither could anything go back to the way it was before. He’d now seen both of his best friend’s private parts.
 
At least this explained why James didn’t have an erection around Evelyn. He didn’t have a penis at all. It also explained why he was so reluctant to tell Evelyn how he felt. He wondered if they could ever be a couple.
 
And even though he felt horrible about it he was a tad jealous that James was better developed than he. He even had a small amount of pubic hair which even Evelyn lacked. In his wildest dreams he could not have imagined seeing so many naked vaginas in his life, let alone having two of them belong to his best friends.
 
He recentered himself when his opinion was asked.
 
“Uh, I don’t know.” He said lamely.
 
“I think you need to have some private time with your friends.” Mr Hardourt said, taking his borderline catatonic wife by the arm and retreating to the basement once more.
 
“I want to thank you guys for being such good friends.” James said, sitting down in between them on the sofa.
 
“I feel so bad for being terrified of my week. Evelyn learned to like it and you’re trans so it’s harder for you, but I’ve got no good reason to be scared. But I am.” Adam said.
 
“You’re scared because of how you look.” Evelyn said.
 
“I hate my body!” Adam said, almost shouting.
 
“I know the feeling.” James said, looking down his shirt at his breasts.
 
“I mean, not as much as you. But puberty doesn’t seem to work on me.” Adam confessed.
 
“You know maybe this program is on to something. We still love and accept James for James even though we’ve seen he has a vagina. Maybe it’ll do you some good to know that we still love and accept you no matter how developed you are.” Evelyn said.
 
“Are you suggesting what I think you are?” Adam said.
 
“Yeah. And besides, it might be easier for James if he’s not the only one naked this weekend, maybe we should all take our clothes off.” Evelyn continued.
 
“You, you would do that?” James said thickly, feeling tears of a different sort forming in his eyes.
 
“I haven’t agreed to this yet, I need to think.” Adam said.
 
“Well while you think, I’m gonna get naked.” Evelyn said.
 
True to her word Evelyn stood before them stark naked one minute later. The speed and lack of hesitation with which she undressed was impressive.
 
“I mean it’s not like you haven’t seen me a hundred times before at school this week.” She said in response to their gaping expressions.
 
James once more drank in the sight of her. Her round, lemon sized breasts. Her tight, hairless mons and cleft, dainty and smooth between her legs. Her hourglass figure. A perfect butt on the other side. James loved to look at it. She hated her own girl body but she loved Evelyn’s.
 
“Okay your turn James. Maybe once you’re naked Adam will have made up his mind.” Evelyn said.
 
James obediently stood and stripped off the sparse clothing he was wearing. Somehow it was infinitely better being naked with friends rather than being naked in front of the sick Dr Ayell.
 
Even though he was a boy and not interested in him Adam found himself drinking in James’ girl body.
 
He was as fey and impish under his clothes as he was dressed. Thin and graceful, with fair skin. Something about his naked figure was exotic and wild, but so beautiful. His mons and cleft were thick and full, with a small patch of pubes. His breasts were almost identical to Evelyn’s. But despite his beautiful feminine figure he was still James, the boy he met at a picnic and had bonded with these last few months.
 
Now he was the odd one out, and no one would ever say that two seventh graders were braver than him.
 
“I’ll do it. But I swear to god if you laugh…” he said.
 
“I swear we won’t.” James said. He sat back down in between them.
 
Adam stood center stage where everyone else had stripped. His heart was pounding. He was about to get naked in front of a girl and a boy, and the boy had a girl’s body. His would be the only penis in the room.
 
He decided to go all in and do it quickly before he could chicken out. Shirt, shoes, pants, briefs all gone within seconds of each other, and then he was naked. He covered himself automatically.
 
He shivered. He felt like he’d made a huge mistake as his two naked friends examined his bare body.
 
“Oh Adam, you’re beautiful just the way you are.” James said.
 
“Really, I don’t know what the fuss was about.” Evelyn said.
 
He moved his hands, and had to fight the instinct to put them back immediately.
 
“Well, it’s this I feel so weird about.” He said, looking down at his small, hairless penis that was standing straight out.
 
“That’s not even the smallest in the school.” James said.
 
“I mean it is small but you’re just a kid, it’ll grow. Johnny Chavez’s is definitely smaller, and a lot of guys don’t have hair down there yet.” Evelyn confirmed.
 
Their words meant more to him than he could say. Suddenly he was comfortable around them, and no longer wanted to cover himself.
 
“Thanks guys.” He said.
 
The three naked friends sat together, talking about everything and nothing. They explained the situation to their folks and got permission to spend the whole weekend together.
 
For the whole afternoon and evening when it came time to take a picture of James the three of them stood together shoulder to shoulder and butt to butt and took the photo as a group. Auburn’s Facebook page quickly filled up with pictures of the three friends.
 
That night they snuggled together on the couch watching TV. Their bare skin kept each other warm, and together they were cozy.
 
During a commercial break Evelyn turned her head and kissed James on the lips.
 
There was a moment of silence.
 
“I like you, a lot.” Evelyn said.
 
“I like you too.” James said, and kissed her back.
 
“Hey what about me? Do I get a kiss?” Adam said with a laugh.
 
James shifted and planted one on his cheek with a smile. Adam was just resigned to his lot as the third wheel when he felt James’ hand on his semi-hard penis.
 
“What’re you doing?” He asked.
 
“Thanking you both for accepting me for who I am and being such good friends to help me through this. Being naked with you is so much better than being naked alone.” He said.
 
Adam noticed that with his other hand James was fingering Evelyn’s vagina.
 
James set to work thanking his friends on either side of him. With his right hand he played with Adam’s penis and with his left he explored Evelyn’s vagina. Adam gasped as his hands massaged his testicles and Evelyn started to moan with pleasure at his touch.
 
Adam and Evelyn knew that to reciprocate would be unwelcome, James’ vagina was off limits because as far as he was concerned it didn’t exist. This was for them.
 
They did however take turns kissing and licking James’ face while he worked. He giggled as Evelyn’s tongue passed into and over his ear.
 
It didn’t take long for Adam to come, and for the first time in his life semen came out.
 
Good job guys, he said to his testicles with his mind while his erection shrank.
 
A few moments later Evelyn came with a little scream that Adam was afraid would wake James’ folks who’d gone to bed already.
 
They cleaned up and then took one final picture for the night, and then retired to their sleeping bags that Mr Harcourt has provided them. They spent all of Sunday together as well, always snapping photos at the appointed time and always as a group.
 
They were now more than friends, but less than lovers. In the days that passed after the weekend they occasionally relieved each other but as the weeks wore on it became less frequent. They were still the very best of friends but they were also still kids.
 
Eventually Adam was chosen for his week and he passed with flying colors. He even sported his own small collection of pubic hairs when he did. Everything was going just fine.
 
The evil Dr Ayell forced James to a total of four weeks of mandatory nudity over the course of the year as punishment for defeating his goal of degrading and humiliating her. Their group photos were a huge hit on Facebook and they were more popular and confident than ever among the student body. Each time he handed James another week Adam and Evelyn took it in turns to accompany him in the nude so he was never alone.
 
Their exuberance and the popularity of their social media posts (which continued long after Dr Ayell’s requirements) led to a great upswing in program popularity. Some kids were even volunteering to do their weeks early or to take on additional weeks.
 
Because this unexpected rise in participation was not his idea or under his control Dr Ayell tried to end it. In this he was defeated by Mr Hardourt (who had done a 180 and was now a huge fan of the program) who read to him section 2, paragraph B of the policies and procedures document that said that students could freely perform weeks without administrator intervention, so long as they registered ahead of time.
 
The end of the year was bittersweet, because Adam was moving on to high school, but the good news was that Central High, the school they’d all be going to, was also a Naked School, and at the high school level the program was even more interesting.
 
Adam, Evelyn, and James took one last naked selfie together as the last bell rang on the last day of the year. They were looking forward to the future and what additional naked adventures awaited them.