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 Nude in High School (no sex, teen, nudity)

   Day 1, Monday

   My name is Amy.  I am just a typical teenager in a typical suburban town
going to what I thought was a typical high school.  I have a nice group of
friends, and good grades.  I am 16, a junior this year.  My brother, Rob,
is 17, and a senior.  My mom works part time as a real estate agent, and
dad is a professor at a nearby college.  They tend to be strict but fair
with us.  I am average height, average weight, dark wavy hair like my
mom's, though she has put on weight.  I guess I am a bit busty, though I
tend to more conservative dress.  I am not trying to get that kind of
attention.  I like to look nice, but I do not need boys ogling me.

   This is all to explain why it was such a surprise when one Monday
morning I was called into the office out of my first period advisory class.
When I got there I was ushered in to the principal's office and the door
was closed and blinds drawn, which I thought was weird.  In the office was
the principal and my teacher for biology, Ms.  Cohen.  They had me sit
down.

   "Well, today you start on your human anatomy unit and you know what that
means right?" the principal, Mr.  Charles, asked me.

   "Um, that we will study human anatomy?" I asked rhetorically with a
quizzical expression.

   "What he means is...  remember the form we sent home that your dad
signed about the practical demonstrations?"

   "No." I replied, still looking puzzled.

   They looked at each other, and then the principal pulls out a form,
showing where it explains about the new way we would be studying human
anatomy using live models and demonstrations.  And then they showed me
where my parents had volunteered me to serve as the model.

   I looked and felt a bit stunned "What exactly does that mean?"

   "Don't you remember; it was talked o a lot in advisory for a couple of
days?"

   After some more back and forth, it turned out that was when I had had a
really bad flu and had missed two weeks of school.  By the time I got back,
talk of it must have died down.  Because I was absent, they had mailed the
information to my parents.

   "It means your body will be used to demonstrate and model the functions
and parts of a body, and yes, you will have to unclothed fully for that at
times.  Well actually if you read the print here, any time the teacher asks
you to serve as the model, as long as it is for educational purposes, you
will be required to do so."

   "What!  I can't...  I can't do that...  I can't be naked in front of
everybody!"

   "Well, yes actually that is what has been agreed to here, this is a
legal document allowing us to insist on it, but you should be very proud to
be the first to do this.  There will also be a male student, but we are
starting with the female anatomy."

   "And I need you to get undressed now, so I can have a look at your body
before class since we are starting today I will need to be ready."

   "Like right now, here?"

   "Yes, right now here.  You can undress yourself or we can undress you."
The principal stated flatly but firmly.

   I was feeling like this is some anxiety dream nightmare--they really are
telling me I have to undress!

   "I--I can undress myself."

   I was wearing nice slacks and a button down blouse, walking shoes, just
dressed to look nice for school.  I first removed my shoes and socks.  Then
I started with my blouse, unbuttoning it.  I was still wondering why my
parents volunteered me for this, and why they didn't ask me, sort of mad at
them, but too confused and self-conscious about undressing at the moment to
really think about that too much.  They stood there passively watching me
as I undressed, looking right at me.  I unsnapped my bra next, pulling it
off.  I noticed the principal took my clothes and put them in a bag as I
got them off.

   Now my breasts were exposed to them.  Then off came my slacks.  I was so
aware of them watching me, especially as I finally pulled my plain bikini
briefs down and off me.  All my clothes got put in a bag.

   Once I was fully naked they kind of looked me up and down for a bit,
then asked me to slowly turn around.  They looked me over critically from
all sides.  After what felt like an eternity, they had me sit on a chair.

   "I see you do not shave." The principal commented on my dark bush.  It
was not unruly or large, but I did not shave, just a little trim to keep in
neat.

   "I think maybe that is good, at least to start with.  We will be
discussing the stages of puberty, growing hair and all."

   "Are you a virgin?" Ms.  Cohen asked me.  "It helps if I know if a penis
has entered you, also what experience you have when we are doing the
demonstrations.  "You don't have to tell us, but it would help."

   "Yes, I am a virgin." I stated, annoyed at being asked, and a bit
embarrassed.

   Ms.  Cohen said she was going to look at my genitalia with a speculum. I
did not know what that was then, but it is a tool to open up the vagina and
look inside.  It was like so super weird to have her do that, and the
principal got to look too.  And they got a mirror so I could look to as
they went over the different parts.  I had never really seen my own vagina
up close like that.

   "I see your hymen is gone, so I guess you probably use something for
masturbation." Ms.  Coen just stated, not asking for confirmation.

   "And are you on any sort of birth control?"

   "No" feeling awkward answering these personal question.

   "Good, more natural then"

   All the while she is looking at me through the speculum.  It seemed to
take like forever.  Finally, she said they were done, but instead of being
allowed to put my clothes back on, I would be wearing a dress without my
underwear to make it easy for me to undress when needed.  They handed me a
simple summer type sleeveless dress with a flower print that came down to
just above my knees and a pair of sandals to wear.

   "When school is over you can come back here for your clothes."

   When I was done second period had started.  This was our double
Humanities/English class with Ms.  Baily.  Our school had decided to
combine them so teachers could do more thematic instruction.  A couple of
friends asked where I had been, and then remarked about my change of dress,
very curious.  I just mumbled that it has something to do with biology
class, and feigned needing to pay attention to class--which I really could
not do at all.  Biology would be fifth period, just after my lunch.  Math
was fourth period.  And to round out my schedule, I had Spanish sixth
period, and electives last.  Electives varied from day-to-day.  I was
barely able to pay attention during my classes.  My teachers must have
known as they appeared to take it easy on me.

   Between classes my friends clearly wanted to find out more, but I
managed to avoid them.  On the one hand I did want to talk to them, but on
the other hand I was just too embarrassed, and a bit shaken and confused.

   At lunch, I was called in to meet with the biology teacher again.  I met
her in her classroom.  A young girl was there who turned out to be her
daughter, Becky, who was seven.  At first I was confused as to why she was
there, but then Ms.  Cohen explained to me she wanted a pre- and post-
pubescent model for this session.  She had lunch brought in for us and said
she wanted to go over what we would be doing in class that day with us. 
She instructed both of us to take our dresses off to get more used to being
naked.  I was hesitant, but she insisted, so finally I did.  Becky was
already doing so.  Ms.  Cohen then did as well, which really surprised me.
I even noticed how she had really nice frilly matching bra and panties,
which came off.  She gave us all towels to sit on.

   "You are really pretty," Becky told me.

   "You are too," I told her.

   "I thought if I was naked too you might feel more comfortable." Ms. 
Cohen told me.

   I was not sure if it did or not, but in either case, I was still super
self-conscious.  At first we ate quietly, not really talking while we ate.
After eating Ms.  Cohen said how she was so grateful that my parents had
volunteered me for this.  They really did not know if anyone would, and
then it turned out I was the only girl that had.  I just kind of nodded. 
Then she sat close to me and brought out a detailed lesson plan.  She went
over what we would be doing, and when I would be involved.  She even put
her arm around me and I felt her breast rest against my arm.

   I should to point out that Ms.  Cohen was a well-proportioned woman in
her early thirties.  She had fairly good sized breasts that hung nicely. 
She clearly kept in fine shape.  She was married and had this daughter was
about all I knew about her private life.  She was a good teacher, friendly
but firm and demanding at the same time.  Students soon learned she would
not put up with nonsense.  The teachers at this school tended to be that
way.  We have very few discipline problems.  The teachers al took their
jobs seriously, were at least interested, if not even passionate, about
their subject area and seem to know how to handle the students.  It
probably did not hurt that the school served mostly upper-income families
and that a lot of them were connected to the nearby university.

   After spending some time going over the lesson, we got dressed again a
few minutes before the students were due in.  She had me and Becky each
have a seat in a chair up in the front of the classroom, off to the side,
but facing the rest of the class, until we would be needed.

   Just before class, the principal came in.  With him was a film crew.  I
was told this was so the demonstrations could be used with the other
classes too, as ours was the only section that had a live model volunteer.
I wanted to point out that I did not exactly volunteer, but I kept my mouth
shut.

   Class began with Ms.  Cohen settling everyone down.  I saw the eyes on
me, wondering why I was seated there.  She went onto explain how today
would be the beginning of something very special.

   "Most you probably remember the discussions in advisory a while back
about our using a nude model for the human biology curriculum--we were
lucky in that no parents opted you out.  However, for the demonstration
model, Amy's parents were the only parents of a female student to volunteer
her.  We will be starting today with the female body.  I also asked my
daughter to be here, so we would have both a pre- and post- pubescent
model. These classes will be videotaped as well so that the demonstrations
can be shared with the other sections.  They are also being used to
document this new program."

   The principal stated he would be sitting in as this is a big day and he
wants to monitor how it goes personally, "If it goes well, we can continue
with this project.  The school board is taking a big bold step in allowing
this, and wants to make sure there are no problems that require them to end
it.  You are the model class.  If this works, and we can get other students
to volunteer, it will be expanded to other classes in the future.  I likely
will sit in from time to time."

   The students were instructed to open their textbooks to the section on
the female anatomy and the changing body.

   She had them read a couple of the introductory paragraphs, taking turns
with students reading aloud.

   `Now Becky," she said to her daughter "Please remove your dress."

   She looked shy, but did as her mother asked without much hesitation. 
She was fully naked under her dress, just as I was.  There was a sort of
audible gasp, and a little tittering, but Ms.  Cohen quickly settled them
down sternly reminding them that it would be the last session for anyone
who acted inappropriately.

   "Now Amy, stand up and remove your dress as well."

   This was the moment I had dreaded.  I had to stand up in front of all my
classmates and remove my dress.  I steeled myself, and did, pulling the
dress over my head, in just my sandals--I could feel all the eyes on me, as
well as cameras.  My dress was folded and placed on my chair by Ms.  Cohen.

   We just stood there as the teacher had the students continue reading,
going over the changes in the female body during puberty.

   "I know most of you probably learned this in sex education a few years
back, but we are reviewing today.  We will get more in depth as the
semester moves on.  Now we will look at those difference we just went
over."

   She pointed out how my hips flared where Becky's were still straight. 
She pointed to my fully developed breasts (kind of pear shaped, 34B cups),
where Becky just had nipples and a flat chest still.  She then pointed to
my bush, and talked about the growth of hair.  I noticed the cameras zoom
in on my privates then.  She mentioned hair growth in the pubic regions,
pointing out my bush versus Becky's hairless mons.  She mentioned armpit
hair as well.

   "I see Amy shaves her armpits as most girls in our culture do, but if
you look closely, which you will have the opportunity to do, you can see
the stubble." I was then asked to lift my arm so the camera cold zoom in on
it.  "Also, you can notice how on Becky, her mons is not very pronounced."
Again, a camera zoomed in on it as well." On a mature girl it tends to be
more so, though with Amy, her bush hides it some."

   "It has become fashionable for many women now to shave their pubic hair.
Most people assume it is more hygienic, seeming easier to keep clean. 
However, the opposite turns out to be true.  She then went on to explain
why it turns out to be healthier to have pubic hair.

   "In a later class I will also discuss the sexual advantages and
disadvantages of pubic hair."

   All of this was also being shown on large screen in class, with the
class projector linked to the cameras.

   Ms.  Cohen instructed Becky and I to go up and down the aisles, telling
us to stop at each row so the students could get a good look.  Students
sometimes asked me to raise my arm, or peer right at my vagina, even girls
as well as boys.  I as pretty sure I noticed some boners on some of the
boys.  My friends mostly were a bit hesitant, but still did look.  The
students were told to be reading the chapter while waiting for Becky and I
to finish giving everyone a look.

   Finally, I got to sit back in my chair alongside Becky in the front. 
Ms. Cohen continued reviewing the chapter, and finally class ended.  Becky
and I got dressed.  Becky left with the principal and I was dismissed to my
next class.

   Once I left class, I found myself starting to shake.  My friends were
waiting for me, wanting to ask me all sorts of questions.  I could not talk
though, and collapsed on the floor almost crying.  Students were starting
to gather around noticing--and I think word was spreading anyway from some
of the students from class.  One of the football players, Carlos, who was
in the class, noticed and just scooped me up and took me into a empty room.
Some of my friends came in with him--they seemed somehow to keep anyone
else for entering, though I am not sure how.  It took me a bit to calm
down. The shock and embarrassment of what I had been through had caught up
to me.  Once I was calm enough, I finally explained all that had happened
and how my parents had signed me up without my knowing but I was told I had
to since it was like a contract.

   They continued asking me what it felt like and how embarrassing it must
have been.  Somehow I found myself defending myself that is was not as bad
as I thought it would be.  I guess I didn't want to feel totally like a
victim.

   I made it through the rest of the day, and while the other students did
not say anything to me directly, I knew I was being talked about throughout
the school as news of my biology class spread through the school, getting
lots of looks and stares and fingers pointing my way.

   At the end of the day, I went back to the principal's office to pick up
my clothes.  He handed me the bag, but it was clear he expected me to
change with him still in the room.  I decided not to object since I had
already changed with him there, and he had seen me naked in me in class, it
seemed like I would sound silly if I objected now.  He told me I should
just wear a dress to school from now on with nothing under.  I nodded, but
I was not really planning on doing this again.  I figured I would tell my
parents to get me out of it.

   ---

   When I got home, I just fretted about how to confront my parents.  I
decided to wait until both were home to talk to them.

   My brother came home a little bit after me, and at first teased me a
little, but soon he saw how actually visibly upset I was.  He sat with me,
his arm around me, comforting me, not saying much except that it would be
all right.  The phone started ringing a lot, but my brother said to ignore
it--and he would check to see if it was anyone important.  He just let them
go to voicemail

   Finally, my parents were both home.  I nervously, but firmly told them I
needed to talk.  Once I did, I blurted out "How could you, I had to go
naked in front of all those people!"

   They acted all confused.  After some crazy back and forth, it turned out
they had not meant to sign the part saying I would be the model, and they
thought I knew all about the plan for the new curriculum.  They acted
really sympathetic and I had to go over with them everything that happened.
It ended with them agreeing to come to school in the morning and meet with
the principal.

   (to be continued)