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 Nude At School (no sex, teen, nudity) Day 3, Wednesday

   This time I did just wear the dress to school, so no need to change in
the principal's office.  I was a little calmer today.  I was finding I
could concentrate better in my other classes, though I realized I had been
falling somewhat behind in the last couple of days.

   What I did notice was that I got lots of sincere comments of support
from kids and teachers.  They would tell me how brave I was, how great it
was for the school that I was doing it and such things.  A couple of times
some kids said something rude, but they got jumped all over by the other
kids and soon shut up.  It really made me feel a lot better.

   In biology class that day my teacher said she would be going over the
breast exam.  She hoped the girls already knew how to do this, but likely
many were not, as they might be thinking that no need at this young age. 
She said however, even though rare, problems can arise at any age.  Also,
what is important is to know one's breasts, then one can be aware if
something is different.  It is also important for boys to understand, she
went on, as they could also learn to give them to their girlfriends or
spouses, and since often boys likes to caress breasts they would be in a
position to notice just in the act of play.

   She had me get in the front of the class again, removing my dress.

   "Do you do breast exams on yourself?"

   I replied, "No, my doctor has, but I don't"

   I found myself again a bit anxious about my teacher fondling--well
technically not fondling--but feeling and touching my breasts in front of
all the students.  Again what she was doing on the screen for those that
did not have a good view.  I felt her hands come first to my left breast
firmly using her fingers to press into it, and moving them spiraling
inward. As she did show she described the texture of my breast.

   "I am checking the texture, particularly looking for any lumps, or if
anything feels particularly tender.  And Amy, let me know if anything is
tender or hurts in any way, or feels peculiar."

   I almost said having your touch my breasts in front of my class feels
peculiar, but I bit my tongue.

   "Of course Ms.  Cohen." Was wat I did say.  Even though there was
nothing sexual in the way she touched me, my nipples were getting erect.

   "It can be a natural reaction to being touched for a woman's nipples to
get aroused and erect," Ms.  Cohen commented, noticing it.  "We will talk
more about symptoms of arousal in a later class."

   At her talking about arousal, and her pointing out mine to the class, it
occurred to me, I would likely be the model for that which actually made me
more aroused.  Did I see one of the cameras point to my privates?  I was
pretty sure I did.

   For the next breast she mentioned "Another position to do this in is
with the partner standing behind the woman, bringing the hands around to
the front.  I suggest that if you use this position, do it in front of a
full length mirror so both parties can see what is being done."

   She then got behind me and taking both my breasts in her hands at the
same time demonstrated how to do it from this position.  I was pulled fully
back into her chest as she held me this way and worked her fingers around
my breasts once more.  It felt so intimate the way she touched me, and yet
at the same time there I was facing my while class as well as the principal
and being recorded.

   "The other advantage of this positon," almost mirroring my thoughts "is
if it is with a partner this position can feel very intimate." I felt my
nipples must me standing so erect and hard, and even my vagina was
responding.  I am sure if anyone looked they might have noticed a slight
arousal in my sex, especially more visible that I was now shaved in that
region.

   "Now that you have seen how it is done on another person, Amy and I will
demonstrate how you do a self-exam."

   Ms.  Cohen then proceeded to remove her own blouse and bra.  She talked
me through the exam once again, as we both worked our fingers to feel our
own breasts one at a time.

   A lot of the kids stared right at her breasts seeing their teachers
well-formed large breasts exposed now.  We stood there touching our
breasts, me fully nude, somewhat visibly aroused, our teacher topless.  I
had the idea now, and occasionally looking over at her to keep in step with
her.  Ms.  Cohen talked the whole time explaining again what she was doing,
feeling, and the purpose and importance of it.

   Once we were done with that she told the students that next class they
would each get a chance to practice on one of us.  I would be having other
students actually touching me!

   She dismissed us, I put my dress back on, noticing Ms.  Cohen was still
topless as we all filed out of the classroom.

   That day, my elective at the end of the day was Cheerleading.  As it was
not football season we were not dong any actual cheering, but just working
on routines and meeting once a week.  As we are supposed to suit up, the
instructor said to me "Amy why don't you just practice in the nude, I'd
like to see what this is like." I could not see a justifiable educational
reason, but I decided I would not fight her about it.  I had been nude
around classmates a lot anyway, and this was just the other girls.  So
there I was in full nudity as we did our cheer routines, my breasts
bouncing freely without the tight sports bra on.

   "It's kinda too bad you cannot actually do cheers like that" She laughs.
"I think it works well.  Does it hurt your breasts?" she asked.

   "No.  I would have thought it would, but actually it does not."

   "Because of this new curriculum, I was doing some reading, and while not
proven, there is some evidence that gong braless and dong exercise braless
may strengthen the breast tissue.  The theory is that by always having a
bra to support the breast, the tissue weakens with the muscles not having
to do their own work, like your legs would get weaker if you never walked
anywhere, but were always driven or wheeled or such."

   The other girls agreed I looked good that way "I don't think I could do
that though." Several mentioned, "You are so brave to do this."

   Then it was time to go home.  I had survived three days of showing my
body and privates to my classmates, parents, teachers.  --

   When I got home, my parents were home already, which was unusual, and
they asked my brother and I to meet them in the kitchen for a family
meeting.  They told me how proud hey were of what I was doing.  They showed
me a follow-up up article in the paper, and how they had printed over a
page of letters about it.  There were a couple that lambasted the school as
immoral and me as a slut, but the large majority were supportive, including
an open letter of support from the PTA and another letter of support one
signed by all of the students in my biology class.

   "We also heard you have now been naked in Art class and your
cheerleading class.  This is a big deal, and you are setting a real
precedent here." My father stated.

   I wondered how he already knew about Cheerleading since I had just come
from that!  Probably the principal kept them informed.

   "Now, we also talked to the parents of the boy that will be joining you
soon.  It turns out they are doing things to prepare him that maybe we
could have done had we realized ahead of time.  They decided he should get
used to be nude around others first, so he now is nude at home around his
family.  That way when he has to be nude in front of the other students he
will already have had a few weeks of being used to being nude in front of
them.  Your mother and I decided Amy should be the same way.  We have taken
the liberty of taking all your clothes, Amy, and also removing the door to
your room and the bathroom.  You will have a few dresses to choose from
that will be kept in a cubby that we have put by the door.  Amy, when you
come in the house, you will remove your dress...."

   I open my mouth to begin to speak an objection.

   "And no, none of this is open to debate.  You have started this and you
need to see it through.  We love you, and you are growing up, but we are
still your parents and while you are under eighteen and living at home, we
do sometimes need to decide what is best for you."

   "But what if I have friends, or Rob does, or you do?"

   "They will see you naked, just as the other students and staff at school
do.  And on that topic, the boy who will be doing this with you is Paul
Jacobs.  His parents thought it would be a good idea for the two of you to
spend some time together, nude of course, before he joins you naked in
school.  He has not yet had much experience with being naked with girls his
age, and you two will be nude together in class soon, so we thought this
weekend our families would spend time together."

   I wanted to object on so many levels.  I had thought I would get to go
home after my ordeal in school and be normal again, but it was not to be
so. Instead of trying to argue, I just went "Yes, dad."

   "So, your dress please."

   I sighed, and stood up and removed it.  My dad took it and walked to the
front foyer and folded it and put in the cubby.

   "Oh, and they said it is a good idea to have a cloth under you where you
sit when you are nude--you know bodily oils and fluids." My mother chimed
in.

   "So I can still have friends over then?" Ron asks.

   "Of course.  Nothing else is changing.  Unless there is something else,
see you at dinner."

   I hid out in my room then and did homework, though it was not really
hiding out totally since my room looked down the hallway and so was visible
if anyone was going to or from their rooms.  I checked and sure enough, my
closets and drawers were empty--no clothes at all.

   I thought about Paul.  Now that I thought about it, he had been paying
particular attention to me, and being particularly nice as well.  Now I
knew why.  He was not someone I knew well, but we had mutual friends, and
sometimes went to the same parties, or hung out at the same table at lunch.
We had most of our classes together.  He was similar to me in some ways. 
Professors for parents.  He was a bit more studious and serious than me. 
My guess was he had never had a girlfriend.  He was reasonable looking.  No
hunk, but not super skinny nor fat.  I guessed that that was why they
picked him, as I had heard there were quite a few boys who volunteered.

   At least that night at dinner, no one invited friends over.

   When I went to go to bed, I realized, I would be sleeping in the nude
too.  And then I discovered they had removed even my sheets and
covers--wondering how I could have missed that earlier.  I then noticed,
they were keeping the house particularly warm, and my room even more so. 
They were really taking this to the extreme, I thought.  Shortly after
getting in--well on--bed my parents came in to wish me a good night,
kissing me on the cheek.  It somehow felt even more exposed in bed like
that.  It took me a long time to fall asleep between the different feeling
of not curling up in my night clothes and sheets, and all my racing
thoughts about my experiences.

   [to be continued]