Go Green or Stay Home_New March 22

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Go Green or Stay Home
(This story takes place in the near future)

Chapter 1. A new girl in town


When fourteen year old Polly Poddelka moved with her mother to the seaside community of Scituate Massachusetts, she had no idea the
community has the highest percentage of Irish descendants in the US. With 60 percent of the population identifying as Irish, the residents
of the town of 20,000 take the Old World traditions seriously.

Soon upon moving into their small but outrageously expensive house, Polly noticed how many pubs there were in town, with more places to get a
pint of Guinness than places to purchase gasoline for automobiles. Every family diner in town has Cock-a-leekie stew, corned beef with cabbage,
and of course Shepherd's Pie. The foods and the predominant religion of the region (Catholic) are mostly foreign to Polly. Her family background comes from immigrants fleeing the largely Russian country of Belarus, back in the Mid-Nineties during the chaos following the demise of the Soviet
Union.

It was right after the third day of school, when Polly was working up a sweat making dough for pierogies, that she heard her mother laughing
hysterically. Mother was reading the pamphlet provided by the High School containing all rules and regulations. What got mother's attention
was the last page of the pamphlet. It stated the State of Massachusetts no longer enforces a statewide standard for public nudity.

1: Each county or township may decide for themselves what the community standard is concerning indecent exposure.
2: The Township of Scituate effectively voted in an allowance for nude lifestyles and recreation, including public places and spaces.
3: Based on these changes the Scituate School District will employ creative uses of discipline including loss of clothing privileges.

"What kind of a town did we move to?" Polly asked her mother, after she too looked at the info pamphlet.

"Seems a very progressive one. I thought only in California such laws had been voted in and had popular support. Remember seeing the naked protests and demonstrations on the news? I had no idea this had spread to the east coast."

"Community standards...so, what are the standards here in Scituate?" Polly says, as she looks up on the computer a map of the town. She
locates the city swimming pool and she clicks on the icon. "Look here mom. It does say the city pool is swimsuit optional."

Clothing optional is also the standard for the public beach and the marina (when you are on your boat, not the dock).
The city park turned out to be only a Topless Recreation Zoned area.

"We should check out the park this weekend. What do you say, Polly?" Mrs. Poddelka says with a smile and a wink.

"I'm not going anywhere they're taking any clothes off!" Polly replies. "For now I'll just stick to the public library and the shopping mall."

* * * * *

Polly hadn't mentioned anything to her mother, that on these first days at school she noticed some striking differences in how the students
dressed at John Adams High School. Many of the girls wore tank tops with no bra on underneath. The classic Catholic school girl skirt is back
in fashion and with a higher hemline than before. During the first month of the school year the school saved money by keeping the air
conditioning at a warmer setting, and allowing the students to wear clothing more appropriate to a beach setting. Polly sweated it out in her
long sleeve shirt and blue jeans while other girls wore short shorts with a bikini top. And the boys were allowed to take their shirts off!

Polly was amazed any learning got done in the classroom. The morale of the students was good and somehow so was the class discipline.
Polly had never seen so few disturbances in class, and during her second week at school she found out why.

* * * * *

It was in Freshman English class that Polly saw her first use of creative punishment. A girl named Millie Monroe was late for the third time that
week. It's the first class of the day and also serves as the Homeroom. Millie is five minutes late, and though she claimed it's not her fault, that
her father drinks too much at night and it's hard to get him awake in the morning to drive Millie to school, the teacher insisted that disciplinary action is needed.

The titters and giggles go off in unison as Millie is called to the front by Mrs. Hamilton. Millie's face turns two shades redder by the time she
leaves her seat to step up the front of the class.

"Go to the blackboard, Millie, and while facing the board remove your shorts and underpants."

The teacher only had to remind the students one time to stay quiet and respectful. Polly was the only student shocked to see another girl
forced to strip down to a bare ass, Mrs. Hamilton putting Millie's shorts and plain modest panties on her desk. Millie stands, center of attention,
in front of the blackboard, her ass on view to every student in the room. Millie covers her front with her hands, even though nobody can see
whether or not she is well bushed down under, though if Millie was to turn even slightly in either direction the kids at that side of the room
would get a glimpse. From the gleeful looks on the faces of the boys, as well as many of the girls, they appear pleased by the sight of Millie's
slender legs and firm curvy bottom. Nobody shouted out insults or comments, or even whistled, much to Polly's surprise.

"Millie will show us how to conjugate sentences. Who would like to volunteer a sentence for Millie to write on the board?"

At least a dozen hands go up. The teacher calls on a boy in the front row to provide a sentence.

"The skinny girl's butt jiggles enticingly as she writes," the boy says.

A chorus of barely stifled snickers and guffaws accompanies Millie's fingers as she writes the sentence on the blackboard. Next the poor girl
has to conjugate the damn sentence, stating which word is the noun, verb, adjective, and adverb in the sentence. Polly is horrified by the whole
thing, this forced nudity punishment for something so minor as being late to class too many times. For half an hour Millie writes and conjugates
the suggested sentences of her peers.

"The boy wants to spank the girl's rear end"
"The girl has no tan lines so she must be a nudist"
"She showed off her feminine assets by flashing her ass to the class"

Millie's fingers tremble slightly, the letters of her words not aways formed with straight lines. The only positive thing about this is no student
was allowed to take their phone out to make a video.

Millie is then allowed to put her panties and shorts back on, but she had to step over to the teacher's desk to retrieve her articles of clothing.
The girl had to walk to the other side of the room, covering herself with both hands, then keep her ass toward her student audience as she
got her bottom covered up. For days afterward Millie was teased in the hallways and the cafeteria. Everyone in school heard about it.

After seeing what happened to Millie, Polly bought a second alarm clock with her own allowance, setting two clocks each night so she won't be
late for school.

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I enjoyed this prologue. Maybe a bit more of other girls getting naked would help build some tension before we get to the main chapters?

[TeenFan]

I wanted to do something for St. Patrick's day.
The color green, and over half the town being Irish will lead to something on that particular day.
Not sure how many little events will occur on the way to St. Patrick's day, but some interesting things will take place. If Polly pays attention
she won't be caught unawares. Take the signs seriously, the ones you read in the hallways. (a little forshadowing)

[Themarble]

A very progressive town indeed. This set up chapter is a great one. I can see there are many possibilities that could happen and school has just started. I cannot wait!

[SDS]

Very fun start... loved the sentences the students were giving out very creative! I love how nudity is accepted but obviously still a big deal to the blushing teens.

Ll

[Skylar21]

So funny, making the girl write sentences about her own predicament.

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Go Green or Stay Home
Chapter 2. No Sympathy From Mommy


Several weeks into the new school year at a new school, Polly has found only one person she can call a friend. Agnes Motts is another shy girl
who insists on wearing a stuffy sweater over even more layers of clothing. Instead of the haves and the have-nots, two groups of teens separated
by economic level, which is something almost every school in America has, all the kids in John Adams HS come from basically the same
middle class type family. It became apparent to Polly there is an underclass of students and it's based on them having a tendency toward
extreme shyness. An old term was repackaged for them. "Material Girls" is the word used for the girls who won't show an inch of skin below
their neck, above the ankles, or elbows. The shy ones, the new type of LOSER, is one who wears too many clothes, and Agnes Motts wears
more material than anyone else. Polly can't even tell what kind of body her friend has.

Now the popular girls don't prance around the halls naked, but they use a fine fashion sense to display their feminine features in creative and
alluring ways. A bare midriff is a must. Daisy Duke shorts are common, often combined with a tight-fitting half-shirt, nipples poking out through
the thin material. The feminists who marched for equal rights back in the late sixties, sometimes burning bras at rallies, have won. A bra
is not required in the High School, and at least half the female student body has free bouncing boobs.

Polly told her mom about the clothing trends at her school, how she just can't bring herself to flaunt herself like that, how it would make
her feel "Slutty" to wear a mini-skirt or a tube top. Mommy Poddelka didn't help things when she just laughed and reminder her daughter that
many Russian families would flock to the Crimean Peninsula of the Ukraine and flaunt their overweight bodies at the nude beaches.

"The Americans still haven't caught up with the Europeans when it comes to minimal clothing recreation."

"That's just disgusting. Old people should keep their clothes on," Polly said, shaking her head in wondering how anyone would want to see that.

"Isn't there a cute guy in one of your classes that you'd like to see undressed?" mom asks, and since she isn't very sympathetic to her daughter's
concerns, Polly excused herself to get started on her homework.

Mom offered to take Polly shopping, to get her some fresh, breezy, showy, cute shorts and camisoles and other sleeveless garments.
Mrs. Poddelka got the gist of what is fashionable when she waited outside the school to pick her daughter up at 3:30. At first mom was
surprised, but that soon turned to amusement and acceptance of the situation at hand. "You gotta play with the hand that you're dealt",
mom said. But Polly didn't want any new clothes, not of the type that showed too much skin.

One class that Polly didn't like the homework for was Health and Fitness. The textbook for that class had more info and photos about human
bodily functions and anatomical features than was comfortable to peruse. Having to read chapters on pregnancy prevention was both eye
opening and gave Polly in icky feeling. Having to practice putting a condom on a banana induced a state of nausea. Why are young teenagers
practicing for something they aren't supposed to be doing?

But nothing prepared Polly for what she saw and had to do during the Personal Hygiene demonstrations and practice. Not only was it a shock
to her, but Polly's friend Agnes actually fainted.

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Go Green or Stay Home
Chapter 3. Cleanliness is Next to Godliness


When Polly entered her Health and Fitness class, she noticed the setup of the room is different. The teacher's desk has been moved into the
corner, replaced by a plastic pool for small children. A chair sits next to the pool, a stack of small white towels sitting on the chair, along with
a small packaged box and a large plastic water bottle. There is a second small pool up against the wall in front of the shoved over teacher desk.

"What are those plastic pools for?" Agnes asks, and other students just shrug their shoulders.

The teacher, Mrs. O'Malley, a short, semi-fat woman with a big nose, thick wavy red hair, steps into a classroom where everyone instantly
turns toward her. The change in the layout of the room has every student curious. If the Health teacher wore a green three piece suit and
grew a beard she would look like a Leprechaun, so jokes about her were often said behind her back. Today the students are all eyes peeled
and ears open. What is up with the kiddie pools must be on everyone's mind.

"Okay sit down students. As you can see there are these two plastic pools here today. Today should be a fun and informative lesson. You will
see and participate in both vaginal and penile cleaning."

Nervous laughter sounds off around the room. Mrs. O'Malley lets it run its course, then shuts everyone up.

Polly raises her hand, "You mean we have to watch a girl do that?"

"Watch and get some hands-on experience. I'm going to need some volunteers to demonstrate vaginal douching."

The room gets dead silent. Several students blush. Some other turn pale. No hands go up.

The teacher looks from side to side, then shakes her head. "No volunteers?...somehow I'm not surprised. But I was ready for that and the girl
with the lowest grade point average in this class will be our demonstrator."

The students turned to look at each other, wondering which unlucky girl has the lowest scores in the class. Polly isn't too worried about
being at the bottom, as she turns in her work on time and always gets at least an 85 on each assignment.

"The girl who will come forward to the front of the class is...Fiona."

The poor grades girl rises slowly from her chair, as a chorus of giggles circulates around the room. All the boys are laughing, most of the girls
as well. Polly is among the few still sitting in stunned silence, and she looks over at Agnes who also sits mute. As Fiona slowly walks to the
front, keeping her head down the whole way, Mrs. O'Malley picks up the chair next to the small children's pool and she places it inside the
pool with the back legs up against the plastic wall. The chair faces toward the center row of student desks.

"What is all that for?" one of the boys blurts out.

"This is to simulate a sitting in the bathtub routine for a douche application. Now come over here Fiona, the first thing to do is get the
bottle ready. I'll read the directions and you follow the procedure, it's a very simple process..."

"A. fill the squeeze bottle with the solution using a quart of water. For those who want to save a little money, a made at home solution is one
part Apple Cider Vinegar to three parts water, but we'll be using the gynecologist approved stuff here today."

"You mean they can wash their pussy with a vinaigrette?" some smart-ass boy shouts out, and that boy is immediately reprimanded and told
the class only uses the word vagina.

All the boys are snickering, the young teenage girls looking shy and embarrassed since the focus in on girl's issues and the boys are having a
blast with it. After they quiet down the teacher goes on with the instructions.

"B. Get into the tub, take your bath first and clean everything and do the douche last. You can do vaginal cleaning first if doing it with a shower
to follow...okay Fiona, take your clothes off and get into the kiddie pool. Sit down on the chair."

It takes Fiona several minutes to get everything off. At first she tried to get out of the demonstration. Then she tried to argue that she
didn't need to take everything off. "Do you take a bath with your shirt on?" Mrs. O'Malley answered her with a sarcastic question.

Polly didn't consider herself a good judge of women's beauty, especially of the naked girl kind. Fiona is sort of a tomboyish type. Her sandy-blond hair is mid-length stopping at the shoulder tops in back. She is on the JV soccer team and has sturdy legs which she exposed first when the skirt
came off. Next the t-shirt goes and of course Fiona has no bra on. Her pert breasts are probably a B-Cup, but her nipples poke out prominently
from small, almost boyish size areolas that are light brown in color.

Fiona at first tries to cover her tits, but then she has to take off her underwear, which was more like athletic shorts than panties. The gray
tight fitting short shorts might be what Fiona wears in PE class, having to only lose the skirt. The PE coach probably didn't care if she had that
on instead of the regulation PE shorts. Polly heard the coaches are perfectly happy to let the students modify their PE wardrobe, especially
if it showed more skin that the official uniform. Polly has been able to avoid the PE class so far, needing a doctor's physical to participate,
and Polly has been putting it off for as long as possible.

Fiona has a nice athletic body. It's not the classic girl's figure made well known by the over promotion of the cheerleader as the ultimate
prototype of what a female is supposed to look like. Fiona might not be a head turner, but if she makes it onto the varsity soccer team in a
year or two she will be among the upper class of students and be respected.

Today, Fiona is a demonstration model for feminine douching, and she looks miserable. A girl's natural instinct is to squeeze her legs together
when forced into public nudity. But to show an entire class how to properly cleanse the vaginal tract...well, spread legs will be required. Fiona
sits in the chair, almost pouting like a bad child stuck in the corner of the classroom. Mrs. O'Malley hands her the bottle of cleaning solution.

"That looks like a ketchup bottle. Didn't know you could put a condiment on a cunt," another snotty boy shouts out.

"This is a serious demonstration. If I hear one more cackle of laughter from a boy then that lucky lad will help to demonstrate the use of an
enema bag."

Threatened with such a horrid punishment, the boys immediately quieted down, focused and feasted their eyes on the naked girl sitting
before them. The health teacher resumes the lesson.

"C. Rinse vaginal cavity using the squeeze bottle."

Fiona not only has to keep her legs spread wide, giving every student in the class a view of her brown, neatly trimmed pubes, but she has to
spread her outer labia. The students closest get a good look at what lies deeper in, until the squeeze bottle nozzle is placed in there. Fiona
fumbles around with the nozzle head, not sure of where to stick the pointed end. Mrs. O'Malley steps over to help the girl get things lined up.

Squeezing the bottle, liquid shoots into Fiona's now obscured recesses of her vagina. The fluid then spills out, running off of the chair and
down the girl's legs, to a sound of "Oooooh" from some boys, along with a couple "Ews". Now the purpose of the kiddie pool is obvious. After
all the cleaning fluid has entered and then flowed out, the teacher moves on with the lesson.

"And for D. wash the outside of the vagina. Just use regular soap and water, or a body wash."

Fiona is handed a wet wash cloth and bar of soap. Polly can't believe the demonstration has to go on. Fiona washes herself and then is
handed the large water bottle to rinse off. By the time all is done there is a thin layer of liquid sloshing around in the bottom of the kiddie
pool.

Polly feels a little queasy to her tummy. The practice of self cleansing looks barbaric. Her mother never told her she needed to do that.
Maybe such a need arises when one gets a little older. Maybe this is most useful to help get rid to whatever might be left behind by a boy
after sex. Polly is just starting to wrap her head around the need to know about sex. This is just Health and fitness class. The Sex Ed class
will be a future hurdle to jump over.

"Are we done yet?" Polly asks, hoping this will all be over, a bit squeamish from the graphic image of another girl's displayed pussy.

"No ma'am...we are only getting started," Mrs. O'Malley says, to a chorus of "Oh no" from the girls and "OH YES" from the young male students.

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Go Green or Stay Home
Chapter 3. Cleanliness is Next to Godliness


When Polly entered her Health and Fitness class, she noticed the setup of the room is different. The teacher's desk has been moved into the
corner, replaced by a plastic pool for small children. A chair sits next to the pool, a stack of small white towels sitting on the chair, along with
a small packaged box and a large plastic water bottle. There is a second small pool up against the wall in front of the shoved over teacher desk.

"What are those plastic pools for?" Agnes asks, and other students just shrug their shoulders.

The teacher, Mrs. O'Malley, a short, semi-fat woman with a big nose, thick wavy red hair, steps into a classroom where everyone instantly
turns toward her. The change in the layout of the room has every student curious. If the Health teacher wore a green three piece suit and
grew a beard she would look like a Leprechaun, so jokes about her were often said behind her back. Today the students are all eyes peeled
and ears open. What is up with the kiddie pools must be on everyone's mind.

"Okay sit down students. As you can see there are these two plastic pools here today. Today should be a fun and informative lesson. You will
see and participate in both vaginal and penile cleaning."

Nervous laughter sounds off around the room. Mrs. O'Malley lets it run its course, then shuts everyone up.

Polly raises her hand, "You mean we have to watch a girl do that?"

"Watch and get some hands-on experience. I'm going to need some volunteers to demonstrate vaginal douching."

The room gets dead silent. Several students blush. Some other turn pale. No hands go up.

The teacher looks from side to side, then shakes her head. "No volunteers?...somehow I'm not surprised. But I was ready for that and the girl
with the lowest grade point average in this class will be our demonstrator."

The students turned to look at each other, wondering which unlucky girl has the lowest scores in the class. Polly isn't too worried about
being at the bottom, as she turns in her work on time and always gets at least an 85 on each assignment.

"The girl who will come forward to the front of the class is...Fiona."

The poor grades girl rises slowly from her chair, as a chorus of giggles circulates around the room. All the boys are laughing, most of the girls
as well. Polly is among the few still sitting in stunned silence, and she looks over at Agnes who also sits mute. As Fiona slowly walks to the
front, keeping her head down the whole way, Mrs. O'Malley picks up the chair next to the small children's pool and she places it inside the
pool with the back legs up against the plastic wall. The chair faces toward the center row of student desks.

"What is all that for?" one of the boys blurts out.

"This is to simulate a sitting in the bathtub routine for a douche application. Now come over here Fiona, the first thing to do is get the
bottle ready. I'll read the directions and you follow the procedure, it's a very simple process..."

"A. fill the squeeze bottle with the solution using a quart of water. For those who want to save a little money, a made at home solution is one
part Apple Cider Vinegar to three parts water, but we'll be using the gynecologist approved stuff here today."

"You mean they can wash their pussy with a vinaigrette?" some smart-ass boy shouts out, and that boy is immediately reprimanded and told
the class only uses the word vagina.

All the boys are snickering, the young teenage girls looking shy and embarrassed since the focus in on girl's issues and the boys are having a
blast with it. After they quiet down the teacher goes on with the instructions.

"B. Get into the tub, take your bath first and clean everything and do the douche last. You can do vaginal cleaning first if doing it with a shower
to follow...okay Fiona, take your clothes off and get into the kiddie pool. Sit down on the chair."

It takes Fiona several minutes to get everything off. At first she tried to get out of the demonstration. Then she tried to argue that she
didn't need to take everything off. "Do you take a bath with your shirt on?" Mrs. O'Malley answered her with a sarcastic question.

Polly didn't consider herself a good judge of women's beauty, especially of the naked girl kind. Fiona is sort of a tomboyish type. Her sandy-blond hair is mid-length stopping at the shoulder tops in back. She is on the JV soccer team and has sturdy legs which she exposed first when the skirt
came off. Next the t-shirt goes and of course Fiona has no bra on. Her pert breasts are probably a B-Cup, but her nipples poke out prominently
from small, almost boyish size areolas that are light brown in color.

Fiona at first tries to cover her tits, but then she has to take off her underwear, which was more like athletic shorts than panties. The gray
tight fitting short shorts might be what Fiona wears in PE class, having to only lose the skirt. The PE coach probably didn't care if she had that
on instead of the regulation PE shorts. Polly heard the coaches are perfectly happy to let the students modify their PE wardrobe, especially
if it showed more skin that the official uniform. Polly has been able to avoid the PE class so far, needing a doctor's physical to participate,
and Polly has been putting it off for as long as possible.

Fiona has a nice athletic body. It's not the classic girl's figure made well known by the over promotion of the cheerleader as the ultimate
prototype of what a female is supposed to look like. Fiona might not be a head turner, but if she makes it onto the varsity soccer team in a
year or two she will be among the upper class of students and be respected.

Today, Fiona is a demonstration model for feminine douching, and she looks miserable. A girl's natural instinct is to squeeze her legs together
when forced into public nudity. But to show an entire class how to properly cleanse the vaginal tract...well, spread legs will be required. Fiona
sits in the chair, almost pouting like a bad child stuck in the corner of the classroom. Mrs. O'Malley hands her the bottle of cleaning solution.

"That looks like a ketchup bottle. Didn't know you could put a condiment on a cunt," another snotty boy shouts out.

"This is a serious demonstration. If I hear one more cackle of laughter from a boy then that lucky lad will help to demonstrate the use of an
enema bag."

Threatened with such a horrid punishment, the boys immediately quieted down, focused and feasted their eyes on the naked girl sitting
before them. The health teacher resumes the lesson.

"C. Rinse vaginal cavity using the squeeze bottle."

Fiona not only has to keep her legs spread wide, giving every student in the class a view of her brown, neatly trimmed pubes, but she has to
spread her outer labia. The students closest get a good look at what lies deeper in, until the squeeze bottle nozzle is placed in there. Fiona
fumbles around with the nozzle head, not sure of where to stick the pointed end. Mrs. O'Malley steps over to help the girl get things lined up.

Squeezing the bottle, liquid shoots into Fiona's now obscured recesses of her vagina. The fluid then spills out, running off of the chair and
down the girl's legs, to a sound of "Oooooh" from some boys, along with a couple "Ews". Now the purpose of the kiddie pool is obvious. After
all the cleaning fluid has entered and then flowed out, the teacher moves on with the lesson.

"And for D. wash the outside of the vagina. Just use regular soap and water, or a body wash."

Fiona is handed a wet wash cloth and bar of soap. Polly can't believe the demonstration has to go on. Fiona washes herself and then is
handed the large water bottle to rinse off. By the time all is done there is a thin layer of liquid sloshing around in the bottom of the kiddie
pool.

Polly feels a little queasy to her tummy. The practice of self cleansing looks barbaric. Her mother never told her she needed to do that.
Maybe such a need arises when one gets a little older. Maybe this is most useful to help get rid to whatever might be left behind by a boy
after sex. Polly is just starting to wrap her head around the need to know about sex. This is just Health and fitness class. The Sex Ed class
will be a future hurdle to jump over.

"Are we done yet?" Polly asks, hoping this will all be over, a bit squeamish from the graphic image of another girl's displayed pussy.

"No ma'am...we are only getting started," Mrs. O'Malley says, to a chorus of "Oh no" from the girls and "OH YES" from the young male students.

This is getting really interesting. I love the part where you talk about a girl's instinct to press her legs together and how it is denied, it's just incredibly fun to read.

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Go Green or Stay Home
Chapter 4. The Bigger the Scarier


There is a knock at the door. The teacher opens it and a tall, handsome, super duper athlete steps into the room wearing a white bathrobe. Polly
has no idea who he is but others in the class do. Several of the girls squeal and a couple sound like they are hyperventilating. "Oh cool, it's Dudley Boudier," one of the boys shouts out, recognizing the starting power forward of the basketball team. Dudley Boudier, also known as "Studly Body",
is six foot five with blond wavy hair, and the college scouts are already sniffing around his socks and jocks and he's only sixteen years old.

"I can't believe it. What's Studly doing in our class?" a girl asks Mrs. O'Malley, as all eyes in the class watch the hunky, manly, outrageously long
legged Dudley walk over to stand at the front of the room. The white robe fits him fine at the shoulders but is obviously not designed for such a
tall boy, the bottom of the robe above his knees, making the robe seem more like a short Roman tunic.

The teacher makes a short introduction, "As some of you already know, this is Dudley our star basketball player. He has volunteered his services
for the next part of our personal hygiene class. Please step over to the plastic pool near the corner will you Dudley,"

If the school made calendars with photos of the various athletes, Dudley would be the 'Hunk of the Month'. He flashes a white smile of polished
and perfected teeth, says "happy to help out", and he steps over to the plastic pool next to the teacher's desk, passing by the first pool which still has the completely naked Fiona sitting in a chair. Patting Fiona on the top of the head as he walks by, he says "Nice legs. Do you run a lot?",
making Fiona suddenly slam her legs together followed by blushing intensely. Dudley steps into the other pool and without warning unties the
robe and slips it off, tossing the robe onto the teacher's desk.

A gasp goes up all around as the impossibly gorgeous guy bares his body to the entire class. Polly feels her temperature rise as she looks at the
first naked boy she's seen of this age. Polly is savvy enough to know where to look up videos of naked guys online, but she never really had that
much of an interest. She is amazed the teacher didn't warn the students this was going to happen. Isn't a waiver from a parent needed to see
nudity in class? Isn't there an "OPT OUT" available to those who don't want to see naked people?

Polly can't help but stare. Dudley displays a broadness of the shoulders, rock hard abs, muscular thighs and calves, and a hell of a long dong.
Dudley has a huge one, long and thick with a bushy mass of pubic hair above a dangling dick, and Polly can see why he got the nickname
Studly Dudley.

"Not having had the opportunity to examine all the boys in this class, not knowing if I'll have an uncircumcised boy in this group, or if that boy
would be of sufficient size for this demonstration, I asked Dudley to be here for the penile cleansing practice. The boys in this class don't need
to participate in this unless they want to. Any uncircumcised boy here would already know how to properly clean his penis, and the boys who
are cut don't need to worry about it. So only the girls will be coming forth one by one to wash Dudley."

Polly raises her hand, "why are the girls expected to do this ma'am?"

"Girls of your age often earn money doing babysitting jobs. Suppose you have a nine year old boy you are watching over, and you have to give
him his bath. You have to know how to properly clean him if that boy has a foreskin. Agnes, how about coming up here to be the first to wash
this boy's magnificent specimen of manhood."

Normally most students would look over to the one getting up, but most eyeballs stayed glued onto the naked young man in the second plastic
pool.

"I...I uh, don't want to do this," Agnes says as she gets close to the nude basketball player who towers over her.

"Every girl's got to do her part," Mrs. O'Malley tells her as she shoves a bar of soap and a cloth into the trembling girl's hands. "You will see a
water bottle already in the pool. Use that to wet the entirety of Mr. Boudier's genitalia."

Agnes bends down, kneels down next to the plastic pool. She reaches for the water bottle, barely being able to look up at the long, thick thing
hanging down. She gets the cap off the bottle, tips the bottle to where water pours out right on top of the light brown mess of hair, the water
flowing down to splatter into the pool. Next she pours some water onto the washcloth. Recapping the bottle she accidentally lets it slip from her hands. It lands in the tub with a thunk.

"Okay Agnes. Grab the penis with both hands. You need to pull the foreskin back as far as you can. He'll let you know if you are too rough with
it."

Agnes reaches out one hand and she touches the end of the penis, which looks to be at least five inches long or so, but even from fifteen feet
away Polly can see the boy's dick is rising up a little. Dudley is getting excited. He's about to be touched, about to be manhandled...well,
about to be girlhandled that is and Dudley looks down and smiles, his white teeth gleaming. Agnes seems frozen in place. The fingertips touch
the end of skin of the penis and she can't bring up her other arm.

Suddenly Agnes gets all limp, her body falling forward into the plastic kiddie pool. Dudley, being a nice gentleman, reaches down and grabs her
shoulders. If that pool was full of water Agnes would have drowned.

Two other boys step over to help Mrs. O'Malley get Agnes moved to the side, laid flat on her back.

"Well, that was exciting," the teacher says, and she laughs nervously. "I guess Agnes is a bit of a scaredy-cat. Next one up...come on up here
Polly. You'll be the first one to wash this boy."