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The Nude Fundraiser: Part 15- The Pep Rally

Jenna stopped briefly at her locker before heading to the football field. She hadn’t really had time to get there all day, but so far it hadn’t mattered. She kept most of her books in her bag, but now she was emptying that. Unsure of what would happen, she decided it would be best to just have whatever she could carry. For safety reasons…she even put her phone in her locker. All she had, as she closed the door and locked it, was what she was wearing a white shirt missing one button, her tan skirt, two mismatched ankle socks, and her sneakers. She took a deep breath and headed for the football field with the mass of other students on the same pilgrimage to the pep rally.

Most of the kids preferred the indoor pep rallies. Pretty much any pep rally past October and before May was held in the gym due to weather. Being the second Friday of school in early September, outside was the way to go. It was bright, sunny with just a hint of cool breeze making the students realize the if summer weren’t truly over, it was probably soon ending.

Jenna wasn’t uncomfortable in her outfit, not from a weather perspective. She wasn’t really uncomfortable in this outfit unless Lauren was there. Lauren who had tormented her several times throughout the day and had forced her to display her body to other students most notably in her history class. Lauren would be at the pep rally.

…but the pep rally was where Jenna had planned to get back at Lauren. That plan was already in motion. Having switched phones, Lauren’s one ineffective attempt of keeping control of Jenna when they weren’t together, Jenna had found a way to interact with the principal, the cheer coach, and the other cheerleaders as Lauren. The ability for Jenna to do that was aided by Lauren’s own boyfriend Jacob, a fellow drama student with Jenna. The fake Lauren had initiated a plan to have the cheerleaders perform the pep rally in only their underwear, sending the request to do so to the coach through the principal, so the cheerleaders wouldn’t know where it really came from. Somehow Lauren had gotten Principal McGuffin under her thumb to the point that this whole pep rally was really her idea and her intent was to expose Jenna’s whole student body to the entire school. In return for having the pep rally, Lauren was supposed to have Jenna tossed in a dumpster so she would be dirty while she was exposed under the orders of the principal.

Lucky for Jenna, the getting tossed in the dumpster fell apart…or had so far. Her walk to the football field included her keeping an eye out for enemies… but also for allies. She had found Mike and Dennis from the bus, both kids she’d known for years and would call friends. They may not have been a trio that would traditionally be seen together, but she felt comfortable with them now as the entered the field.

Jenna knew not to look for Carly, but she kept her eyes out for Sarah, the Freshman she’d come to befriend during the day.

Along the way, she bumped in Ezra, from her homeroom and science class. He was another student she’d know forever. While she wouldn’t necessarily consider him a friend, they were more than just acquaintances. They weren’t inviting each other to parties, but were able to have conversations and laughs when they were together.

Surrounded by the three boys, Jenna felt a little more comfortable.

She saw Sarah, but she was too far away. Sarah, the little freshman drama club girl with the blonde hair in a pixie cut, was seated with people Jenna hoped were friends. She looked uncomfortable. Jenna hadn’t had contact with her since lunch and was nervous how things had been. Sarah was a brave girl, but still nervous about the upcoming fundraiser. She wasn’t processing it as well as Jenna was, maybe. Where Jenna had been driven to acts of stupidity (not wearing panties or a bra to school,) which led to more difficult things (Lauren’s continued dominance and blackmail,) Sarah had been drive to acts of madness (pulling off her leggings in her homeroom,) in order to prove herself. … Jenna wondered what other events had transpired today for the poor freshman obviously flailing for acceptance in a new place.

Jenna decided she’d keep an eye on the girl from a far, but not too far. She motioned her trio of boys to sit down here towards the edge of a row on the bleachers about a third of the way down the length of the metal seating area. They were about halfway up and the boys agreed this would be fine.

Roger, the loner, who road the bus with Jenna and the other two, ended up sitting right behind them. He had shared some classes with Jenna and been in homeroom with her. Of the four boys in her proximity, he was the only one she knew beyond a doubt had seen what she was wearing under her shirt and skirt. He turned and smiled at her, but said nothing. She smiled back and brushed her skirt to make sure everything was covered.

Jenna looked around and saw Jacob and the other football players assembled on the field. Coach Morgan was with them giving them some instructions. Some of the team members were wearing their jerseys. Jacob had his helmet again.

Mr. Dirklin and the pep band were set up and playing the fight song on repeat until things began.

The photography students were out and about on the field and in the bleachers as well. Mrs. Lynn always liked to have her students participate in these events by getting pictures. Jenna was sure it was helpful for the students, but she couldn’t help but feel a little awkward around anyone with a camera today after what happened in Mr. Elba’s drama class. She saw Rayna and DeShawn, two of the four she had interactions with during that class. They were still close to each other. She spotted the other two apart from them and on an opposite side.

The teachers, Jenna noted were spread out amongst the crowded mass of students. She could easily find grumpy Mr. Riley from her English Class and Mr. Morris her math teacher (this would have been Jenna’s class with him if it weren’t for the pep rally.) She found Mr. Gunderson her history teacher who HAD to know something was going on during that class but didn’t say a word. She saw Ms. Carol and Mrs. Apgar speaking together at the corner of a different section on the bleachers.

Looking out at the field again, she witnessed Mr. Elba and Mr. Cranston from the technologies department putting what were most likely the final touches on the equipment set-up for today’s event. McGuffin, the pervy principal who may still be wearing Sarah’s panties under his outfit, was walking out towards them.

The one group of people Jenna didn’t see was the cheerleaders. She didn’t see Lauren. She didn’t see Kate. She didn’t see Julia or Rita or any of the other girls. …but maybe they were in the locker room getting dressed…or getting undressed. Their absence was easily explainable, but it made Jenna nervous all the same. The cheerleaders were the lynchpin to both Lauren’s plan and Jenna’s plan…and if either plan was going to play out, the actions of the cheerleaders would be the first indication of which.

What made things more nerve-wracking for Jenna, the Cheerleaders are usually out on the field at this point doing spot cheers and whipping the audience up. Now, all that the students had as a prelude was the pep band playing the fight song.

The music came to a close and principal McGuffin started to speak into a microphone at a podium on the field.

“Teachers, students, faculty and staff of Kentucky Central High School, Welcome to the pep rally!”

There was a little cheer… Pep rallies were always a slow start for the Students of Kentucky Central High. The students did care about the sports program, but there was a ton of apathy for the concept of pep rallies. Was there a need for the students to affirm the football players? In the end, that’s all it was. Sure, the band played and the cheerleaders cheered. They’d get some applause and thanks, but for the better part of an hour, the students would be continually asked to get loud and get louder for the football team. Was the drive to win a game and up their stats for college recruiters and scholarships not enough to fill their tanks? Was the roar of the crowd during a game, which was only maybe a quarter full with students and three quarters full with family, community and alumni, not enough to keep them going? Did the football team really need the forced cheers of their contemporaries to play a better game? Was there something deeper being taught by making students respond to a “charismatic” leader over something that really had no stake on their life? … Jenna didn’t really care. This was all a show she wished was already over.

“Lets all give a cheer for the Fighting Chickens of Kentucky Central High!”

The crowd of students actually roared a little louder this time… the football team coaxing the cheers.

“And let’s hear a boo for the Pinging Meters of East Kentucky Gifted!”

A smaller roar of boos coaxed by the football team could be heard. Jenna even booed lightly. Mostly she always hated that East Kentucky School for the Gifted thought they were clever. They shortened their name to East Kentucky Gifted on most of their merchandise and uniforms so they would EKG…and then changed their mascot from Albert Einstein to a heart monitor. That struck fear in absolutely zero hearts…but then again, they only had a sports program for the money. It didn’t ever win games.

“Last year’s game was a bust due to Covid. The year before that, they held home field advantage, so it was a travel game for us. They forfeited before the game started because they didn’t even have enough players for their starting line-up. The year before that, their poor performance invoked the slaughter rule when we had scored our seventh touchdown in the first quarter. We all know we’re going to win tonight!”

He paused for a cheer and as it subsided a male voice from somewhere in the crowd shouted “Bring out the cheerleaders.”

Jenna grabbed Mike’s hand and looked at him, “Start a chant. Cheer. Cheer. Cheer.”

Mike was confused, but game. With a balled fist he started chanting. “Cheer. Cheer. Cheer. Cheer.”

The other boys joined in and even though McGuffin had started talking again Jenna couldn’t hear what he said. The chant had started to take hold and most of the crowd was calling out for the cheerleaders, Jenna included.

Mr. McGuffin quieted them down. “Listen students, the cheerleaders will be out in a minute with a special performance I’m told. They needed a few minutes to prepare. As soon as they’re ready…”

With that phrase Coach Baxter ran onto the field from the locker room… “Sounds like you all are ready! Come on out girls!” She was yelling and could be heard by a good portion of the crowd. She’d learned how to project her voice well…but it wasn’t perfect and not everyone could hear…

As the team started to burst out of the locker room, Coach Baxter headed for the podium.

Jenna didn’t care about where the coach was, however, she was more concerned with what the girls were wearing. They were in their uniforms…all of them. Even Lauren. What was different about Lauren, however, is that her hands were tied and she was being led to the front by Kate and Rita.

Coach Baxter fought the microphone from Mr. McGuffin. Fought was not too strong a term. He was less than willing to give it up. The Cheerleading coach addressed the audience. “Students, Thank You for your love of my cheerleading squad! We heard you and we are here for you.”

There was a good cheer from the crowd at that.

“We thank you for your patience. We had an internal matter to deal with. A matter that involves not one but two perverted and vindictive people up here in front of you today.”

There were gasps from the crowd and a few claps. Jenna noticed that Julia was now behind Mr. McGuffin and he definitely didn’t look too happy.

“First one of our Cheerleaders has been very naughty all day. She has been mean towards a fellow student, as some of you have no doubt witnessed. I myself, saw this bad behavior in the lunch room. Our cheerleader Lauren Wasnotski forced another student to stand bottomless in the middle of the cafeteria.”

Very audible gasps from the crowd. Jenna now knew she was not unseen in the cafeteria when they traded back phones.

“What’s worse is that this student conspired with our beloved principal Mr. McGuffin, to have our entire cheerleading team debase themselves in front of all of you, not unlike the Drama Club will on Monday!”

The murmur in the crowd was non-distinct. Jenna couldn’t tell if it was positive or negative.

…For Jenna’s part, she knew exactly how to react. She was feeling fucking euphoric. Sure, Coach Baxter had just insulted the Drama Club which kinda sucked but was on brand for the cheer coach.

On the other hand, Jenna was in the positive column for two reasons.

First Coach Baxter had not outed Jenna by name, which was good. Yes, plenty of students knew, but not everyone.

The second positive was that Jenna’s final text as Lauren seemed to do the trick. As she ventured to the bathroom before the phone exchange, fake Lauren sent a text to the cheerleading group that was obviously meant for the principal. “MG, I said cheerleaders naked not in panties and bra. You have to help me show those cheer bitches I’m the top of that food chain.”

When Jenna hit send, she knew it was a gamble, but it seems to have played out just fine. The cheerleaders discovered Lauren was the force behind their proposed humiliation and the principal was a willing participant.

Lauren, of course, having no sim card in her phone and having had the passcode changed and all the messages deleted, was unable to see or hear what was going on…and the other squad members no longer involved her in their planning. No doubt when they confronted her in the locker room, she denied everything.

Suddenly, they were no longer interested in humiliating Jenna Jenkins since they were about to become Lauren’s victims as well.

“Our Plan,” Coach Baxter continued, “Is to force Ms. Wasnotski to do for you what she intended the rest of to do. …perform today’s cheer in the nude.”


There was a great cheer from the crowd, mostly the guys, but they were very vocal.

The coach shouted a command off the microphone to Kate and Rita. It wasn’t meant for the audience, but Jenna and others could hear her tell them “Strip her.”

There was a murmur through the crowd. Teachers and staff didn’t know how to respond, many turned their gaze to McGuffin who wasn’t at all sure how things were going to go…but he knew enough to let it happen, to pull the focus away from him. He gave a let it go gesture to those who were looking his way. With shocked and uneasy faces, they all did. Turning to watch and not to stop.

Kate and Rita were not nice about it. It was rough. Other cheerleaders stood close by to make sure there were no hassles from their captive.

Laurens hands were untied. She looked like she wanted to fight or run, but realized it was impossible. She still struggled as the other two seniors pulled off the redhead’s top. They wiggled it from side to side as they lifted it over her head banging her arms against her. Tossing it onto the field.

They didn’t bother to undo her bra, just grabbing it and pulling. Lauren’s 36D breasts flopped down after being pulled up during removal. Exposed for all to see, she had tiny areola’s if you were close enough and her nipples were ugly and pointed. Lauren tried to cover her breasts with her arms, as two of the other cheerleaders stepped in to grab her hands.

Kate and Rita went in for the skirt and panties, pulling them both down together and pushing Lauren out of them exposing her unkempt red-haired bush covering what everyone assumed were meaty pussy lips.

The guys in the audience continued to cheer. Jenna tried to hide her smile, one of pride and happiness to have won against her abuser.

“We’ll leave her shoes on for the cheer.” Coach Baxter called into the microphone and motioned to Mr. Morgan to start the music. While he worked on getting the music playing, she had one more thing to say, “Now, Lauren, you better give this cheer 110% or that’s going to be your outfit for tonight’s game as well.”

As the beats to the song overtook the sound system, the cheerleaders dropped Lauren’s arms and took their positions to perform. Lauren did as she was instructed…and performed 110% percent. The entire routine her breasts were bouncing. She did the splits and jumps as required. Each one garnering thunderous applause.

…and at each one Jenna thought she could see tears on Lauren’s face. She almost had feelings of remorse, but her compassion ended quickly as she remembered not only what had been done to her, but what Lauren had planned to do to her. …and Jenna remembered that she didn’t know everything that had been done either. There was the question of the text messages that were missing. Sent pictures that may need to explained to friends and family in the coming days and weeks. …So, Jenna just sat there and watched her tormenter get humiliated in front of the entire school.

Ezra, leaned in to Jenna, and whispered in her ear. “That’s gonna be you on Monday.”

In a way that made Jenna smile as the routine ended. It would in fact be her on Monday. It would be her and Jacob and Carly and Sarah and so many others. It would be her, but she would not be alone.

Jenna leaned back to Ezra, “Hey, when this is done, start a chant…’show us your panties McG.’”

Ezra looked confused, but shrugged it off. “Okay.”

And so it was, by the time the applause and shouting for the routine was done, a chant was growing throughout the audience. “Show us panties McG.” It had changed a little, but Jenna knew it would get the point across.

Lauren was naked on the field in her shoes and socks at the end of the cheer. She was trying to cover herself and no one was stopping her now.

Coach Baxter let the chant roll for a minute. The cheerleaders looked as confused as she was. She turned to principal McGuffin and put the mic up to speak. “I think the students have chosen what they want to happen to you, for your part in this evil plan,” she said to her boss.

Angrily and defiantly, he stepped forward already undoing his pants. Before he could take them down, Julia stopped him and helped him out of his jacket. She just kind of sensed what needed to happen in this moment.

As his hands went to lower his trousers, Julia grabbed the hem of his shirt and lifted it so that it didn’t cover what needed to be seen…

And there they were, Sarah’s panties still on his body. Tight around his waist and pressing into his skin. His cock no longer inside the panties, but pushed through the leg hole and completely visible to those close enough.

The crowd burst in laughter. Jenna finally noticed all the phones out taking pictures. She was certain they were there during Lauren’s cheerleading routine. Videos and pictures would be all over the internet tonight and this show, both Lauren and Mr. McGuffin would be far more interesting than any pics or videos taken of Jenna earlier.

The photography classes were doing their job as well. Flashes were going off. Lenses were being changed. The kids were angling for better positions. Jenna thought that this moment may make it into the yearbook, and no one would know what part she played in it.

She looked over at Sarah, who was beaming with pride. Jenna could almost hear her say “those are my panties.”

The teachers were trying to settle things down. One of the assistant principals stepped up to rescue the Microphone from coach Baxter and free their boss from his humiliation.

Jenna looked down on the field and saw Lauren and Jacob, there was obviously a disagreement between the two. He tried to give her his shirt, but she refused and stormed off to the locker room. He tossed his helmet angrily at the fence.

Jenna wasn’t completely proud of that, but it was the final part of this plan. She was hoping to create some discord between the two primarily as a way to unsettle Lauren, but after Jacob set the tone with the photo shoot in drama class, Jenna hard started to hope the trajectory would go this way. Once she had taken the sim card and isolated the two of them, since she knew they had no classes together, Jenna was almost certain the picture would create Lauren to stew more over his actions and the fact that she knew he gave her the passcode for the phone. This was the last little time bomb, exploding at the perfect time.

There was no bell that afternoon. The students weren’t even officially dismissed. The chaos just led to a disbursal and soon the teachers and junior administrators couldn’t stop it. The students were making their way to their buses and cars.

Jenna grabbed Ezra’s arm, “did you drive today?”

“Yeah,” he said.

“Can you drive me home?” She asked.

“Sure,” he happily responded. “You can tell me how to get into Drama Club.”

She laughed. “Let me get my phone from locker.”

He followed her and they both trotted off towards her locker.

It had been a huge day for Jenna. She had been through a million different emotions and she wasn’t sure what was going to come next.

As they walked, she passed Sarah. Jenna gave her a pat on her ass and a winking smile. Sarah reacted with a happy giggle.

When Jenna got to her locker, Ezra went to his briefly, leaving her alone. She got her phone and dug Lauren’s sim card out of her bag while she packed it for the weekend.

As she stood up to walk to Ezra, closing her locker, she saw Jacob across the hall. Jenna walked to him…and put the sim card in his hand.

“There are some parts of today I’m sorry about. I hope this helps.” She said, looking him in the eye.

As Jacob realized what it was, Jenna walked away. More would come from this, she knew it. …but after today, she figured she could handle whatever came next.

Jenna joined back up with Ezra and the two left the school.

She wasn’t coming back for the game. She had no reason to be there over the weekend. The next time she would enter would be Monday Morning…and at that point she’d have to be naked. Jenna took a deep breath and smiled as she thought in her head, she could handle that too.

Bumper.

Apologies if this is against protocol. With all the spamming going on, I wanted to try to keep my story up near the front (on page 1,) it being a holiday people may just glance and I want those following to be able to find the latest chapter (if they missed it Friday/Saturday/...until I post officially again on Sunday.)

Okay... Merry Christmas, to those who celebrate.

~Allie

The Nude Fundraiser: Part 16- The Family Chat

Her ride home with Ezra was pleasant and stress-free. She didn’t really think he was going to join the Drama Club, but she answered all his questions. Despite all the goings on during the day, she realized he had never gotten a free preview, so she took her skirt off quietly in the car, and when she got out, left it there as a gift. He almost didn’t notice, but got a glimpse…just enough to encourage him to pull over a few minutes later and relieve some pressure. Jenna didn’t know that happened, but would have been pleased at it.

Shortly before dinner, her parents knew. They knew about the fundraiser because of the district-wide text and email that went out around 6pm. It had a link to the website which explained everything…and showed almost everything.

While her parents learned about it all, Jenna explored the link herself just to see the pictures of her…and Sarah and Carly. Jenna’s pictures left nothing to the imagination. One of the four photographers had gotten shots of her before she was guarded enough to protect herself. She was absolutely all on display. The pictures were not locked, Jenna noted and could be saved and re-shared by anyone. This saddened her because of what it might mean when her college of choice found out… but there’s nothing she could do about it now.

The pictures of Sarah and Carly were only a little more modest. The lab coats had done a good job of hiding certain features, but the photographers were good enough and sneaky enough to get the girl’s special parts in view. There was not one single picture of either of them that showed both breasts and pussy, but their breasts and pussies were visible in some of the photos. Both of the girls really looked like they were trying to hide things, which Jenna was happy about. More to the point, Carly’s eyes were looking left in a lot of her photos, as if she were looking back to Sarah waiting. …and Sarah’s eyes were looking right in many of her shots, as if she were looking off at Carly.

When Jenna’s parent had processed the information about the fundraiser from the website and saw the pictures of Jenna, it was time for dinner and dinner was when they usually had a family chat.

She’d always been open with her parents. He relationship with them was one of respect and love. They were supportive of her endeavors. They helped out and participated when necessary. How many recitals and ballets had her mom been backstage for? How many times had she helped sew costumes? Her dad had been building sets for her at every school she ever attended. These were not helicopter parents. They were solid parents who cared and supported their only child through everything she needed. They let her build her own life and follow her own dreams. They knew that she’d already gotten into the college of her choice and that nailing a top role in the spring musical was the lynchpin to a full ride scholarship. Like Jenna had understood, they too knew the musical had to happen.

…but never in a million years did they think it would come to this. No parent imagines that their high school aged child will need to parade their naked bodies in front of their entire school in order to make their dreams come true. Good parents, they thought, don’t create roadblocks.

Jenna, who had taken a posture of shame while she sat at the table, barely touching her food. The clanking of silverware on plates was quiet in reality, spaced apart by distance and fear…but in her head it was deafening.

They had spoken. Her parents had already talked to one another, but not yet to Jenna.

They asked her to explain the fundraiser to them, in her words.

Her words included the old chestnuts naked and nude, preceded by the classic phrases “I’ll be” and “while I am.” …Saying it out loud to her parents drove it home to Jenna in a way that she hadn’t quite fathomed. The vast unknown of “I’ll be naked in school all day on Monday,” had started to sink in…but Jenna tried to hold it back. They had to agree to it. Her future depended on it.

When she finished, the parents of Jenna Jenkins looked at each other and then to their beautiful daughter and asked how could they help?

She was surprised that they weren’t judging her…or this idea. They seemed to understand what doing the show meant to her and to the school. It didn’t mean they liked the idea…but it didn’t mean they were going to stop her or stop it. They wanted to help.

How could they help?

“I don’t know.” Was Jenna’s response.

“Have a lot of people seen you naked before, honey?” Her mother asked. “…Before the pictures.”

“No. Not really.” Said Jenna, which was mostly true. While she had been much more visible during the recently ended school day, she had always had something on. The photo shoot was the least, but even then, she still had her socks on. She felt comfortable with No. It wasn’t a lie.

“How many, dear?” Her father quietly inquired…but paused… “Before… before the… the pictures…today. How many?” The moment of silence this created forced him to rethink his plan. He stammered a bit as he backtracked by saying “It’s curiosity more than anything, I suppose. You don’t have to answer it if you don’t want too.”

“It’s okay dad,” was Jenna’s response. “Four. Livie and Kenzie during a sleepover. That boy I dated over the summer, Max…and Mom.” Again, avoiding the conversation that spoke of her actions and the “self-inflicted” humiliation that Lauren had supervised.

“…and your doctor.” Added her mother, Alexandra.

“Yeah, I guess him to.” Jenna agreed. Eager to avoid the conversation of what she and Max had gotten into over the summer that led to her being naked for him. That conversation would probably end up being another time, and most likely involved deeper probing questions where they would learn that he was naked too and condoms were involved.

“On a scale of 1 to 10, how nervous are you?” George Jenkins probed further. “10 being the most nervous, of course.”

Jenna thought for a moment. She had too. That answer would be different now than it would have been last night when they should have had this talk. Last night she hadn’t been partially naked in front of a lot of people, but she’d worn bikinis at the beach and pool parties. She’d been in just her underwear at a ton of sleepovers…and then less for that one with Kenzie and Livie... All those years dancing in tights, bodysuits and leotards…it’s not like people haven’t had a chance to see her body and watch her develop…But being in tight clothes and being out of clothes completely are two different things. …and then what she did today… While it really wasn’t being naked, was it? Just during the photo shoot… but she had opted to show several people that she was going without panties and that had become much easier as the day went on. …Jenna was torn, but she had to give an answer. “I think I’m at a 10. I think I can do it, but I’m kind of unsure about it. I am nervous because in a lot of my classes I’m the only Drama Club kid. In those classes I’ll be the only one naked, and that makes me really nervous. When there are others, I’ll feel like I’ve got company…that I’m not alone.”

What her father said next shocked her deeper than the fundraiser itself. “Stand up and take your clothes off now.”

“Wait, what?” she stammered her response.

“George, I don’t…” His wife Alexandra protested.

“No. Do it now. It will help you get used to it.” Jenna’s father countered before her mother’s objections could be fully raised. “Every minute you are home between now and Monday you will be naked. It will help you become comfortable dressing like that.”

“George…we’re having company this weekend…” Her mother chirped fearfully.

“I know, Lexi.” He said to his wife, before turning back to his nervous daughter. “… Jenna, honey… I’m trying to help you. You trust me, don’t you?”

Jenna nodded her head almost silently. She closed her eyes, because she knew he was right. If she couldn’t be naked in front of her parents, how could she be fully naked in front of a school full of others?

She pushed her chair back and stood up. She chuckled to herself because this was going to go faster than either of her parents imagined. After school she had spent some time in her room wearing just her socks…when they came home, she had only tugged on a pair of panties and a t-shirt.

She bent down and began to pull off her mismatched ankle socks. As she stood upright again, her hands went for the hem of her shirt and with a clean motion pulled it off over her head, revealing her 34c breasts to her parents…revealing those little freckles in all their glory... revealing her abdominal muscles which softly sculpted from her years of dance… revealing her red panties.

She had chosen to put on panties tonight, because her body had somehow missed them in a way that it didn’t miss the bra. Having been without the panties made her want them…but only them.

Jenna hoped her body had enough time in them, because now they would be coming off.

Her mother hid her eyes, embarrassed for her daughter while her father watched. He spoke words of encouragement in the pause, which moved her to continue. “Go ahead Jenna, you can do this.”

Her hands returning to her nervously tingling body, her fingers found the waistline of her red bikini cut panties. She lowered the undergarment down to her ankles perhaps a little more slowly than she should have and with only a tinge of reluctance at this point.

Jenna turned to the side a little as she helped her bottoms off over her ankles and feet, not completely ready to let her parents see between her legs. As she turned back towards them, she took a deep breath and accepted that now she was completely nude in front of both of her parents for the first time in her memory.

She closed her eyes, not wanting to see their disappointment in her or her body. Knowing her wavy shoulder length brown hair didn’t reach far enough to cover her nipples, she became acutely aware how hard they had become. Her breasts were always a strong point of pride for her. Perky and smooth, a good size for her 5’6” frame. She had an athletic build with soft curving muscles from her dancing. She was fit and comfortable in her body. The years of being awkward and gangly had passed her by and she was thankful for that… but even in her comfort, she knew she wasn’t perfect. Her parents would find those imperfections, she knew it.

She opened her eyes after what felt like an eternity of silence to see that both parents were now staring at her. It made her more self-conscious than she was with her eyes closed. Her hands instinctively moved to cover her body as she felt tears begin to well up, when her mother’s voice stopped her.

“Honey, you don’t have cover up. It’s okay.” She paused. “You’re beautiful, darling.”

Jenna looked towards her parents and noticed the pride in their eyes. They held each other’s hand as they looked at her. She sensed that her father had squeezed her mother’s hand as he spoke. “We did pretty well, Lexi. Made ourselves a perfect little you.”

Jenna’s mother smiled. “She does have my beautiful brown eyes.”

“…and nose.” Her father added. “It does that little scrunching thing you do too.”

They were smiling. If they had noticed any imperfections in Jenna’s softly tanned body, they didn’t say anything. They didn’t judge any of it. They only found points to compliment.

“Am I allowed to say that your breasts are beautiful, honey?” Her father asked.

Jenna nodded, silently as a few tears began to fall upon her cheek, tears of relief.

“I love those freckles.” he continued, he’d said it before when she wore bathing suits or certain tops and dresses, but they were always cut off by the material. He was seeing them completely for the first time, unstopped and free.

“You always have George.” Her mother giggled “Now get your naked ass over here, Jenna! Eat your dinner before it gets any colder.”

All three laughed and Jenna complied, sitting back down at the table and beginning to eat again.

A first it still felt awkward. The act of being naked and eating was foreign. The fact that it was in front of her own parents made it weird…but the conversation stopped being about her and being naked, it became normal conversation about work and school and dance. By the time she finished eating it almost felt natural. She never really forgot that she was naked. There were enough contact points with her skin that were new and different to her that made it impossible to forget she was naked, from the cushion material of the seats to the way the table edge brushed the undersides of her breasts when she got too close it was obvious to every tingling sensor in her body that she was unclothed.

After dinner they moved to the den to watch tv. She cuddled with her mother and didn’t cover up for over an hour and only then because she got a little chilly.

By the time she went into her room to go to bed that night, she had started to think that being naked wasn’t all that bad. Her parents had made her feel at ease throughout the evening. …but parents are one thing. Horny teenage boys and pervy teachers are something else, as she had learned with her escapades.

As she laid in bed that night, she thought about the day she had, but more important the days she would have soon. If her parents held true to what they said, Jenna was going to be naked all weekend. Company was coming over on Saturday night, family friends, the Andersons; her father usually had some of the guys over for football on Sunday; and she had some outdoor chores to do on Saturday during the day. It was going to be a full weekend and if things didn’t change, she would spend it fully nude.

…and deep in her heart and her sleep drifting mind, she didn’t think that was going to be a bad thing.

The Nude Fundraiser: Part 17- The Saturday Chores

Waking up late on Saturday morning, Jenna had slept in of course, was a revelation to her. Sleeping nude had felt more comfortable than it had before. She’d done it many times throughout the years, never with permission. She had done it on Thursday night to help her prepare, but then she had to worry about school the next day… but Friday night into Saturday, she not only had permission, but her parents blessing to be nude. She didn’t have to wake up for anything pressing. And when she had to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night, she didn’t need to wrap up or sneak around. It just felt more comfortable to her, so easy and relaxing. She wondered if she would ever wear her pajamas again.

After waking, she had ventured down to the kitchen. Jenna’s mom Alexandra had gone out grocery shopping already. George, her father was catching up on the sports from the night before. He drew her attention to an article referenced in a recap of the Kentucky Central football game. It seems her principal, Mr. McGuffin was resigning immediately over something that happened at Friday’s pep rally.

Mr. Jenkins didn’t really know what happened at the pep rally, as the article about it was vague. Jenna did not tell him everything that happened, but she gave him the broad-strokes. He wondered if the Fundraiser would truly happen, given the added publicity.

The two parted after that conversation, her father had some work around the house to do and in the garage. Jenna at her cereal and started thinking about her to do list for the day and how she was going to do it dressed as she was.

Most of Jenna’s list was easy and indoors, a few cleaning items including her bathroom upstairs. As the family would be having guests on both Saturday night and Sunday afternoon/evening, an extra bathroom for guests might be a necessary addition to the one bathroom already readily available.

She did have two tasks outdoors that would be a little more visible to neighbors and those passing by. One was weeding the front garden, which she and her mother had started growing when Jenna was young. Weeding the garden was a standard thing for Jenna to do on a Saturday from April through October.

Finishing her cereal, she grabbed her hat, gloves and the kneeling pad…took a deep breath and walked out the front door.

Her father had heard the door and knew what it meant, he ventured around from the garage to make sure she was okay…and saw that she had already gotten down and started. He made a mental note that nude gardening was something his daughter was capable of.

She saw him out of the corner of her eye and turned back and smiled.

He thought once again how cute she looked, and how much she reminded him of his wife…particularly in that hat and gardening gloves. They looked less out of place on a naked body than he thought they would.

After watching her for a few moments, he wandered back to his own tasks in the garage.

Those passing by while Jenna worked fell into three categories: A. The ones who didn’t see/notice; B. The ones who noticed and said nothing, most likely enjoying the view in their own special ways; and C. the ones who noticed and made their feelings known.

Most of the third crop were positive or shocked but not disapproving. Several car honks and people shouting out how they liked her outfit. A few boys on bikes coming to a stop, pulling out their phones and taking pictures. If she noticed they were, she usually struck a smiling pose. Jenna had no problem stopping for a moment and visiting with the local dogs as they were taken around on their walks and most of their owners were okay. Even Dennis, from school was out walking to the store and stopped when saw her. …and he definitely liked what he saw from the look of the tent in his shorts.

It was a pleasant mid-September day. Jenna felt comfortable. The only downside was the few people in that third grouping who decided that her wardrobe choice was a negative. A few older folks shouting at her to get dressed. A random folk or two calling her a slut as they passed.

There was a visit from a city patrolman who had gotten a call. Jenna’s father had intervened on that one. The incident ended with a verbal warning and a happy smile from the officer as Jenna waved at him while he drove off.

The did get a visit from the HOA President, who had also gotten a call, potentially from the same caller… He said he didn’t believe what he heard and had to come check it out. Jenna thought he probably believed it, but wasn’t going to pass up the chance to see a naked teenaged girl. At the point of his visit, she was nearly finished and would be going inside in a few minutes. He left satisfied with that…but he left slowly and his camera was in his hand.

Jenna’s second outdoor task, was a backyard task with a lot less gawkers. Her mother had grown up a clothesline user and had tried to instill those benefits to her young daughter. Jenna was less enthusiastic about this one, but she did her part. Taking laundry fresh from the washing machine out the back door, she hung the wet clothes upon it.

No one but the left side neighbor seemed to notice the actions of the nude girl in her backyard, but that was enough for Jenna. She sensed the stares from his window. At first it felt very creepy to her. It had her nerves tingling in a careful way… but after the first few minutes, those senses started to change to a feeling of harmlessness. She like her neighbor, Mr. Birch. He was a man in his 70s whose wife had died of cancer about 4 years ago. He was fairly healthy and had a family that loved and took care of him. Jenna had been over many times to do chores for him throughout the last few years. He was truly nice and harmless. …but in her state of dress, it just took a few minutes to process that. …Once she internalized that he wasn’t a threat, she started to be a little more open in her actions. You might say she put on a show for her voyeur…and Jenna would not disagree.

She danced indoors at the conclusion of her task to find that her mother had been watching from the kitchen. Jenna was slightly embarrassed by that, but the two ended up in smiles and laughs.

The day had clearly gotten away from Jenna and it was mid-afternoon. She grabbed a quick shower and spent some time alone in her bedroom. Jenna realized with her mind on her state of dress she hadn’t even thought about her phone all day. Without pockets, it never even left her bedroom in the morning. She glanced at it now and saw 4 missed phone calls from Jacob. So, she called him back.

The basics of the conversation were that Lauren was still very upset about the whole thing. The sim card made her think that he had little to do with what Jenna had concocted, so Lauren did NOT break up with him. Her parents were furious over the whole thing, and had pulled her from Cheerleading so fast that Lauren wasn’t even at the game last night. Jacob doubted they’d see her in school for a while, but did note that they were behind the movement that forced McGuffin to resign.

Jacob also told Jenna there were a good deal of parents who were using the event to try to get the fundraiser cancelled, thinking it had come from McGuffin…but he didn’t know much more about that. His parents had been talking to a lot of people, since they were the head of the PTA, but they weren’t talking to him. He was just hearing some of the louder calls through the walls.

Jenna listened for the most part and let Jacob talk. She did tell him about her “training,” which he thought was pretty hot. He admitted he already heard and sent her a text message with one of the gardening photos he’d seen from a buddy online. The pictures from the fundraiser site, the ones kids had gotten of Jenna during Lauren’s torment and now the gardening pictures were all making Jenna pretty popular search online. The conversation ended pleasantly, with Jacob admitting he was probably going to masturbate to some of her pics. That excited Jenna a little.

She had to be honest, since dinner last night, thoughts about the sexual nature of being naked were less prevalent. It’s true you can’t really separate sexuality and nudity, but Jenna’s concentration on simply being nude and not being sexual had reconceptualized any tingly and erotic feelings she had. Yes, her nipples had gone hard several times, but none of those times were because she felt she was horny. She had definitely felt moments of wetness in her pussy, but none of them were because she felt the need to fuck. All of those times were excitement over being seen… but Jacob’s final moments on the phone brought home the point that while it was about exhibiting herself to Jenna, to those around her it was about sex with her and the possibilities of what they could do or might do to her young and unclothed body.

…and here, alone in her bedroom, with Jacob’s voice in her head confirming and affirming she was hot and desire-able and definitely made his cock hard… her hands found their way all over her body, rubbing gently, caressing her skin…touching all of her secret places that had stopped being secret to those around her…

She decided to send Jacob a gift. Standing in front of her mirror, she took a selfie just for him. Legs spread…with fingers in her pussy. It was a somewhat awkward photo to take, with a little more blur than she wanted, but it was obviously her and all the important parts were visible. She set up the text and hovered over the send button for just a moment contemplating if she really should…and then she did.

“Jake, this is for your eyes only. Delete when you’ve finished. PLEASE!”

It wasn’t two minutes later when she got the response from Jacob. “Thank You. Deleted.”

It wasn’t too long after that she herself had come to a completion.

As she rested, she looked at the photo she had taken…and scrolled back through the photos from Friday. Jenna found it hard to fathom that those were the same girl. One angry at being naked and another willfully showing off her naked body. Control was the difference. Today she was in control…. Mostly.

Mrs. Jenkins hollered up to her daughter, breaking the young girl’s thoughts. “Jenna, the Anderson’s will be here soon.”

Jenna smiled and exhaled a sigh of relief, then she headed to the bathroom for another quick shower. She didn’t need the company she was about to be seen naked by or her parents knowing about her extra-curricular activities.

The Nude Fundraiser: Part 18- The Company

When the Anderson’s Arrived on Saturday night, Mrs. Jenkins had encouraged Jenna to stay out of the room for a few minutes and let them explain it their guests. Then, after the explanation, she’d call Jenna to come into the room. The plan sounded good to Jenna, she figured that wouldn’t shock anyone too bad and it would give her time to gather courage.

Once again, Jenna was faced with a new experience along this journey. She would be exposing herself to people she knew, people who had known her since she was a small child, people who weren’t her peers or teachers, just friends…

No. Saying the Andersons were just friends was a misnomer. They were truly extended family. Neither of her parents had siblings, so they were and had been Aunt Beth and Uncle Jim for as long as Jenna knew them. They had been to Christmas with them more than once and had even vacationed together a few times.

These were not just friends and they were about to see Jenna naked in a social setting for the first time. This was going to be different. It was going to be difficult because it was like she was telling her parents all over again. What if they didn’t support this decision? What if they didn’t get it or approve of it? This could be a relationship altering event. …and Jenna was worried, but she finally understood that to be different from nervous. She was finally getting that some of what she was feeling was not connected to her and her state of undress, but more how that interacted with the people around her.

Like earlier in the day, she really had no problem with going outside naked. That was okay for her, but how would people react to that? At what point would it become embarrassing for her?

Her “nerves” only took over when the cop showed up…when the HOA President was there.

All the negative reactions of the people walking by weren’t a problem, there were no consequences. At that moment, she’d been seen. She could be seen by anyone now the opinions of random strangers didn’t mean much overall.

…but these people were family and there were stakes to her exploding into the room tits, ass and pussy out.

When the doorbell rang, Jenna’s heart was racing. Upstairs in her room, she could hear them come in. The muffled conversations below. Nothing sounded out of the ordinary. …but until she was called down, Jenna knew she wouldn’t have an answer.

Then, at just under 5 minutes from when they arrived, Jenna’s mother called her to join them downstairs. She rose from the bed where she had been sitting, took a look in the mirror to make sure everything was still good. The mirror, where she had taken such a naughty selfie and sent to Jacob earlier, was a place where Jenna had started to become accustomed to seeing her own naked body. That was a strange turn of events for her, but she smiled and strolled out of the room.

Her feet walked purposefully and well-paced down the carpeted hallway to the steps, where she glided down the stairs. Each step made her tingle with worry and spark with the kind of nervousness of the unknown that Jenna was starting to understand fully. Each movement bringing her closer to the room where she would be fully revealed to Aunt Beth and Uncle Jim.

…and then she was there. Naked. Completely. In front of these two people who had known her forever, and her parents who had known her longer.

As Jenna entered the room, there was applause. The Anderson’s started it and her parents joined in. It made her blush. Her first thoughts made her recoil a smidgeon, but then she embraced it. For an actress and dancer like her, this was somehow the most appropriate response.

When it subsided after a moment, the two pulled her in and hugged her. Beth Anderson was overbrimming with pride, telling Jenna how brave she was and how strong she was going to have to be. Jim was also bubbling with pride and echoing his wife’s thoughts. Adding that Jenna had become such a beautiful young woman and her parents should be proud as well.

They asked Jenna to step back so they could get a good look at her, which she found strange since they had just spent a moment looking at her and clapping.

Aunt Beth mentioned the freckles first, which always gave Jenna a warm feeling. Uncle Jim fixated on her legs, which was also a point of pride for a dancer like Jenna.

There was nothing but joy in the room. Jenna’s own parents stood to the side and smiled with happiness, love and support.

After a few moments the conversation turned towards the Fundraiser itself, the show that they were hoping to do, Jenna’s colleges and the future. By the time dinner was served, the conversation wasn’t about Jenna anymore. It was sports and work and hobbies. Barely any of them mentioned that Jenna was naked. She, herself, was barely paying much attention to it. The plan her parents had hatched to help her was definitely helping.

Apart from Uncle Jim getting a little frisky at the end of the night and squeezing her ass during the goodbye hug, everything was as it should have been. Even that Jenna didn’t mind as much as she probably should have. It could have been worse. He had been drinking some wine during the evening, so it was probably nothing. Uncle Jim had been admonished by the other adults, of course, and Aunt Beth, his wife, was likely to scold him more in the car… but in the end, it was a harmless moment.

As Jenna settled down for bed shortly after the family was alone, she was smiling from a good day that had made her happy. A quiet day that, while filled with many different emotions, didn’t drain her emotionally like the previous day.

Jenna snuggled her naked body in her blankets and pondered the past two days…and she looked towards tomorrow. Her father always had a few of his friends over to watch football. She usually wasn’t there in the room with them the whole time, but part of the time. Could she do that with a bunch of excited men and be comfortable as she was tonight with family and close friends?

Only time would tell…

The Nude Fundraiser: Part 19- The Gift

Waking up Sunday morning was about as enjoyable as waking up on Saturday morning for Jenna. She didn’t have anywhere to be right away, as her mom was still allowing her to be on “summer break” from church. Jenna was okay with that, she’s not sure the congregation was prepared for a naked girl in Church. There might have been an uptick in heart attacks if she did.

Different than Saturday, dad was the one who was out shopping when she got up. Her mom was doing some cooking for the game and gladly made Jenna some bacon and eggs for her breakfast.

As she waited for her food, Jenna popped over to the Fundraiser website and checked her email to see if there had been any changes. The website was still there, which she took as a good sign. There was an email however and Jenna became concerned…

“Dear Students, Staff, Faculty and Parents;

We have looked into the matter of the proposed “Nude Fundraiser.” It was not started or developed under the power of Mr. McGuffin, the former principal of Kentucky Central High School. The concept was brought to the former principal and the school board by Mr. Elba, the drama teacher. His background check and record show him to be an upstanding citizen and therefore believe this event was planned with the best of intentions.

The board has also done some fact checking and looked at fundraisers done by other organizations in this school and others. While this fundraiser is a step over a line that has not been crossed before specifically in this school, it has been nearly embraced by bikini carwashes, sexy calendars, and the ‘home chore-a-thon’ run by the ROTC in 2016- which was investigated for potential charges in solicitation and prostitution. Some colleges in West Virginia, Florida and Ohio have offered fundraisers akin to this one.

Another thing that has been discussed, this is a co-ed fundraiser and involves both boys and girls. It is therefore not targeting a specific gender.

Lastly, the students are not being forced to do this against their will. Only students with signed permission forms will be participating. They and their parents know what they are getting into.

The point being, we see no reason to stop this. The Fundraiser will go on as scheduled tomorrow. Your only recourse if you do not want to see the students naked for the majority of the day is to not participate in donating to the cause. If no money is donated, the kids will end up in their clothes by first period.

Having said that, we have asked the technologies class to update the website with better tracking for each individual student, so you as a parent can see how much your student is going to be wearing. At the behest of several community leaders, we will open the online donations at 7pm tonight.

We have also asked several Sexual Assault Counselors to be available for the students tomorrow and will treat any incidents with serious consequences.

We the board, look forward to a good fundraiser for the drama club. We have all decided to be at the school tomorrow for the students.”

And there it was. The fundraiser would happen. That was a jolt energy that Jenna definitely needed.

She talked excitedly with her mother while she ate. She discusses things she was excited to be doing in school while naked, like actually doing scenes in the drama class. She talked about things she really didn’t want to do while being naked, gym class was most likely going to be awkward. She brought up teachers she was worried would treat them different like Mr. Riley and Mr. Morris. Jenna mentioned teachers like Mrs. Apgar and the attendance Clerk Ms. Carol who had shown support and concern for the students.

Mrs. Jenkins was happy to see that Jenna was considering both the positive and the negative; that her daughter had sensed some red flags and knew who to watch out for. …like all mothers, she was curious about one little aspect… “So, are there any boys you are excited will get to see you naked?”

Jenna blushed. She thought about Ezra for a moment…and Mike and Dennis. None of them she was overly keen on seeing her completely naked, but all of them created some kind of flash of excitement she supposed. Ezra more than the others, if she were being entirely truthful. No words came out, Jenna just shook her somewhat flushed face in an affirmative manner.

Her mother pressed on… “any girls?”

Jenna’s eyes went wide and her embarrassment meter tripped further. She blurted out “OMG Mom!” …but in the laughter that followed she kind of settled on the answer in her head, yes.

Yes, there were girls she wanted to see her naked. She was hoping that Sarah would see her fully naked for the first time and that would give her courage. She was thinking about her friends Kenzie and Livie who had already seen her naked during a rather naughty game of truth or dare. Kenzie had been pretty complimentary of Jenna’s body, and her hands had been slightly more electric than Jenna had expected that night. In a way, she even wanted Lauren to see her in the nude, to see the power and agency she had over her own body. Jenna left the question virtually unanswered except for her initial blurt. …but her mom could see it in her eyes.

“So,” her mother ventured once more. “Are there any boys or girls you’re looking forward to seeing naked?” This ended with a full-on laugh from both.

As the laugh ended and a small bit of silence permitted Jenna to get her final bite of eggs onto her fork, she simply stated “yes.” And finished off her meal.

Jenna put her plate in the dishwasher at her mother’s request and then headed back upstairs. “I better get a little cleaned up before the guys come over.”

Mrs. Jenkins stopped her for a moment. “Honey,” she said to her daughter, “On my bed is a package for you. I got it yesterday. I don’t want you to use it all now, but if it will help, you can some of it.”

Jenna offered her thanks, gave her mother a hug, and headed upstairs to see what was in the package.

In her parent’s bedroom, Jenna easily found the gift. It was basket her mother had prepared with all kinds of beauty products for her skin, fresh razor and shaving supplies, a few bath bombs and some soothing bubble soap. Jenna was so happy at such a thoughtful and supportive gift from her mom, she turned to go downstairs and give her hug again…but when she turned her mom was already there.

“We have the bigger tub in our bathroom, honey. You can use that now if you’d like…and later tonight too, if you want.” Her mother offered.

Jenna enveloped her in a big warm and thankful hug. There were even tears. Today was turning out great.

Jenna took the basket and headed to her parent’s bathroom with the bigger tub. Since her outfit for the day was her skin, it was time to do the laundry.

As she lowered her body into the water a little while later, she was glad she had parents who supported this wild silly fundraiser. She thought for a few moments about Sarah and Carly…and some of the other theater girls. She hoped they had parents even half as supportive as hers.

Jenna’s thoughts changed slightly as she heard her dad downstairs and the doorbell rang with the first guest. She figured she could stay in the tub for a while, let a few more folks arrive before venturing downstairs into the crowd of men wearing nothing but a smile.

The Nude Fundraiser: Part 20- The Touchdown

When Jenna finally emerged from the tub and the bathroom, she went downstairs wrapped in the towels from the tub. She checked with her mom. Since they had discussed and planned her entrance with the Anderson’s the previous night, she wasn’t she if there was or should be a plan this afternoon. Her mother would also know the temperament of the guys there already. If it would be best that Jenna not even appear, that wouldn’t be out of the ordinary.

Her father had the guys over most weekends during the football season…and race season before that…and sometimes for basketball. Never for baseball or hockey. If Jenna was home, she usually came down and joined the group for a while, but not always. Sports really weren’t her thing, but she did like to hang around with her dad while enjoyed the games. It helped her bond with him.

She entered the kitchen where her mom was reading a magazine and surprised her. “Jenna, I haven’t seen you this covered since Friday!” she laughed.

“Who’s out there?” Jenna asked. “Besides dad.”

“Mark Whatley, Hank Turner, and Phil Flynn. The regulars.” Her mom answered.

Whatley was married to his second wife and had a two-year-old son at home. Hank had never married and was a confirmed old bachelor at this point. He’d had plenty of girlfriends over the years, but nothing lasting more than a month or three. Phillip Flynn was Mike’s father, so he lived very close. All 4 of the guys, including Mr. Jenkins had worked at the Wiesup Insurance Company. Her father and Phil were the only two who still worked there, but that’s how they all met.

“Do you think I should go out there?” Jenna inquired. “How have the games been going?”

“Well, mostly good yelling so far… but it’s up to you if you are going to out there.” Mrs. Jenkins stated. “You probably should, just for a few minutes… but be careful Hank’s single again. He might make a pass at you.” She continued with a wink.

Jenna’s sigh was loaded with mock disgust and the two shared a giggle.

“Did dad say anything to them?” Jenna asked as she peered into the room.

“May have, I don’t know,” was her mom’s answer and it didn’t really help.

“Okay.” Jenna said and she started walking into the living room where the game was playing and 4 older men were shouting, talking and drinking beer.

“Jenna,” Mrs. Jenkins called out… “Your towels?”

The younger Jenkins looked back with a grin. “They’ll come off in a minute. Don’t worry mom, I’ll get naked for them.”

Her mother watched her go, suddenly wondering if they’d created a monster. …but also wondering where her daughter got all this courage.

Jenna appeared wrapped in her towels, one on her body and one on her hair, at the doorway to the living room.

“Who’s winning?” She asked the assembled men. They all turned to see her…and she let the body towel drop.

All 4 men were staring right at her. As the ref’s whistles could be heard emanating from the television and the commentator shouted touch down.

The sounds from the television were barely enough to pull their attention back to the game, as Jenna moved into the room fully, removing the towel from her hair and tossing her body on an open part of the couch. They still hadn’t answered her question.

“I was wondering if you’d be joining us.” Her father stated, breaking the ice. “Phil, I’m sure you’ve heard about the fundraiser at the school. Have you two?”

The other men shook their heads to denote a negative response, so Jenna leaned up to explain. All 3 listened as she talked about it, and Mr. Jenkins jumped in at the end to illuminate the reason she was naked now.

“I think I need another beer,” claimed Hank as he walked out of the room towards the kitchen.

“So, before I came in there was a game on, I think?” Jenna giggled and spoke.

“Yes, yes,” said Phil as the three turned their attention from the beautiful naked teenager to the television.

George Jenkins’ view stayed on his daughter a little longer, and he gave her a supportive smile and approving wink, before returning his gaze to the television.

Jenna spent the better part of two hours in the room with the guys. Eating some chips and dip, shouting and pumping her arms in the air at the right times, she even made a big show about leaning forward on the couch with her legs spread for a while. She was playing a role once more. She was the football loving girlfriend. The men were eating it up. She didn’t know the stats so conversation was a bust, but she knew how to move…and they loved everything she did.

She noted they really watched her more than the game and realized this was probably most like how the boys were going to act tomorrow.

At about that two-hour mark, Jenna had her fill. She had gotten from the experience about everything she needed. She knew she could do it. She knew she could stay among them if she wanted. She knew which actions she took to garner the most attention. She had gotten good information from this crowd. She didn’t need to be here anymore.

Jenna walked into the kitchen with her mother and said she was going back upstairs to watch some television, but she stayed for a few more meatballs. It was just enough time for Hank to wander into the kitchen for another beer. As Mrs. Jenkins pulled one out of the fridge for him, he put his hand on Jenna’s back.

“You’re 18 now, right Jenna?” He asked.

“I am,” she said and pointedly continued with a strength that said no, “But I’m out of your league.”

Her mother handed him his beer and smiled at her daughter. Hank’s hand left her naked body and he retreated back into the living room.

“You handled that well, honey.” Jenna’s mom exclaimed.

“Thanks.” Jenna replied. “I’m really beginning to think I’m ready for tomorrow.”

“I think so too.”

Jenna smiled and started for the stairs, she stopped… “Mom,” she cast her eyes downward…looking nervous, “Mom, could you come tuck me in tonight?”

She looked at her daughter. Given everything over the last few days and all the future planning that had been going on throughout the summer. It had been easy to forget that she was still a girl and not a woman. She still needed or wanted certain things from her mother. Mrs. Jenkins hoped with all her heart that those wants and needs never left. “Certainly, my dear.”

“Thanks Mom. I love you.” And with that Jenna went up to her room, still naked; still happy; still her mommy’s girl.

The Nude Fundraiser: Part 21- The Donations Begin

Settled in her bedroom, since she was done being naked in front of the men watching football, Jenna decided to take another selfie. This one wasn’t meant for Jacob and her intention was not to make it naughty, just a simple nude…for Mike.

Jenna had started to feel a little guilty that Mike’s dad had seen her in the nude, but Mike hadn’t. It wasn’t really a crime and Mike hadn’t…well, apart from sitting with her as secret protection at the pep rally, Mike hadn’t done anything to earn anything special. Jenna decided that didn’t matter. He’d probably already looked at the website and seen the photos, it wouldn’t be anything new. …but she would make it for him, out of some strange feeling of penance.

She knew Mike had seen her dancing before, and not just in the shows. Because their fathers were friends, Mike had been to some of the ballet shows, not so much the recitals, but some of the shows. Jenna thought about that and decided to be a little cheeky. She pulled on a pair of her pointe shoes.

She tried a few moves and settled on a pose that would be very revealing, but difficult. She tossed her leg up and balanced it on the wall. She was en pointe on one foot, the other balanced against the wall, her legs spread in an obtuse angle. She thrust her arm out as far as it would go and she snapped a pic.

Jenna did this about 4 times to get the photo just right; no blur or movement. When she was satisfied, she sent it to Mike, “Just for you, because your father’s seen it. Please don’t share.”

And she thought for a second and sent another message, “You can share it with Dennis, but that’s it.” Jenna had realized she didn’t have Dennis’s number. Mike was probably going to share it with him anyway because of how close those two were, why put him in a position where he was going to break the rules?

Smiling at herself and this little exhibitionist that she thought she was becoming, she shed her pointe shoes and plopped down on her bed. Jenna ventured to the website for the fundraiser again. It was a little after 7pm now, and the ability for people to donate had begun. She was curious if there had been any activity already.

Of course, there had.

Jenna was surprised, but she really shouldn’t have been. At about 10 minutes past 7pm, the overall Fundraiser had already earned $3,470. That was big deal for such a short amount of time. She checked her individual profile and found her current level was $155. That guaranteed she’d be naked for the full day on Monday. She had to wonder why people kept donating to her after she’d hit the magic number. She checked on Carly and Sarah and Jacob and they were all over the $100 point. At least Jenna wouldn’t be alone. She kept checking friends and other kids and they were all over the magic number for nudity.

In the end only 40 kids had been listed participants…and every single one of them would spend the entire school day on Monday naked. …and that was all before 7:30, before the kids in school could donate. $7,000 when Jenna closed the website.

Its really going to happen, she thought. She had to admit it made her more excited than nervous now.

She wandered downstairs to tell her mom and get a drink… and when she got back to her room, she had two messages on her phone…

One from Mike, “You’re prettier naked than I ever imagined you. Thank You.”

And one from unknown number, “Those freckles are the bomb!” She assumed it was Dennis and made sure she saved his number.

At least she was a hit with the people she knew well. How her naked body would go over with others remained to be seen.

She started to worry a little about the Cheerleaders. Sure, she was no longer their primary target, but she had been their target. If Lauren had a chance to defend herself, Jenna may be their enemy again… She’d have to be vigilant for aggressive actions, but she wasn’t going to have to worry about whether they would expose her, her drama teacher had already assured that was happening.

Jenna looked at the time and figured she was still good to go, she made her way to her parent’s bedroom again and drew another bath. This time she was going to take the time to shave her pussy and really clean her skin, exfoliate and repair blemishes.

As the water was nearing the point where Jenna was going to get in, Mrs. Jenkins entered and offered to help, and Jenna accepted the offer.

She felt pampered and loved with each moment and task during the bath. Her mother was so gentle when it came to the shaving and Jenna felt that it was a cleaner and smoother shave than she would have done herself. The bath was so exquisite for Jenna, an almost out of body experience…

The two talked and laughed. They bonded deeper than they had in a long time. She even found herself talking about what happened with Max over the summer. …but Jenna stopped short of talking about Friday. There may be a time for that story, but it wasn’t today.

When the bath was finished, it was time for Jenna to go to bed. Her mother’s word was golden and she tucked her naked daughter into bed. She kissed her forward and wished her pleasant dreams.

…and Jenna’s dreams were pleasant. She was prepared and ready for tomorrow. There was no question it was going to happen. The only variables were the people…and people will always be the variable.

She drifted off with a smile on her face. The weekend had been good, her parents had been right and tomorrow Jenna would prove to the school that she was brave as well as talented, that she had the ability to make her dreams come true- even if the circumstances were bad. Monday would prove to her that she could be a success. …And then Tuesday, life would go back to normal.

But Monday would be special and she wasn’t going to have to wait much longer.

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The Nude Fundraiser: Part 22- The Morning Of...

Jenna woke up early Monday. She had intended to sleep in, but something had startled her awake and the excitement of the day kept her from falling back to sleep. Having had two baths the day before, she opted for a quick shower, and then spent some time rubbing lotion into her skin. It probably took a little longer than tugging on an outfit, but she didn’t mind at all. Somehow this act made her feel prettier, sexier than even her most risqué outfit.

She opted to skip breakfast for several different reasons, none of which her mother objected too. She did drink a cup of milk and most of a bottle of water before giving her body one more look see in the mirror.

Her mother also gave her a once over to make sure that everything was as it should be, and it was.

While she knew because of the donation level, that no clothes would be needed at school, Jenna’s mom encouraged her daughter to toss an outfit in her bag or her car just in case. Jenna agreed to that and chose something simple, leggings and a shirt.

She put on her pink pair of crocs to drive to school in. Sometimes Jenna thought having nothing on their feet was awkward and dangerous. At the very least allowing the students to wear flip flops or something like that for safety reasons felt like it might have been a good idea. …But the nude fundraiser required complete nudity.

Jenna grabbed her car keys and headed out to school a little early. She did think about riding the bus again, but she wanted to be fully in control today. The bus would have been a distraction.

Arriving at school, she sat in her car an extra minute or two. She hadn’t thought she’d need to summon the courage to go in, but now that the moment was here, she did. There was barely anyone there yet, a smattering of cars in the parking lot, a few early students milling about. The first of the buses had yet to arrive. This is what Jenna wanted. She was as ready as she was going to be and exited her car. She did leave her crocs on as she walked in, knowing she’d stash them at the appropriate time in her locker or cubby in the drama room.

As she walked across the parking lot, she could feel the eyes looking at her. There weren’t many, as she planned, but they were there and they were all looking. She felt nervous in a new way. But why? This is what she expected. She knew people would be looking. She was ready for this. She felt comfortable, but still the unknown and anonymous eyes that she felt looking at her. Some from inside the school, some from in cars, some from the sidewalks, and even some from now slowly moving passing cars were taking an interest in her every move.

She started walking a little faster, not meaning too, but she did. These first few moments weren’t going to set the tone for the day, that would come in homeroom, but Jenna still wished she was doing a little better with it.

Her hand finally reached the door of the school, and as she wrapped her fingers around it, she felt how cold it was. It sent a shiver through her naked body.

Her footfalls on the tile floor felt strange to her. She knew she was naked, her skin tingled at every sensation, the lights, the change in temperature and air flow as she walked by opened or closed classrooms, the sudden warmth as she walked by other students and people in the hallway…she knew she was naked and she stood tall, but her feet were betraying her. Perhaps wearing the shoes was a bad idea after all. It somehow changed the experience. While her mind knew she was naked, her body knew otherwise.

Jenna stopped and slid her shoes off. Without making a big deal of things and without checking her surroundings, she bent down to pick up her pink crocs. That’s when she heard the first camera.

Again…this is something she knew would happen. There was no doubt in her mind that it was going to happen, but now that it was all her resolve cracked at least slightly. She stopped feeling naked and started feeling exposed.

She turned towards the sound of the camera, and smiled at the student with his phone out. “You want a frontal shot?” Jenna asked.

“Ya…yes…” the student stammered.

Jenna had never seen this boy before. She may have seen him, but didn’t know him. Probably a freshman or a sophomore. She posed for two more photos, nothing untoward. Just standard posing. Once again, her ability to take her agency back made the photos feel less invasive.

She smiled at him as he thanked her. She took a mental picture of the tent in his pants and Jenna moved on towards the drama room.

She passed Alex in the hallway, another drama club student. He was dressed. …But she felt positive his picture had been on the website. “Waiting for your cue, Alex?” she asked.

“Yeah, I guess. Mom said to wait until the last minute.” He commented back to his naked peer.

“My mom told me to put on a show.” She said with a wink and a spin…before continuing on her way. She giggled to herself as she walked. Her mother hadn’t said anything of the sort, but it made Jenna feel good to say it.

In a way, Jenna was starting to feel that character she had started to visualize on Thursday creep in. Maybe, the actress in her needed to feel that character to make the day work? She hadn’t needed it all weekend, but now…the audience was bigger, the character needed to be bigger. It was all a way to deflect the nerves.

She entered the drama room. There were already several students inside, mostly still dressed. Jenna wasn’t, and their heads all turned to her.

She smiled at the smattering of applause. Setting down her bag, she took several exaggerated bows, changing direction with each one so that all the students got a look. She came up from her last bow to see Mr. Elba walking towards her…with Hank Turner.

The embarrassment and confusion rushed into Jenna’s face and body, she tried to cover up a little…

“Mr. Turner here is one of Sexual Abuse Counselors that are required to be here today.” Began the teacher, “I understand you know him.”

Jenna sheepishly admitted that she did.

“Good. I’m hoping you can make the other students feel more comfortable to talk to him if things get out of control today.” The director explained.

“I’m very eager to talk to any of the students who may need my special touch.” Hank Turner added.

Jenna’s face was that of a deer caught in the headlights. She had no idea that when he left Weisup Insurance he had gone into counseling. If her father knew, he’d never mentioned it. This was a truly awkward moment. Jenna wondered if he knew last night when she was there…when he was at her house, did he know then that he would be here? …She shook off the question as irrelevant. He’s here now and she wasn’t sure what to do with him.

“I’ll try.” She weakly answered and started to walk away.

Mr. Elba headed over to speak to a different student, while Mr. Turner tried to continue his conversation with Jenna.

“You know, I think today is going to be a lot of fun, but it needs to be safe too. I’m here to make people feel safe, Jenna.” He spoke as she walked away.

She turned and looked at him for a second, and then continued towards the stage itself. He certainly didn’t make her feel safe.

A small voice chirped Jenna’s name as she turned the corner onto the stage. It was Sarah. Jenna looked at her new friend, the blonde freshman with the pixie cut and the coin slot pussy. Sarah was barely dressed, just an electric bikini on her pale body and heels on her feet.

Jenna smiled at her. “Quite an outfit Sarah.”

“It comes off easy,” winked the younger girl.

“Prove it.” Jenna said and folded her arms to watch how the freshman responded.

Sarah didn’t bat an eye. One hand dropped the bottoms while the other worked on getting the top off. Within 30 seconds, Sarah was picking her bikini off the floor. Other students had seen and watched this. Sarah’s actions received applause. …and Jenna stepped in to hug the little naked girl.

“I’m so proud of you, Sarah.” Jenna stated brightly. “When I met you on Friday, I really wasn’t sure if you truly had this in you.”

“Thank You.” Said Sarah through some tiny tears.

“Let’s get your stuff in a cubby,” directed Jenna as she broke the hug and two walked towards the cubby wall.

Jacob entered the room at the other side while two girls slid their shoes and other items into their labelled spaces. He shouted to the class as he whipped off his shirt “Let’s get naked!”

His voice was loud enough to be heard in the hall where a crowd had started to gather to peer in. They cheered at his words. Some of the other students started to comply and began stripping, but not all.

Mr. Elba tried to get control of the room, Hank Turner standing by his side. “Kids, folks…” His arms raised to silence the room. “We have about 20 minutes before you have to go into your home room. You should start to undress now, if you haven’t already. Take your time and get comfortable. The dressing rooms and make-up are available for you if you need. Everyone should have a cubby. I’ll have some instructions, thoughts and information for the group in ten minutes. So…just be calm, get comfortable…and... Jacob… Please close that door!”

There was an audible groan from the kids outside the drama room as a now half-dressed Jacob closed the door.

Jenna still hadn’t fully processed how she was going to deal with Mr. Turner being there. She looked around at the kids, probably about 2/3 of the Drama Club was present. She was missing a few key people she had seen on the website last night. Carly was one of them.

Most of the kids from her drama classes were there. The freshman girl Cassie was missing and she didn’t see Garrett… but there were a lot of kids in the room already, maybe she was just missing them.

There was a flurry of activity in the room, as a few students were still arriving, and the ones already in the room were mostly undressing. A few holdouts still had their clothes on and Jenna was starting to circulate as President of the Drama Club to coax the students out of their clothes. This was never a role she thought she would be in, but it had to happen. She, more than most, knew that this fundraiser was the only way to do a musical this year. She had already seen the early numbers, last night, the donations already topping over $7000. This fundraiser was going to work…and that meant every student here needed to get naked.

Jacob started helping with the hold outs, much to Jenna’s relief and it seemed to be working. With less than 10 minutes to go, just one or two of the students were still dressed. Garrett and Carly had arrived. …and a new adult stepped in the room, a very severe looking woman whose face would never be convicted of looking like it experienced an ounce of joy.

Mr. Elba clapped his hands to get everyone’s attention. “Students…Students… This is the new Acting Principal Mrs. Ritaworth. I think she has something to say…”

“You’re damn right I do.” She shouted to the Drama director. “Look, kids. This is the stupidest most asinine fundraiser I’ve ever seen. I’d have stopped it in a heartbeat if they’d let me. But the school board, like this school, is made up of a bunch of filthy perverts who are looking to debase and defile the lot of you. You seem to be willing to let that happen…so I say ‘Fuck it.’ You’re going to get touched, photographed, called names, and lord knows what else today. You have two people you can blame for anything that happens. Your parents and your teacher Mr. Elba. So…keep that in mind, my door is closed to you today. CLOSED. Don’t bring your whiney complaints to me. Capiche?”

Jaws had dropped all over the room, even Mr. Elba was floored. There was an undercurrent of fear now…

“I’ll take your silence as understanding. Get your fucking clothes off and get to your home rooms. The Tardy system will still be in place.” The acting principal barked and exited the room, slamming the door as she went.

Jenna suddenly felt like a criminal in her own school. She hoped Mr. Elba’s words would make things better… but she’d lost fast in the man. She could hear tears from some of the students. All the confidence building she and Jacob had done was squashed. Even Sarah looked lost and confused.

There was work to be done to get things back on track…and very little time in which to do that work.

Finally got caught up on this! It's coming along great. The consistent theme of control and its effects on Jenna and the other students (positive and negative) have really made this story unique in a way. I imagine that will continue to flip flop for the entire group as the day plays out.

Also it's adorable that Jenna thinks her life will "go back to normal" on Tuesday.