Pantsing and Stripping Forums

Contents

Chapter 1 (below)
Chapter 2
Chapter 3


Synopsis: Once the idea takes root in her head, Callie decides to spend an entire day at her high school naked.

Themes: enf, exhibitionist, naked in school, Mf Note: this story contains explicit sexual depictions

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Author's Note: Copyright 2025 NeverDoubted. Please do not repost this story on other sites without permission (neverdoubted@protonmail.com). By accessing this story, the reader hereby certifies that he/she is of an appropriate age to access adult material and that such material is permitted in the locality or country where the reader resides. The following is a creative work of fiction, and the characters or incidents described do not resemble any persons or events in the real world.

I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing!
~ND
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Going to School Naked - Chapter 1

Callie paced in her room. Having woken unusually early, she had already taken her shower and fixed her hair. Still wrapped in her towel, she was now trying to figure out what to wear to school. Reaching the closet, she peered inside and huffed. It was nearly empty. Her usual outfits were in the dryer downstairs. The old reliable things she always wore to school. But when she walked over to the door leading to the hallway, she made another huff and turned her back on it.

Why did it have to be the old reliable things for her? Why couldn't she branch out and try something new for once? She had expressed her dissatisfaction with her best friend, Amy, last night.

"I don't have anything good to wear tomorrow," she complained, "it's just the same thing every day."

"When did you become a fashionista?" Amy teased. Their friendship was based on other shared interests - mostly academic. And they never talked about these sorts of things.

When Callie didn't answer, Amy suggested, "What about that beige dress? It's cute."

Callie blanched. She had thought that dress was cute when she bought it. But then she wore it for the first time and realized it was the exact same color as the walls at school. Now, whenever she wore it, it felt like she was wearing urban camouflage.

She had a big enough problem of people ignoring her in the halls. Treating her like she didn't exist. She didn't need the added humiliation of people bumping into her because they literally didn't see her.

"Guh! I hate that thing," she exclaimed, "sorry, but...I just can't wear that dress again."

Amy responded in a clumsy attempt to be encouraging. "Look, Callie, the people who care about that sort of thing are shallow. They're not worth your time." Trying to lighten the mood, she joked, "if you don't have anything to wear, you should just go to school naked."

After sarcastically thanking her Amy for her wonderfully helpful counsel, Callie had ended the call. But now, as she made repetitive trips back and forth between her closet and her bedroom door, the turmoil within her was manifesting as nervous energy.

This wasn't just about her wardrobe choices. It was...everything. It wasn't Amy's fault for being essentially the same girl today that she was when Callie first met her way back in middle school. Amy played the clarinet in the marching band, was head of the Teacher's Aide Club, always got straight A's.

When they first met, both girls had been awkward and mousy. Two forgettable seventh-grade geeks who always had their noses buried in books. But even now as juniors, Amy still wore her thick-rimmed glasses and cared little about her personal appearance. She seemed content to live out the rest of her high school experience, go to college to become an accountant or something equally as mind-numbing, and transition directly to middle age.

But Callie did not want to be the same girl she was in middle school. She wanted to change. She had changed.

Reaching her full-length mirror, she stopped and confronted herself. She was nearsighted. And without her glasses on, she had to squint to see clearly. But when she did, the first thing she noticed was her hair. She rarely wore it in anything except a ponytail or bun. But the young woman looking back at her had radiant, dark brown tresses. Somewhere along the way, they had developed the perfect amount of natural curl. And when she threw her head side to side, her locks bounced playfully about her shoulders - just like in the commercials!

Painting a huge, ditzy smile on her face, she adopted a perky pose. Amy always rolled her eyes at the boy-crazy cheerleaders who flitted around school without a substantial thought in their pretty little heads. Callie knew she was supposed to pity them too. But deep down, she envied them. Why did she and Amy have to be serious all the time when those girls seemed to be having so much more fun?

Peeling open her towel, she discarded it onto the floor and mimicked one of the cheers she had seen them perform. She didn't know the words. But it was still fun to go through the motions. Looking at her jiggling, naked reflection, she was pleased to see that her hair wasn't the only part of her that had developed an ability to bounce.

There was no sign of that stubby, slightly pudgy, middle-school body that she always hated. Her baby fat was gone. And in the intervening years, she had filled out in all the right places.

Recently, when her brother's friends were over, she had walked through the living room where they were hanging out. Afterward, she had overheard them talking about her.

"Dude, your sister is stacked!"

"Yeah, man, when did she turn into such a boner factory?"

At the time, Callie had no idea what it meant for a person to be "stacked" and had never even heard of a boner factory. But the boys' words sounded like compliments. Later, when she looked it up on her phone and learned that they had been talking about her chest, she was flattered and started paying closer attention to her body. And other than her eyesight, she had to admit that everywhere she looked, things were improving at a rapid pace.

Sucking in her breath to minimize her already trim tummy and maximize her stackedness, she marveled at her healthy, rounded breasts. Was it vanity to be proud of something she hadn't really done anything to earn? She didn't think about dieting and hated working out. Yet somehow, nature had still decided to turn her body into what boys considered a boner factory.

She should have been happy with the amazing genetic hand she had been dealt. But how could she when, by a cruel twist of fate, she didn't know how to play the game?

She was like an exotic sports car that stayed wrapped up in the garage all the time. It never got to feel the thrill of the open road or perform what it was built to do. She was sick of being responsible and sensible all the time. She just wanted to be stupid and have a little fun. Do whatever feels good. Go crazy for once and screw the consequences. But how?

you should go to school naked

go to school naked

naked

Just thinking about it sent a shock down her spine and made her whole body start to buzz. The path was so clear. Just leave her bedroom without bothering to get dressed, head down the stairs and walk right out the back door. The high school was a mere fifteen-minute walk. She would be there in no time. Ready to start school. Naked.

Her heart started pounding. The buzz she had felt all over her body at first began to coalesce around her specific spots. Between her legs. Within her chest. On her cheeks. In her nipples.

Feeling truly alive for the first time in her life, Callie opened her mouth and gasped. The room was spinning. Collapsing onto her bed, her hand shot straight to her pussy. A soft moan escaped her open mouth as she clamped her thighs tightly over her cupped hand and curled up into a ball. She had been masturbating more lately. Like, a lot more. Every day, in fact.

It started when she found herself so turned on at night that she couldn't fall asleep. And while it had worked for a while to take the edge off so she could settle down, she eventually turned to racy romance novels - putting herself in salacious fantasies to satiate her relentless libido.

Though she rarely masturbated in the mornings, because she was awake so early, she had enough time today to fit a session in before school. But her arousal was fleeting. Because though the thought of going to school naked had excited her, she would never really do it. She might as well be injecting herself into another of her romance books. What was the point of getting worked up over just another in a long line of unrealistic fantasies?

Callie took a deep breath and sat up. Then, as the thrill inside her began to fade and was replaced by a grey emptiness, she got mad.

Why? Why do other people get to experience life while you are stuck reading about it?

Balling up her fists, she stood up and marched straight to her door. As she twisted the lock to the open position, her heart started pounding again. She may not be able to go to school naked. But if she went downstairs with nothing on and retrieved her clothes from the laundry room, it would let her feel that thrill just a little while longer.

It was early enough that her brother and parents should still be asleep. So, her risk of being caught was extremely low. But even as she swung her door open and stepped into the hallway, her body reacted strongly to the sensation of being outside her room completely naked.

Suddenly lightheaded, she reached for the wall to keep from tipping over. Without her glasses, she couldn't see very well in the dark corridor. But as her other senses sprang to attention, for the first time in her life, she felt alive!

When she took a tentative step toward the stairs, her bare toes sank into the soft carpet and her mouth fell open. The tingling buzz within her body intensified as before - concentrating in her chest and between her legs. As she walked, the open air caressed the fine hairs all over her naked body and made them stand at attention.

By the time she reached the top of the stairs, her pussy was throbbing. Still using one hand to steady herself, she had to clamp her other hand over mouth to stifle a moan. She could hear the grandfather clock ticking in the living room downstairs. Though it was all the way across the house, each tick pounded in her sensitive ears.

For once, she was not hiding out in her bed fantasizing. She was actually doing something. For once, she was living it!

Gripping the banister in a tight fist, and with her other hand still clamped over her open mouth, the naked teen made her way down the open stairwell. Stepping onto the cold tile at the bottom jolted her sensibilities and allowed the preservation instincts that she had been suppressing all this time to finally break through with a warning.

This is crazy! What are you doing? Go back upstairs this instant and put something on before someone catches you!

These types of thoughts were the exact reasons why she never did anything fun or exciting. And Callie refused to give into them. How could she ever put her racecar back into the garage now that it had tasted true freedom?

Squeezing her thighs together, she forced herself to walk toward the laundry room. She wasn't about to turn back now. But just to calm the warning bells that were screaming inside her head, she let the analytical part of her brain chew on the problem.

What if someone catches you down here? What would you say?

Because she was usually so careful, her mother might grow suspicious that she would suddenly decide to do something so risky as walking around the house without any clothes on. But Callie felt like she could play it off as a careless mistake. She had just gotten out of the shower and was on her way to the laundry room to retrieve her clothes. She thought everyone would still be asleep and didn't bother to put on a robe.

It would still be embarrassing if her brother or dad saw her. But with a workable excuse in place, she felt better about it and could focus on the thrill of her nude trek through the house. Unfortunately for her libido, the trip didn't take very long. Before she knew it, she had passed through the kitchen and reached the mud room. The washer and dryer sat at the far end, right next to the back door.

The sun was minutes from rising. And as Callie squinted though the glass window at the shapeless grey expanse outside, Amy's words came to her once more.

you should go to school naked

If only it were that easy. There were a million reasons why she could never do it - her analytical side was quick to remind her. With a huff, she turned away from the outside world and faced the dryer. Something was still bothering her. It was the streakers.

Callie hadn't seen it, but Amy had been there to witness the whole thing and told her all about it. The band was just setting up in the practice field when three naked boys emerged from the side of the school. Everyone in the band started whooping and cheering as the boys streaked right past them and disappeared into the trees at the edge of the property.

The boys had worn bags over their heads to remain anonymous. But Amy said she could see everything else, including their penises! One of them had already been identified and there were very strong suspicions of who the other two were. That had happened just a couple weeks ago. And none of the boys involved got in trouble for it. As far as Callie could tell, the school was treating the incident as a harmless prank.

If others could streak at school and not get in trouble. Why wasn't she allowed to do something similar? How was her idea any different than a streak that lasts a whole day?

As the thrill inside her started to fade, her rational brain finally seized control and got her to swing the dryer door open. Streaking, bah! Stop entertaining these silly notions. She had had her fun, but now it was time to put the car back in the garage and be sensible.

But when Callie reached into the dark dryer and pulled out the first thing she touched, she gritted her teeth. It was her beige dress.

Her heart, the first thing to anticipate that she was about to do something reckless and crazy, doubled its pace. She just couldn't stand to go to school again and be invisible. Tossing the dress back into the dryer and slamming it shut, she turned to face the back door. She was really going to do it!

Her rational brain started screaming all the reasons why this was reckless and stupid and dangerous.

You're gonna get suspended! What about your backpack? What about your phone? What about your glasses, for goodness sake? Wait, you're not thinking this through!

But Callie was already swinging the back door open and stepping outside. The whole point was to just do what she wanted without thinking it through. For once in her life, she was going to do something crazy. She was going to school naked - consequences be damned!

Nice start. Many possibilities....
Is this one gonna be in your library to get votes?

Even if she's allowed to stay at school, she's not going to get much work done without her bag, surely?

jojo12026 wrote: Sun Mar 09, 2025 8:59 pm Nice start. Many possibilities....
Is this one gonna be in your library to get votes?

No need. It's a short story that shouldn't take long to complete. The sequel, however...

mikewozere wrote: Sun Mar 09, 2025 11:18 pm Even if she's allowed to stay at school, she's not going to get much work done without her bag, surely?

Don't worry. There are other ways to get an education that don't involve books

This roller coaster ride story has just reached the top and is about to plunge. Loops and figure eights ahead!

I like this, and I definitely look forward to more of this story. Can't wait to see the reactions of everyone: staff, students, people she passes by on the street, police officers, her parents, etc...

Callie had walked out her back door hundreds of times. But never like this.

"thisiscrazy-thisiscrazy-thisiscrazy," she whispered to herself as she left the safety of the carport and walked toward the street. With the light breeze tickling every inch of her trembling, naked body, every step out of her comfort zone caused another wave of arousal to crest over her.

When she reached the sidewalk, she staggered as the pulsing heat between her legs overwhelmed her. Her brain used the momentary disruption to scream at her about being outside without any clothes on and insist she turn back. But less than a minute into her naked trip and she was already addicted to the thrill. She was doing this. Her brain might as well get on board.

Turning to her right, she started walking down the sidewalk like she did every morning. How else was she going to get to school...naked. Just thinking about it made her shiver again. Every step was bringing her that much closer to her goal. Today would be a day she would never forget. Everyone would remember the day Callie Hennerson showed up to school naked!

The breaking dawn began adding colors to the grey blobs around her. Each house she passed seemed to have more lights on inside than the last. The world was waking up but was still oblivious to her nude march. Because she could only see the houses clearly by squinting, the world outside her immediate halo of arousal remained shapeless and undefined which only drew more of her attention to the throbbing sensation between her legs.

Though the sun wasn't fully up yet, it wasn't cold out. She didn't know why she was shivering uncontrollably. But she could guess.

She was offering up her naked body to the whole neighborhood. To many of her neighbors, she was still that girl who used to ride her pink Barbie bicycle up and down the street for hours, who loved to make lemonade stands but lost money every time because she gave too much away. The same girl who knew everyone's pet by name and had, at one point or another, tried to adopt every cat on the block.

Any second, one of those friendly neighbors could step outside or even just look out their window and see a whole new side of her. One glance, and they would know that little Callie Hennerson was not so little anymore. And in a flash, her growing body's every secret would belong to someone other than herself.

She had never been this vulnerable in her life. Never taken such a great personal risk. Never been this turned on!

Her insides were roiling, but her feet never wavered. They carried her effortlessly to the end of the block where she crossed the street. The terrain was still familiar to her here. But a couple more blocks and she would no longer be in her own neighborhood.

About halfway down the next block, she was forced to address the growing tightness in both her pussy and her nipples. Her sexual systems were coming online and getting her body ready to do something she usually only did in the privacy of her own bed. Lost in an erotic daze, she reached up and cradled one of her ripe breasts. Her nipple was full and stiff. And as soon as she squeezed it, her eyes rolled back, and she had to bite her lip to keep from moaning.

Responding to her body's eager encouragement, she was just about to lower her practiced hand between her legs and do something about the growing tightness down there, when a faint scraping sound pierced the silence.

Quickly releasing her breast, Callie fluttered her eyes open. The echoing sound was getting louder, but it took her a second to tell which direction it was coming from.

Her pulse quickening, she peered ahead in a desperate attempt to identify the potential danger. If only she had her glasses on. If only she weren't naked!

Finally, she spotted a khaki-colored blob making its way down the driveway a few houses ahead and placed the sound as someone rolling their trash to the curb! Without bothering to ask permission, her arms and hands moved into a protective posture - trying to cover up as much of her private parts as possible.

"Quick, hide! Run away before he sees you," her brain pleaded with her. Didn't she see how humiliating it would be if this stranger caught her walking past his house with no clothes on?

But Callie had no interest in listening to rational arguments. If she was going to get through a full day of school like this, she would have to get used to people seeing her naked eventually.

Fighting every rational instinct in her body, she did the exact opposite of what her brain wanted her to do. Dropping her hands to her sides, she pulled her shoulders back to emphasize her proud breasts. Though her legs felt like jelly, she then managed to resume walking on a direct intercept course.

The scraping sound stopped when the trashcan reached the street. But when the blob also stopped there, dead in its tracks, she guessed it had noticed her. As she approached, the blob coalesced into the shape of a middle-aged man. And when she got close enough, she could see him staring at her with his mouth hanging open.

"g-g-g-gdddmorning," she offered, putting on the biggest, most carefree smile she could summon. It would have been easier if her stomach would stop doing flip-flops and her heart would beat normally.

"I...I...you," the man stuttered. "W-w-what are you doing?!"

"I'm just on my way to school," she tried to reply with a perky voice, conveniently failing to explain why she would be doing it without anything on. Her cheeks grew red as she regretted having stopped to answer him at all. She would have been more embarrassed about her cheeks, but the man was too busy looking at other things to notice them.

Too shy to continue talking but rooted to the spot and unsure how she was supposed to get a signal to her wobbly legs to resume walking, she felt her smile falter.

But though her mouth remained shut, her body carried on an entire conversation with the man against her wishes. Every time he looked at another part, it was like her laid bare body couldn't blab out all her most intimate secrets fast enough.

Calliope Anne Hennerson. Sixteen years old. Sophomore. One hundred and eighteen pounds. Five feet, five inches barefoot in case you're wondering. But of course I'm barefoot. I'm naked! No body piercings. I always thought my belly button - I'm obviously an innie, as you can plainly see - would look even cuter with a little diamond in the middle. But my dad says I'm not allowed to get those types of piercings until I'm older.

That scar on my thigh? I got into a bike wreck when I was nine and flipped over the handlebars. They had to cut off my pants at the doctor's office to get to it because of all the blood. I got four stitches and had to go home in just my panties and a shirt. It was so embarrassing! At least I won't have to worry about anyone seeing my panties at school today. Because I'm obviously not wearing any!

What else? Well, I have brown eyes, black hair, pink nipples, black pubes. No, I haven't trimmed them since last summer. I don't usually think about it unless I'm wearing a swimsuit, but now that you mention it, I do wish it grew a little thicker.

My chest? Let's see...do you see this one spot here where my right breast meets my ribs and starts to curve out? It's super sensitive. My uncle found it one time when he was tickling me. He used to do that all the time when I was younger. Once I started wearing bra's, I thought it would give me some extra padding. It helped a little. But you wouldn't believe how persistent he can be!

My bra s-s-size? Well, I know I'm not wearing one, but I've had B-cups for the past year. Although...recently, it's been sooo uncomfortable and it feels like I'm always tugging at it. I don't like doing that at school because whenever I graze that spot, I get goosebumps and my nipples start to tingle. At least I won't have to worry about adjusting my bra today since I'm topless.

Anyway, there's no point in trying to hide that I'm a C-cup now. Thirty-one C, to be exact, I don't know why I'm giving you all this information, heh...what's that? How much do they weigh? Oh my gosh, I have no idea! Ummmmmm, how do you even weigh something like that? Wait, forget I just asked that!

What's that? Oh yes, they're tingling like crazy right now. How could you tell? No, they aren't always this hard. They just get this way when I'm really turned on. Yes, I am a virgin. How did you know?

Callie gasped as a jolt of pleasure caused the restless muscles of her pussy to contract. As if the conversation playing out in her head while giving a strange man an all-inclusive tour of her naked body wasn't surreal enough, now she had to contend with her bare pussy flexing against her will to show off its functional capabilities.

She had assumed her body's sexual response would be limited without direct physical stimulation. That's how it had always been before. But when another surge washed over her and she felt a sensation like an invisible hand was clamping over her pussy, her eyes bulged. Unless she was mistaken, she was about to show her new friend what her orgasms looked like!

Mercifully, a saving signal got through her glitching nervous system and Callie lurched forward. Still mad at her legs but relieved that they had started working again, she darted past him. Calling back, she said, "I gotta go. Don't want to be late for class!"

The man never answered. But a few seconds later, she heard a shutter click and looked back. He was holding his phone and pointing it at her!

"Oh God, please not yet," she prayed, as another wall of arousal nearly knocked her over. Silently begging her body not to have an orgasm while this random man was recording her, she squeezed her thighs together and waddled away down the sidewalk.

She scanned desperately for somewhere to flee. But her watering eyes made the already blurry environment around her even more foreign and indistinguishable. Squeezing her legs together wasn't going to cut it. She needed privacy - now!

Dizzy with arousal, she resorted to nearly jogging even though she knew her naked ass was putting on a jiggling show for her appreciative new acquaintance. The only sure escape from this amateur photographer's lens was at the end of the interminably long privacy fence to her right.

With a high-pitched whine, Callie finally reached the end of the block and rounded the corner. Her fluttering pussy was spasming around nothing and a bead of lubricant was running down the inside of her thigh. Out of breath and barely out of sight, she instantly reached down to attend to her throbbing clitoris.

Unable to think clearly, she also scrambled for the collar of her shirt. She had this bad habit of chewing on her collar whenever she was nervous. She didn't know why but giving her mouth something do to tended to produce a soothing effect. It would also serve to stifle the orgasmic moan that was about to come out of her.

But when she only felt her bare collarbone, she looked down in surprise. She had forgotten that she wasn't wearing a shirt - or anything else, for that matter. She was outside...completely naked...and masturbating!

"HnnnnnnggOOOOOODDDDD," she gasped, as her legs started to buckle. Her panting lungs sucked in a preparatory gasp of air, then let it out in a long, unintentionally load moan. Clamping her hand over her mouth, she stumbled off the sidewalk and collapsed onto the softer ground. The cold grass, wet with dew, shocked her overheated loins. But nothing could disrupt her now or stop her from urgently stroking her needy pussy to completion. With one hand buried between her splayed legs and the other stifling the unmistakable sound of a virgin in heat, within seconds her body rewarded her with a massive shuddering orgasm.

When it was over, Callie looked down in awe at her heaving chest. Her breasts were gleaming with a sheen of sweat, and the shorter strands of her hair were stuck to her temples. It's not often that a girl discovers something she didn't know about her body.

Her sensible side used the lull to regain a foothold in her decision-making centers and advocate for sobriety.

Ok, I admit, that was...AMAZING! But you've had your fun and now it's time to get real. If you take the alley, you can still make it back home and get dressed for school before anyone else sees you like this.

Callie stood up and wiped the grass off her legs...and immediately resumed walking in the direction of the school. She had spent her whole life listening to her sensible side. In five minutes of ignoring it, she had experienced something so earth-shattering that it made her reconsider her whole existence.

She was done listening to her old self. Even it meant sacrificing her dignity, her standing among her peers and teachers, her reputation...her virginity. She was now a slave to her most basic sexual urges and would only obey them, whatever the cost. She only had one objective for the rest of the day. If she could experience another mind-blowing orgasm, it would all be worth it.

Can't wait to see what her peers make of her dare

mikewozere wrote: Thu Mar 13, 2025 10:50 pm Can't wait to see what her peers make of her dare

I think you might have this confused with a different story