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A Thornwood Story - Kleinfelter's Way
by Axel_Qwerty

Kleinfelter's Way 1

THORNWOOD HIGH SCHOOL, 2012

In the school's lobby, a row of trophy cabinets showed off the accomplishments of past and present students. The largest and most full of trophies was the school band's cabinet, and a row of photographs lined the back of it. Each photo depicted a pretty young woman in her late teens, sometimes on her own, sometimes in front of the band, sometimes posed, sometimes candid. The photography students took the photos, and always tried to distinguish their work from the others, and the majorettes themselves were similarly driven to be distinguished from their predecessors. It created an effect of an eclectic variety that was still a coherent whole, and many visitors to the school, and sometimes students themselves, stopped to admire it.

Of course they also chose to admire the girls in the pictures, whose fit bodies over the years were more and more shown off by the decreasing coverage of the uniform. In 1995, the majorette uniform was a skirt, a belly shirt, and go-go boots. By 2002, the shirt became a bikini top, in 2007 the skirt was replaced by a bikini bottom and the boots with light shoes. The bottom shrunk and by 2009, it was a microkini thong that necessitated a full shave, and the triangular fabric of the top covered only the chocolate-brown nipples of the wearer. The top became a pair of independent circlets in 2010. In 2011 the top was replaced with green string around the nipples, the bottom lost any hint at sides or back, footwear of any kind was gone, and only another green string was just visible between the majorette's bare labial lips. As had happened a few times the majorette was the same for both years, a lithe red-headed girl with light freckles, and in 2011 she was depicted leaping high into the air, about to fall into the arms of members of the band. All are smiling and laughing, and a young black man seems to have a particularly broad smile and it is he who will catch her weight a moment after.

The cabinet was open, and in her hands the school's fashion teacher, Ms Evangeline Kleinfelter, had the latest photograph, back from the framer. The photograph showed a girl holding a bronze trophy cup (now in the cabinet) in front of her by the cup's handles, and it was impossible to see whether any clothing was worn by the girl at all. Her breasts were pert and bare, nipples proudly erect, her hips either side of the trophy base were bare, her feet were bare, and she was smiling broadly. Slender, lithely muscled and tall, she had the look that would grace magazine covers and indeed this photo and another from the back had been the front and back covers of the last school magazine for the year.

Ms Kleinfelter smiled and her finger tenderly touched the photo's face. Tiffany had done so well, overcoming her shyness and insecurities to show off her gymnastic skills and sweep through the intra-state competition to third place among the forty schools competing. The previous majorette's back-to-back first places had set the bar so high that other schools (apparently backed by significant sums of donor money from mysterious bystanders) had stepped up, and Kleinfelter herself had been asked to design the uniforms for several competing schools. She had refused due to conflict of interest, but had been willing to advise and support the schools' own fashion designers, and she had been very pleased to note that Tiffany's were far from the only visible nipples at the competition. Three of the top ten competitors had worn designs that were fully backless from head to bare feet as well, and it was clear from the fluid and agile movements of those girls that the designs were very freeing for them.

Ms Kleinfelter had a very unusual (some had said, outright insane) view of fashion and its role in society, and after ten years of working in design and twenty years of teaching, it was very validating to her to see other designers coming around to her opinion. A few of these were graduates of Thornwood, or former employees of her fashion house, but the majority were not.

She hung the framed picture in its spot and closed the cabinet. Fashion was an advanced class that only seniors could opt for, and she had very small class sizes, but she put plenty of time into her curriculum and this was why she was here on the weekend, the last weekend before the semester began. Other than Ms Kleinfelter, only a few of the other more dedicated (or more last-minute-oriented) teachers, and some students and teachers involved in sporting activities, were here.

In her room on her desk sat a Pinnacle, a rod-and-cup device that was the new official uniform of the girls' swimming team. Although she had not personally designed it, Ms Kleinfelter thought it was excellent. She was appreciative of its elegance, and the clever way in which it solved the problem of anchoring a backless, sideless swim bottom. She noticed also the way that the girls' eyes were drawn to it, standing upright on her desk. Its mere presence in the room seemed to have an effect on the audacity, for want of a better word, of the girls' designs, and their willingness to encourage each other to cut away unnecessary fabric, and substitute alternative materials. None of last year's class were members of the swim team themselves, so had had no real opportunity to wear it, an oversight she intended to remedy this year when her ordered box of the things arrived.

Sitting at her desk, Ms Kleinfelter reviewed the semester plan. A very generous donation from the Bystech Foundation allowed for a variety of field trips, for the purchase of material and equipment, for the visits of some artists and designers, and for the presentation of a fashion show. Scheduling these in would be an exercise in juggling the girls' expectations. They should not be overwhelmed and allowed to grow bored, however they should equally not be deprived of excitement. Ms Kleinfelter was faced with the bizarre problem, for a teacher, of having far more money than she technically could use. Some of the money would be put towards the rest of the student body. Finding willing models had always been a challenge in the past, as so many of the girls had body image issues and suffered terribly from unnecessary shame, and spending the money on pampering and paying them would be a good solution. A thousand dollar modelling fee would make a big difference to many of these girls, and the idea that people were prepared to pay such a sum merely to have them dress just a little less modestly than normal would be good for young women to know.


Kleinfelter's Way 2

THE FIRST LESSON

Outside the classroom, four girls sat waiting for Ms Kleinfelter. Mikke Neilsen clutched her portfolio with excitement. Ever since her first year at Thornwood she had admired the daring and aesthetic grace of the school's fashion teacher's designs, and now in her senior year, Mikke had an opportunity to study directly with Ms Kleinfelter herself! Mikke had a strong interest in jewellery as a medium in preference to cloth, and was having success with an Etsy store of her own. Ms Kleinfelter had approved Mikke without the usual interview, based solely on the obvious talent of her work, and Mikke was alternately panicking and gleeful at the prospect of actually *speaking* to the legendary designer. Her knees shook and her feet tapped the tiled floor.

Kathy Luddeck, sitting next to Mikke, looked irritated by the shaking. She had met Ms Kleinfelter, and was not so impressed. Kathy's particular talents were more inclined towards drawing and painting, and her presence in the fashion design class was, in her eyes, more about filling her schedule with art-related activity than about pursuing any interest in fashion as a career. Ms Kleinfelter had other plans for Kathy. Any good fashion house needs a talented body painter, and Kathy's habit of doodling fake tattoos and similar art all over herself, generally in a gothic style, had been brought to Ms Kleinfelter's attention quite accidentally, during a staffroom gossip session. She had overheard a discussion about it, in the context of whether detention was warranted, and asked to see the girl. After that interview, Kathy had a note giving her provisional permission to draw and paint whatever she liked onto herself or any other willing person, and a golden ticket invitation (surprisingly to Kathy, greatly envied) to the fashion design class.

Body paint counted as clothing, for school dress code purposes. The school dress code had been a thorn in Ms Kleinfelter's side from day one of her employment. It irritated her immensely that cardigan-wearing men and women would somehow get the idea in their heads that they knew better than the students, and even worse, better than Ms Kleinfelter herself, about what was desirable to wear and what was not. For the last ten years she had lobbied hard to get control of the dress code. For the last five, some of the board had been much more supportive.

Finally, after an incident involving poor Brigid the red-headed majorette and a truly awful (and blatantly unnecessary) tent-like “modesty cover”, the school board had agreed to let Ms Kleinfelter rewrite the dress code. She had done so, reducing it to three words, “wear something nice”, and that had gone surprisingly well. Three girls and one boy dressed to the minimum that the dress code allowed had accompanied her, and once their outfits had been pointed out on their bodies to the board members, the board had all agreed that it was simply impossible to justify a negative view. Those who argued that small items of jewelry or spots of glitter did not count as “wearing something”, even though “nice” was not in question, were voted down.

The board did however refuse to publicize the dress code or notify the student body of any changes. Students could discover it for themselves by infraction, the conservative element insisted, especially about what was and wasn't “nice”. Ms Kleinfelter's argument that anything not “nice” was obvious, and the equally-obvious remedy – just take the items of clothing away from the offending student and get rid of it – fell on deaf ears. The school would not, at this time, take an opinion on what was “nice”. Ms Kleinfelter and her fashion class would have to lead by example. If she didn't want students coming to school in ratty T-shirts, Tap Out or Crocs gear, sweat pants and flip-flops, stained bras and granny panties, she would have to write a longer dress code. She sighed and let it go, took her four well-dressed students out to celebrate, paid them their modelling fees, and they all agreed with her that she had won.

Ms Kleinfelter had spotted two of her models on the way to class and had been disappointed to see that neither had taken advantage of the more lenient dress code today. Both girls wore pretty much what they always did – gym shoes, jeans, and sleeveless tops that showed a mere inch or so of midriff. They returned her waves but blushed and avoided her eyes.

Hardly anyone in the whole school showed any skin to speak of. A few of the girls wore what could be called short shorts, although Ms Kleinfelter shook her head at how far from truly short they were. She spotted quite a few bare feet, shoes having been taken out of the dress code three years ago. Very healthy in summer. There was a girl with a quite nice open-fronted vest, revealing the inner curves of two lovely breasts, however it seemed that this was unintentional as she caught Ms Kleinfelter's nod of approval and immediately closed the buttons. Magnets? Hmm, interesting. The only visible nipples belonged to one boy, and even he expected her to remonstrate with him; the first thing he said when she approached him was that he had brought a shirt and it was in his locker. “Leave it there,” she said, patting his shoulder approvingly.


Kleinfelter's Way 3

She was made a *lot* happier to see Faith Crowne. The girl was one of the school's most notorious hippies, and Ms Kleinfelter had taken notice of her well-developed style over the years. Faith would wear tie-dyed gowns, open-toed sandals, sometimes Daisy Duke shorts and T-shirts with ganja symbols, she wore natural wood jewelry, she had experimented with tying her blonde hair in cornrows, and so on. She was both inventive, *and* consistent.

She was also highly intelligent, and had done her own research on Ms Kleinfelter. Her intentions for this class were clear– get a high distinction and bring up her GPA. She had looked into Ms Kleinfelter's career, her influence on the industry, her daughter's career, her particular activities in the school and especially the development of the majorette costume. As far as Faith could tell, Ms Kleinfelter's approach to fashion was to minimize it. She was an “invisibilist”, like those “sculptors” who presented empty plinths, or “painters” who produced blank canvasses.

Show skin, get marks, Faith thought. This should be easy. Faith's outfit for today would have stretched the limit of the previous dress code. She was technically barefoot, her long lean legs fully exposed down to a couple of anklet strings that went to her toes like the straps of a flip-flop – these were ideal for wearing out in public places where shoes were required, as they appeared to be shoes to a casual glance. She wore light green “boy shorts” panties, skin tight and showing a camel toe. The top of these shorts came to exactly halfway across the cleft of her buttocks on the back, and just the tiniest bit above her vulva at the front, showing her pubic mound off to be nicely clean-shaven. For a top, Faith wore a wooden, woven, interlocking bead chestplate, or perhaps set of necklaces, that covered her firm young breasts from the left side of the left nipple to the right side of the right nipple, and no further. Her hair was tied down the back into a loose ponytail, between her shoulder blades. She looked gorgeous, and Ms Kleinfelter was extremely impressed.

“What a lovely top, Faith,” she said. “Did you make it yourself?” This was exactly the reaction Faith had hoped for. Demurely, she unclasped it from behind her neck and handed it to Ms Kleinfelter. Her nipples crinkled and she made no move at all to hide her breasts. Faith was relatively comfortable with nudity, it was normal for her to be nude at home and it was a common enough thing at the music festivals she enjoyed, but she had never been an outright exhibitionist. Today's outfit was by far the furthest she'd gone with clothing in a public place, and her mother—herself an adoptee of the hippy style—had expressed some concerns about it when dropping her off this morning. Faith had been pleasantly surprised to not get any trouble from teachers in the morning over it.

Krystal Chang, on the other hand, disapproved. She had transferred this semester to Thornwood, and having been as much a fashion major as high school allowed, she had of course signed herself up for Ms Kleinfelter's elective class. This, a nearly-naked hippy girl, an amateur jeweler, and a heavily tattooed (or painted?) goth type, was not what she expected at all. She clutched her portfolio, full of drawings of skirts and gowns and shirts and shoes, and wondered what she was in store for. Slightly pudgy, Krystal herself was not an exemplar of fashion: she wore a T-shirt, jeans, and sandals, all straight off the Target rack, as would be expected for school.

Still holding Faith's top, Ms Kleinfelter motioned the girls into the room. “Take a table each, spread out,” she said. The room was set up with six tables big enough to take four chairs although each had only one. At the front was Ms Kleinfelter's desk, with a high pile of magazines, fashion collections, swatch sample books, and other paraphernalia. Krystal noted with surprise that there was some kind of small sculpture that looked for all the world like a dildo. She also had art supplies of various kinds, paintbrushes, pens, pencils, and the front resource desk had many more and a big pile of poster-sized loose paper for drawing.

The walls were covered with drawings and photographs. Many could be considered erotic art, as they generally showed beautiful women wearing very little; for example, the models showing off a shoe collection, wore *only* the shoes.

The girls claimed tables and unpacked from their bags and backpacks. The topless hippy sat front and centre, the goth off to one side, the jewelry girl to the other, and Krystal had her choice of the three back tables. She picked the middle one. “Good choice Krystal,” Ms Kleinfelter smiled. “Aesthetic balance. I looked through your portfolio when you applied, and I must say that I admire your attention to detail and your talents. Although let me say one thing.” She waited for the girls' full attention. “Fashion is not a sometimes thing. We always, even when we are completely nude, can be said to be 'in fashion'. Even if we have had the result thrust upon us, a dreadful thing such as a traditional school uniform,” (she frowned) “or a prison uniform, what we wear becomes our own. More than this, it becomes *us*. And we become our fashions. May I illustrate this point, please?”

It became apparent that the question was not rhetorical. The girls one-by-one nodded. “I would like each of you to undress completely and exchange outfits. No Faith, as you are now. With Krystal please. Mikke, Kathy, same.” Krystal and Faith looked at each other with concern. The plump Chinese girl had much bigger hips than the slender hippy, and there was no way that Faith's panties would fit her. Ms Kleinfelter motioned to them. “Consider this a class assignment. Make it work. Use your ingenuity.”

Mikke and Kathy had the fortune of being more-or-less the same size. Mikke wore a cyan top and a yellow skirt over cyan boots, with a jeweled belt. Kathy's outfit of jacket, band T-shirt, jeans and Doc Marten boots was all-black, with silver buckles in apparently unnecessary places. Mikke came over to Kathy's desk, and the two began to undress.

Undressing for Faith was a very simple exercise. She stepped out of her panties and held them out to Krystal, behind her, with a nervous smile. Gingerly Krystal took them. Faith, quite nude from Krystal's point of view, sat back on her own table. “Do we have to do this?” Krystal asked. Mikke gasped. Kathy blinked. Faith crinkled her pretty nose.

“A very good question, Krystal.” Ms Kleinfelter made a note. “Thank you for being the first to ask that. I will do a great many unusual things in this class. You will find some of them, hopefully many of them, to be confronting. Yes, even you, Faith. Especially you. You have an admirable attitude to nudity, however you have apparently decoupled it from sexuality. Being nude is sexy, Faith, and you are a very sexy young woman. Embrace that fact.” Faith bit her lower lip and blushed. She wasn't expecting that, especially in the first class. Was Kleinfelter hitting on her?

“To get back to Krystal's question, no, you do not have to do this. You have to do nothing. Your lives are constructed primarily out of other people's demands and pressures on you and very little is your choice at the present. Realize that all of these are optional, and you do have choices. What there are, are consequences. So I will explain the consequences of not following the exercise.


Kleinfelter's Way 4

“I have been a teacher for more than twenty years. Can anyone name famous names among my students?” Mikke's hand shot up, and she named three well-known designers. Krystal had heard of them; they were all very successful, although she had thought their designs a bit scandalous. Perhaps this was why. “I would not presume to take credit for their success, these women are extremely talented. However, all continue to send me pictures and postcards and credit me with influencing them. See.” She pointed to the walls, and the girls realized that different sections were allocated to different purposes. The shoe poster was one of the ones pointed to. The poster was signed, by the designer and apparently also by the models. Two of those were household names as well.

“Nor would I presume to take credit for your future success. You can leave now if you wish, Krystal, and you may well become a successful fashion designer and look back on today as one crazy day that you walked out of this crazy teacher's class. You are welcome to do that. I hope you do succeed without me. But I hope more, to teach you things that will make you more of a success.

“Rest assured that everything I do here, I do for a reason. I am not asking you to strip nude, completely nude,” she emphasised that, “and exchange clothing with a smaller girl in order to embarrass you. I will never, ever, do anything with the intention of embarrassing you. Embarrassing you is not something that I care about in any way. If you find something I ask you to do embarrassing, my intention is that you examine that feeling, and ask yourself why you find it embarrassing, and whether that matters. Again, it is not my request that is the problem. It is your embarrassment that is the problem. Is there anything wrong with being nude? Faith, you are the nearest here to being nude. Come out the front.”

Faith did, hesitating a little. “Faith, would you like to stay dressed as you are for a week?”

She blushed and reflexively flinched. “..., no! Oh, sorry, oops, I didn't mean to swear ...”

“Again, your language doesn't embarrass or concern me. I don't mind at all. Why not? Why is this an issue for you, the student here who probably has the healthiest attitude to baring skin? It's a lovely time of year for it, and it would save a lot of time in the morning.”

“It'd be weird. Embarrassing. I mean, I strip off at home when I get through the door, but that's home, you know? School is different. We're here to learn, and be professional. Learn to be adults. Adults don't really run around naked much.”

“What would happen if they did? Someone else. Kathy.” The goth girl seemed a bit stunned.

“Uh, they'd be arrested?”

“In many places, that is correct. This State is not one of them, thankfully. Kathy, I asked you to undress completely, and you have stopped. Was that a deliberate choice?”

“No, no, I was just listening.”

“Then carry on. Please take off all of your clothing, and join Faith here with me at the front of the room.”

“I, um,” Tears welled up in her eyes.

“I'll do it!” Mikke, sensing points to gain, rapidly stripped off her bra and panties, and stepped around the desks to the front.

“Thank you Mikke,” said Ms Kleinfelter. “However, these two must make their own decisions. Do you want to learn from me? Kathy? Krystal? Why are you finding this embarrassing? Think about your feelings.”

Kathy thought it over. She was feeling embarrassed and uncomfortable. Was this sexual abuse? What was going on here? If she got dressed and left, would Kleinfelter be punished? Would Kathy? *Why was she bothered by this?* “I, uh … I think I was taught that I shouldn't run around naked.”

“And why would it be necessary to teach you that? Why would it even cross anyone's mind to teach you that? Would you need to be taught that if you had no inclination to do it?” Ms Kleinfelter said. “Krystal?”

Krystal also was near tears. “Y-yeah, me too. Also, I'm fat. Especially next to her.” She pointed to Faith, and looked downcast. Faith glanced down at her feet, unsure what to think.

“You are a young woman aged eighteen. You are slightly over an athletic weight, yes. But you are healthy, aren't you?”

“Yes, I suppose so.”

“You can do everything you want to do, you can run, you can climb, you can jump?”

“Yes, I can.”

“Then you are better off than many people who cannot, including people who actually are fat. Do you know what you need to do to be slimmer?”

“Eat better and exercise more?”

“Of course. Everyone knows that. The question is why we don't do what we know we should do. If you were to eat like Faith here, and exercise like her, do you think you would be slimmer, like her?”

“Probably.”

“Do you want to be? There is nothing at all wrong with you, Krystal. You are not fat. You are slightly plump. This is no great risk to your health, but apparently it is a risk to your happiness and you dress concealingly and you are reluctant to show your body. It is society that says you should be slim, just as society says you should never ever be naked. What if you made your own choices and did what made you happy?”

Krystal was stunned. What was this woman on about? Making choices? *I've always done what people tell me,* she thought. Suddenly that seemed like an option.

“So, do you think I can teach you anything?” Ms Kleinfelter asked, smiling.

*Maybe*. “Okay,” Krystal agreed. The other girls applauded.

“Now, back to work. I have four girls here and *none of them*,” she looked directly at Mikke and Faith, “are completely nude.” Mikke and Faith looked puzzled. Faith got it first, and pointed to Mikke's earrings and necklace, then took off her own 'shoes' and a ring she was wearing. Kathy and Krystal took their cue and stripped. They moved to pick up their partners' clothing.

“Wait a moment, please,” said Ms Kleinfelter. “You are now as close to completely nude as you can get. I want you to understand something. Firstly, you are still in fashion. Whether that fashion suits you or not, and how you have decorated yourselves,” she pointed to Kathy's temporary tattoos, and Faith's shaved pubis, “you are still in *a* fashion. Once tattoos exist, their lack is a choice, and therefore a fashion. *Complete* nudity, the absence of fashion, is actually impossible.

“Secondly, fashion defines us. While you put on your partner's clothing, think about how and why *she* put it on. Don't ask her, just think it over. Think about your own identity and how it differs from your partner's. Think about *her* fashion.”

Krystal took the little green panties. They were about four sizes too small. She looked helplessly at Faith, but Faith was preoccupied putting on Krystal's own, much baggier, outfit. Ms Kleinfelter was watching her. “They'll bust,” she said.

“Good,” smiled Ms Kleinfelter. “I hope so! There is a lesson in that too.”


Kleinfelter's Way 5

*What, that panties have sizes?* Krystal chose one leg hole and put her foot through. Sure enough, it got stuck a bit above her knee. She pulled them down again and stepped her other foot in. The panties made it to her mid-thighs, and she pulled but they wouldn't move further.

“Faith, help her.” Ms Kleinfelter gestured to Faith, who was struggling fruitlessly with Krystal's belt. Holding the waistband, Faith moved around behind Krystal, then dropped her grip, causing Krystal's jeans and panties to fall around Faith's feet, and seized hold of either side of the green panties. Krystal took hold of the front and back. The two girls pulled!

With a ripping sound, the panties separated in half and each half made it around one of Krystal's upper thighs, either side of her triangle of pubic hair. “Good work!” Ms Kleinfelter clapped and laughed. “Now the top.” She handed Faith's wooden necklace top to Krystal. Krystal put it on, and on her much larger breasts it dangled more-or-less between them, Krystal's nipples framing it on either side. Krystal jammed Faith's ring onto her finger, and then tied Faith's fake-shoes onto her own feet.

The other two were faring better. Kathy's dyed-black hair contrasted oddly with the pastels of Mikke's outfit and her colored jewelry, and Mikke looked lost in Kathy's gothic black, but neither girl would have looked out of place in a normal class. Ms Kleinfelter pulled out some mobile mirrors from the corner of the room and encouraged the girls to admire themselves. “Anyone really like what they see?” Ms Kleinfelter asked. Unsurprisingly, the consensus was not.

“You are learning to be fashion designers. If a designer is the only person who enjoys wearing their designs, are they a good fashion designer?” Understanding crossed the girls' faces. “Should you be able to design clothes for people other than yourselves?” They agreed. “Your assignment tonight is to design a basic outline of an outfit that your class partner for this exercise would be very happy to wear. Be audacious. Remember that her reaction, and the reactions that people have to her wearing it, will decide a portion of your mark for this assignment. We will work on those outfits for the rest of the week. Tomorrow, dress as you usually would. There will be no swapping tomorrow,” she smiled. “For now, you can change back. Faith, bin those silly panties and stay back for a bit.”

Faith was shocked. Did … did she expect her to run around bottomless? That would be so … *embarrassing*. Oh. Right. She smiled at Ms Kleinfelter, who smiled back. The other girls, dressed now and still processing their experience, filed out. Faith stood in front of the teacher, wearing her fake-shoes and her top. Her bare, bald pubic region was slightly pink.

“You are very beautiful, Faith,” Ms Kleinfelter said. “If you were a little taller you would be picked easily as a professional runway model. You may even be picked anyway. Would you like that?”

“I've never considered it,” she said. “But I think it might be fun.”

“It can be. It is very hard work, believe it or not. Getting quickly into and out of outfits. Adapting to makeup. Posing correctly. Maintaining your composure. Would you wear that outfit you have on now, in front of ten thousand people?”

Faith started. “I'm nearly naked,” she said.

“No. You are fashionably dressed. Even if you didn't have this pretty little top,” she lifted it briefly away from Faith's breasts, “you would still be fashionably dressed. Always remember that. Now, what do you want to do with the rest of your school day, now that you have no panties on? You would have one more class, then lunch and then two classes, correct?”

“Yes. Um.” She thought. *This is a test. Of course it's a test.* “What are my options?”

“Good question. What do you think are your options?”

“I … I could call my mother to come get me.”

“Yes, although that would be disappointing to see. Do you want to do that? Go home bare-assed and embarrassed by that, probably 'in trouble'?” She made airquotes.

“Um. No. I don't want to be embarrassed. Uh. I could get hold of a pair of pants from somewhere.”

“Or a longer shirt, or a thong, or a skirt, or a burqa if you like. Or put a little square of tape over your bare vulva,” Ms Kleinfelter held up a roll of gaffer tape, “and decide that you're 'dressed', whatever that means to you. You could borrow this, if you like.” She picked up the dildo-thing from the desk. Faith stared at it. Ms Kleinfelter lifted it up to show the bottom, a curved, V-shaped decal with a cartoon tiger, the school mascot. “It is designed to cover the vulva and anus with this decal. See? Ingenious. The rest of it holds it in. Apparently it counts as a swimsuit, and improves swim times.”

“What … ah ...” Faith was at a loss for words. The idea of the dildo-thing was fuzzing her brain. She had a dildo at home of course, but she only used it in her bedroom when she was sure that her folks were asleep or out. To *wear* a dildo, like *clothing*? That was a mind-blower. “What if it falls out?”

“Oh, it doesn't. See?” She fiddled with the base of it, and it puffed up. Faith squeaked softly as she imagined this thing growing inside of her. “You can make it as big as you want to. But those aren't all of your options. Go on.”

“I … could stay like this?”

“Of course you could. What would that be like? Be honest now. Your little bare pussy is pink already at the thought.” she smiled.

Faith blushed hard. “Oh, .... Oh my god. I … I don't know about this. Everyone will see!”

“Is there anything ugly about it? Come to the mirror.” She led Faith over. “Now sit up on the table with your legs wide apart.” Faith did. “I guarantee you, every boy and girl in every class has seen those body parts in photographs hundreds of times. Why should a real girl have to hide hers? Here, look at this.”

She rummaged around in a desk drawer and found a photograph to show Faith, a close-up of a girl's genital area with a green string running from the tip of her clitoris to her anus. “This is a wisp. You'll have seen it, it was the band majorette's uniform for the year before last. If it is approved by the interschool committee for competition, the gymnasts will have the option to wear it as their uniform next year, instead of those great big silly thongs with their ugly strings. Put it on.” She handed Faith a similar small string, this one bright blue.

“I don't know how to … um … what do I do?” Faith held the little string between her hands, puzzled by it.

Kleinfelter's Way 6

“First we make the anchor, which will be popped in here,” Ms Kleinfelter tapped Faith's anus, which puckered. She giggled, and tapped it again. “Cute. Relax a bit,” she said. “Then we make a knot, which goes around and over your clitoris”--she gently stroked the top of Faith's clitoris, and the girl squeaked faintly--“and then you put it on! Here is one.” She handed Faith a second wisp, fully knotted. It looked very complicated to make. “Yes, it does take a little bit of practice. Like tying a necktie. That's the major problem with making it a uniform, to be honest.”

Faith fiddled around with it. Her increasingly wet pussy did not seem to want to cooperate. Ms Kleinfelter tried to get the clit end of the wisp in the right place, however it kept slipping off.

“You know, Miss Crowne, I just don't think this is going to work.” The fashion teacher fetched a handful of tissues and efficiently set about wiping Faith's genital area. The girl moaned. “Your sexual response is entirely natural and normal, but the way the wisp works, you need to keep it within parameters. If we were committed to the wisp, I'd have you masturbate and then wait for a while, but we have other options. Since you're so nicely greased up, let's get the Pinnacle.”

Was I being molested? Faith wondered. This morning when she got dressed in her cheeky panties and barely-there top, she had *not* expected to be bottomless, wet, and apparently about to be taking on a dildo, in class. She felt dizzy, almost nauseous, yet intensely turned on at the same time. She couldn't help herself, rubbing her hands around her vulva and fingering her clit.

Ms Kleinfelter smiled. “Masturbation is a beautiful thing. We really ought to start off the first class of the day with it, it would keep the students so much more calm and relaxed. Here, let me.” She gently slipped the curved, egg-like end of the Pinnacle into Faith's vagina, pushing it all the way in. As promised, it cupped Faith's vulva, smoothly covering the folds of skin. Faith moaned at the fullness of the sensation. “It has an amazing array of features,” Ms Kleinfelter said. “Internal temperature control, for warmth in winter and cooling in summer. You can expand it,” she reached in between the cup of it and Faith's clit, finding a little button, and pressed. Faith cried out aloud! It was *so full*! Oh, god, it felt so *good*! How did the swim team girls run around with these *things* in them? “You can make it throb, or buzz,” she demonstrated again, with more hidden buttons around the sides.

Faith stood upright, jerking herself off the table. She moaned and squeaked. Frantically she rubbed at her nipples under the wooden necklace as she came. It just would not stop! She shivered and moaned and collapsed to the floor, drawing her knees up, flexing her toes, patting frantically at the front of the decal. She arched her back and spread her legs wide.

Ms Kleinfelter laughed as she watched Faith jerk about. If she had her way, the girls would have these in all the time so that their teachers could set them buzzing whenever they wanted. But the temptation would be too great. Nothing would ever get done. Also, they covered a lot of skin that Ms Kleinfelter would prefer the girls to leave tastefully bare. A model with a smaller decal, nestled nicely *between* the labia instead of covering anything, would be much better. Perhaps next year, for the swim class first.

Reluctantly she pressed a button on the remote control and Faith relaxed. “This device is the controller for it,” she said. She reached out to help Faith off the floor. On unsteady legs, the teenager took the remote. “Try not to overuse it, especially in class. It comes with a charging and cleaning cradle as well. You can adjust everything the Pinnacle does either from the base, or with the remote. It will even work with music from a smartphone, if you download the app.”

“Th … thank you,” Faith stammered. Ms Kleinfelter held out the tissue box, and Faith took some to clean herself up. She fiddled with the controls, and adjusted down the size of the dildo to be more comfortable. Finally she looked at herself in the mirror. The Thornwood tiger mascot was about the size of a normal thong bottom. Possibly even bigger than the gymnastics uniform. Apart from a complete lack of side or back coverage, it looked like a swimsuit bottom. “It … um … it reminds me of the Rio Carnaval bottoms,” she commented.

“Ah yes, the cache-sexe. Most of them stay on with wires or glue, far less comfortable. You're late for your next class. Here, I'll write you a note.” She already had a note printed out, and just wrote Faith's name at the top, and signed it at the bottom. “Have a good day, and I will see you tomorrow. Keep the Pinnacle. Try it out as daily wear.” She grinned cheekily. “See how you can challenge yourself.”

Faith skimmed the note, taking some of it in. *Full permission. Legal action? What? Oh, if anyone interferes with me. Decency? Oh, only the school dress and conduct codes apply? Huh.* She adjusted her top and fixed her hair, then set off to her next class, still feeling a bit dazed from multiple orgasms.

Ms Kleinfelter smiled to herself as she watched Faith, looking fully nude from behind, leave the room. First class, she thought, had gone very well. One done, three to go.


Kleinfelter's Way 7

NEXT CLASS - KRYSTAL

Krystal had excused herself to the toilet twice now this class to masturbate. The sensation of the panties splitting along her thighs as the pretty little hippie pulled them up just would not leave her head. Ms Kleinfelter probably would make the girl run around bottomless for the rest of the day, too. How embarrassing! Krystal blushed, imagining herself bottomless on her chair right now. Her own jeans left at home, her own soaked panties busted and thrown away. Her own pussy rubbing the hard chair.

“Krystal, are you paying attention?” The sharp voice of Mr Jensen the maths teacher brought her back to earth. Just at that second the bell rang, saving her, and Mr Jensen shook a finger at her as he dismissed the class to lunch.

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NEXT CLASS - FAITH

Faith's day was going very well. She had experimented with the Pinnacle and found a setting that kept her nicely blissed-out with her clit erect without actually tipping her over into orgasm. She still felt that everyone was looking at her, however she felt that they were smiling at her, admiring her, glad to have her around. It was like being lightly buzzed on ecstasy. She loved the feeling of her bare buttocks against the chair. When Miss Alton the history teacher called for a volunteer to clean the whiteboard, Faith fairly leapt up and took the cloth and spray bottle from her hands before Miss Alton could say anything. The class and teacher had a brief, unplanned break as all watched Faith, completely nude from behind, vigorously spray and wipe away the writing and diagrams.

On finishing the task, Faith turned around and presented the cleaning equipment to Miss Alton with a smile. “Uh, thank you,” the history teacher said. “Um. Is that, uh,” she pointed with the cloth at Faith's crotch.

“Oh, yes!” Faith beamed. “It's a Pinnacle!”

“Um. Oh yes, of course. I hadn't uh, realized they were so … uh, so brief. Are you, um, are you sure you're allowed to wear it outside of the pool area?”

“I'd better be, I don't have anything else!” Faith giggled. The class snickered.

“Well, uh, sit down then. Don't hop up again, okay?” Faith complied. “Alright, where was I? Oh, the opium trade. Who can tell me ...” and class continued.

“*Nice pants, Faith,*” Aileen Munez whispered from the desk behind Faith. Aileen was on the swim team, and seeing this girl prance around in a normal class wearing a Pinnacle, and worse yet, *with a top on*, really ground Aileen's gears. Coach Ron and Coach Ellie were always telling the swimmers to take pride in their appearance, to wear the Pinnacles like the uniform of victorious soldiers, to march into any practice and any competition *knowing* that, because we were Thornwood and we wore our Pinnacles and *nothing else*, we would win. Even when other schools had adopted the style, we were the *first*. A huge photograph of Rachel Byrnes, the first of the first, standing proud on the winner's dais, decorated the rear wall of the indoor pool area, and *she didn't wear a top*. How *dare* this girl? Where did she even get it? Had she stolen it? The coaches had access to a monitor, they knew where each Pinnacle was at all times and what it was doing, how could this happen?

“Thank you,” Faith whispered back, smiling, and returned to writing her notes.

The *nerve* of her! Aileen slipped her own hand under her stretch-pants, feeling along her hairless labia. Like all swim team members, Aileen dressed as scantily as the weather allowed. Pool water was cold, bare skin won races, and team spirit was vital. Today, Aileen, a tall Latina, wore black satin stretch-pants so thin and so tight that they might as well have been painted on, a yellow belly-shirt top that only *just* covered her firm breasts, and yellow flip-flops which spent most of the day beside her feet. Aileen's Pinnacle was in her locker in the sports complex, ready for practice this afternoon. Some swimmers wore theirs under their regular clothes, but this was a privilege for A-grade swimmers only, and Aileen had not yet advanced out of B-grade. Faith's body--so visible!--was clearly sculpted by yoga, not by swimming. Look at those skinny shoulders. Aileen sneered. She wouldn't even make the team!

Faith paused her writing and absent-mindedly adjusted her Pinnacle, slightly raising the buzz. The boy sitting beside her glanced over, his gaze briefly lingered on her bare side and back, and then returned to his own notes. Behind her, Aileen seethed as the tiny sound reached her ears, her pencil bending in her grip. The swim team had their ways of punishing slackers, and using the buzz functions when one should be paying attention was slacking. Quietly, Aileen snuck her phone out from her purse, and began texting.

History class finished, and it was time for lunch. Aileen muttered “You better watch out,” to Faith, who looked baffled, and then rushed off, leaving her flip-flops behind. Faith called out to her but she was already gone. *I wonder what that was about,* Faith thought, bending gracefully (a welcome sight to those around her, her wooden necklaces falling forward) to pick up the flip-flops.


Kleinfelter's Way 8

LUNCH

Krystal walked into the lunchroom. She had stopped off to masturbate in the toilets again, so had missed the food line rush, and she was able to get her food relatively quickly. Thornwood served only very healthy food, something else that had annoyed Krystal (a chips and Coke kind of girl) over the previous few days, but today, inspired to eat better, she was grateful. She asked the lunch-ladies for yoghurt and fruit salad, and as she turned away with her tray in hand …

Oh, my god. Faith was *naked*. The pretty little hippie was sitting at a table, her back to Krystal, surrounded by friends, happily chatting, *stark naked* from blonde hair to bare toes. Krystal was stunned. People were glancing over at Faith, but no-one (except for a small table of girls, who seemed to be glaring at Faith and whispering to each other for some reason) seemed to be paying much attention. Perhaps feeling Krystal's hot gaze, Faith turned around. She grinned, waved, and stood up. “Krystal!” she called, beckoning Krystal over.

So she wasn't *completely* naked. She was wearing the wooden necklace thing again, and between her legs, barely visible, where pubic hair would be if she had any, was a red and white decal with a stylized tiger. The school sports mascot.

“Make room, you guys!” Faith said, fluttering her hands to indicate a seat beside her. “This is Krystal, she's doing Fashion with me!”

“Are you going to dress like Faith tomorrow?” a slim red-headed girl asked, smiling. Krystal blushed red, and everyone laughed.

Krystal remembered that this was a new school, and nobody knew she was a friendless nerd. She *wasn't* a friendless nerd. She was friends with one of the prettiest, nicest, *bravest* girls in the whole school, a girl who had seen her naked, and didn't laugh at her, and was still her friend. “Maybe. Are you?” Krystal asked. The group laughed again, and this time the redhead blushed. “Maybe you should change right now,” Krystal said, grinning at her.

“Right on,” a black boy chuckled, “No reason for Faith's to be the only bare ass at this table! Go for it, Lynn!”

“I don't have a Pinnacle, Martin, they only give them to swimmers.” Lynn replied.

“Who cares? No-one will know 'til they're right next to you anyway,” Martin said.

“What are you going to give me?” Lynn asked, playfully toying with the top button of her blouse.

“How nude are you gonna get?” he asked, licking his lips at her.

“I'll keep my shorts on,” she replied. “It's not as if being topless is against the rules. Look over there,” she said, pointing to a table of girls in the process of taking off their clothes. That was the same table Krystal had noticed before. They were still talking among themselves, darting glares at Faith.

“Wait. Who are those girls?” Krystal asked.

“Swim team,” Lynn replied. “That's a swim uniform that Faith has on.”

“No it's ...ing not.” an angry voice said. Heads swivelled around, bodies followed. The girls had come over, and there stood four very fit and angry-looking young women. Two were completely nude, two wore Pinnacles. The Pinnacles were buzzing, like insects, shaking visibly. Their wearers stood still, apparently ignoring the intense stimulation inside their vaginas. “THAT is a swim uniform,” Aileen said, tapping the smooth plastic Pinnacle of one of the two girls. “THAT is a swim uniform,” she pointed to the other. “Hatha and Umbriel are A-grade swimmers. They are allowed to wear the Pinnacle any time they want. Charlene and I are B-grade. We're required to leave our Pinnacles in our lockers, except during competition, training, and school spirit days.” Hatha, a blonde with a buzz-cut, moaned softly and crossed one leg over the other as she stood.

The crowd around were silent, fascinated. Shit was *going down*. It wasn't clear *why*, or what exactly was going to happen, but something was, and they all wanted to see it.

“Did you use it?” Aileen demanded, stepping up over Faith, looking her in the eyes, forcing Faith to crane her head back.

“Y-y-yes,” Faith stammered. “Oh, I got your flip-flops,” she said, timidly offering them. Aileen slapped them out of Faith's hand.

“Umbriel and Hatha use theirs,” Aileen said. The two were panting softly, shifting from foot to foot, their nipples standing erect. “Beth and I want to use ours,” the other naked girl nodded, “but we're *not allowed*. We're not A-grade swimmers.” She bent down over Faith. “Are you an A-grade swimmer, Faith Crowne?”

“Uh, no, no I'm not, I actually can't swim,” Faith was clearly frightened. She was no fighter. Probably neither was Aileen, really, but the Latina girl was *really* angry, and that made up for a lot.

“Leave her alone!” yelled Krystal, jumping up. She pushed Aileen away as she did, and the nude girl fell. Not only was Krystal at least thirty pounds heavier than Aileen, she was a green belt in judo. She hadn't trained for some time, she'd gotten lazy and that was going to stop, but even so, she wasn't letting these girls menace Faith! The rest of Faith's group broke out of their reverie and one by one, they stood up.

Aileen got up off the floor. “That is an official Thornwood Tigers team swim uniform and we want it back,” she said as she rose. “You can give it back peacefully now, or we will take it off you when your little friends aren't around to save you. I don't care who you stole it from. You steal from one of us, and you steal from us all!”

“Ms Kleinfelter gave it to her!” Krystal yelled, stepping up to Aileen. “I broke her panties in fashion class and she had nothing to wear, so Ms Kleinfelter must have given it to her after I left! It's the one from her desk! Isn't that right, Faith?”

Faith nodded. “Yeah, yeah, she did. I didn't know it meant so much to you, Aileen. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to disrespect you. I just … I don't have anything else to wear.” She shrugged helplessly.

Hatha broke the silence with a loud sharp shriek, falling to her knees. She frantically dug beneath her Pinnacle to turn the buzzing down, writhing in orgasm, kneading her breasts with her other hand. Umbriel kept a bit more of her dignity, staying on her feet--perhaps she practiced with the high settings more--but also turned her device off. Beth leaned over to Aileen. “I'm gonna go get dressed again. See you after school for practice.” She patted Aileen on the shoulder and walked back to the swimmers' table, head held high. The crowd parted for her. Umbriel helped Hatha up and the two A-grade swimmers followed, unsteadily leaning on each other.

“Not my fault you broke your panties. How the ... does that happen. You should give it back,” Aileen muttered, eyes red. She looked chastened, and more like a naked, embarrassed girl than a proud nude warrior princess.

“We have two classes to go,” Faith said. “I can't run around bottomless for two whole classes.”

Krystal coughed. “Actually,” she said, “Ms Kleinfelter said you could. You just don't want to.”

“I can help,” a new voice said. Mikke Neilsen. She was holding up a jeweled belt, from which strands of jewels descended, each about six inches long and an inch apart. “I know it's Krystal's job to design your new outfit, but you can borrow this. I was wearing it over my skirt.”

Faith thanked her and took the belt. Buckling it around her waist, the strands came down just enough to look sort-of like a micro-mini-skirt. The Tiger was as visible as ever beneath and between the strands. This skirt would cover nothing. But it would do. She nodded to Aileen and parted her legs. Slowly, Aileen knelt down and reached up. Light brown fingers slid smoothly between plastic and skin, brushing Faith's slightly-swollen clit, and Aileen found the deflating button. The Pinnacle slipped out, a collective gasp coming from the crowd, and Aileen stood up, the glistening device in her hand.

“Thank you,” Aileen said. She held it high. “Anyone who wants to wear this,” she yelled, “come join the girls swim team!” As the lunchroom roared with applause, she put on her flip-flops and walked back to her table, where only her own clothes remained … with Mr Jensen's hand on them. The maths teacher stood beside the table with the other three swimmers, now dressed and all looking subdued. Detentions were certain.

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EPILOGUE

Evangeline Kleinfelter packed up her notes for the day, ready to head home. After lunch she had taught a junior arts and crafts class over in the junior school, and had come back to her homeroom to collect her belongings. She heard a knock at the door. Carl Jensen entered, a Pinnacle in his hand. “Yours, I believe?” he asked, holding it out to her.

She took it, and sniffed it. Dry, but still unwashed. “Yes, I lent it to Faith Crowne. What happened?”

“I took it off the swimmers at lunch. Apparently they don't like non-swimmers wearing these.”

“Oh? Oh. Oh, of course. My mistake. That makes perfect sense. I shall apologise to Faith tomorrow. I should probably apologise to the swimmers too.”

“You can do that tomorrow as well. Four girls. I gave them all three detentions each for fighting, and since it's your fault, I think you should manage their detentions. They really don't mind being naked, those girls. I figure you can work out something fun to do with them.”

Ms Kleinfelter smiled. “Oh, yes, definitely. My class and I have need of models, and the bolder the better.”

Kleinfelter's Way II – 1

FRIDAY AFTERNOON DETENTION

Ms Kleinfelter greeted the four swimmers warmly. The week had passed, and most of the next week, and the four girls, Aileen, Hatha, Beth and Umbriel, had been waiting out that time anxiously expecting the penny to drop. Mr Jensen had told them that they would be punished for fighting, and that Ms Kleinfelter would supervise it, but he had not given them any details.

The swim team's previous interactions with Ms Kleinfelter had been minimal. Most knew that she had been strongly in favor of the uniform switch to Pinnacles of a few years ago, and that she and Coach Ron were apparently good friends. Some knew also that she designed the band majorette's uniforms, and anyone who was paying attention knew that last year's majorette Tiffany Damien had pretty much competed nude, her only “uniform” a tiny strip of cloth glued to her bare pubic mound. There wasn't all that much difference between that and a Pinnacle, really.

Every sporty student at Thornwood knew that smaller uniforms were a major trend, however few of them had much idea why. The Pinnacle was still the most controversial; even now, three years after Rachel Byrnes had first worn it to an inter-school competition, it still showed up in breathless clickbait articles and “get a load of this!” TV spots on slow news days. For the girls themselves, the controversy was long-gone. After the novelty of the “sexy dildo swimsuit” had worn off, they still had to get up at 5am whether it was summer or winter, eat, get to the pool, train for two hours (admittedly, being warmed internally by a Pinnacle did make that easier), get dressed, go to class, and then come back after class three days a week for more training. And also compete, except in winter.

And for these four, serve a detention. What would it involve? Teachers at Thornwood had a fairly wide degree of discretion for detentions, so Thornwood students could be doing anything from running around the school oval completely nude--the favorite punishment of Ms Stuckhampton, the gym teacher--to sitting around chatting with Mr Ozark about where to score the best weed. Stripping a student nude (or in theory, forcing a nude student to dress) absolutely was under a Thornwood teacher's control. That had been established through a state law some ten years prior, and so long as no coerced or improper sexual contact occurred, it was not grounds for a lawsuit. A student could refuse any given punishment, but would have to serve two detentions at a later date. Only the excessively modest (or exercise-averse) could be bothered.

Ms Kleinfelter however preferred much more subtle methods. “Come in, come in.” She beckoned the four girls into the Fashion classroom. “Close the door.” They looked around, seeing the fashion students, the sewing machines and measuring tables, racks of outfits, and various piles of cloth and other materials.

Only one of the swimmers was particularly fashion-oriented, beyond the normal interest that any young woman takes in her appearance. Other than Beth, generally they bought clothes off the rack, selected first for being skimpy (*really* skimpy) and second for being easy to slip off and on. They knew their toned muscles looked good, and they dressed to show them off. “Take pride in everything you do,” was the team motto.

Aileen wore her usual black and bright yellow active wear – black satin tights and running shoes, and a yellow hoodie with the hood back. Umbriel, tall and dark-blonde, wore a powder-blue micro-mini-skirt of the flare-up type that only reaches the middle of the wearer's buttocks, and a matching powder-blue bikini top. She was barefoot, and the Thornwood tiger emblem on her Pinnacle peeked out between her long, lithe legs. Hatha, a classically-cute Icelandic brunette, wore only a long T-shirt that reached mid-thigh, with the team logo on it. With tousled hair, she looked like she had just gotten out of bed. Beth, the most fashionable of the four, wore tight low-cut white jeans, Converse shoes, and an actual lacy white Victoria's Secret bra which she filled out very nicely.


Kleinfelter's Way II - 2

“Pick one,” Ms Kleinfelter smiled. The fashion class stepped forward. While they examined the swimmers, Ms Kleinfelter explained. “You four have been given three detentions each, as you know. Mr Jensen explained to me the full details of your conduct, and I have watched the security video, and in my opinion the only one of you who did *anything wrong at all* was Aileen here, and even she clearly acted from a desire to protect the image of her team.” The swimmers glanced at each other. This was unexpected.

Apart from Faith, who was as naked as a jaybird, the fashion class would not have looked out of place in any normal school - Mikke in bright colours, Kathy in black with pale makeup, Krystal in loose jeans and T-shirt.

“Let me be clear. I gave this Pinnacle,” she gestured towards her desk, “to Faith. Because she had no other clothing, and was uncomfortable with that prospect, I offered it to her. I demonstrated its capabilities, which you are all aware of, and as any healthy young woman should, she eagerly took it.” Faith blushed--her whole face and chest blushed--and she looked away from Aileen's eyes.

“Faith certainly did not know how important Pinnacles are to your team. I should have realized, and at least informed her, if I was even going to offer it to her at all. I could have written her a note, to set her mind at rest, and sent her off to class. As you can see, she has absolutely no reason to fear showing off some bare skin in a discreet and elegant way, and neither do any of you seven other girls.” Faith's blush had reached its peak, and Aileen chuckled.

“However, what's done is done. Faith has learned some lessons that could not have been learned any other way. I apologise to you four, as representatives of your team. Your detentions will stand, but they will be easy, and I expect they will be enjoyable for you.”

By now Krystal had chosen Hatha, who smiled brightly, and Mikke had taken Umbriel by the hand. Kathy was clearly interested in Aileen--perhaps not entirely for professional reasons--however much to Beth's irritation, Faith did not seem to be interested in Beth.

“In here, in my classroom, is a safe environment. You may wear whatever you wish here. I personally have no objection to you running your Pinnacles while we are setting up, if you like,” this time it was Hatha's turn to blush, putting her hands to her mouth as if to stifle a scream, “but if you do, please do not become noisy or distracting.”

Umbriel looked at Mikke, her eyes wide. Mikke, getting the hint, nodded. Umbriel whipped off her tiny skirt and threw it into the corner, shortly followed by the bikini top. “Oh, thank you!” she murmured, smiling. She fiddled under her Pinnacle decal, and a faint buzzing sound started.

Faith involuntarily slipped her own hand between her thighs. Her three minutes of panting, moaning and jerking about on the floor of this room had been one of the most intensely pleasurable moments of her life. She still got off to the memory of it a few times a week. Umbriel was taking half again, maybe even twice, that intensity, and *smiling dreamily*. Her only concession to the stimulation was to lean back lazily against a desk, and cross her long legs. Were these things addictive? Could you build up a tolerance?

“Faith, Kathy,” said Ms Kleinfelter. They looked at each other, and Aileen. “Aileen, you may choose. Beth,” she had noticed the fourth swimmer was looking a little miffed, “don't take it personally. In my career I have chosen and rejected many thousands of models and it is not because the model is not beautiful, or experienced, or worth her fee. It is because the model does not suit the style.” Beth did not appear convinced.

The swimmers looked at each other again, except for Umbriel. “Model?” asked Hatha. She pulled out the edges of her long T-shirt, half-curtsied, and raised her eyebrows as if to say “me?”. She had a point. Hatha was five-feet-two, and the least elegantly dressed person in the room, including Faith.

“Yes, you. Anyone can make Umbriel there look good. I could take the most absurd nerd out of the computer class and give him twelve dollars to buy a full outfit from the nearest Goodwill store and he would make Umbriel look good. It's not a difficult proposition. Or Faith, or Aileen, though the choices for her would be more limited.” Umbriel herself smiled and nodded, acknowledging the mention of her name. She had begun playing lightly with her nipples. “But you, Hatha. Tell me. Have you given up on your appearance?”

The question lay between them like a dropped rock. “Uh.” Hatha opened her mouth to answer, and nothing came out. She closed it again. “Um.”

Ms Kleinfelter kept looking.

The other girls looked at Hatha. Even Umbriel, deep in her reverie, looked.

“Oh, .... Sorry. Um.” Hatha looked down her T-shirt and at her bare feet and tears started to flow. Ms Kleinfelter made no move to comfort her.

“Do you like wearing the swimming uniform?” the teacher asked. Hatha nodded. “Do you work a job at all?”

“I work in the grocery store, with my dad,” she replied.

“What do you wear there?”

“A cap and some panties, unless I'm on my own or with Sarah, our shopgirl. Dad wants Sarah and I to always wear panties and he yells if we take them off. The customers don't mind though. We even do better takings, but Dad doesn't care.”

“So you have a uniform for yourself there too, your cap. Again, avoiding choices. When was the last time you had your hair done properly?” Hatha bit her lip and shrugged. “Your pussy professionally waxed?”

“I usually shave in the shower.”

“How often do you wear this *thing*,” she gestured at the T-shirt, with some disgust, “to school? Every day?” Hatha nodded.


Kleinfelter's Way II - 3

“Hatha. How old are you, nineteen?” The Icelandic girl nodded. “Giving up on your appearance at nineteen. Such a pity. You don't even really want to be a nudist, you're just trying to make it easy for yourself. Are you depressed?” The gimlet eyes narrowed. If Hatha was depressed, that would be a different kettle of fish entirely. No, she wasn't. She had been alert and happy until this conversation. She shook her head in confirmation. “You've just gotten lazy.” Ms Kleinfelter reached down and took Hatha's chin in her wrinkly hand, and gently tilted her face up. “Do you *want* to look good?” Hatha nodded. Ms Kleinfelter stepped back and held out her hand.

Slowly, Hatha pulled off her ratty T-shirt and handed it over. Ms Kleinfelter took the shirt and held out her other hand. Hatha looked puzzled for a moment, and then getting the point, opened the phone app that controlled her Pinnacle and deflated it. She pulled it out, and handed the glistening blue object over. Ms Kleinfelter wrapped it in the T-shirt and gently placed it on a desk. “Krystal,” she said, “you have a marble block. Chisel out the beauty within.” She looked at the three other swimmers. “Would you three like to get ready?”

They would. Umbriel turned her device off and extracted it, leaning backward over the desk with legs wide apart and slowly pulling it out, grinning, savoring the display. It came free with a faint noise. Ms Kleinfelter handed her a box of tissues and Umbriel wiped up, collected her tiny outfit and put it and the Pinnacle beside Hatha's. Then Umbriel stood next to Mikke.

Beth unhooked her bra, stepped out of her shoes, peeled her socks, jeans and surprisingly panties, and folded them all into a neat pile. Aileen took off her yellow hoodie, revealing that she wore nothing underneath, handed it to Kathy, and kicked off her sockless gym shoes. She turned her back on Faith, stepping nearer to Kathy, and peeled out of her skin-tight and micron-thin black tights. She bunched them up in a ball and handed them to Kathy also. Kathy put the clothes down on a desk, and nudged the shoes underneath it.

“Aileen has made her choice,” Ms Kleinfelter said. “Faith, you are working with Beth this time. You will have to work harder to make friends. Now, everyone, pay attention.”

Five naked and three clothed girls turned to look at her as she walked to the side of the room. “We have on this rack a selection of leftovers and seconds from various collections over the years. There should be more than sufficient here for you each to dress your models twice over in whatever two distinct styles that you and she see fit. Please do so, and photograph her as she is complete. Please put the clothes back afterwards. There will be a prize for the first pair to finish the task.”

The fashion students scrambled for the rack of clothes. Under pressure, each reverted to their own preferences. This was fine. Ms Kleinfelter wanted them to notice that fact, as they had earlier in the week when they had dressed each other, however it at least provided somewhere to start. Kathy grabbed for the black clothes with silver highlights, Mikke for colors and items of jewelry, Krystal for classic casual wear, and Faith for diaphanous and nature-toned pieces. While they worked, Ms Kleinfelter had Hatha sit on a chair and took a hairbrush to her messy mop, gently teasing out the kinks and knots.

Faith came back first. Clearly she'd mis-estimated Beth's sizes, as there was no way the harem pants she found would close up. She muttered something and ran them back to the rack, returning with a leather miniskirt that fit, far longer than Umbriel's, that ended a whole inch below Beth's apple-round butt. She had Beth step into a pair of moccasin shoes, and pull on a sheer white blouse. “Oh, come on,” Beth complained.

“What?” Faith asked, impatiently.

“Give me a feather and I'm ...ing Pocohontas. Cultural appropriation much? This won't do. No. You are not taking a photo of me dressed like this. Forget it!”


Kleinfelter's Way II - 4

The nude fashion student looked beseechingly at Ms Kleinfelter. “What were your instructions?” the teacher asked. *That you and she see fit*, Faith remembered. She wrinkled her nose. Umbriel was pulling on a beautiful long jacket, white cotton with a red and yellow sequin butterfly across the back. Krystal had found a pair of black jeans in Hatha's size and was helping the smaller girl to pull them on as Ms Kleinfelter expertly braided Hatha's hair. Kathy and Aileen had found a red bra and black panties that fit, and were about to try a long red and black dress.

In desperation, Faith gestured to Beth. “Come on, let's see,” she said and headed over to the rack. Ms Kleinfelter watched impassively as Beth and Faith began to select clothes together.

After about ten minutes, the only nude girl in the room was Faith. The first round of outfits were done: Aileen the gothic vampire princess, Hatha the pretty little college student, Umbriel the debutante with her jacket over a dress, and Beth … Beth looked like a supermodel. The outfit she and Faith had selected was absolutely perfect. A green, glittery dress with matching shoes, handbag and hat. Beth was smiling ear to ear and admiring herself in the mirror, Faith beside her working on putting Beth's hair up. “Well done, you two,” Ms Kleinfelter nodded an acknowledgement; the girls had managed to put together, out of its diverse and scattered pieces, the entire original ensemble.

Everyone had taken photographs with their mobile phones--an extra one for Beth, on her own phone--disassembled the outfits, and put the clothes back. “For the second round, have some fun!” Ms Kleinfelter called. “You three chose glamour, next try leisure. Krystal, something glamorous for Hatha please.”

“I'm done then,” Umbriel smiled to Mikke. “This is my favourite party outfit.”

Mikke blushed. “I don't think it counts, we have to do the assignment,” she said.

“Try something that she actually wouldn't *want* to take off,” Ms Kleinfelter suggested. Umbriel raised an eyebrow, doubting that this was possible. Mikke began rummaging through the racks again.

For Aileen's second outfit, Kathy decided to go with what she did best – paint. It was time, she thought, that she showed Ms Kleinfelter her *real* talents. She ignored the racks, and fetched her paints from her bag. “You have thirty minutes left,” Ms Kleinfelter called, reminding the girls that there was *plenty* of time.

Krystal was feeling stuck. Hatha was quite cooperative, even keen, however she didn't appear to have any sort of natural personal style. No wonder she had fallen back to T-shirts or nudity. Not all that different from herself, apart from the nudity. Krystal wondered if Hatha's attitude was healthier than her own. She wondered where Hatha's family's store was. She wondered if they were hiring. She felt a stirring in her pussy as she thought about it. Aha, there is a nice piece. A dark-grey, glossy sheath of a dress, with a pattern like lizard scales, highlighted in gold. She brought it over to Hatha, who tried it on. Not bad at all. Matching shoes, and clearly Hatha had never worn high-heels before, so let's go instead with ... ah, ballet flats with the same pattern. Ideal. In the jewelry box she found a thick gold bracelet for Hatha's left wrist and a larger one for her right bicep. Looking *good*!

Mikke thought she may have resolved Umbriel's problem. At first she had thought it was a necklace, but on shaking it out, she realized what she had. A beautiful glass and steel bikini, the top made entirely of outlines, interior empty. It did not conceal the wearer's breasts, it highlighted them. The bottom was even better, a thong threaded with large mobile beads, intended to stimulate the wearer as she walked around. Umbriel loved it! The exhibitionistic swimmer could not have been happier were she completely nude. She and Mikke spent the rest of the time taking photographs and posting the best of them to Umbriel's Instagram and Facebook pages.


Kleinfelter's Way II - 5

Beth was not so easily pleased, and despite Faith's brilliant success with the first outfit, she still felt a little miffed at being second-choice. Beth actually liked wearing nice clothes, and although as a Thornwood swim team member she was no longer the least bit shy about public nudity, left to her own devices she would dress well. She decided to make life a little difficult for Faith, and found reasons to reject everything that the increasingly frustrated fashion student suggested. Finally Ms Kleinfelter stepped in, and after a brief dressing-down, so to speak, Beth became more cooperative. The final outfit was a very American-Apparel-esque style with a striped top, three-quarter-length pants, and white sneakers, which Beth grudgingly admitted she would be happy to wear.

Last of all, Kathy and Aileen. After Kathy explained her plans, Aileen was happy. Obviously it would be difficult to do a great job in the course of half an hour, however she could get the general idea across, and if she sprayed it with fixative Aileen could wear it over the weekend if she so chose. The design was a coiled serpent around and across Aileen's body, one breast a head striking for the other, an apple. Aileen's brown skin decorated with some strategic black lines evoked tree bark, and she graciously assented to having her hair painted green like leaves, with little red apple highlights.

Ms Kleinfelter looked at her students and their models and was very happy with what she saw. “Very well done, ladies. You four models, as your fee for today, may take home your outfits. Mikke and Umbriel, you finished first, so as a special bonus you may have these tickets to an art show I have sponsored, and you may come to the opening party. Mikke, there is another one of those beautiful bikinis in the box, and I would be honoured if you and Umbriel would wear them on the night.” Mikke gulped, and Umbriel grinned. “You may invite a person each if you wish.”

“Can I come to the art show too?” Faith enquired. Aileen snickered. Beth rolled her eyes.

“All of you may attend if you wish, however please do ensure that you dress as Umbriel is now dressed. Feel free to take a bikini.” She opened up a box. Faith took one out and began to try it on.

“Does it count for detention?” Aileen asked.

“Unfortunately no,” Ms Kleinfelter replied. “I have something special in mind for next time. We will be putting on a proper show later in the semester.” She held out the box. “Would you like to attend?” Aileen bit her lip and reached into the box.

One by one, each of the girls took one. Krystal was most hesitant. “Please try it on, Krystal. In fact why don't you all try them on.” Umbriel and Faith were ahead, and Aileen obviously was not wearing any actual coverage so found it easy, however everyone else had to strip off. Finally the group were all done, sixteen bare breasts surrounded by jewelry, eight bare-shaved pussies tightly chafing against the beads.

“Group photo!” Before anyone could object, Ms Kleinfelter took a photograph of the girls, deliciously nearly-naked. “I'll post this to the school Facebook page and it will appear in the school magazine. Well done, girls! My goodness, it's nearly five o'clock. Gather your belongings, and let's go!”

Clutching their clothing and bags the eight girls looked at each other in the corridor. Hatha giggled. Umbriel snickered. Krystal and Mikke looked at each other, in their absurd outfits. Seeing each other's horrified faces, they burst into laughter. Kathy joined in. Aileen joined in. Finally, Beth and Faith were overcome with laughter, all eight girls howling until tears ran down their faces.

Finally, the laughter died down a bit, and those who wanted to do so started getting dressed again. “Holy shit, is she always like that?” asked Umbriel, who seemed happy to remain in the bikini.

“Yeah, pretty much,” Faith replied. Faith pulled shorts and a halter top out of a small bag, and started putting them on over her bikini.

“What a trip!” Umbriel turned to Mikke. “Hey, thanks for my outfits. I really like them both. Especially this one. I'm going to test the waters on Monday, see if I can get away with it at school.”

“Yeah, me too,” nodded Hatha. “No, not the bikini! Or my shirt. I'm going to see if I can get some more outfits like that first one Krystal picked out for me.” She removed the bikini and started putting her new outfit back on.

Beth looked at Faith. “I don't like you much, Miss I'm So Cute and Pretty and Earnest and Naked, but that first outfit was amazing. Good job.” She nodded to Faith, and turned to dress.

“True,” agreed Aileen. “I forgive you for the Pinnacle.”

“What do you mean, *you* forgive *me*?” Faith spluttered.

“I've seen what she's like now. I doubt she even gave you a choice. She probably even knew we'd be upset. I'm sorry I braced you up over it but I thought I had to. Friends?” Aileen held out a bark-painted hand.

Faith hesitated a moment. Aileen was a bitch. She really was. She was blaming poor Ms Kleinfelter who was obviously innocent, and Aileen hadn't even really apologised properly to Faith. But it's better to be friends with a bitch than enemies with one. And she was obviously a very loyal and forthright person who cared a lot about her friends. And her friends were loyal to her too. Oh well. Let it go. “Okay, friends,” Faith said. She moved closer as if to hug Aileen, and Kathy jumped between them.

“WAIT!” Kathy shrieked. “I haven't sprayed the fixative yet!” Awkwardly, Faith extended her hand and slapped palms with Aileen, who turned it into a high-five.

“Thanks for this, too,” Aileen said to Kathy. “Umbriel and I are going to a party tonight, want to tag along?” Kathy blushed, and nodded. “Wanna wear this?” Aileen reached out and stroked Kathy's nipples, and Kathy blushed even harder. After a moment she nodded again. Aileen grinned.

Krystal turned to Hatha. “That reminds me. Is your dad hiring?”

Hatha smiled. “I do the hiring. Help me push the no-panties policy, and you're in.”

There was no more chapters in the actual Thornwood?

I'll have to read this one after I finish the Thornwood series.