"Morning, Richie!"   Richard wasn't up for it. It had been a week since school started. A week full of feeling uncomfortable and humiliated in front of about 40 little girls. A week full of flowers and shrubs and the warm sun. A week of his wife telling him, every single time after they got home, that it would be more fun and easier next time. A week of that premonition never coming true. A week of his rapist staring at him in class. And of course, a week of his wife asking for sex minutes after coming home. Richard rolled over in bed.   "Anais, I don't wanna go to school today."   He sensed his wife rub the side of his belly.   "But Richie, today's the day I teach a class with Missus Wilson! You and her husband will be the crown jewels of the piece!"   She pushed against him, not like it would help, just as a gesture.   "Come on, get up, sweetie."   Richard's hands felt tied. He couldn't say no to her. Zombie like, he shuffled out of bed, and opened his shelves on the dresser.   "Oh, Richard," said Anais, "I thought I told you. Today's your first day in your natural outfit!"   "My... What?"   "Aw, I thought you were listening yesterday."   Anais got out of bed and pulled her husband's pants down along with his undies, something that made Richard pull them back up in panic.   "Anais! What're you doing!?"   "Richie... It's school rules. No clothes on boys after the first week. Isn't that neat? No fancy uniforms, no-"   "Anais, I'll be naked in front of little girls!"   "Richie. We've talked about this before. They know what you look like naked. They like seeing you naked. You won't get arrested or anything. There's nothing wrong with-"   "Nothing wrong with being naked in front of little girls!?"   Anais took a deep breath and exhaled after a few seconds.   "Yes. Nothing's wrong with that now. Do I have to explain it further?"   "...Yes! Please! Did society just flip on its head when Nicole divorced me?"   "Technically you divorced her, and you let it happen."   "No, I didn't!"   *beep-beep!*   Anais sighed, frustrated.   "Let's go."   "Anaiiis!"   "What!?"   Anais was proper mad now. Richard felt it; raw uncontainable anger, similar to Nicole's. He backed off immediately.   "I... I'm sorry..."   Anais calmed down, her husband starting to cry. She patted him on the back while he sobbed.   "I'm really sorry, Richie dear. But I really need you for today. You're very important to me and the class. Besides, you'll get used to it. You don't need clothes. Everyone's gonna love you walking in like a natural man. Right?"   Richard was still sad inside as Anais took off his shirt, as well as his pants and undies. He forced a half-smile and stood up.   "Alright, Anais... I'll give today a shot."   Anais grinned, her cute little buck teeth visible.   "That's the spirit, daddy!"   While Anais led Richard out to the bus, he couldn't forget the real dynamic between them.   She's my daughter. I'm her dad. We can't be married. This isn't normal. This isn't normal!   The bus ride to school was the same as always. No one seemed to care that he was totally naked. He was anxious and mildly shaking as Anais led him off the bus, the crowd of girls not there. Anais once again led him to her classroom. This time, there was a different chair at the desk; a bigger chair made more for someone his size. Anais giggled, letting him sit down in it.   "Isn't it a perfect size for you, Richie?"   "Uh... Yeah, I guess..."   "I ordered it just for you! Now sit tight while I get us some breakfast - iiit's PANCAKE DAY!"   Anais happily skipped out the door, leaving Richard alone like normal. He twiddled his thumbs, the butterfiles in his stomach growing.   She said class today is with Missus Wilson... I don't remember any Wilsons around to- oh, oh, oh wait! It was that creepy rainbow guy who liked touching stuff! I forgot what his wife looked like, though...   This time, instead of Petunia Fitzgerald, in came a blue girl with rainbow hair and an orange boy.   Hey, I remember! That's one of Gumball's friends!   "You're, uh, Tobias?" asked Richard. The blue girl smiled while Tobias looked away.   "That's not my name," she said. "But it's his."   She kneeled down and kissed Tobias on the cheek, making him visibly nervous. She looked back at Richard.   "I'm Missus Wilson, but you can call me Rachel. And, like you said, this is Tobias! He's my brother. It's very nice to meet you!"   Richard was feeling gross again.   "Your brother?"   "Yup. But for all intents and purposes, he's my husband."   "Oh no..."   Richard put his hands in his face.   "I think everyone's gone crazy..."   "Uh-"   Tobias attempted to speak before bein shushed by Rachel. She continued to grin like nothing was wrong.   "Anyways, I teach one of the two middle school level classes here. I know your class doesn't learn about sex for a few months, but good ol' Toby here is doing a great job with showing my girls how it's done. Right, Toby?"   Tobias' eyes seemed to dart from place to place.   "W- w- well... Yyyeah?"   "Damn right!"   She slapped Tobias on the ass before playfully covering her mouth.   "Oops. I used PG-13 language in a PG environment! My bad! I was going to say, I just wanted to introduce you two before the school day starts!"   The door opened; it was Anais holding two trays with buttermilk pancakes.   "Oh! Missus Wilson! So great to see you!"   Anais set the trays on the desk.   "Dig in, hubby. I'm gonna chat with Missus Wilson."   Richard looked at the pancakes - Anais had already poured syrup in a heart shape on them, the little sweetheart - and began to eat. On the tray, there were also sausage links and diced potatoes - not a bad breakfast at all, he thought. Anais and Rachel chatted about menial subjects, like how Rachel had helped start a community garden, or about the latest episode of which ever seedy soap opera was playing. For the first time in this room, he felt... at ease. Like some degree of normalcy had set in. He finished the tasty pancakes and worked on the rest of his breakfast when Rachel and Tobias left the room, leaving him and his wife to themselves.   "So, Richie..."   Anais looked Richard in the eyes, a heavy seductive glare shattering his false sense of security.   "I was wondering... Our lessons on sex don't start for a while, but..."   She sat on his lap, nothing but bare skin underneath that orange dress.   "I wanna have some before-school playtime with you. And if the girls walk in, so be it."   Richard quickly sensed the adrenaline pumping through him, his intense fear making him shake.   "A- Anais... I can't-"   She lifted her dress, showing him her bare bottom.   "Richie-kins, don't be such a Donnie Downer. It's just a bit of fooling around. You'll love it once we start."   "N- noooo!"   He was too scared to move. His hands were shaking like crazy. Anais calmly ran a hand down his belly.   "Richie, relax... Honey, just relax and let yourself go..."   She moved from his lap. He felt the same wet, slimy feeling on his dick from last week. He shook his head.   "No, no, nooo..."   The door opened. A few girls entered, seemingly unfazed by what their teacher was doing. One girl, the fox girl, got close only to pull out her phone.   "I'm recording it, Missus Watterson!"   Anais smiled while pushing herself down on Richard's cock. Richard closed his eyes, feeling him... inside her. His daughter. He felt sick. Fall-down throw-up sick. But he kept his composure as well as he could. He felt every second of his cock breaching her, hitting and bypassing her cervix in moments. It got much more tight as he hardened. Her insides were moist. Sickening. Anais' eyes rolled back.   "Mmm, Richie... Ooh, yeah, you're waaay past my cervix now... Promise me you're gonna fill me nice and good, okay? I love you so much, baby..."   She was doing all the work as girls began to gather around them, realizing what they were doing. They were having sex months before the course. Phones began to turn on, to take pictures, to record, to livestream. She was grinding him, his cock deep inside her. Richard was about to pass out.   Ooohhh... Oh, gosh, no...   He was outside... Outside of himself. There weren't any pretty flowers here. He was somewhere... Higher. Above the classroom, above the town.   Did I... D-I-E...?   He was feeling emotionally numb to everything. No pain, no sadness, no joy, no anger, not even apathy. Just nothing. Void of everything. He felt pins and needles all across him. He didn't feel like he could control his body. He could faintly hear cheering from somewhere. But that didn't matter. He relaxed, closed his eyes again, and let the pins and needles put him to sleep.   "Richie? Riiichiiie? Wakey wakey, sleepyhead!"   Richard mumbled and grumbled, being jostled by his wife. He saw the hardwood surface of what he remembered as the floor at home.   I... I slept through the whole thing! I'm back home!   Feeling the closest to happy in a week, he tried to lift his head. His vision still blurry, he could hardly make out a thing before lightly settling back on the hardwood surface. He heard someone talking.   "You... Want me to call the nurse?"   "Don't worry. I'm sure he's fine."   It was Anais talking with... that blue girl. Rachel. His vision slightly cleared up. He lifted his head again. He could make out several shapes - an ice cream cone, a piece of paper, some orange thing that was probably that Tobias boy. But why would they all be at his house? He felt someone grab his wrist.   "His pulse seems a teensy bit low, yeah... Someone wanna get him some juice? I know the nurse has some."   Some indecipherable commotion took place before silence took hold again. He heard a door open and shut. Richard was starting to lose hope that he was at home.   I don't... think we have a nurse back at the house...   He moved his legs, trying to stand up. Anais put her hands on him.   "Hey, hey, hey, just stay there, smoochies. We'll give you a minute to come back to earth. Okay, sweetie?"   "Uh... Uuuuhhhhh..."   He heard Rachel chuckle.   "Jeez, Anais! Save some of his spunk for the rest of us!"   He heard laughter in the room before the door opened again. Anais stood on his lap.   "Rachel, be a dear and start the lesson, will you? Richie will join in once he's ready."   "Not a problem."   Anais held a small juice box up to Richard's lips.   "Wow, honey, you're pale as Carrie. Sip on this for me, pleasies?"   He felt a straw poke his mouth. He wrapped his clammy lips around the straw and sucked, feeling sweet, sugary juice go down his throat. His vision got much more clear within the minute. He knew he wasn't at home, so it wasn't a shock to see it confirmed. He was sitting on the floor, figuring that he must have passed out. Rachel droned on about meaningless drivel. Anais was looking in his eyes, smiling.   "Better, daddy?"   Richard had drank all the juice. He pulled back, sighing.   "I think..."   "Good. You slumped over and I was like 'oh my gosh'! Thank goodness you're alright, hubby. Tell ya what, how about we reschedule for tomorrow? That ok? Sure thing."   He felt a kiss on his cheek. He closed his eyes again, hearing Anais say something about how they'll have to come back tomorrow. He went back to sleep. No dreams, no thoughts. Just void.   "Hey Richie, it's time to go home. C'mon, buddy!"   "...uuuhhh?"   Groggy and unaware, Richard felt his hand being taken by his wife.   "Heheh, you sleep like a baby, Richie. You're so adorable... But you gotta get up. Don't wanna miss the bus home!"   "uh, uh-huh..."   Richard didn't quite understand what was going on as he got into a standing position and stumbled behind his wife. He could still taste the pancakes he had for breakfast - not a bad taste to have in one's mouth - while trailing Anais to a seat on the bus. He sat near the window, gazing out of it.   "Hey, Richie, check it out. We went viral!"   He glanced over, not paying any attention to the phone Anais was holding up. He nodded and went back to looking out the window. Before long, they were back outside the house. Richard and Anais got up and left their seats, getting back in their house. There was something... odd about Anais. There was a bulge in her dress that wasn't there before. Richard was too sleepy to inquire about it before Anais shot him a smile.   "You need a shower, mister! All that sitting on your butt got it all dusty and icky! Not to mention how it'll wake you up. Because guess who ordered pizza tonight? And I know a lovely little movie we can watch!"   "Uh? Uh, yeah, great, sweetheart."   "Heehee! Just go and shower up, Mister Sweat!"   While Richard went into the bathroom, he couldn't help but notice Anais tenderly rubbing the bulge in her dress.   "Anais? What's that?"   She giggled.   "I think you'll find out in... About nine months. Heeheehee!"   Her statement didn't exactly register with Richard as he went to the bathroom and turned the shower on. He sat on the marble shower floor, letting water run down him. He tried to block out the sensation the water made while it ran down his cock and balls, as it made him feel confused and nauseous. He stared at his feet, his ears drooped.   That means tomorrow... Tomorrow's gonna be the day Missus Wilson comes back to our class.