Roger and Cynthia - Naked in School

by Ndenyal

Chapter 3

The twins returned to school and were amazed to realize that only three hours had passed. They stopped in the office to get late passes for their three missed periods when Mr Davis heard them speaking and called them into his office.

“I don’t know what the two of you think you’re doing, but I assure you that you will be in the Program. You also interfered with the start of the Program for all the others, too. Mr Cirota has already failed you for this first week so you’ll be doing...”

“Sir, stop. We will absolutely not participate and there’s no way to force us,” Roger interrupted. “You saw how physical force won’t work. Our parents back us completely. The local police will not interfere. Just how do you intend to try?”

“The federal Program office has enforcement people; they can make you comply.”

“Just how can they do that?” he retorted. “Using physical force? I think that there’s little they can do, and if they try physical force, they’ll be met with a greater force. The Marines protect their own, you know.”

“You won’t be allowed to graduate.”

“We’ve already been accepted in college with scholarships,” Cynthia shot back. “Do you think a college will care about a piece of paper called a diploma?”

“We’ll contact the college and have them withdraw the offer...”

“Right; if you try that, first, why would they listen?” she went on. “Second, that would make us wealthy after we sued this school district out of ten years of revenue. Please, sir, can we go now? Random threats aren’t going to change our minds and we’re here to go to school. Please don’t try to interfere with our right to get an education. That’s why the school’s here—to educate us, not to force a stupid, immoral program on us innocent kids who just want to be left alone to learn.”

“Okay, just go. I expect the Program enforcement people here tomorrow. You’ll see what they will do then.”

It was now their lunch period, so they went to the lunchroom and when they arrived, they noticed two naked students sitting at a table morosely picking at their lunch.

“Cindy, see if you can find any Marine kids you know; I’ll look too,” Roger said. “We need to help them.”

They were able to round up nine kids who they knew came from Marine families.

“Listen, guys. This has the backing of the base if not the Corps. Find anyone else you can and spread the word. We’re setting up a kind of platoon here—it’s the anti-Program platoon—and here’s how it’ll work. First, no Marine kids will participate. You have your folks’ backing on that, also the local cops’ too. Next, we need to protect the civilians so they can keep their honor intact as well. After all, the Marines’ mission is to serve and protect, right?

“We won’t allow groping or any contact that the Program person doesn’t want. We don’t let them enter the opposite sex’s lockers or toilets—and if that’s not possible, then we empty those rooms before the Program person enters. If there’s a forced classroom demo, we block the view of the class and block any cameras. If enough of us do this, they won’t be able to justify punishing us, especially if we do everything as civil disobedience in protecting the Program person’s privacy. Let’s try to make a bubble of privacy around everyone in the Program, starting now.”

“Question,” one of the girls said. “is this only for the Marine kids or can civilians help too?”

“Good point. I don’t know how civilian parents would react—I hope in the same way—but sure, civilian kids can do the duty too. Why don’t we all get insignia, yeah, the Eagle, Globe, and Anchor, to wear somewhere to identify us? They have various kinds of E-G-A logos at the BX store. Get some extras for the civilians you recruit too. Sound good? Let’s grow this outfit now!” Roger concluded.

He took two of the group over to the Program kids.

“Hey, guys,” he said as they came up to the table.

“You! Oh, god, what a show you put on in there. I was too scared to resist and now look at me. It’s been awful—I’ve never been so humiliated in my life. Oh, I’m Tony and a senior,” one of them said.

“Yeah, I can only imagine. I thought there would be more of you at lunch here, though.” Cynthia said.

“All the girls went somewhere else. One of them knew a place she said was out of the way. I think they skipped lunch. And my name is Dennis; I’m a senior too.”

“Oh, poor things. You know Roger and I pulled out because we’ve been forbidden to participate. Our Dad’s commanding general ordered that no Marine family was to do this and the Marines intend to enforce that. But we want to help you guys who don’t have that protection, so we’re trying to organize a group to interfere with the way the Program runs,” Cynthia explained. “You might see more and more kids start to appear who are going to protect you and keep other kids away from you both in the halls and in classes. We hope by tomorrow to have all of the Marines in school on board and maybe others too.”

“Wow, you can do that? That’s great!”

“Yeah, we’ll try. Get the word out to the others you see and tell them to watch for kids who show up to help them. We’re hoping to block the classroom demos too, and I think that today being the first day of the term the teachers aren’t set up for that yet,” Roger commented.

Cynthia broke in, “Say, do you know how many kids are actually left in the Program today?”

“Well, after you broke up the morning meeting, there were only eight finally left in the room, five guys and three girls. The others went to their classes and a number of them were rounded up later. I heard that a few went home and some are refusing too. There’s maybe twelve to fourteen naked kids now, but we haven’t seen everyone all together, of course. You two did a number on the teachers, though. The wrestling coach has his arm in a sling and both of the school’s guards are limping around,” he chuckled wryly.

“Well, try to spread the word about the protection we’re trying to set up,” Roger said as he looked away, since he saw Cynthia waving to Ayame. “Talk to these guys about your schedules to see if they can help you this afternoon. Gotta run now.”

“Rog, go over to Ayame and I’ll grab some food for us,” Cynthia said.

Ayame was frantic when Roger got to her.

“Roger, what happens with the naked students? Heard that everyone going to be forced to be naked this term—chigau! Can’t do that! I...”

“Shhhh, Ayame, it’s okay. First, the Marine families aren’t doing the Program and second, you’re a Japanese citizen as far as the school is concerned. They can’t force foreign citizens to forfeit personal things like privacy. And you don’t need a diploma from here, either, so you’re okay, right?”

“Guess. Was so scared when I didn’t find you and then found note. So scared, eh, no, concerned about how my scars look and they remind me of that awful fire,” she whispered as she began to cry.

Roger took her in his arms and soothed her and then she pulled away. “Okay now, kansha —errr, thank you. Just so scared and felt so alone. I have to get over that if I will be in U.S. for next few years.”

“Yeah, you’re right. Maybe that’s something to consider in your college choice—we’ve been accepted to college, Avery University in Atlanta, and that was one of your choices too, right?” Roger asked.

“We can think about it... hai. Have lots to think about now...”

Cynthia appeared with a tray heaped with food. “Ayame, I got some lunch for you, too. Is everything okay now? I saw how frantic you looked.”

“Yes, freak out over naked stuff. You never told me that this was to happen!”

“We didn’t know—that is, we assumed it was starting in the fall from what the last school newsletter said. They pushed up the starting date, apparently, because all the kids in the first group were totally shocked,” Roger commented. “That’s why we left school. You saw when we left home room; that’s when we found out we were selected for the group. We spoke to Dad and he’s setting up the protections for the Marine kids. I think there are two others from Marine families in the first group but don’t know who or where they are.”

Soon the bell sounded and the three teens left for their English class. On their way, Cynthia asked Ayame about what they had missed in their morning classes.

“In Anatomy and Physiology, we just covered the term’s schedule—it’s a syl... something...”

“Oh, syllabus.”

Hai. Then had Civics next period. What’s your second class again?”

“Second? We have Economics.”

“Oh, okay. Then gym, today and Thursdays. We had introduction and free time. Used those bicycles on stand. Then History and did the syl-bus thing there too. No preparation work for tomorrow was given.”

Roger looked at Ayame. “You were so upset at lunch—anything strange happen in class?”

Hai! In Civics there were two naked students and sensai asked them... err. He asked them if they wanted... it was to do onani-wo suru... ahh... what’s the word?”

Onani? Oh! Masturbate!” Cynthia exclaimed. “Yeah, it’s that Relief thing that’s supposed to be done first.”

Hai. Doing this in public? With people watching? Who... why... what is that for?” Ayame said in confusion.

“Damned if I know,” Roger muttered. “Supposed to make the kid ‘more comfortable with his body’ or something idiotic like that.”

“How does humiliation comfort someone?” she asked, now even more confused.

Cynthia put her hand on Ayame’s shoulder. “It’s not about the Program person, I’ve figured out. It’s about titillating the observers. It’s to teach us how to become compliant voyeurs, not to help the coerced participant. And from that booklet they handed out, it also encourages sexual assault. It’s what we learned to avoid in grade school—‘improper touching.’”

Roger continued, “And I’m sure that there were more disturbing things, right?”

Hai! In gym they told us that the boys and girls had to be together in locker rooms! And shower together too! I will not do that! I will not go in locker room with boys!”

“It’s ok; you won’t have to do that. I can see why hearing that freaked you out. You don’t even have to be in gym at all, you know,” Cynthia soothed her. “We’re going to try to keep the boys and girls apart, and... OH! Rog, I have a better idea—let’s get all the boys to use the girls’ lockers and vice versa. The rules say that Program people have to use the opposite sex’s facilities. Let’s extend that to everyone. It’s not against the rules.”

“Cyn, that’s fantastic! Great idea!” The bell rang just then. “Let’s continue this after class is over,” Roger finished.

After English they walked to Psychology and continued discussing their plans for the week when Roger’s cell phone chirped.

“Um, got a text. Must be important—everyone knows not to text during school. Let’s see who it is.... Oh, from Dad. All the Marine kids—and the camp civilian workers too—are being texted by their folks to meet outside the stadium after school. Some of the MP officers will be there to tell us what we’ll be able to do for tomorrow.”

“Wow, Dad works so fast,” Cynthia said.

“Yeah, that’s why he’s at the top rank so young, Cyn. He’s a real go-getter.”

In their last class, Psychology, the teacher went over the term’s topics and then looked around the class.

“We’re supposed to have some Program students in class this week.” She looked at a paper. “Roger Denison? Cynthia Denison?”

They raised their hands.

“You’re supposed to be naked. This is a serious Program violation and I understand that the punishment for improperly concealing your body is doing another day in the Program.”

“Ma’am?” Cynthia said. “We’re not doing the Program at all and we told that to Mr Davis this morning.” The classroom rang out in gasps. “They attempted to use physical force on us too and we had to use force to resist. No one will be making us participate this week or ever.”

“But you must participate, it’s mandatory, and you’ll have to do some demonstrations for the class this week.”

“Ma’am, Cynthia told you. We’re not doing the Program, so no demonstrations—not naked ones. We’re under firm orders from our parents that we must not participate, and we would never disobey our parents. But if you have any demonstrations that don’t involve nudity—or humiliation—we’ll consider doing them.”

“Students, tomorrow you will appear in this classroom naked; I will have a guard in here who will see to it that your clothes are off. And if you don’t cooperate, it’ll affect the participation part of your grades.”

Murmurs rang out from the class.

“I think you’ll have a little difficulty having a guard come if you tell him who he’ll be expected to strip,” Cynthia said with a broad grin. “Neither of the school’s guards would want to land in the hospital if they tried attacking me again, you know. And please don’t threaten to lower our grades for a non-academic reason. You know that wouldn’t be fair. Hey, and you don’t need live models, you know. Just teach the course like you did last year, right? Before the Program started. I’m sure you have plenty of resources that you used then.”

Now there was a smattering of tentative applause and the teacher glared angrily at the class. She picked up some papers and began to hand them out to the class, continuing on with her introductory comments.

After class a few kids came up to the twins and identified themselves as having a Marine parent and saying that they got texts about the meeting later.

One of the guys said, “I figured you were Marine as soon as you said your folks nixed the Program. So it was you guys who damaged the guards this morning? That’s cool. I can’t stand the skinny one, he’s a real snot, like high and mighty. Glad you hurt him. We need to get to the stadium now, right?

On the way out of the school they used the athletic entrance. Cynthia said, “Oh, we’re missing the re-dressing at the main doors, you know. We’ll miss seeing how many kids are actually in the Program today.”

“Yeah. But we’ll see them tomorrow. That’s soon enough.”

The siblings and Ayame walked to the stadium area and saw that a fairly large crowd was gathering. A few minutes later, an amplified voice rang out. Roger looked around and saw a few uniformed Marines standing near several MP vehicles.

“At ease!” the voice called. “I’m Lt Col Mosby, commander of the camp’s military police unit. Thanks for following your folks’ requests and joining us here. In case you’ve had your head buried in your books today and don’t know, we’ve had somewhat of a turmoil created by your school here and this new nudity program they’ve started. First, General Markus has ordered that Corps families were not to participate and the school started the Program today with no warning and made it mandatory. Second, there were four kids from Marine families selected. Two resisted; I’ll get to that in a second, and two left the school since their fathers had previously received PCS orders.”

Ayame whispered to Cynthia, “What’s that?”

“Permanent change of station. They’re moving away,” she whispered back.

“Those two will be withdrawing tomorrow since the families will be moving soon. Now the resistors. Are the Denisons here?” They waved their hands. “Well done, guys; we’re proud of you for many reasons. Students, first, Cynthia Denison is the world champion judo in her division and Roger won a bronze medal in the same competition. Let’s give them a Corps salute!”

The group cheered loudly.

“Second, when school officials attempted to force Cynthia and Roger to disrobe, they resisted and had to use their judo skills to protect themselves. This is what General Markus told me that he wants you all to know. Recall how the Marines’ Hymn goes: the fifth line is, ‘First to fight for right and freedom and to keep our honor clean.’”

Ayame plucked Cynthia’s sleeve. “Him?”

“Shhh... after.”

“The Denisons did precisely that and General Markus sends his thanks to you. ‘Fight for right’ means that you followed your parents’ instructions and did what was morally proper in their eyes and in the Corps’ philosophy. ‘And freedom’ means you acknowledged the freedoms that our Constitution gives, including your privacy rights. Finally, ‘keep our honor clean’ means you didn’t dishonor yourselves, your family, and your Marine family by participating in an immoral, indecent, and humiliating activity.

“The Denisons have offered to be the leaders in a passive resistance against the Program and will need everyone’s support here. Will they have it?”

The crowd roared, “Yes!”

“Good! Some stats now. Your school has about 2130 students; of those there are 232 students from Marine families and 134 students whose parents work as civilians on the base. It seems like the school will try to have 24 students in the Program each week. How many of you here are from Corps families?”

Almost everyone raised their hands.

“Let’s hand out a sheet with some ideas that were floated about resisting Program elements. Since we don’t want to tip our hands—please see that you don’t lose these sheets—the items on it are somewhat cryptic so I’ll explain. They’re based on Program rules.”

Mosby went on to explain the Denisons’ ideas for helping the Program kids and Cynthia clarified her idea for using the locker rooms and restrooms.

“Now it was also suggested to use a way of identifying the students who will be helping and the E-G-A symbol was suggested. I have a batch of patches to hand out to anyone who needs one, but you can also use a pin, button, or even a tee shirt with the Eagle, Globe, and Anchor logo. Tomorrow the first Program group will have to strip outside so the idea was to have them always surrounded by protection. Roger or Cynthia, do you want to come here to explain?”

Roger took the mike. He noticed that the speaker was apparently located in the police car behind him.

“Hi, guys, I’m really grateful for your support in doing this and thanks! There are those three things on the list that are the hot items: Reasonable Requests, locker and restrooms, and classroom demos. The Relief item is separate because it seems that no one is forced to do that. So for Requests, Cindy and I think that if someone is already doing a Request, then they don’t have to stop doing that if someone else makes a different Request. The protector people will ask the Program kid to do something ordinary, like to walk along with the group to their next classroom. That will keep the kid from having to do anything they don’t want to do.

“Cindy told you her idea for the locker rooms. We’ll guard the rooms and only let the boys go into the girls’ lockers and vice versa. Same with the restrooms. The classroom demos are the hardest. They say they’re going to video them. Just block the video cameras however you can. Be clumsy, sabotage them, get right in front of them, or completely surround the demo kid so no one can see him or her. The teacher will probably make threats but there are enough of us that the threats are probably empty. Col Mosby, what kind of legal backing can we get?”

“Very good point, Roger. I was going to cover that next. For any academic retaliation based on your not cooperating on Program matters, the Corps Judge Advocate unit will intervene with the school. If the school tries to withhold diplomas or transcripts, the JA unit will obtain them through legal channels. Any use of physical force can be resisted both by yourself or by aiding another person. I will have a MP unit always on standby which will respond to a call for help and I’m placing a Corps MP at the school as our own resource officer. The local police and sheriff’s departments are letting us take the lead on student protection while the Program is operating. And no Corps family student need participate, you’ll have our complete backing when you resist. I suggest you buy a sports whistle and carry it with you, use it to attract attention if you need help.

“Pass the word to your friends who couldn’t be here today about what we’re doing. The protection will begin tomorrow morning in front of the school and we’re not going to try to assign anyone to any specific role. This will be most successful if it’s completely informal. It has to look random and disorganized to work best, okay? That’s all we have. Are there any questions?”

Apparently there weren’t any, general ones, that is. But a few kids came up to the colonel to ask about how they could resist if they were called to participate.

“My advice is based on how you’re called to participate. I understand that the people are called Mondays from home room. If your name is called, just don’t go. That will avoid a confrontation in the school office away from those who can support you. If you’re asked to disrobe in other situations, simply refuse and walk away—don’t argue; politely decline and walk,” he responded.

“Now, Denisons,” he said turning to the twins, “your dad mentioned that he found out that Program enforcers are supposed to be coming to the school tomorrow. If they do, we’ve got your backs. If they ask you to strip, then refuse. Don’t fight them unless they try to use force on you. If they ask you to leave school with them, then go with them but only to the school doors and we’ll take it from there. Normally we can’t get involved with civilian matters, but we’ve got some unique conditions here. First, the school is actually on government land; the feds allowed the school to be built on the base’s land because it serves so many Marine families. Also, we have reciprocity agreements with the local law enforcement agencies and they are now allowing us to take the lead in covering the school. Finally, we have clearance from the Corps for this sort-of civilian role, too, which is very unusual, so there must be some political forces at work behind the scenes.”

“You mean that the MPs can do what the school’s police resource officers did?” Roger asked.

“Basically yes. Our MPs are sworn law enforcement personnel too, and according to agreements with the state, are deputized as state police officials. That’s because the base is so large. Having our MPs patrol federal property and the immediately surrounding areas helps local law enforcement and gives our men civilian arrest powers.”

The group was breaking up and the siblings and Ayame left too.

“‘Him’ is new word? Not like ‘her’?” Ayame reminded Cynthia.

“Right, h-y-m-n,” Cynthia answered. “A song, but like an official kind of song. We used to sing that one when we were little—remember this? ‘From the halls of Montezuma to the shores of Tripoli...”

“Oh! Hai, I remember that! You used to make up funny words to go with that, too.”

“That’s right, you do remember. We had lots of fun then, didn’t we?”

Hai... yes, and remember how wrestled me, too. I liked, and when Roger hold me down on floor—and you would tickle! When you moved away, missed you some much.”

They returned home.

“Kids, got a call from the school late this morning,” their mom said when they walked into the house. “The person said you were selected for that naked Program and refused to cooperate. I told her that you were obeying our orders; we had forbidden you from participating. She hung up. Then your dad called and told me that you went to see him. Anything you want to add?”

They filled in their mom about the day’s happenings. Then came dinner, after which Roger and Cynthia spent most of their time talking with school friends about the Program resistance and then with Ayame.

Ehh, Roger, I forget. Your coach looking for you in gym. You supposed to be for swimming practice, remember?” Ayame suddenly exclaimed. “With everything that happens, I forgot all about, sorry.”

“That’s okay, I’ll see him tomorrow. Say, Cyn, you think they’ll try to pull a fast one with my clothes when I’m in swimming? You know, I just won’t put them in a locker. I’ll put them in a little duffel and bring them to the pool where I’ll see them. Lock the bag to a seat. Maybe I’m paranoid, but I can’t trust them now.”

The rest of the evening was uneventful.


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