Very early Thursday morning, Roger left for swimming practice. He found that he actually enjoyed the hard work because it gave him a chance to forget about the problems that the Program week was causing and he could use his frustrations to push himself physically. The coach had them doing eight sets of 25-yard wind sprints followed by 200 yards of freestyle, and then repeating the wind sprints with backstroke, and finally breaststroke. It was a pretty grueling practice session.
It was a very tired Roger who trudged into home room that morning.
“Crap! I’m starved!” he muttered to Cynthia.
“Hey, bro,” she said. “I was thinking about you—you never take care of yourself. Guess what I brought for you,” and she pulled a bag out of her backpack.
Roger looked inside the bag. “Oh, god, thanks; you’re just wonderful—I love ya,” he said as he kissed her and checked out the granola bars, a couple of energy bars, and a bottle of real fruit juice which she had packed. “Just the perfect energy replenishment—protein and complex carbs. I really love you!”
“Just remember this for next time, stud. I won’t always be so nice to you,” she joked.
Roger didn’t answer; his mouth was too full.
When he was finished stuffing himself, he asked Cynthia, “Any new word on the Program crap today?”
“No, it actually looks like the naked kids have mostly blended into the background now. They’re still traveling around with packs of kids surrounding them, but now it’s more like a group of friends just walking together. Looks like a lot of new friendships are being formed and I heard that some romances may have started up—and not only with the nude kids, either. The kids that became involved in protecting a Program person were kind of thrown together with other kindred spirits. It’s way cool that something like that’s happening.”
During the class change after home room, Roger saw what Cynthia had mentioned. It seemed that no one took much notice when a Program girl passed them walking with her group and talking to those around her. Still, Ayame acted nervous when she looked at the scene and then averted her eyes in embarrassment. The trio arrived in their anatomy classroom and once again there was no question about the twins’ lack of participation. It seemed to the Denisons that the teacher had become resigned to conducting a normal lesson without involving the Program. And they were perfectly happy with that fact.
At lunch they found their way to the table where the Program group had begun to gather. Sandra, Wilma, and Melanie were there and then Dennis came over, followed by Tony and David.
Cynthia looked at Melanie. “Well, I see you decided to brave it out, at least for another day.”
“Yeah, I did. What the hell. This still ain’t no freakin’ fun, and I don’t know why I’m bothering to stay with it—but nothing bad’s happened, thank God, so we’ll see. And no one is staring at me now. Shit, that gave me the creeps on Monday and Tuesday. Monday, before the other people started that cool escort business, that was damned terrifying!”
Sandra spoke then. “My mom took me to the doc yesterday after school. The doc put me on Valium for anxiety. Mom spoke to the principal and told him what was happening to me and you know what he told her? That kids with anxiety issues going through the Program in other schools improve as the week goes on and they’re better at the end of the week! What a crock! My doc says that she’s heard of greatly increased cases of anxiety and panic, even depression and suicide among teens in the past two years, and it’s during the past two years that the Program was rolled out to the schools.”
“Anyone have any other issues with teachers, guys? Dennis, did you get in trouble over the demo that didn’t work yesterday?”
“Not really. Say, I didn’t tell you that the teacher tried to get it on video but someone had slipped the lens cap over the lens. The cap was hanging on a string attached to the camera and they just stuck it on the lens. The teacher was pissed when he found that. Maybe he got the message because he didn’t try anything today.”
“Hey, that’s good,” Sandra said. “I’m hoping nothing comes up in the rest of my classes today or tomorrow. Even with this pill, I’m still nervous. And it’s making me a little drowsy but that may be because I haven’t been sleeping well. And the doc said to be careful with these pills, they’re habit-forming.”
After lunch, Ayame spoke to the twins as they went to class. “It’s awful that kids have to take medicines just to calm them down, isn’t it?”
“Yes it is. I wonder why there aren’t medical reports about the effects of the Program on kids,” Cynthia said.
“Might have to do with gathering enough data, Cyn. Remember the unit in Health on drug abuse last year? How many subjects were needed in a study to be able to get the statistics needed to write a report? And someone has to pay for the study, too. I’d bet the government wouldn’t pay for a study of the mental health problems caused by the Program.”
After English the three went to Psych and were pleased that Mason had indeed prepared a lesson on social phobias.
“Class, the topic that I agreed to cover in today’s lesson, phobias, ties in nicely to some parts of the Naked in School Program. You know that the Program propaganda, its initial selling point, explained that its purpose was to help teens become more comfortable with issues like body image, modesty, self-assurance, sexuality, and morality. As children approach puberty their body changes and this happens to different people at different ages and different rates. Being different in appearance from one’s peers can cause shyness and modesty issues. So can a child’s cultural background—how their culture or religion views the body. The Program is basically a cultural educational curriculum whose objective is to externalize the whole range of psychological issues that a teen experiences as he or she matures. It tries to make their sexuality public and forces the participants to accept an identical set of moral values.
“Depending on a lot of variables, like genetics, learned behaviors, and events and personal experiences, a teen can become somewhat modest, even a little withdrawn, and this is totally expected and it’s normal. But when the modesty is accompanied by reactions of excessive anxiety or even panic, then it’s abnormal and is known as a ‘phobia.’ The social phobias include many different kinds of situations that can include speaking in public, meeting new people, being criticized or teased, getting called on in class, attending social gatherings, using public bathrooms, and one really big one is being asked to perform on a stage or in front of a class.
“It’s completely normal to have low levels of anxiety when you’re in a new situation or if you feel you have to perform for someone in some fashion. Everyone knows what stage-fright feels like. When it becomes a problem is when one has symptoms like trembling, palpitations, difficulty breathing, excessive blushing, sweating, and even nausea. The typical age for the first appearance of this kind of anxiety disorder is 13 years old and these anxieties are actually quite common—about 7 percent of the population has some form of social phobia.
“You’ve probably heard of other kinds of phobias too, like fear of heights, of open spaces, of flying, of spiders, and of snakes. Even the number 13 has a phobia. There are also phobias about being naked or seeing others naked; those are not from simple modesty but actually stem from the body’s fear response. Someone who suffers from any of these phobias gets physical symptoms when they are exposed to the stimulus and helping those people deal with their phobia takes extended periods of therapy. And just like social phobia, these so-called ‘specific phobias’ can be caused by personal experiences, learned or modeled behaviors, or even genetic predisposition.
“For the kids in the Program in other schools where it’s been run longer than here, I’ve heard about many psychological problems occurring; these have been discussed among teachers in our professional meetings but the stories are only anecdotal evidence of problems since no one’s done a formal survey. Any questions so far?”
“Why haven’t there been any studies done?” a student asked.
“Please don’t attribute this comment to me,” she said, “but doing any studies using federal funds has been virtually prohibited by the government so far and privacy laws related to studying minors and medical privacy regulations make it even more difficult to get subjects. The community of psychological professionals is trying very hard to break through those barriers since this is such a sensitive and important area. Anyway, I’ve skipped way ahead in our class so we need to get back to where we were in the basics again, discussing behavior. We were up to a discussion of coping strategies, so let’s continue with that topic.”
Soon the class ended and the twins and Ayame left the classroom.
“Hell, Mason really went out on a limb about the Program, didn’t she?” Cynthia asked.
Roger agreed. “Remember the crap she started with on Monday? Those questions? How the hell would we learn about psychology if we spent all that time talking about our sexual history? Ayame, what did you think of the class today?”
“Oh, it was very interesting,” Ayame said. “There were some words I didn’t understand but I wrote down how they sound. Can you help with them later?”
“Of course, sweetie,” Roger said. Probably a lot of the words are in the text, too.”
“Yes, I saw some there I didn’t know. I need to learn a lot of unfamiliar words.”
Later that evening the three kids were relaxing in Roger’s room after they finished their school work.
Roger was sitting at the head of his bed and Ayame was lying on her back near Roger’s feet. Cynthia was in a chair next to Roger’s desk and they were discussing the week.
“Tomorrow is the last day for the first Program group, you know,” Cynthia said. “I think that there are only about six to eight kids actually participating now. I wish there was some way of finding out what’s happening at other schools doing the Program.”
“Can’t you do search on web?” Ayame asked.
“I tried yesterday,” Cynthia said. “All I got were some government sites.”
“Did you look on the social sites?” Roger asked.
“No, let me try. Can I use your computer?”
“Sure, Cyn.”
After a while, Cynthia turned around to talk to the others. “Well, there’s a few references to the Program in some postings. But to see them you have to be on the page owner’s approved list. I sent requests to those page owners so let’s see if they let me join their circle of friends. I also sent a text to all my contacts asking if they know about any other schools.”
Roger and Ayame were now sitting next to each other, holding hands and looking into each other’s eyes.
“Um, I think I’ll leave you two now,” Cynthia said with a grin. “You two look so cute together. You can kiss, I won’t be embarrassed. After all, just think of what they expect in school from people in the Program—kissing is so lame. They want kids to fuck each other in public!”
She left the room as Ayame and Roger came together in a kiss.
“Oh, Roger, this is nice,” Ayame sighed. “I love the feeling of your arms around me.”
Roger stroked her shoulders and back as they kissed. Then he moved his other hand around and began stroking her belly, moving it higher and higher until he touched the underside of her breast. She sighed and took his hand, pressing it against her breast.
“You can touch me here if you want, darling,” she breathed.
“Are you sure, sweetie? I don’t want to go too fast or make you uncomfortable.”
“Oh, my, you saw me all naked already, you know,” she giggled.
“Well, only for a second, and you still had a bra on...”
“Ehh? Then for my koishii, here,” she said as she pulled her top off. “Now you see what you missed. I try not doing what Miss Mason say is phobia, not ashamed of body for koishii.”
“Oh, sweetie, what are you doing...” Roger gasped as she slipped her bra straps off her shoulders and lowered her bra, exposing her B-cup breasts to his open-mouthed gaze. “Oh my god, you’re gorgeous!” he exclaimed. “Can I touch you, darling?”
Ayame fastened her lips to Roger’s as she murmured, “Yes, touch me... mmmmm, nice,” she sighed as she felt Roger’s hand slide over the silky smooth skin of her breast. Then she gasped as he took a nipple between his fingers and tweaked it. “Ooohh! Do that again!”
He did.
“Ayame, I think you’re just so pretty,” Roger said. “I love being with you, talking to you, just being together. And kissing you is totally awesome, too,” he said as he mashed his lips into hers and the two lay back on the bed, embracing and kissing.
Roger’s hands wandered down Ayame’s bare back to her shorts, but when he pushed a hand under the waistband of her panties, she pulled back a little.
“Eehhh, Roger, not ready for that yet, I’m sorry, koishii, darling.”
“Oh, sorry! I said I would respect you but got carried...” he exclaimed but was cut off by another oral attack as Ayame thrust her tongue into his mouth.
Then Roger pulled away and began kissing her chin, throat and then her nipples, taking her breasts into his mouth and running his tongue over her stiff nipples until she squeaked with pleasure. Then there was a tapping at the door and the two pulled away.
“It’s Cindy. Can I come in?” came the whisper.
“Just a sec...” Roger said but Ayame quickly nodded.
“She can come. Is okay.”
“Okay, Cyn, come on in,” Roger called.
She entered, looked at Ayame, and her hand flew to her mouth.
“Oh my, Ayame, seducing my little brother?” she giggled. “Don’t the two of you look sooooo cute! Ayame, I could eat you up, you’re so pretty. Bro, isn’t she a hottie?”
Ayame blushed. So did Roger. “Ayame said it was okay to come in, but not to embarrass her, you know,” he began.
Ayame put a finger on his lips. “Is okay, Cindy knows how I feel about you and I don’t mind her seeing me like this. I’m trying very much to get used to American nudity custom...” the twins both snorted at that, “...and besides, Roger’s seen all of me now, too. And you have too, Cindy. I decide that I need to get some sureness... eehhh, comfort? ...at being looked at and best way starts with people I love most,” she finished shyly, looking down, flushed again.
Cynthia sat on the bed and grabbed Ayame, pulled her into an embrace, and kissed her cheek firmly.
“Oh, Ayame, I love you so much, too!” she cried. “You don’t mind kissing me, do you?”
Ayame pressed her lips to Cynthia’s as they held their embrace.
Ayame murmured as they kissed, “I’ve wanted forever so to kiss you. I love two of you and so glad we can be together like this.”
The three spent a few more minutes in a mutual hugging and kissing session and then Cynthia broke the mood.
“I actually wanted to tell you guys something, not break up your lovefest. I got a response from a kid who let me see her Facepage posts, but not before she gave me the third degree. She made me do a webcam IM and I had to show her my school ID, driver’s license, and a copy of the school newspaper to prove I wasn’t a government agent. So her posts show that her school ran the Program last year, they began it early, and had some bad things happen like this one kid she said had to be hospitalized; she panicked at being picked and ran out of the school, tripped, and fell down the steps.
“In another group, a very shy boy fainted when he was forcibly stripped, hit his head on a chair or something, and got a bad concussion. But she said that the principal, teachers, and everyone else there is very supportive of the students in the Program and they try to avoid doing stuff that’s extremely humiliating. She’s heard from others that there are some schools that started early where the Program isn’t terrible for the students but there are others where the kids are treated awfully. But she said that it’s very hard to get reliable information and she doesn’t know why.”
While Cynthia was talking, Ayame had replaced her bra and slipped her top back on. Soon she and Cindy returned to their room for the night.
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