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Chapter 18 - Making the Pitch

Drew was up first and her stirring woke Connor.

“Ahhh, morning, lover,” she yawned. “That was quite a scene last night. You got me so excited that after I came, I just crashed. You did a number on Jen and me.”

“Thanks, sweetheart, it was fun. But you look troubled somehow now,” Connor said.

“Oh, does it show? Yeah, unsettling dreams. Maybe my conscience is trying to get my attention or something.”

“Recall what you dreamt?”

Jennifer yawned and sat up.

“You had bad dreams?” she asked. “I’d think you’d have nice sexy ones after what Connor did to us,” she joked. “Yeah, can you remember anything from them?”

“Not that much. The thing I remember most strongly was Overmeyer, remember her?”

The others said they did and Jennifer added, “Ugh, that bitchy woman? Now she’s worthy of a nightmare!”

“Wasn’t nightmare bad, just, like, threatening and disturbing, I guess. The part I remember was that I was in school, naked, she was the teacher, and had me doing all kinds of humiliating stuff. But somehow being nude like that wasn’t the scary part...”

She trailed off in thought.

“What was scary?” Connor prompted.

“I couldn’t talk. I couldn’t tell Overmeyer that I wouldn’t do those things and couldn’t warn the other kids that what she was doing was wrong. It was like my mouth was blocked or something. But today I’ll be warning all those kids, so you think that my mind was warning me not to do that? ‘Cause Overmeyer was humiliating me?”

“Jeez, that is scary, sweetheart,” Connor agreed. “But maybe the dream’s the opposite: that your mind is telling you that you MUST warn the kids today and Overmeyer was trying to humiliate you so that you’d be scared to do it. Aren’t dreams sometimes a sign of frustrations during waking life? I think I heard that somewhere.”

“I know... let’s look on line,” Jennifer suggested. “The source of all human knowledge is in your cell phone, right?”

They all chuckled as Jennifer rummaged through her bag and pulled her phone out.

“Huh, gotta remember to charge this. Let’s see, I’ll put in ‘can’t talk in dream.’ ... Oh, lots of hits on that. Let me read ... Drew, looks like it’s a common dream ... this one says if you can’t speak in your dreams it’s because when you’re awake, you have a sense of not being heard.”

“Um, I don’t see that,” Drew mused.

Connor laughed, “Definitely that’s not Drew.”

“Um, there’s lots more sites. Let me read a few. ... Okay, most all say the same thing but go lots further since there are ... um, nuances I guess the term is, to feeling like you’re not being heard. The best one is that you don’t feel appreciated or valued for your ideas or suggestions. Or somehow you’re kept from telling others about them or that people may not be getting your message. The best one is that you might be feeling like you’re being silenced by someone who doesn’t want other people to hear your message.”

“You know, that def sounds good to me,” Drew nodded, “Yeah, it sounds somehow satisfying, like maybe my mind was trying to tell me that by not speaking up even louder in my past, I was letting people like Overmeyer get away with all those abuses. Connor, remember when I told you about my thinking about doing a social-media campaign against the Program? Well, I was lazy and never got to do that. Maybe the dream was reminding me of that. I was failing to speak.”

“Say, that sounds really right, Drew. Thanks, Jen, for the technical support,” Connor said, grinning. “Hey, ready? It’s a bit after eight and we should get breakfast...”

Someone began pounding on the door. “Jen? Connor and Drew?” came a shout. It was Timmy. “Mom and Dad went to get breakfast and said to wake...”

He stopped when Jennifer opened the door and then he peered at the bed.

“...to wake... um ... you up... um ... were you guys all sleeping together? Oh jeez, you were! Oh shit!”

His cock had sprung erect and he blushed, covering himself with his hands.

“Ooh, nice, bro,” Jennifer cooed. “You’re taking after Dad and Michael. Your girlfriends must think you’re a stud, right?”

“Quit it, Jen, c’mon. You guys didn’t ... um ... do it last night, um...”

Drew had walked over to the door.

“You mean, did we fuck? Is that a nice thing to ask? I’ll ask you then. Have you fucked a girl yet?”

Timmy blushed down to his toenails.

“I ... um ... please, Drew...”

“S’okay, Timmy, I’m teasing. Listen, if you want gals to trust you, sex acts are private, unless someone volunteers to talk. Even then, they might be bragging—guys do that lots and you can’t believe them. That’s how some girls get undeserved reps, okay? Hey, good. It worked, see? Gettin’ you humiliated got you softer. We’ll be at breakfast in a few minutes, tell the folks. See you there, kid.”

Timmy ran off, glad to escape the inquisition.

At breakfast, the teens told Frantz and Eva what they planned to talk about, and Frantz told them that he had seen the Marshall family heading to the office.

“Stuart’s the responsible adult for about sixty kids, I heard,” Frantz told them. “And thirty to forty more are coming with parents. That’s who called in advance. If it gets over 120, they might need to have the meeting in the Pavilion—too many for the clubhouse.”

They were finishing breakfast when the Marshalls arrived; their presence was unmistakable. Not because they were nude; for they were, but because Stuart Marshall was a big, husky man, about six feet tall and solidly built. He had an aura of command; it just radiated from him and everyone in the room turned to see who had entered. With him were three females, a woman, obviously his spouse, and two teens. The girls also radiated a kind of charisma and excitement that swept over the room.

“Let me get them over here to introduce you,” Frantz said and waved.

The Marshall family came over to the Ritters’ table.

“Hi, Stuart, Gerry, gals,” Frantz said. “Thanks so much for helping my daughter and her friends at Glen Burnie.”

“Oh, of course we had to help! What you’re doing is bloody brilliant!” one of the teens gushed.

“Thanks, Sam. Let me introduce you all. My family knows you guys; the two newcomers here are Drew Harper and Connor Martin, Eva’s and my wards. Apparently they are the original source of the anti-Program idea that was the impetus for getting this meeting organized. Drew and Connor, these are the Marshalls, Stuart and Gerry, and their irrepressible daughters, Sam and Abi. When do Andrew and Emma arrive?”

“Any time now,” Gerry said. “Nice meeting you, Drew and Connor. Andrew’s my son and Emma’s his girlfriend.”

“Mum, you know that they’re virtually engaged!” Abi objected and her mother just smiled at her and laughed.

Sam smiled at Jennifer and caught her attention. “Hi, Jen, ace seeing you in the skin again and not just by talking by phone, email, and text. You said you told your, erm, are they a brother and sister? Or what?”

Jennifer giggled. “Connor’s my second cousin. And honorary brother. And Drew’s my honorary sister. They’re tight, too.”

“Oi, we know all about honorary sisters. Emma’s ours,” Abi put in.

“Getting back to what I was saying,” Sam went on. “Jen, you told me when we spoke back in May, I guess, that you had told Drew and Connor all about that big meeting of the teens we had here last August. And how Drew had figured out a possible way to try to make Andrew’s idea a reality at your high school. Ace job, Drew.”

“Thanks, Sam. Andrew had a really good thought, bringing your social nudity to the schools and have it replace the Program. I just tried to figure out a way to make it happen—but it takes a lot of persuasion and organization to get it started. The real success is ‘cause Wilma and Sherrill took the idea and just ran with it. Of course we need to tell the kids that they totally have the right to completely resist if they want no part of the nudity.”

“And they didn’t speak up at that teens’ meeting, either. Jen and those twin boys told all those horrid stories about what happened back in your school. But then you avoided the Program by getting an injunction—blimey, that’s like Emma did at her school. And now you moved here and need to face the Program again here.”

Drew chuckled, “You don’t know the third part. I got picked to be in the Program at my FIRST high school back in Massachusetts.”

“You what? No cap? How...”

“Long, sad story. Listen, I hate to have to keep repeating it, so wait till the meeting and you’ll hear it...”

Drew was interrupted when a small dynamo flew into the room and rushed up to hug, first Stuart and then the three women. Then a young man sauntered up to the table.

“Hi, Mum and Dad, Sam and Abi. Ritters. So who’s all this lot now?” he asked. “I’m Andrew.”

That’s when Drew and Connor got to meet Emma and Andrew. Emma was a charismatic dynamo, as Jennifer had told them last year. Naked, she just glowed with energy and vitality and even though she appeared to be a tiny girl, her presence filled the room. After the introductions were made, the Ritters left but Jennifer stayed behind with Drew and Connor. They nibbled on some breakfast danish and coffees, tea for Drew, to chat, while the Marshalls ate. Drew recapitulated for Emma and Andrew what she had told Sam earlier.

“Andrew, you know that your idea from last summer about why the Program can’t be run like a nudist place is becoming legendary,” Drew joked. “Jen mentioned it to me when she told me how you, Emma, had stopped the ... ha, ha, Alaska Program cold...”

They all laughed.

“Cold indeed. I do get a lot of mileage out of that pun, don’t I.” Emma grinned. “So your organizing experience from back at your old school is helping this new initiative, then?”

“It’s actually... ah, speak of them and they shall appear. Here come the real agents of the Program’s doom at Glen Burnie, now. Hey, Sherrill and Wilma!”

Sam lit up at Drew’s words. “Blimey, I love it! Agents of doom; what ace imagery. I gotta remember that one. Brilliant!”

“Hey, from what I heard, Sam, you’re the agent of doom at your own school.”

That caused Stuart to blow coffee out of his nose. Stuart and Gerry, who had been chatting with Andrew, had overheard Drew’s comment. Gerry laughed at Stuart’s discomfort while he wiped his face.

After he recovered and cleaned up the spilled liquids, he complimented Drew for her comment.

“And that is precisely what my older daughter is doing at that school, Drew. You heard the story, I’m sure, and she’s put all of their knickers in a twist over her anti-Program blogging.”

Meanwhile the other two teens had joined them and had greeted the Marshalls.

Sherrill hugged Drew and told her, “It’s so great you came, even if you gotta wear something. By the way, that pareo looks gorgeous on you; where’d you get it?”

“Jen’s mom; she had a few she doesn’t wear and gave me a couple.”

“Oi, Drew,” Abi said, “so you aren’t going to be nude? Is that what Sherrill meant?”

“Yeah, Abi, it’s complicated and I’m still getting myself all straightened out from a few bad incidents in my past. I’ll talk about them at the meeting. Connor doesn’t go naked too; he says it’s to support me, but I suspect there’s another reason. Anyway, you’ll get the answer at the meeting. Speaking of which, now that we’re all here, let’s plan how we want it to run.”

They began planning how to conduct the upcoming meeting while Stuart left to check on the numbers of expected teens for the session. By the time of the meeting start, over 150 kids were waiting outside the clubhouse; most were nervously looking around at the nude resort-goers while trying not to appear that they were looking.

Wilma came out of the clubhouse then, trailed by a few dozen more teens and she shouted, “Yo! Everyone! Follow me this way!” and led the group to the Pavilion.

This was a large roofed structure with no walls; it had a low platform at one end and was used for potluck meals when filled with tables, or folding chairs for music group events for concerts or dances. Currently, it was filled with chairs. As the teens settled themselves on the seats, Sherrill and Wilma went to the platform and took two wireless mics from an older teen resort worker, who opened a little cabinet and flipped on the amplifier power.

“Hi, everyone and welcome to Pine View!” Sherrill began. “As you can see from what I’m not wearing, this is a place where nudity is not only accepted, it’s embraced and celebrated too. I’m Sherrill, as a fair number of you know, and with me is Wilma. At nudist resorts, it’s proper etiquette not to ask for people’s last names unless the names are volunteered. Anyway, both of us are gonna be seniors at GBHS and somehow we became the unofficial organizers of this gathering. We’ll call what we’re doing ‘the Project.’ You all know what the topic is or you wouldn’t be here, right?”

“The Program!” a lot of kids shouted.

“Sure. If that’s not what any of you expected to hear, you’re probably in the wrong place. But you can stay anyway, ‘cause if you’re a high school kid in Maryland, you need to hear what we say today. Here’s Wilma.”

“Hi there, guys, and welcome to this piece of heaven in Maryland. First, some housekeeping. You’re free to use the grounds today and all the facilities. If you came with your folks, they can too. Nudity anywhere is the norm but not required, except in the pools and the spas. You were told what to bring today, in particular, towels and sunscreen. Towels are to set your naked butt on whenever you sit somewhere—and to dry off, of course. You need to take a shower using soap every time you go in the pool or spa.

“Okay. You know that our high school is gonna start the Naked in School Program this fall and the principal has made it totally clear that every single one of you seniors will be naked for a week at some point during this coming school year. For you others, your naked time might not come this year, but it will definitely come. How many of you guys know a kid who goes to a school where the Program is running?”

Several dozen hands went up, about a quarter of the group.

Sherrill took over now. “Maryland schools began the Program this past fall, as you know. Unless you go around with your head in a sack, you’ve seen naked kids in our shopping malls and in shops and streets in other suburban areas. Those kids are doing the Program ‘Outreach’ that’s required—and you’ll have to do that too. I see heads shaking, but that’s part of the stupid rules. You see all those naked kids out there and they’re doing it. So face it; you’ll hafta too.

“True, there appear to be a lot of kids who seem to enjoy being naked in public; it’s called being an exhibitionist. Here’s a secret: Wilma and I are among them. We’d happily go to a mall nude, and in fact, we’re looking forward to doing that. Here’s another secret: The Program is not nudism, no way is it. It’s a perverted caricature of nudism and the way its rules have been written, it solely exists to humiliate and objectify the kids who have to be naked. What we plan to do at GBH is to turn the Program upside down, to take over its operation, and totally confound the school officials. But we need a lot of kids behind us to do that. Are you all willing to help?”

There was a resounding cheer of “Yes!”

“Great. Thanks. There are maybe 150 here—we need to recruit at least twice that number more to make the Project really work, so more on that later. Okay, why have this meeting at a nudist resort? Simple, to get you used to being nude in a public setting, so you can see that there’s nothing scary about being nude. When we were thinking about how to organize to take over the Program, we came up with a slogan for going to school starting this fall: ‘Nudity is the New Normal Now.’ You like that?”

Applause and laughter.

Now Wilma took over again. “Sherrill came up with that one, guys, and it’s how we’ll fight back against the Program’s abuses—we’ll get to those details real soon. Now, there are a couple ways to fight the Program that we know of, so let’s go over them. First, and foremost, there’s total refusal to cooperate. Next, getting an exemption. And then, there’s what we plan, the Project to Oppose the Program. I suppose the Project is actually malicious compliance, in a way. You've heard of that? That’s when someone follows rules or orders exactly, even though they know it will have a negative or unintended result. We’ll go over those fighting points in order. First, can you simply and totally refuse to strip when you’re told that you must? Of course you can. Here’s someone who did just that. Sam’s family is from England and they’ve been nudists for as long as Sam can remember. She can tell you her Program story.”

Sam, Sherrill, and Wilma addressing GBH kids in the Pavilion

“Hello, you blokes,” Sam called as she took the mic. “I was here at this very resort last year when my honorary sis, Emma, who’ll you’ll meet soon, told a bunch of us kids how she stopped the Program at her high school. Bad job that her methods won’t work here, though. Anyway, after hearing what she did and how the Program forces kids to get naked, I decided that any physical forcing wasn’t proper, so when I started as a fresher in my school, I went around telling blokes that they didn’t have to strip starkers if they didn’t want to do that and nobody was permitted to touch them to pull off their togs. That’s because it’s a felony for anyone to touch you without your permission and if they try stripping you, it’s sexual assault too.

“Of course, the prats who ran the Program at my school decided to punish me by picking me to do it when they started it off at an assembly on the first day. They had me go up to the auditorium stage with the other pupils that had been chosen to do the bollocks-naked stripping show, and I took that chance to tell the entire school that they all had the right to keep their kits on; the right to resist having to get starkers; that I myself was not doing it, and that if I were forced-stripped, I would lay felony charges with the police.

“Okay now, you blokes could certainly try outright refusal, but to do that’s a bloody difficult job because they’ll keep at you to obey them. To keep resisting takes a strong will. At my school, it’s down in Prince George’s County, out of every ten kids who first refused, six eventually gave in, and in the Program’s early weeks, they got punished for their initial refusing by getting extra required naked time—and that’s when they all refused for good. So totally refusing works but to be able to sustain your refusal to participate, you need an iron will to stand up against the officials who will try to break you down. That’s why I think that your malicious compliance idea is brilliant. You blokes just have to decide that you will band together and make a go of it.”

“Wow, that was super, Sam,” Wilma said as the kids all applauded Sam. “Now I mentioned getting an exemption. Currently, you can’t, with very limited exceptions. They weren’t giving any exemptions at first, unless you weren’t a U.S. citizen. Then, maybe eighteen months ago, a major court case created Program exemptions for religious reasons—and I’ve been seeing on the news that medical exemptions might eventually be allowed because of the hundreds of court cases that have been happening around the country. Here’s someone who knows all about that religious exemption. Drew’s family just moved to this area from Pennsylvania and she’ll be going to GBH as a senior. Back at her former school, she got a religious exemption; so here she is to tell you what happened.”

There was a flurry of exclamations and surprise at hearing that as Drew took the mic from Wilma.

“That was an eighteen-month battle too, getting the exemption,” she began. “And as Sam said, those who first claimed it needed iron wills to withstand the coercion that they faced. You can see that, unlike the others who just spoke to you, I’m wearing a cover-up. I have serious problems with public nudity since I was attacked and was almost raped when I was in middle school. [Gasps from the kids] And then when I started high school, the very first day, they were forcibly stripping kids on the auditorium stage. That was just my first Program school—I escaped from the Program there when I went to Pennsylvania, where I found myself facing the Program in my second school. [More gasps] And here, this will be my third school with the Program.”

Now kids were shouting, asking how that could happen. Drew briefly explained, telling them of her high-school experiences and she related to the group how those experiences had led her to associating nudity with sexual violence after seeing the abuses at two different schools. She told them how the group she had organized worked to combat the kids’ forced stripping in her Pennsylvania school, and about how the area churches had combined to win the religious-freedom exemption.

“But I can’t see any of you guys getting exempt like that here. Back in PA, the entire region was fundamentalist Christian and there were so many sects that I couldn’t keep track of them all—maybe half of the population is observant to one degree or another. That’s not true in this area, and you need a critical mass of observant kids to make claiming that exemption believable. Just like you need a critical mass to make the Project work, right?”

The kids listening made muted sounds of agreement but then Connor got up and took the mic that Sherrill was holding.

“Listen, I gotta say something ‘cause Drew’s far too modest. I’m Connor and Drew’s my bae. Both of us have gone through the Program crap way back to where we met as freshmen in our first high school. What we saw happen there would scare you stupid. Girls, boys too, being attacked or abused. Or both. Drew herself rescued two girls from being attacked. Put one boy in the hospital when he tried to assault her and she wasn’t even in the Program—she was trying to help a freshie Program girl when she was attacked. And then, when that freshie girl became a prop for a totally humiliating sex demo in our Bio class, and had her pussy so badly roughed up by a bunch of jerks who were clumsily trying to get her off, Drew again came to her aid. Despite the teacher’s threats, she stared that teacher down and stopped the mauling of that poor kid. She’s no wimp, believe me.

“Then, at our next school in PA, when we heard that the Program was coming, here’s what Drew did. We were very lucky that a local lawyer had befriended us since her father had basically abandoned her and I’m an orphan... [gasps] She got the lawyer’s help in warning the school officials that it’s a felony to use force. She organized groups of kids from every grade to try to resist, especially to resist being forced to do anything humiliating. And the biggie was her getting our pastor to organize all of the clergy in our region to preach about how the Program forces the kids to sin and how the Bible condemns public nudity and licentiousness.

“All that summer before school began, those messages went out from almost every pulpit in about five or six counties. The result was that kids in sixteen school districts got the message that the Program’s rules violated their religious freedom. A couple of larger churches soon took up the gauntlet and went to court to get an injunction, with the result that, maybe fourteen months later, the national Program office was forced to honor religious exemptions. And now they learned exactly what being forced felt like.”

Laughter, then applause and cheers.

“I told her to tell you what she accomplished, basically all by herself, but...”

Emma had gotten up there and grabbed his mic from him.

“All you blokes, I’m Emma and was to speak in my turn, but this bit of info is too brilliant to be told without more background. You see, I faced the prospect of having the Program begin in my own high school—but that was a spacky idea because the school was in balmy Fairbanks, you guessed it, Alaska.”

Cries of disbelief sounded.

“No, believe it. Up near the bloody Arctic Circle it was, in fact. Well, I wasn’t about to let that happen, so I organized a plan to stop it—I love to say, to stop it cold. I love puns. [Audience laughter] I was quite fortunate that the kids in my school got their folks involved and the community came together and all of us, working as a big team, an army if you will, got it stopped. Never even got to begin, innit.”

Applause.

“And now I hear that Drew... you said she was working alone, Connor?”

Drew was shaking her head “no” while Connor said, “She was the mastermind and operator too. A whirlwind. I just hung onto her coattails and helped where I could. You said you made your community into an army; well, what Drew did was to get two armies formed. One was of the kids who promised that they’d try to resist being forcibly stripped and that cut down greatly the number of kids that the school could coerce into stripping. But the other army was simply huge because it covered the region. Most of the conservative church-goer kids were in that, and the entire lot of them—half of the students in the school—boycotted that first Program assembly we had and they all refused to go to classes where relief sessions or demos would happen.”

Applause and cheers.

“It was almost like a student strike; their parents actually threatened one if their kids weren’t given the right not to be forced to see sexual stuff. I told Drew that what she did was not simply to organize those armies, but to also use those armies to kick off a whole frikkin’ crusade—a crazy children’s crusade, if you know your European history.”

Applause again.

“So as of this June, there’s no Program running in all of central PA, and that started with Drew’s organizing work.”

Cheering.

“Now, you guys have the option of totally resisting the Program official’s request to strip when it’s your turn, or you can join in with your friends and classmates to participate in an awesome, massive malicious compliance. But just think of it—if this one girl could accomplish all that she did while working alone, just think of what we can do all working together. Will you do that?”

Shouts of “Yes!” and other affirmations sounded.

“Can I talk now? Please?” Drew asked plaintively.

Both Connor and Emma went to her and hugged her to the sound of more cheering.

“Connor’s being a bit overly enthusiastic about saying it was all me, you know. He played a really big part too and he’s downplaying it. All right. Thanks, Emma, for the compliments about what I did; your own story is the stuff of legends. I told you guys my moral beliefs about public nudity and sex and those were shaped by the community where I lived, my church, and my personal experiences. So I don’t have the desire to get naked, I don’t have the need to get naked, and my religious exemption from participating is part of my school record, even here in Maryland. But I’m still compelled to help others avoid the Program’s abuses. I’ve seen enough really bad things happen when the Program’s running to make me want to have that crap stopped.

“My preferred way is simple refusal, but as Sam so eloquently pointed out, it’s really difficult to do—first, you’re kinda alone doing it even though other kids may be refusing too, and the officials can try ‘divide-and-conquer’ methods to break your resolve. And lots of us kids find it very difficult not to obey authority—isn’t that so?”

There were a lot of affirming nods and exclamations at that.

“Sure, it’s very tough facing down an authority figure who’s in your face, insisting that you must do something that you totally hate to do. That happened to me and I wasn’t aware that I could refuse back then—so I had to run away and my bae, Connor, saved me.”

Gasps and a smattering of applause.

“That’s why I thought of bringing the nudist resort model to the school. The Project to Oppose the Program. The Project that Wilma and Sherrill are trying to shape into reality can take all the bad stuff out of participating as an involuntary naked student—and there’s plenty of bad stuff. Let me tell you about that.

“The bad parts are the student requests for touching and posing, the classroom demos, and the restroom, locker, and shower rules. Those are the sources of virtually all of the abuses, humiliation, and injuries. We’ll take those in order. Do you all know what the ‘Reasonable Requests’ are? Hands up if you know... Wow, fantastic; looks like everyone. The problem is that both words, ‘reasonable’ and ‘requests’ are mostly ignored. I personally saw a guy attempt to finger-fuck a girl while she was being restrained by another guy.”

Gasps.

“Not reasonable. Not a request either. No way. That was just one out of a dozen or more similar incidents Connor or I saw in just one single week. I saw a gal get a boy into a bent-over butt-up pose, with his legs spread—but then she took a pencil and tried to stick it into his asshole.”

Again, gasps.

“Where was the reasonably there? Or the request? Okay, done. With the Project, those ‘Requests’ stop. If there are dozens of naked kids in the school halls, all the targets are instantly gone, right? Can we legally do the Project? You bet we can. If you read the Program booklet, at least the ones we got in our old schools, it says that kids can be naked even if they’re not participating—and they aren’t subject to the Program rules. I’ll quote what it says; I have a copy here. ‘Nude individuals, including fellow students who choose a nude lifestyle, are not subject to the rules of the Program and should not be treated as such.’ That’s straight from the Program’s gospel. Sorry for the religious reference; it’s kinda how I think now. So when the Project is operating in the school, it’s completely within the rules of the Program as the rules booklet describes. That’s point one.”

Applause.

“Next, classroom demos. Here, it’s the teachers who are the problem. You all know what sadism is, I assume. Giving pain to others is what gives a sadist their jollies. Well, there are sadists who get off on giving or seeing other people’s misfortune or humiliation. Some even enjoy just hearing about other people’s humiliation—reading about it too. I’ll show off by telling you the term for that fetish—it’s called ‘schadenfreude.’ Joyful damage, it’s from German. What’s the purpose, after all, of using a live human subject in a classroom to show the students how a boy ejaculates? Or trying to measure how big a girl’s clit gets when she jills off? [shocked expressions] Sure, those are examples of things that happen in those demos, and worse things happen too, and they are completely devoid of any teaching value. Of course, having live models in art classes is essential—but that’s only in life drawing, a very small part of an art program and usually for advanced kids.

“There’s more bad stuff. In my two schools, they also videoed, or planned to video, classroom demos, and put them on the school’s website. Hey, you know that child porn is a huge felony? But not for the Program. The law exempts videos and photos like that and the law says, quote, ‘when used for educational purposes.’ Unquote. But put one of those videos on your phone? Jail time, baby.”

It was dead quiet; the audience was listening raptly.

“With the Project, having at least half of the class naked would completely remove any thrill that the sadistic teacher might experience, because all those volunteer naked kids could team together to protect any Program kid in that class from humiliation. The Program kid would have the moral and physical protection of his or her classmates; any retaliatory threats that the teacher could make could be construed as extortion—and thanks for that suggestion, Emma; our lawyer told us that your comment about extortion in cases like that was exactly right.”

Applause as Emma waved her thanks.

“Let’s see... next, there was the use of the opposite sex’s facilities. What’s the purpose of that idiotic rule, other than a gift to voyeurs and to increase the kid’s level of humiliation? I asked what the purpose of that rule was. The answer? Reduce any modesty in performing bodily functions. Come again? Are you kidding? That’s pure fetish material, not educational at all. And the switched-sex locker room use creates a huge personal safety problem too. My friend from back at my first school told me about one incident involving a Program girl in the boys’ locker room. Some boys had managed to get the supervising teacher distracted and they trapped a girl in there and she got not-quite-raped.”

More gasps and questions about what that meant.

“Sure—when is a rape not a rape? How about this? The boy had his cockhead pressed against her hymen when he came. Almost no penetration—but she got pregnant anyway. The shot? She was allergic and couldn’t tolerate the hormones. And hey, boys get raped too. I did hear of one case where that happened. Four girls got the boy restrained and used a dildo on him.”

The expressions of shock increased. The reality of what lay ahead was setting in for the group.

“With the Project, who cares which locker room you use? So if there’s a large number of naked kids, boys and girls, in the locker rooms, you can watch out for and protect your fellows. Connor and I saw some disgusting and frightening stuff in both schools where we saw the Program running and we don’t want anything like that happening here at GBHS. A final point. Participating in the Project is important for our solidarity, but it doesn’t preclude outright refusal. Your name gets called and the Project is running. Just don’t go; don’t strip; no one’s the wiser. But we need the Project’s solidarity for that to work. So that’s my part. I think that Wilma will talk about Project details now.”

Drew got a standing ovation and she was mobbed by Connor, Jennifer, Wilma, Sherrill, Sam, and Emma, who all hugged and kissed her.

“Wow, Drew, that was just amazing,” Wilma said as she stepped onto the platform.

A little further applause showed that the teens in the group agreed.

“Okay, Gophers gang, it’s time for you guys to learn how you can keep the crap that Drew told you about from happening here. Show of hands, how many of you have heard of stuff like she described happening in schools you know about—like a cousin’s school or other kids you know? ... Okay, a fair number, maybe thirty. That’s a fifth of you, or two out of ten. That’s about how many kids get badly mistreated during their time in the Program, according to our very unscientific survey we took from among this little group of us speaking to you.

“To stop most of that abuse, when they start the Program—most likely just by naming kids to go somewhere to get stripped, probably the gym, since they’ll need to call at least thirty kids every week—then what we all need to do is to just simply strip off our clothes and just stay put in the classroom. Since they almost certainly wouldn’t want to pull kids out of an instructional class—our Period 1 class, they’d need to do it during home room period ...”

There was a hurried discussion between several people near the platform.

“Sorry. They said I need to elaborate. Different counties in the area have different school schedules. Sam points out that at her school, there’s an advisory period first, kinda like a home room. We don’t have a home room first, as you all know... oh, our newcomers, Drew, Connor, and Jen. You guys don’t know this—there are four class periods, a short home room after Period 1, and two flex periods for lunch, clubs, admin stuff, and other things, following Period 2. Okay? So the chosen participants will most likely not get called during Period 1, a subject period.

“We tried to brainstorm how things would work here, based on what Drew told us about her other two high schools and what we’ve heard from kids in other counties and these are our best guesses. So all of the Project kids will stay nude and protect the selected kids; everyone keeps their clothes with them so there’s no morning strip-tease outside like we heard lots of schools do, kids use whatever rest room and locker room they want, and the Reasonable Requests just disappear. But this takes everyone’s buy-in. Either we all do this together, or we suffer a week in the Program alone, to be humiliated and abused. How can you help all of us to succeed? I want each of you to recruit three to five more kids who’ll agree to be nude to support the Project. Then we all win and the Program loses. Right?”

Cheers.

Wilma turned to Sherrill and invited her to do the next part.

“We’re almost ready for the fun part, but there are two more items to discuss. The first one is about how one gets used to being naked—we nudists prefer the term ‘nude’ ‘cause the word ‘naked’ seems to have the sense of defenselessness or vulnerability. Nude is simply a state of being. We invited you here today to try nudism in a safe and secure place with your friends. And if enough of us are nude in the school, it’ll feel sort of similar to what you see here—except for seeing the walls in the classrooms and hallways.”

Chuckling.

“Another way to get used to nudity is by being nude at home. Sleep nude—doing that feels great, actually, and if you’re really brave, go with a group to a shopping mall like Arundel Mills. There are always nude kids there, hanging out in bunches, so you’d blend right in. Now, to help you get used to nudity, and this offer applies to the kids you recruit too, Emma has an offer which is way too good to turn down.”

Emma got up on the platform and took a mic. She looked out at the group and smiled; Connor leaned over to Drew and whispered, “Jeez, that smile—it’s like she’s projecting energy with it!”

Drew nodded at him.

“Greetings again, you lot. My fam, that’s Andrew, Sam, Abi, and their parents, Stuart and Gerry, all want the Project to succeed—Sam in particular...”

“Bloody right!” Sam shouted to the kids’ laughter.

“...so I made an arrangement with the resort’s management. Like today, and for the rest of the summer, any Glen Burnie pupil gets free entry; if parents come with, the family fee is just $10. To compare, the usual day fee is $50. Stay overnight in a tent, no charge doing that for everyone. Cabins, when available, can be rented at the usual rate. For free entry, the office just needs to see your school ID and for incoming freshies, your middle school one.”

Applause and cheers.

“Now if you come without an adult, you need to take special steps. You’ll need to get a notarized form from the office that your parents need to sign, giving you permission to come. You’ll need to sign a pledge that you promise to be respectful, behave safely, and of course follow the rules of the resort. And you’ll have an interview with one of the managers, who will assign you to a volunteer adult who’s agreed to mentor the Glen Burnie pupils. Most of those adult volunteers live here during the summer. You’ll meet one of those adults so they’ll get to know you, but, and this is a huge but, you misbehave in any way, you’ll get banned. They will not tolerate any poor behavior, will they. And as well, you can come as many times as you want. Anyone have a question?”

One was, “Can sibs come?”

“Certainly. All immediate family members can come for the $10 fee. The free deal is for the high school students, though, when they come alone. They’re essentially free with the family rate, anyway. But you can’t bring in your aunts, uncles, cousins to the sixth degree on the reduced family fee, however.”

Laughter.

“How about my girlfriend from another high school?”

“You’d be free, but the girlfriend, if she’s under eighteen, would need her parents with her and their fee would be $50. Over eighteen, the young-adult daily fee is $25. No more? Excellent. Now Sherrill has the last bit of info for you all. Enjoy your day here.”

She got some applause.

“Thanks, Emma,” Sherrill smiled at her. “As Emma said, their family wants us to succeed, so Emma’s subsidized all of your resort reduced daily fees for the summer, so let’s give her our great thanks!”

Standing ovation.

“Here’s the last item,” Sherrill told the group. “It’s to have fun here today. And it’s time to get nude now—we strongly suggest your just jumping right into it now and it’s why you all came, right? Sure it is. After lunch, the girls’ soccer team wanted to come out here to try nudism, but they plan to do a brief scrimmage and sorry, they told me that they weren’t doing that nude. But maybe after the scrimmage, some may strip to try nude soccer. Hey, we play nude volleyball here, so why not soccer? There are piles of handouts over on the two tables outside the Pavilion and they list what we discussed this morning and have the instructions for your future visits here. Take a few and use the material in them to recruit more of us into the Project. Now go get nude and enjoy the resort!”

Cheers and a big round of applause.

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