Nancy Wheeler, Naked In School

Nancy's cute toes flexed on the sidewalk across from the school. She hated it. Her cute boobs threatened to spill from behind her cute slender arms as her cute brunette head with her cute big eyes searched the street for an opening. Her cute smooth tummy and thighs and legs shook as her body trembled. Her cute butt stuck out as she leaned forward a little, hunching. Cars honked enthusiastically as they passed by the adorable new nudist student.

She hated all of that even more.

As soon as there was an opening, Naked Nancy ran across the street, feet slapping the asphalt. She had to dodge around a corner to catch her breath as the bus pulled into the stop. Students began to disembark, snapping their gaze on her retreating bare ass. Some of them definitely saw her boobs! Heads had turned, male and female. Student and faculty.

All of them had seen her, her head said. The Naked Girl. The Hawkins Nudist. A Freak. Tits and Ass.

She tried to stifle her whimpering a little and put on what dignity she could. If anything, she'd have to wear that in lieu of actual covering. First she sank to her knees, holding her arms around her legs. Everything blended together, bare skin- soft, naked, ****. Then she straightened, rising slowly. She was a naked schoolgirl, that's how it was right now. She had to do it. She walked out, and kept her eyes on her feet as they stepped left, right, left, right to the door.

"Ooh! It's Naked Nancy Wheeler!" "Wait- what the fuck- what- Nancy Wheeler is the nudist?!" "How is this even happening, am I in heaven?" "Sooooo cute-" "Her little bouncing bum-" "Is this sanitary?!""Hey girl, *loving* the natural look!" "Come on, you came naked, show us your tits!" "Hey, naked girl!" "Nancy!"

Nancy. Naked. Naked Nancy.

She tried to tune it out, but she just couldn't. She began to sniffle and pushed her way through the double doors, her small hand missing the first time as she gasped, breasts falling out to greet the hungry eyes of the crowd. Someone had definitely poked her butt. She was incredulous that she even made it this far.

And then she realized it wasn't just a bad fever dream. She now stood completely nude but for her brunette braided hair and her bookbag off to her side (still wiggling irritatingly against her hip when she moved at all, taunting her with fabric) in her school lobby. She noticed the office assistant look up, put a hand over her mouth and giggle. It was a gesture that said "Oh, poor thing! I can't even imagine going to school NAKED. How ever did she do it?"

Nancy scowled and continued, bare soles now slapping the tile.

"Hey Nance, forget something?" "Forget everything?" "Ew, she's nude!" "-parading her little body around as if-" "-the cutest girl over there, and she's buck naked-" "-little boobs-" "-fucking naked"

More whispers, and she shivered- not from the cool AC wafting over her skin alone.

She made it to her locker, and tried to fall into a routine. She nervously put in her lock combination. It didn't open. "F-fuc-fudge! I....th-this can't be happening!" She stamped a bare foot against the floor, immediately regretting it as it shook her bare breasts and butt around a little too much. She recovered, chewing her lip and trying to figure this out. Meanwhile, a passing jock gave her another light slap on her unprotected buttocks.

She jumped! "H-hey! Stop that! I didn't ask to do this!"

The boy just shrugged, and turned back to his laughing friends.

She finally got her locker open after a lot of fumbling, recovering, squealing, and general humiliation. She packed everything she needed into her book bag when no one was going by, and when students began to flood in, she turned around and pressed her bare back and buttocks against the cold locker, wincing. She stood there, covering herself with her back side protected by the locker, until the classroom doors opened, butterflies in her stomach.

Class had been a nightmare. The Naked In Class nightmare, in the flesh. No pun intended. Nancy had scurried past her mid-30s male professor on shaky legs, almost falling over. She held her bookbag over her bottom which seemed to be doing everything in its perky powers to bounce free.

And then she had sat that same pert ass into a cold plastic seat, and felt her belly brush a finished wood desk. She had to move her bag, of course, and so she put it on her lap, over her (actually naked, oh my god) pussy. She clenched her thighs and fidgeted, then crossed her long legs. One bare foot was left floating ahead of her under the desk, toes flexing and wiggling anxiously. She kept one arm ironlike over her breasts, and blushed red as a tomato as other students began to fill up the desks around her. And of course, in her haste- she had forgotten her original plan of taking the farthest back.

She tried her best to tell herself- they aren't look at my butt, they aren't looking at my butt, not my naked butt, nosireenotmynakedbutt!- but they were looking at her naked butt.

Immediately a hand raised, a mischievous looking blonde at the front. "Why is Nancy naked?", she asked.

Nancy didn't think she could have been any more humiliated. The question asked, the males in the room newly looking at their adorable dream girl of a naked classmate, the question was reiterated. "yeah, why isn't she wearing clothes?!" "Is this appropriate?!" "Shh, don't ruin it!" "I for one like having Nancy naked! It's ok Nancy, we support you!" "I think she's doing it on purpose! You like running around naked, weirdo?" "Boobies!"

The professor made a hushing motion. "Settle down, settle down! Now, as you all know from the intercom and yesterday's phoning-" He went on to explain the unusual details of Nancy's 'condition', the cover story the police department had assigned while they investigated the strange situation.

Basically, to everyone who didn't know, Nancy had developed an **** clothing allergy, and it would be unethical to place her in clothing ever again. It was psychosomatic due to an unknown chemical imbalance in her brain which she couldn't control. She could still hug her clothed friends, sleep with a blanket (all true) but couldn't attempt to cover herself with clothing (sadly, also true). She couldn't even wear footwear.

And then, that was it. There were snickers, and remarks, and that embarrassed pit in her stomach. And every time she looked at her notes, she saw her bare torso, thighs, and lap- but it was a class session all the same.

Except- naked. She was still naked. Always naked.

Nancy was also naked and barefoot and exposed in the school cafeteria, as she searched the crowd to find anyone, someone, who would let a poor naked girl sit at their lunch table (barring some lascivious look individuals. She tentatively tip toed (on her actual toes) around, making sure to hold her tray filled with mashed potatoes, steak, and gravy in one hand, while the other arm kept her boobs secure. She looked innocent and sad and bare.

And then she saw Johnathan Byers sitting on his own as well. Despite everything, he smiled at her.

She couldn't help it. She smiled back, very small, but nonetheless. Nancy Wheeler padded her bare ass on bare legs over to Byers' table and sat down, adjusting her hair to cover her boobs. She could barely look at him. He started. "Hey there, Nancy, I." She shushed him.

"This is....going to be a little strange. Embarrassing. Oh god....I suppose stranger things have happened, though?"

She looked at him with ****, but warm expectation.

He smiled. No, probably not stranger than this.

Time to have lunch with the Naked Girl, he thought.

Nancy kicked him with her bare foot under the table, knocking him out of his daydream state. "So? C-can we talk? About....anything?"

He looked at her, trying to keep his eyes at bare-shoulder level, and spoke.