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Chapter 4

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“Alright class.” Spoke Mr. Martin the homeroom teacher as he entered. “I’m sure you all have noticed miss Dupont’s lack of attire. And no, she isn’t wearing a dress that’s invisible for the stupid.” He hoped that joke would land a few laughs, but instead he got an awkward silence. Briefly coughing, he continued. “As I said, Dupont’s naked. So I thought we could spend the hour by having her explain the situation and answer any lingering questions. Please come to the front of the classroom.”

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Loraine’s face was drained of all colour as she rose up. While it would be a good thing to explain her situation to everyone, the last thing she wanted was to draw attention by standing in front of them for an hour. “Mr. Martin, I’d rather answer everyone from here.”

“Nonsense, you wouldn’t want everyone to turn their necks towards the back of the class for an hour, do you? Please come forward.”

Reluctantly, Loraine stood up and walked to the front. She cringed when she heard someone snickering the words “gelatin ass” behind her back, but she continued to put on her brave face.

“Don’t be shy, Dupont. Tell us your story.”

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Loraine rested her hand on her hip as she looked down. “So it started last month at Desiree‘s party. I may have gotten a bit drunk, since the next thing I knew, I found myself in the school, the teacher’s lounge burning down and mister Bernard had broken his leg because of me.”

This gained some shocked reactions from the class, some in amazement, some in disapproval.

“Damn Loraine!” Spoke a slim blonde woman. “So why aren’t you in jail?”

“Because they offered me an alternative punishment. I have to spent the rest of my life naked, and none of this will end up on my permanent record.”

“And you chose this because you dreamed of being an exhibitionist, and now-“ Shouted Laurent.

“Just, just shut up, Marc.” Interrupted Loraine while pinching the bridge of her nose.

“Should we expect any other nude students anytime soon?” A lanky guy asked.

“No. I’m an experimental case. Three years from now the government will check if the punishment works, and maybe then you’ll see more naked students. But until then, I’m in the only one in the entire country.”

“And literally no clothes are allowed?”

“Well, some clothes are allowed in certain cases if it’s a concern for safety. For example, I have to wear a lab coat and safety goggles for science class. And if I get, like, a job in construction I do need to wear the safety gear. But that’s not what I want to do after graduation obviously…”

“Then, what do you want to do?” A heavyset guy asked.

“I want to be a…” Loraine stopped dead in her tracks. “Erm, never mind.”

“Now wait a tick!” Interrupted Laurent. “Now I need to know what you want to do!”

“Yeah, me too!” A muscular woman said.

“I-I don’t think I have to say anything. Right, Mr. Martin?” Loraine asked in a panic.

“Actually, I’m rather curious myself. Spill the beans, Dupont!”

Loraine turned her head back to the class. “Fine! After graduation, I want to be a….” Loraine averted her gaze, scratching the back of her head. “…..Fashion model….”

No sooner had those words escaped her lips or the classroom erupted into laughter. Even mr. Martin poorly tried to hid his laughter.

Loraine never even considered how much this would affect her dream job. She actually had to fight back her tears. Her future is was in shambles in more ways then she realized. She knew she had to play it cool, so she clenched her fists and put up a fake smile.

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“Y-yeah, some model I’d be.” Spoke Loraine with false joy.


“And I guess that’s all the time we have for today.” Said Mr. Martin while the bell rang. As the other students collected their bags to go to the next class, Martin spoke to Loraine. “Don’t forget your bag when you leave, Dupont.”

“Of course, my… bag?” As Loraine walked back to her desk, when she suddenly realized something.

Due to her fear of getting outside earlier, she had completely forgotten to bring her bag! Her books, lunch, money, her phone and deodorant for P.E. It was all at home.

“Crap!”

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