Not sure if it's okay for me to post fics here, but here goes anyway. I'll post more chapters if you guys like it. This is an ongoing web-novel that I'm writing called Naked in Homeschool about a mother that reluctantly enrolls her children in the "Naked in School" program. It takes place in the near future where nudity, public sex, and age of consent laws have greatly relaxed under the new government, and an initiative colloquially referred to as "the program" is sweeping the nation in which children are expected to attend school for one week without clothes, accede to "reasonable requests" from other students and participate in activities that relate to their nudity or forward their sexual education. The premise is based on an old series of stories from different authors started by Karen Wagner, from the now defunct story site ASSTR. The parts of the old stories that captured my imagination the most were always when the students went home and had to adjust to being naked around their families. So I decided to frame a story around just that idea. The main tweak that I've made -if you can call it one- is that I'm trying to add some sociological and historical grounding to the setting so that it's somewhat plausible, as a kind of alternate future history. Enough preamble, here's the first chapter = = = Judy barely noticed the sounds of playing children, nor the uncomfortable park bench beneath her. Her eyes widened as she flipped through the pamphlet. "This... this isn't a joke?" Cathy sighed. "You know, Judes, for a self-proclaimed teacher you're very sheltered. The Naked In School program has been picking up steam for months. The city passed a vote so each student has to spend a week in school naked." "Please don't call me Judes." She lingered on a lifelike drawing of a young boy getting a handjob from a girl just as young. The book called it getting relief. "Well, I've heard of it, but I didn't think it was like this!" "Judes, you've got to look at the bigger picture. The law's been changing for the last decade, right? I could pull down my panties right here and play with myself for everyone to see." Cathy tugged on her mini skirt for effect. Judy covered her mouth in shock, looking around. She imagined her friend, legs wide on the bench, touching herself in front of the young soccer players. "Cathy, but the kids... Your kids are here, too!" "Don't worry," she said, briefly flashing her panties, "I'll spare you the embarrassment. Our generation will never be able to accept what should be natural. Centuries of religion and generational trauma have conditioned us to be ashamed of our sexuality. Most people these days are too stuck in their ways to shake off that brainwashing. But our kids have the chance for a clean slate. That's the point of the Naked In School program. To make sure the future generation can take advantage of everything they're entitled to." "Which is?" "Comfort, with ourselves and with each other. The school of thought goes something like: if everyone were more comfortable and open, the world would be a much better place." "I guess that makes sense." Judy looked up from the book at Aaron, playing soccer with his friends. His ash-blond hair was matted over his eyes as he weaved between the other players, passing the ball to his teammate. He was tall for his age, and well built. She pictured him 'getting relief' and blushed at her own arousal. With great effort, she shook the image from her mind. "Anyway, I'm assuming since you went and got the official paperwork to homeschool your kids, you want them to get into a good college." Judy frowned. "I don't like where this is going." "I figured you wouldn't, but it needs saying. One of the indicators they look for is how well a child performs in the NIS program." "So, what? I have to strip down my own kids and get them to... give each other relief? My god, how broken is our system that it could even accidentally promote incest?" Cathy could sense her friend's growing anger. "Look, we all know the system has never been perfect, or even great. But you have to consider all the factors. Incest isn't as taboo as it used to be. Smart vaccines solved the related risks. And you already know all the laws that were reformed a decade ago. The culture is just catching up." "Is there any other option?" "For sure! You could just not do it, for one thing--I'm sure some colleges will accept your kids without the program. Or you could just enroll them in public school again. Or, hell, even private school!" Judy shook her head. "How do they determine good performance?" "It's a multitude of things. They look for participation in extracurricular activities, ability to adapt to the spirit of the program, stuff like that. Normally these would be overseen by a program coordinator, official or otherwise." Cathy gestured towards herself to indicate her profession was of the 'otherwise' variety. "Is that expensive?" "It depends. Government accredited coordinators can supervise program activities themselves, and sign off if they feel a student has made significant progress. Those guys are covered by the state. But the majority of us sell our private services. Without accreditation, someone like me can't act as a witness, but we document everything and submit the report to the program board on your behalf." "Document, as in..." "Think of it like a directed photo journal, of their progress through the week."

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"So, it'll cost me no matter what?" "Not necessarily. Most coordinators like myself do private shoots to fundraise the cost. There are a lot of government approved networks for those kinds of sales. It's totally on the up and up. Most schools these days are at least partly funded that way." Judy sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "I don't know, Cathy. This is all just too much to absorb. After all the work I've put into this, I can't give up on homeschooling now." "Not to mention the government checks, right?" Cathy winked. "They certainly help, but Kale has a job. We'd manage without the extra cash." By now, the game had ended, and the kids were already dispersing. Aaron approached, chatting with his teammate Zoey, Cathy's youngest daughter. Cathy stood, waving at the kids as she grabbed her bag. She turned once more to Judy. "Anyway, it's up to you. And hey, if you need my services, I'd be happy to fundraise the cost with a few shoots of your kids." Judy felt undone, somewhat. She tucked the pamphlet into her purse, nodding her head. "Thanks. Really, I appreciate everything. I'll keep it in mind." Cathy hugged her. "Hey, I'm sure you'll figure it out. Don't worry so much." * * * Kale walked in just as the water began to boil. "Honey, I'm home!" he said, part of his daily ritual. "In the kitchen," Judy said, emptying a box of noodles into the pot. As he entered, she took a moment to admire him--something she frequently found herself doing, even thirteen years into their marriage. He was in excellent shape, having filled out in the shoulders over the years. He had a slight belly, but Judy didn't mind. In fact, she thought it suited him, much like his graying hair. He smiled, returning her admiration. "How was your day?" "Oh... Eventful. I'll tell you about it later. Can you pass me the chicken?" Kale followed her pointing finger to the cutting board with pre-cut chicken breasts. He picked it up and passed it to her. "Eventful? Sounds mysterious." "Thanks, sweetie. Mysterious isn't exactly the word I would use." She scraped the raw meat into a pan then covered it. "This should be good for about ten minutes." She stepped back and hugged her husband, squeezing his ass. "How was work?" "It was excellent. But just so you know, the kids are watching us." Judy blushed when she realized her children had in fact entered the kitchen. Caitlin, their eleven year old daughter, giggled at the display, her strawberry blond locks bouncing as she jumped like a cheerleader. "Go mom!" "Hush," Judy said, playing down her embarrassment. "Dinner will be ready in ten. Get upstairs and wash up." "Oooh, what's for dinner?" Aaron asked, his eyes lighting up with enthusiasm. "Fettuccini alfredo, looks like," said their father. "You guys better hurry... I might... EAT IT ALL UP!" He stomped dramatically towards them, deepening his voice and moving his arms like an awkward gorilla. Just a couple years ago, this would send them into a giggle fit, and they'd have scattered up the stairs, play-screaming. Now they rolled their eyes as they shuffled up the stairs, though they couldn't hide their smiles. He turned sheepishly towards his wife. "Did I overdo it?" "Just a little." * * *