I got off the school bus and walked up to the student entrance for Sarah Emma Edmonds High School. All the students call our school “The Sea” since the initials are SEEHS and our mascot are the Pirates. I had no idea who was Sara Emma Edmonds. She did something famous during the Civil War or something.
I was wearing a coat today . It was a little chilly even though it was the first week of April. That was typical for central Michigan.
I went to my locker and put away my coat. I took off my backpack to double check that I packed my Chromebook. Thankfully, it was there and hopefully it was fully charged. I slung my backpack over my shoulders and headed to the commons area to hang out with Becky before the start of first period.
“How was spring break?” I asked Becky as I took a seat at our regular table.
“We went up to the UP and stayed all week at our cabin,” she replied unenthusiastic.
“We didn’t go anywhere,” I said to her. “But I got some good news. My therapist said that I’ll be able to start taking estrogen soon.”
“That’s wonderful,” her face lit up making me feel happier about it.
“May I have your attention, please,” a woman’s voice said over the public address system. “The following students are to report to the nurse’s office immediately.”
I knew what this was about. Everyone knew what it was about. The Program was put on hold over the winter. This was the first day that it was starting back up. We all fell silent hoping that our name would not be called. There were going to be two people from each class, one boy and one girl, that were going to have to be naked for the entire week.
The names for the seniors were announced first, followed by the juniors and sophomores. I held my breath as the two freshmen were chosen. “Freshmen Alejandro Lopez and Stephanie Falcon. You all have five minutes to get to the nurse’s office before a dean forces you to comply. Trust me, you don’t want to make this any harder on yourself.”
I was in a state of shock. I couldn’t believe that I heard my name called. I glanced over at Becky. She was looking at me in a sympathetic way. It suddenly started to feel real. I broke down into tears.
“It’s okay, Steph,” Becky said placing a hand on my shoulder. “It will just be for one week. It’ll go by faster than you think.” She paused as I began to gather my emotions. “You better get going before the dean comes looking for you.”
I slowly nodded my head in agreement as I rose from my seat. Becky got up and gave me a warm hug. Without another word, I made my way to the nurse’s office.
There were already three at the office when I arrived. I didn’t know their names. I did know that the tall guy was a senior. I think he played on the varsity volleyball team. The other two were juniors that I did not recognize.
Entering in the office behind me was a Black guy. I knew he was a sophomore but didn’t know his name. Immediately after him was Wanda Tanaka, a Japanese-American girl who was a sophomore. She was in my biology class. A few minutes later Alejandro Lopez, a Puerto Rican who was in my Spanish class, entered the office.
The nurse glanced at the clock on the wall. “Well, it seems that one of you decided to not report on time.” She nodded at the dean who left to find the girl representing the seniors. We all looked at each other nervously. We didn’t say a word to each other during the entire five minutes it took to locate the missing student.
I could hear her yelling before they even brought her into the office. “Get your hands off me this instant!” she said as she was dragged into the room with the rest of us. It was Jennifer Sampson, a privileged rich white girl with wavy blonde highlighted hair and blue eyes. Everyone in school knew her.
“Jennifer,” the nurse said as she shook her head. “It doesn’t surprise me that you would not cooperate.”
“I am NOT taking off my clothes,” Jennifer protested.
“If you insist,” the nurse responded nodding to the dean.
He grabbed the collar of her shirt and ripped it off her. In a few short seconds, the shirt was a pile of rags lying on the floor. She was standing there in just her bra and jeans. “How dare you!” she protested. “That was a Chanel top. Do you know how much that costed?”
“If you don’t want those designer jeans to meet the same fate,” the dean said to her. “I suggest you take them off yourself.” She stared him down but didn’t say a word as she took off her shoes.
“That goes for the rest of you,” the nurse said to us. “Take off your clothes.”
We all began to take off our clothing not wanting to have our clothing destroyed and going home naked. I was so nervous that I was slightly shaking as I removed my shirt. I had a bra on although I didn’t have any breasts. I took that off as well. Then I slipped out of my shoes and lowered my pants. Finally, I took off my panties. I stood there with my hands covering my erect penis. Everyone else was also placing their hands over their genitals.
“Okay, you know the rules,” the nurse said to all of us. “No trying to cover yourself up.” The dean passed out pamphlet about The Program. “You can wear shoes and socks,” the nurse continued. “You can also keep your backpacks. You’re only allowed three five-minute bathroom breaks a day. You are also to use the bathroom of the opposite gender. Stephanie, you’ll be using the boys’ bathroom. You are on display for all the students to see and you are to cooperate with letting them examine you. More details can be found in your pamphlets.”
We were very familiar with The Program, especially the upper classmen. The very first week that I started school at The Sea was the first time I’ve seen The Program being enforced. Of course, I knew about it for a long time, hearing about it from high schoolers on the bus when I was in elementary school. Although many students delighted in hearing the stories of what their classmates had to go through, I always felt bad for the students that had to go through it. Now I was going to experience what they went through.
The nurse pulled her chair from the desk to the center of the office in front of us and sat down. “Alright, Jennifer,” the nurse directed. “Get over my knee and take your punishment for not showing up.”
“You can’t be serious,” Jennifer replied back in disbelief. Everyone knew that those selected for The Program were spanked when you did anything wrong. Sometimes you don’t even have to have done anything wrong for it to happen. Jennifer knew this but thought she was excepted for being from a wealthy family.
“Don’t make me get up and force you over here,” the nurse warned.
She sighed and slowly walked over to her. With a little coaxing, she was bent over the nurse’s knee with her ass in the air.
“I want this to be a lesson for all of you as well. This is what happens if you don’t follow the rules.” Her hand came down on one of Jennifer’s butt cheek then down on the other. The nurse was slapping her ass so rapidly that her hands were a blur. Jennifer was kicking her legs, wailing hysterically and begging her to stop. I was flinching from the sight of it.
It was all over within a few minutes. Her ass was a bright red color. She placed her hands on it and rubbed it gingerly. Tears were running down her cheeks.
The nurse helped her on her feet. “Now off to your classes,” the nurse said to us as I stuffed the pamphlet in my backpack. “You can thank Jennifer for being late.”
We all started to file out in the hallway. “This is such bullshit,” Jennifer loudly exclaimed as she walked out of the office rubbing her backside.
My first class was English. The class started about ten minutes ago. I just realized that the nurse didn’t gave me a hall pass. Yet, I was certain that everyone would know why I was late.
I took a deep breath before I opened the door and walked inside the classroom. Immediately all eyes were on me. I could hear some snickering from my classmates. I fought the urge to try to cover myself. I knew that I would get punished if I did. My cheeks grew warm with embarrassment as I went to find my seat.
“We are doing a writing assignment,” my teacher, Mr. Wilson informed me as I took out my Chromebook. “We are using the types of persuasive writing of ethos, pathos and logos that we learned last week. You’ll be writing about what each of you wants to see you do. We’ll vote on the best essay and have you do it on Friday.”
I groaned dreading to find out what my classmates would want me to do. I could tell this was going to be a very long week. Yet, I knew exactly what I wanted to do. I began to write out my arguments. I had to look at my notes to see which type meant what. Ethos was an ethical appeal, pathos was an emotional appeal, and logos was a logical appeal. We all spent the rest of the class period writing our essays.
The bell went off and we were dismissed from class. “Make sure you have it completed by tomorrow,” Mr. Wilson told us as we began to file out of the classroom.
It felt odd walking in the halls of the school naked. I felt very uncomfortable with all my classmates staring at me. It wasn’t just embarrassing. It was terrifying.
I entered Ms. Henderson’s algebra class. There were still three minutes until the period would start. I took this opportunity to look through the pamphlet about The Program.
It began with a history of The Program. It started in 2002 by the U.S. Department of Education to get high school students to be more confident in themselves. It went on to explain how The Program was a big success by showing graphs.
I skipped over to the part about the rules of the Program. I was to obey all requests by students, teachers and staff within reason. It didn’t define what “within reason” meant. Yet it did give some examples of what I might be doing. My face turned red with embarrassment as I read over them.
The bell rang singling the start of the second period. The Pledge of Allegiance was recited over the PA system. Then announcements were made about sport scores, club activities and the beginning of The Program for this semester. “Remember,” the student announcer said, “they must do what you say, but don’t ask them to do anything to harm themselves or others or to destroy school property. These have been your Sea announcements. Go Pirates!”
Ms. Henderson began to tell us about our assignment for today. Thankfully it was about algebra and not about me. She didn’t recognize me the entire period as if nothing was unusual. I could hear some whispering about me from my classmates but nothing more than that.
Soon the bell rang, and I was off to my third period class. I was dreading this class. It was my biology class. I can only imagine what will happen to me there. I was wondering if I should skip the class. I ditched that idea quickly, not wanting to be spanked like Jennifer was.
I got into the classroom about half a minute before the bell went off. Most of my classmates were already in class. I saw Wanda sitting in her seat close to the front of the class. I got in my seat in the back of the class. It wasn’t long before the bell rang to start our class.
“Good morning, class,” Mr. Mason said as he clasped his hands together. “I’ve been teaching for ten years and never had the opportunity to have two students in my classroom in The Program at the same time. Wanda and Steph, please come up to the front of the class.”
Wanda and I got out of our seats. “Turn around, Wanda,” Mr. Mason said as she stood in front of the teacher. “Let everyone get a good look at you. Steph, stand next to her facing the class.”
We were both nervously looking at our classmates. “Notice Wanda’s body and how it is different from Steph’s body. Wanda has what appears to be A cup breasts while Steph’s chest is flat. You can see the curve of Wanda’s hip where Steph doesn’t have. Notice the pubic hair around Wanda’s labia. Which is neatly trimmed.” This got Wanda to blush and giggles from the other students. “While Steph has no hair around her penis.”
“You can also notice that Steph is sexually aroused with her penis being hard and erect.” Now was my turn to blush. One student yelled out that he couldn’t see it. My penis was only about four inches long.
Mr. Mason ignored the remark. “Steph is on puberty blockers,” he continued. “Isn’t that right, Steph?” I nodded my head that I was. “You can see that Steph still has the body of a ten or eleven year old. While Wanda clearly shows the onset of puberty.”
“Let’s see if Wanda is sexually aroused as well.” Mr. Mason placed his right hand between her legs and rubbed against her vagina. She let out a soft moan and involuntarily widened her legs. “We can tell by feeling if she is wet and her labia is swollen open, which she is.”
“Now, let’s watch them both masturbate themselves to an orgasm.” He took a step back so that he could watch as well. “Go ahead Wanda and Steph; play with yourselves.”
I reached down and grabbed my penis with my right hand and slowly started stroking myself. At first I was looking out at everyone. I was growing deeply embarrassed and shut my eyes trying to imagine myself being alone.
I spat on my hand and started to jerk myself a bit quicker. I could hear Wanda moaning next to me. I put my index finger of my left hand on my asshole and pushed it inside. I could hear some nervous giggles when I did that. I knew I was getting close. Then without warning I shot my cum. It didn’t travel very far. It splashed on the floor directly in front of me.
I start to rub my balls as I fingered my ass. I still had my eyes closed when I heard Wanda let out a squeal as she had an orgasm. We eventually both came to a stop.
“Okay you two, go to the lab and clean yourselves off. Steph, make sure you wipe your cum off of the floor.” We both made our way to the lab area of the classroom. We got a few paper towels and ran the water to clean ourselves. We didn’t look at each other. We were too embarrassed to do so.
After I was done cleaning myself, I took some paper towels and wiped the floor. After tossing it out I went back to my seat. The rest of the class we were talking about hormones and what do to the body.
My next class has U.S. History with Mr. Underwood. The bell rang and we all got into our seats.
“Since this is the start of The Program for this semester and since Steph has been chosen to take part of it, I thought this week we would talk about the contribution that transgender people made to the history of the United States.”
I was grateful that he wasn’t making me do anything sexual at all. I never knew anything about transgender people in history, so I paid attention more than I would have with any other topic.
“There are newspaper articles going back to the mid-1800s of transgender people. Mostly it was women living their lives as a man. Usually, police reports of people being arrested for dressing as the opposite gender.” He went on to talk about how women would enlist in the army during the Civil War posing as men. In fact, he said that Sara Emma Edmonds, the name of our school, was a woman from Michigan who disguised herself as a man during the Civil War. He also stated that she probably wasn’t a transgender as we understand it today, as she married and lived as a woman after the war.
The time seemed to fly right by. Before I knew it the bell went off dismissing us from fourth period. The day was halfway over. Besides masturbating in biology, the day has been alright so far.