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 ï>¿Ashley's Diary -- Wednesday, May 6, 2009 It's taken me a while, but I'm
starting to feel more comfortable now without my panties on.  Even in a
short dress, the breezy feeling that would have so upset me just a few
weeks ago now doesn't bother me as much.  I know some of the freshman
boys hang out near the bottom of the stairs so they can look up our skirts,
but I suppose that's to be expected.  As a joke, I sometimes flip the back
of my skirt up, just as I round the turn, out of their view.  I make sure
to spread my legs when I do that, just to give them an eyeful. That's the
good news, I guess. But there's some bad news that goes along with that. 
Just as I'm getting bolder, the other girls are getting bolder, too.  And
not just in my homeroom class, either.  I think a lot of girls have been
"forgetting" to wear panties.  Some girls have been wearing lingerie --
slips, nighties, pajamas and the like -- to school instead of ordinary
clothes. For the past few days, I've been coming to school in a short dress
or t-shirt, with nothing under it, hoping to pick up a few points, but the
other girls have beat me to those points in even shorter tops.  Have they
no sense of decency?  I mean, some of the girls -- and I don't mean to
pick on Taylor, Jenny, Becky and Hanna -- they don't even try to cover
their butts.  It was almost funny when the four of them were sitting on
one of the bench seats in the cafeteria, the kind I try to stay away from,
because there's no ladylike way to swing your leg around.  Anyway, the
four of them were sitting with their backs to the door as I walked in, and
not one of their tops even reached to the top of the butt crack.  Maybe
it was just the way they were sitting, with their arms all around each
other, giggling and carrying on, but they really looked bottomless. Sorry
for being such a party pooper.  I guess I'm just scared I'll be the one
who will be stripped this month.  I promise I'll lighten up by tomorrow's
post.

   Sometimes fashion needs to trump animal magnetism.  Today's pretty girl
may be unaware that her butt is among the most beautiful in the world.  So
she covers it with a dress that is perhaps a little longer than absolutely
necessary.

   Don't get me wrong.  It's a pretty dress; just longer than necessary. 
Her bad judgment in dress length notwithstanding, I find myself captivated
by her soulful brown eyes.  Aren't you? 



   Ashley's Diary -- Thursday, May 7, 2009 Let me apologize once again for
being such a party pooper yesterday.  I don't know what got into me. 
Today I wore a man-tailored shirt, with nothing under it, and I felt really
sexy for the first time in a while.  You see, the tails of the shirt were
exactly the right length for me to feel decent, and the sides were open, so
I could feel sexy, too.  I got a lot of compliments from the boys, and
from some girls, too.  I felt frisky, and my mood was infectious.  After
lunch, I went outside and played like a little girl, and a lot of my
friends came along to play with me, or just watch. Now that we're seniors
in high school, our teachers want to get us ready for the College. 
They've been dropping hints about the unusual Dress Code at the College,
and especially about the Inspections.  It makes sense to inspect the girls
from time to time, to ensure they're following the Dress Code.  I have no
quarrel with that, but it shouldn't be necessary for the girls to strip
naked just to verify they're following the Dress Code.  That really seems
a bit extreme.  Maybe my teachers are exaggerating. But anyway, in History
class, our teacher decided we should be prepared for college, so each day
at random, she calls on a girl and tells her to strip.  If the girl is
naked in a few seconds, then she's allowed to put one item of clothing back
on right away, and the others are donated to charity.  But if it takes
her more than a few seconds to get naked, then the class picks which item
she gets to keep, and even then, she can't have it until the end of the
period.  It took a few naked crying girls for the rest of us to realize
the best idea was to wear just one or two items of clothing, and be
prepared to whip them off at a moment's notice. We all had a laugh at Lee
Ann's expense today.  She was so keyed up because she hadn't been called
on yet to strip, and she's been expecting it.  Today she was especially
worried because she wore a tight minidress with panties under it.  So when
the teacher called on her to give the answer to a question, she whipped off
her dress, and started to pull down her panties before she noticed everyone
laughing at her.  "Go ahead, Lee Ann," said the teacher.  "Finish
stripping, and then answer the question."  This caused even more laughter,
but she did it.  Standing crimson-faced and naked next to a pile of her
clothes, she answered the question.  Even though it took her quite a while
to finish stripping, the teacher gave her a break.  She was allowed to put
her dress back on, but not her panties.  This embarrassed her, because her
dress was really too short to wear without panties.

   This?  It's just a little think I picked up in Paris.  Do you like it?



   Ashley's Diary -- Friday, May 8, 2009 I never gave my gym uniform a
second thought.  It was a t-shirt with my class on it, 2009.  The seniors
color was green.  The next class, 2010, had yellow shirts, then blue, and
the babies who won't graduate until 2012 wear red shirts.  All the shirts
are the same size, which means they cover the freshman girls a whole lot
better than they cover the seniors. All of this brings me up to the next
point, which is our bull dyke gym teacher, Miss Phineas.  She has started
to enjoy humiliating some of the girls in our class.  Like I said, the
shirts are starting to get kinda tight on some of us, and so our panties,
if we wear any, have started to show.  I've been told that in other
schools, the uniform includes shorts as well as a shirt, but not at ours. 
Well, Miss Phineas says she's sick and tired of seeing our panties.  One
day she told us the girl wearing the next pair of panties she sees is going
to get the "treatment".  But she never said what that meant.  Some girls
think the "treatment" calls for hanging from the high bar with legs spread
wide, while the entire class walks under her, taking whacks at her butt. 
In any case, the treatment has -- so far -- not been needed, as we have all
"voluntarily" left our panties in the locker room. Now that we are suitably
bottomless at every gym class, Miss Phineas has begun taking particular
delight in assigning us to teams labeled "shirts" and "skins".  She makes
us count off, 1, 2, 1, 2, etc.  and then she calls the 1's to one side of
the gym, and the 2's to the other side.  Then she makes us spread our
legs, bend over, and touch our toes to help her decide which team will be
skins, and which will be shirts.  She actually fondles the bottoms of some
of the girls as she walks among them, judging them.  The first girl who
squeals, or laughs, is stripped, and her team becomes the "skins".  We
know this, so we just let her fondle us.  Sometimes, she pauses for a long
time, and I try not to look, but I think I saw her bring one of the girls
in my class to silent orgasm.  If that's true, I'm so proud of that girl
for cumming in total silence so as not to cause her whole team to have to
strip. Eventually, though, some girl slips up.  She could be goosed by
surprise, or spanked suddenly.  So then we all have to strip, so we can be
the skins.  Lately the weather hasn't been so good, thank God, so we
haven't had to play outside.  And on those rare days we've been outside,
I've been lucky enough to be on the "shirts" team.  I could see all the
faces lining the windows of the classrooms, getting an eyeful of the naked
girls. Lately, Miss Phineas has been on a new kick: running.  She says the
last ten girls, whoever they are, just aren't trying hard enough, so she
strips them.  So far, I've been fast enough to keep my clothes on.  It's
a good thing, too, because the only way to get your uniform back is to
follow Miss P into the cafeteria, naked, and wait for her to call your
name.  The girls who don't make it lose their uniforms forever, and I
suppose you can imagine the special punishment Miss P gives girls who have
lost their uniforms.

   I'm embarrassed because I didn't think ahead.  You see, my panties just
don't go with my skirt.  But now, it's really hard to take off my panties,
and pull them all the way over my rollerblades, but I guess I'm gonna have
to do that -- for the sake of fashion.