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 �>�Shirts vs Skins by Sharon

   Introductions first: My name is Sharon and I live in the New England.  I
am three weeks from my twentieth birthday.  I have short (boy cut), jet
black hair and weigh 116 pounds.  I am very active in sports and attend a
junior college two hours from my home.  Well, now that you have some
specifics about who I am, this is my story.

   I -(TM)ll start by telling you, some days you just can -(TM)t prepare
for what might happen.  It all started innocently enough last Sunday
afternoon.  I went for a walk, and ended up down by the junior college,
where I go to school, and played on the varsity basketball team during my
freshman year.  I am short, only 5 -(TM) 4 -� tall, but have a great
outside shot, and I am a pretty good point guard, if I do say so myself. 
It was late august, and I had just started my sophomore year the week
before.  The temperature was unusually hot, in the mid-nineties and the
humidity was high.

   With such weather conditions, I chose to wear a light sundress, bra and
white cotton panties.  I had on my sneakers and ankle socks, because I had
planned on walking several miles that day for the exercise, despite the
heat.  Other than my water bottle, I had no other possessions with me.  I
have a hide-a-way key to my little studio apartment, so I didn -(TM)t have
to carry a purse during my walk.  As I walked along the sidewalk in the
rear of the college, I saw some guys shooting hoops on the outdoor court. I
also noticed someone appeared to be opening the door to the gymnasium.  I
thought that was strange since it was Sunday but didn -(TM)t give it too
much thought.

   Since I was in a tree shaded area, I took a few minutes to rest and
watch the guys play.  They were o.k.  but I could easily hold my own among
them.  You see, I chose this junior college for three reasons.  One: I knew
my basketball skills would get me a spot on any college team, but a small
junior college would allow me much more playing time than a larger one.  I
never expected to have a career playing basketball, so I wanted the
opportunity to play a lot.  Two: I had planned to transfer to a larger
school my junior year, to keep from going into too much debt for my
education.  Third: I was two hours from home, so I could visit often but
still be out on my own.  The college was in a quaint small-town setting and
had a great nursing program.

   I continued to watch their game from a distance, when a girl I knew from
the college, walked up beside me.  Her name was Emily.  She and I had some
classes together but were not real close.  Emily was taller than me, about
5 -(TM)7 -�, and had red hair.  Noticing I had been watching the guys play,
she said,  -�That -(TM)s my brother Sam, going into the gym.  He practices
with those high school seniors, sometimes -�.   -�They -(TM)re allowed to
use the 'Gym' when the school is closed? -�, I asked.   -�I guess so -�,
she replied.

   I tilted my bottle and took the last swig of my water.  Emily noticed my
empty water bottle, then offered to ask her brother if I could go into the
gym and refill it from the water fountain.   -�Why not? -�, I thought, and
nodded in agreement.  We made our way over to the court, where her brother
and six sweaty high school guys were taking a water break of their own. 
The guys had been playing shirts vs skins, so the three of them who were
skins, were not wearing shirts.  I had to gain my focus, and not stare at
their sweaty, glistening abs.

   Emily said,  -�Hey Sam.  This is my friend Sharon.  Can she fill her
water bottle at the fountain inside? -� Sam seemed somewhat irritated and
said,  -�I know who she is.  Have her hurry up.  Only us guys are supposed
to be in there -�.  I felt awkward and my heart was beating faster, as I
hurried in and refilled my water bottle.  I -(TM)m not sure if I was a
little anxious because I wasn -(TM)t supposed to be in the gym on a Sunday,
or if it was because those boys were so cute and fit.   -~Boys -�.  Listen
to me.  I was only two years older than them.

   I returned outside and heard Emily telling Sam,  -�Sharon played on the
girl -(TM)s, varsity basketball team when she was only a freshman -�.  Sam
did not seem impressed, as he instructed the guys to move the game into the
gym.  I started to wonder what he meant when he said, he knew who I was, as
I watched the high school seniors go through the gymnasium door.  I must
have had a puzzled look on my face, because Emily noticed my expression and
started to fill me in.   -�Sam is a senior this year, and still plays on
the junior varsity basketball team.  I know he goes to the girl -(TM)s
games to support the team, and the school.  He must be a little jealous
that you played on the varsity team your freshman year.

   Just when I thought they were going to close the outside gym door, one
of the shirtless guys, wearing only small gym shorts and sneakers, peeked
his head out and asked,  -�Do you two want to come in and watch the game?
-� Immediately, I was against the idea, but Emily pulled me aside and said,
 -~Sharon.  I like one of those guys.  Please go in with me? -� with a
desperate but sweet expression on her face.  O.k.  but only for a few
minutes -� I replied.  The boy holding the door smiled, as Emily and I
walked past his toned physique.  I didn -(TM)t know which boy Emily was
attracted too, but they were all pretty cute.

   Emily and I sat on the bleachers, while the guys warmed up with some
outside shooting and basic basketball drills.  I assumed Sam was going to
take more of a coaching or referee position, since the high school boys
already had an even three on three.  After a few minutes, one of the boys
wearing a shirt was replaced my Sam and the three on three game began. 
Emily whispered to me, that the boy sitting on the bleachers in front of
us, was the one she liked.   -�He -(TM)s only a year younger than me -�,
she emphasized, trying to come to terms, in her own mind, that she was in
college and he was a high school senior.

   I signaled to Emily with my eyes, and headed down the few bleacher
seats, separating us from the object of her crush.  Making sure there was a
place between me and the young man, for her to sit, I turned my focus to
the game.  Emily took her place between us.   -�Hey Jimmy.  How -(TM)s it
going? -�, she asked him.   -�Pretty good Emily.  How are you doing? -� I
quietly slid down a bit, allowing Emily an opportunity to further her one
on one discussion with this cute guy.  After all, that -(TM)s why I agreed
to watch the game with her in the first place.

   I couldn -(TM)t help from overhearing that the eighth guy expected to
play, cancelled at the last minute.  I felt bad for Jimmy, but Emily seemed
thrilled it worked out as it did.  Even so, Jimmy was obviously
disappointed.  I figured they would substitute the players in and out of
the game sooner or later, but I was wrong.  Jimmy went on to tell Emily
that he was the only one who didn -(TM)t play on the school team and was
more a baseball player than basketball player.  He said the competition was
fierce, so he had little chance of playing in an odd numbered game.

   I am extremely competitive myself but would never let one person sit on
the bench, while everyone else got to play.  It was just a pick-up game
after all.  It didn -(TM)t mean anything!  I felt a little weird but was
happy to be in the air-conditioned gymnasium.  I was a little
self-conscious, but a bit turned on.  The cool breeze from the
air-conditioning vent was stimulating me under my sundress, while I was
watching these shirtless hunks running up and down the court.  Emily
continued to distract Jimmy as the game went on.

   After fifteen minutes of non-stop running, playing, sweating and
basically turning me on, the guys finally took a break.  Trying not to seem
obviously aroused, I got up and went to the water fountain to refill my
water bottle, even though it wasn -(TM)t near empty.  As I filled it to the
brim, I heard Emily say,  -�Sam.  When does Jimmy get to play? -� In his
arrogant tone, he responded.   -�We don -(TM)t have enough players for him
to play Emily -�.  That -(TM)s when I heard those fateful words spill from
Emily -(TM)s mouth.   -�Sharon can play!  She -(TM)s very good!  Then the
teams will be even, with each having four players -�.

   The high school boys looked at me, as I walked back from the water
fountain.   -�No.  I really don't want to play -�, I said.  Sam responded
in a demeaning tone,  -�Oh.  The superstar basketball player doesn -(TM)t
want to play, Guys.  She must be afraid to mix it up with the big boys -�.
Emily and the high school boys looked to me.  Their eyes said it all, 
-�Don -(TM)t let him bully you Sharon -�.  I relented and said,  -�O.k.  I
-(TM)ll play!  I had forgotten I was wearing a short sundress and not the
appropriate attire for playing basketball.  I don -(TM)t think Sam thought
I would agree to play, because he walked back onto the court saying, 
-�Fine!  We -(TM)ll take Jimmy and you can be skins! -�



   Shirts vs Skins - 2

    -�Skins?  I -(TM)m not playing on the  -~Skins -(TM) team! -� I
insisted.  Sam continued his discontented attitude and replied.   -�Oh.  
-~Big Girl -(TM) on campus! -� Staring at my little  -~A -(TM) size
breasts, he went on to say,  -�Sharon!  You don -(TM)t have anything there
anyway.  Who cares if you -(TM)re skins? -�.  I turned to Emily and said, 
-�No Way Emily!  I -(TM)m not playing topless! -� Her pleading eyes were
begging me to go through with it, so Jimmy could play too.  I argued
continuously, but her infatuation with Jimmy clouded her vision.  All she
wanted, was to help him get on the court, but at what cost to me?

   I started to walk toward the door leading outside, when I was stopped by
one of the shirtless high schoolers.  He was one of the boys I was barely
able to take my eyes off of.  He must have been Italian.  Wearing the
smallest and tightest spandex gym shorts available, with hair as black as
mine, he smiled at me and said.   -�Please Sharon.  Why won -(TM)t you
play? -� I must have lost my mind, because I pulled up my dress to just
below my  -~A -(TM) size breasts and said,  -�Look!  I can -(TM)t play
basketball like this! -� I found out his name was Tony, as we both surveyed
my low-cut white cotton panties, that allowed my black pubic hair to rise
above the waist band.

   He stared at my now stimulated pussy and continued to beg with his eyes
for me to play.  There was no way I was going to play basketball wearing
just my panties and sneakers.   -�Sharon.  Who cares if you are topless? -�
I pulled my shirt above my nipples for Tony, and replied,  -�Tony!  I can
-(TM)t play like this! -� My nipples were so erect and sore from being so
aroused, that I was embarrassed for everyone else to see them.  Sam
continued his belittling rant and said.   -�You know guys.  They are all
women libers until it -(TM)s time to play like a man -�.

   That was it!  I had heard enough!  I ripped off my sundress and bra and
dropped them on the gym floor next to me.  Standing there in just my white
cotton panties and sneakers I said.   -�Let -(TM)s play! -� All eyes were
on my now exposed  -~A -(TM) size breasts and scantly covered pussy, as I
picked up a basketball and started to dribble down the court.  For the
first time in my life, I was happy I had small breasts.  Having double  -~D
-(TM)s bouncing all over while I was running up and down the court, would
have been even more embarrassing.  I must admit I had this impassioned
desire to be observed by the boys, as I pulled up and sank a three pointer
from the perimeter.  I turned to the guys and said,  -�Are you guys ready
to play? -�

   Emily was so excited that Jimmy was going to get to play, but Sam seemed
disappointed, that I was not only willing to play in just my panties but
was actually going through with it.  The sensation of being so exposed was
titillating, as I stood there with my black pubic hair sprouting up
slightly past the waist band of my low-cut panties.  The teams were set,
and the game was on.  I took my usual position as point guard and moved our
team down the court.  I couldn -(TM)t believe I was playing basketball with
seven guys in my college gymnasium, wearing only panties and sneakers.  I
must admit, it was thrilling!

   Making sure I wasn -(TM)t seen as a ball hog, I passed the ball back and
forth to my fellow, shirtless team mates.  I threaded the needle with a
bounce pass to Tony who made a layup.  We had scored the first points of
the game while another of my team mates gave me a high five, as we fell
back on defense.  This would prove to be the first true test of my nerve.
Anyone who knows the game of basketball, knows when on defense, you must
keep your hands up and legs spread for balance.  I was completely exposed
to the seven guys on the court, and Emily in the bleachers.

   The game went back and forth as most games do.  We were up five points
thanks to my foul shooting.  I guess it should have been expected that the
other team players were going to foul me more than the guys.  There were
plenty of hands grabbing my tits and ass, disguised as inadvertent fouls. I
took them in stride and made my way to the foul line.  Standing there on
the foul line, with everyone -(TM)s attention on me, was getting me more
and more aroused.  I really had to focus to make those shots.

   I settled into my game and concentrated on playing the best I could but
was unable to totally disregard my state of dress.  Sweat was now covering
my bare skin, which was a constant reminder of the fact that I was almost
naked.  I would usually wipe the sweat off my face using my shirt, which I
did not have on.  The constant fouling for the purpose of getting some
cheap thrills, dissipated a bit.  I guess they got tired of watching me
sink those foul shots.  The game continued for another half hour with only
a few one-minute breaks.  As badly as I needed the rest, along with
everyone else, it was then I felt most vulnerable.

   I tried to maintain some dignity, while being the center of attention
courtside.  When we were playing I felt less noticed, but courtside, that
was different.  I felt my now sweaty, bare skin was on display for all to
see.  It -(TM)s not easy pretending it doesn -(TM)t bother you, trying to
act like one of  -~The guys -(TM).  The problem was  -~The Guys -(TM) didn
-(TM)t have breasts and they had shorts on.  Even though my breasts were
small, my nipples still became erect and my snug little cotton panties were
now soaked with sweat.  Being this exposed was both arousing and
humiliating at the same time.

   We finally took an extended break of fifteen minutes.  I spent my time
courtside talking about the game, in a failed attempt to distract the guys
from continuing their obvious stares.  I get it.  I caught myself staring
at them a few times, but they were dressed appropriately for the game.  I
wasn -(TM)t.  To add insult to injury, my water bottle cap was loose, and
water poured down the front of my panties as I was taking a sip.  Instantly
my panties turned transparent, proving I was no blonde.  My black pubic
hair could be seen through the thin, wet fabric from the other side of the
gym.  I have never been so mortified as every eye in the gymnasium was
glued to my crotch and now exposed black bush.



   Shirts vs Skins - 3

   Emily was busy cultivating her relationship with Jimmy, leaving me
feeling naked and abandoned among the other players.  To my surprise, no
one, including Sam, made fun of my precarious situation.  There was not one
teasing word, as I impatiently waited for the game to resume.  Maybe it was
due to the passive attitude of the college-high school correlation.  Maybe
the boys looked at me as more of an adult.  Regardless, I was grateful I
hadn -(TM)t become the object of any ridicule.

   Trying to maintain some level of dignity, while wearing only soaking
wet, transparent panties, that allowed my bare breasts and pubic hair to be
in perfect view of everyone, was unfathomable.  After what seemed like an
eternity, we finally took to the court and started to play.  My total
concentration on the game, diverted my attention from the overwhelming
sense of impropriety I was feeling.  I had been exposed for almost an hour
at this point, but this inner perception of my own indecency remained
unbearable.

   Ten minutes into play, the aggressive pace of the game preoccupied my
attention.  This finally allowed me some small diversion from these
thoughts about my own indiscretion.  I was playing basketball with seven
guys, wearing only my panties and sneakers, in my college gymnasium!  What
was I thinking?  Why did I agree to it?  Emily and I were not that close,
so it couldn -(TM)t be for our friendship.  I dribbled down the court and
passed the ball to a team mate who scored.  Running backwards on defense I
started to question my own emotional state.

   There was no denying it.  This was exhilarating!  Every time I got into
a scuffle for a loose ball, I became more sexually stimulated.  I was
unaware someone could feel so excited and apprehensive at the same time,
but I was.  Once again, dripping with sweat and feeling the bodies of the
guys brushing against me bare skin, I had lost all my inhibition.  I was
playing as if I was wearing college basketball uniform.  It was
intoxicating.  As I said earlier, I knew I could hold my own with these
guys, but doing it wearing only my panties was a huge turn on and burst for
my ego.  I could play all afternoon like this!

   I can -(TM)t believe I am admitting to this, but when we took our next
sixty second break, I discreetly wet my panties again.  This time on
purpose.  I tried to justify in my mind that I did it for an advantage on
the court, but the truth is, I was elevating my sexual stimulation.  Being
the object of attention of these cute guys was so erotic.  I even shot
baskets while the guys were resting courtside, trying not to come off
looking like I was deliberately exhibiting my tiny, almost naked frame. 
But I was.  Being so exposed had become such a  -~Rush -(TM) I had almost
forgotten where I was.  Almost.

   I was at the far end of the court shooting baskets, when my sense of
euphoria would come crashing down.  The gym door leading to the locker
rooms burst open and there stood Mr.  Wallace, the dean of students.  
-�Let -(TM)s get out of here! -� was all I heard from the end of the court
leading outside.  The trampling of sneakers and the slamming of the outside
door followed, as I was left standing there alone in front of Mr.  Wallace.
I must have been in shock because I just froze, not even having the
ware-a-bouts to cover my tiny breasts.

   The sound of his shoes clacking on the gym floor, as he made his way
over to me, seemed excruciatingly loud.  He stopped a few feet from me and
scanned my inappropriately dressed body.  He muttered,  -�I can only
imagine where your clothes are -�.  Then he caught sight of my soaked
panties and visible pubic hair and asked in a stern voice.   -�Why are your
panties wet? -� Total humiliation overcame every fiber of my being, as I
was unable to answer him.  I finally regained enough of my bearings to
cover my breasts.   -�Oh no!  Arms by your side -�, he demanded.   -�I see
no reason for any modesty at this point young lady -�.

   I dropped my arms to my sides, and my head in disgrace, as complete and
utter shame overwhelmed me.  The clacking of his shoes continued as he
slowly walked around me, surveying every inch of bare skin and what could
be seen through my wet, transparent panties.  I almost started to cry,
realizing I had no idea how much trouble I was in.  Would I be suspended or
expelled?  How could I possibly explain this to my parents?  After keeping
me in suspense for what seemed like forever, he finally spoke again, 
-�Well miss -�.  What to do with you?  Do I report the trespassing to the
police?  Do I notify your parents?  What to do? -� he said, aware he was
now emotionally torturing me.  He had the upper hand and he knew it.

   Mr.  Wallace made his way back in front of me and asked,  -�What is your
name young lady?  And please look at me when you answer -�.  I turned my
red face upward and replied,  -�Sharon -�.   -�Sharon -�, he muttered.  
-�Well Sharon, don -(TM)t you play basketball on the varsity team? -� 
-�Yes sir -�, I answered, wondering how my circumstances could have changed
so dramatically, in just a few minutes.   -�I think I should notify your
coach first, since she bares some responsibility for the girls on her team
-�.  I wanted to beg him not to contact my coach, Miss Reynolds, but the
threat of a trespassing charge with the police worried me more than
anything.

   Not allowing me to retrieve my clothes, Mr.  Wallace pulled out his cell
phone and dialed Miss Reynolds.   -~Mortified -(TM), is not a strong enough
word to describe how I was feeling.  He confirmed she was on her way.  My
coach would be here soon, and I had no idea how to explain why I was
playing basketball, wearing just my panties and sneakers, in the college
gymnasium.  There is no explanation!  I got caught up in the moment and was
about to pay the price for my inexcusable behavior.



   Shirts vs Skins - 4

   Miss Reynolds came storming into the gymnasium and caught sight of me.
Immediately she headed right for Mr.  Wallace.  Before she could get out a
word, he said,  -�Jean.  Before you lose your temper, keep in mind this is
how I found her when I came into the gym.  As a matter of fact, it was only
by accident that I walked by the security monitors in my home and saw what
was going on here.  You would be best turning your outrage to her and find
out what she was thinking -�.  Miss Reynolds knew about the security
cameras in the school and realized her disappointment had nowhere to fall
but on me.  I sat there (on the bleachers by now) totally ashamed and
practically naked.

   Miss Reynolds was glaring at me, as she walked down the court and
retrieved my sundress and bra.  She threw them at me and barked,  -�Put
these on! -�, in the most annoyed tone possible.  I remained seated as I
put on my bra and sundress, only leaning forward enough to pull the dress
below my thighs.  Back and forth she paced on the gym floor in front of me,
not knowing quite what to say.  I was about to speak when she said,  -�Not
a word Sharon!  Not one word -�.  She took a deep breath and said,  -�I
-(TM)ll need to see the tape Mr.  Wallace, so I can best decide how to deal
with this situation -�.  She was so disappointed in me, that I could barely
catch my breath.

   Mr.  Wallace agreed and led us to the faculty screening room.  This was
where the teachers, professors and security people would review a camera
film, before taking action on a specific event that went on at the college.
 -�OMG!  It -(TM)s all on film! -�, was all I could think to myself.  I
followed them like I was on my way to  -~The Gallows -(TM).  I was told to
wait outside the screening room while Mr.  Wallace and Miss Reynolds
watched the film.  Of course, they left the door open.  I guess I was
considered a flight risk, now that I had my dress back on.  Knowing what
was on the film, made the wait unbearable.

   I was cringing at every  -~Gasp -(TM),  -~O.M.G. -(TM),  -�I can -(TM)t
believe this! -� and  -~W.T.F -(TM), I heard, as they watched the video of
me playing basketball with the boys, wearing just my panties and sneakers.
The video was almost an hour, and they watched it from beginning (when we
entered the gymnasium) to end (when Mr.  Wallace entered the gym, and
everyone else took off).  I didn -(TM)t think things could get worse until
they started to discuss my fate.

   Miss Reynolds said to Dean Wallace,  -�Mr.  Wallace.  What do you
suggest? -� Dean Wallace replied,  -�Well Jean, we have breaking and
entering, trespassing and indecent exposure, just to name a few -�.  Miss
Reynolds responded,  -�Mr.  Wallace!  Sharon is a good student and talented
basketball player.  She had a serious, lapse of judgement, I admit, but
this is no reason to ruin her future! -� His reply made me knees weaken.  
-�Miss Reynolds.  There were seven boys and another girl present!  This
twisted antic of hers will not be kept quiet for long.  If this depraved
stunt is not disciplined accordingly, I will have students showing up for
class in their underwear before you know it! -�

   As they bickered back and forth about my punishment, I couldn -(TM)t
believe, I was the only  -~One -(TM) not interested in the game in the
first place, yet,  -~Here I Was! -(TM), while Emily, Sam and the rest were
nowhere to be found.  Petrified about the seriousness of Dean Wallace
-(TM)s determination to punish me, I heard their agreement, concerning the
consequences I would have to pay for my conduct.  I may have had my bra and
sundress back, but hearing Dean Wallace -(TM)s and Miss Reynold -(TM)s
consensus, made me feel more vulnerable than I have ever felt before!

   I kept slapping me ears, wondering if I was really hearing this.  
-�Alright Mr.  Wallace.  At least this way there will be no criminal
charges brought against her -�, Miss Reynolds said.   -�She will just have
to live with it, Jean -�, he replied.  Still unable to comprehend the
severity of the situation, I struggled to take in what I was hearing.  
-�So, it is agreed Mr.  Wallace.  Tuesday.  Sharon will stand at the
entrance of the gymnasium, and write 1000 times on a portable blackboard, 
-�I will not trespass and play basketball on school property, while wearing
only my panties and sneakers -�, while she is actually wearing only her
panties and sneakers -� Miss Reynolds said.   -�Yes Jean, and on Thursday
night she will play in an exhibition game with the girl -(TM)s, varsity
basketball team against the boy -(TM)s, Jr.  varsity basketball team
wearing the same panties she was so proudly displaying today -�.



   Shirts vs Skins - 5

   I could not believe my ears and stormed into the room yelling,  -�I
-(TM)m not doing either of those things! -� Mr.  Wallace turned to Miss
Reynolds and said,  -�I -(TM)ll leave this to you Jean -� as he walked out
of the room and down the hallway.  I turned to Miss Reynolds in disbelief.
She said in a stern voice,  -�Sharon!  I don -(TM)t know what you were
thinking but this is serious!  Mr.  Wallace is right!  You have broken some
serious laws here today.  This wasn -(TM)t some out of control frat party!
You broke at least three laws while on this property, including trespassing
and breaking and entering.  Not to mention, Indecent exposure.  Do you want
that on your record?  I -(TM)m trying to keep you from spending years on
probation or even worse, going to jail! -�

   I started to fall apart so she put her arm around me and said softly, 
-�It -(TM)ll be o.k.  Sharon.  There -(TM)s no need to contact your parents
since you are legally an adult.  Mr.  Wallace agreed to destroy the tape
after you have fulfilled your punishment.  I know it will be embarrassing
but it will blow over soon after the game on Thursday.  He is determined to
make an example of you, so I suggest you suck it up and get it over with. I
-(TM)ll talk him about making your Tuesday punishment outside the gym, a
hundred times, not a thousand.  It -(TM)ll be over before you know it -�.

   None of this came even close to making me feel better.  All I knew I was
going to be humiliated in front of the entire school, and I had no choice.
Well, no choice but probation or jail.   -�Come on.  Let me drive you home
-� she said, still keeping her arm around me as we walked out of the room
and out to the parking lot.   -�If it -(TM)s any consolation Sharon, from
what I saw on the tape, you played really well against those boys -� she
said with a slight giggle.  I was not the slightest bit amused.

   As we made our way to Miss Reynolds -(TM) car I asked her,  -�Why am I
the only one in trouble? -� Her response made me even more nervous about
the possible consequences.   -�Sharon.  Mr.  Wallace recognized Emily and
her  -~asshole -(TM) brother Sam.  He will handle them on his terms, but we
don -(TM)t want any involvement with the high school boys.  After all we
-(TM)re not sure they are all eighteen -�.  My heart sank as I realized
what she was saying.  I -(TM)ll be twenty soon and if they were not at
least eighteen, I could have a whole other set of problems.  I could not
have felt more ashamed as I sat in silence on the ride home.  Miss Reynolds
pulled into my driveway and said,  -�Sharon.  I will be calling Mr. 
Wallace when I get home.  I -(TM)ll call you when I know more -�.

   I could barely utter the words,  -�Thank you Miss Reynolds -� as I ran
into my apartment.  I started hyper-ventilating when I got inside.   -�How
did I get myself into this mess? -� I thought to myself, as I ran for my
cabinet and pulled out a bottle of Rum a friend has stashed there.  I drank
three swigs right out of the bottle in an attempt to calm myself down.  Not
being a heavy drinker, it didn -(TM)t take long to catch a good buzz.  I
walked past a mirror on my way to the bathroom and stopped.

   With a pretty good buzz, I found myself staring at my reflection.  I
reached for the bottle of rum and took another swig.  I was now starting to
really feel the effects of the alcohol and returned to the mirror.  Not
knowing what was possessing me, I pulled my sundress off and dropped my bra
to the floor.  I was studying myself wearing only the panties and sneakers
I was wearing in the gym in front of all those boys.  I became aroused as I
turned to see all the angles the boys had seen.  I couldn -(TM)t help
myself and went to the kitchen sink to get some water to wet my panties
like they were in the gym.

   I became down right horny, as I stared at my jet-black pubes through the
transparent panties.  I can -(TM)t believe all those boys saw me like this!
I remembered how thrilled I was to be running around like this in the gym
and temporarily forgot about my dilemma.  Believe it or not, I actually
lowered the mirror a few inches, so I could see my entire reflection.  From
my boy haircut, past my small breasts and erect nipples, to my wet, low cut
panties with fringes of my pubic hair above the waistband, down to my
well-toned legs and sneakers.  Maybe I was getting drunk, but I looked hot!

   I took another swig of rum and playfully pretended I was back in the
gymnasium with the boys.  I took the precaution of locking my door and
lowering the shades, so my neighbors would not see me.  I buried the
thoughts of my upcoming punishment and focused on the memories of my
uninhibited exhibition at the gym.  This is the stuff girls fantasize
about, but I did it!  My heart started pounding as I stared at my
reflection again, knowing I was actually playing basketball with seven
guys, dressed only in the panties and sneakers, I was gazing upon now.  It
was intoxicating.

   In my now drunken state, I removed my panties and focused again on my
reflection.  With nothing on but my sneakers, I wondered how far I would go
in the right circumstances?  I had gotten myself so horny, I made my way to
my bedroom and took care of business.  (If you know what I mean) Just when
the anxiety and tension of the days events dissipated, I heard the phone
ring.  It was Miss Reynolds!  I knew better than to answer, since I was
drunk, and let it go to voicemail.

   I laid in my bed, spread eagle, wearing only my sneakers and now
satisfied, wondering why I did it in the first place, but I knew.  I wanted
to do it!  It turned me on!  I loved it!  Trying to come to terms with this
newly found exhibitionist side of myself, I listened to the message.  Miss
Reynolds said,  -�Sharon.  I talked to Mr.  Wallace, and he agreed to only
100 times on the blackboard, and no cell phones at either Tuesday -(TM)s
gymnasium punishment or the exhibition game on Thursday.  I hope this makes
you feel better.  Please call me -�.



   Shirts vs Skins - 6

   My head was so foggy as I started to fall asleep.  Just when I had a
fleeting moment of emotional relief, the doorbell rang.  I remained quiet,
hoping whoever it was, would go away.  The doorbell ringing and knocking on
the door continued.   -�Sharon.  I know you -(TM)re in there.  Please let
me in! -� It was Emily.  Forgetting my lack of clothing, I stormed toward
the door and yelled as I opened it,  -�What do you want? -� Somehow, Emily
was able to contain herself, as she stared at my naked body.   -�Sharon.  I
am so sorry!  Can I come in? -�

   I turned and made my way back to the bottle of rum.   -�What do you want
Emily? -�, I asked, as I took another swig.  I turned to her and said, 
-�YOU LEFT ME THERE!  YOU LEFT ME THERE EMILY! -� Her eyes filled with
tears, and I could see the total remorse she had about abandoning me.  
-�Sharon.  I don -(TM)t know what to say.  I am so sorry -� she said.  I
handed the bottle of rum to her and said,  -�You may as well join me in a
drink before my public debasement -�.  In the most timid voice possible,
Emily said,  -�Sharon.  Tony -(TM)s here.  He -(TM)d like to talk to you
too -�.  Drunk, and forgetting I was naked, I said  -�Sure!  Why not!  Let
him in -�.

   Tony walked through my door and instantly scanned my naked body.  He
tried his best but was unable to contain his enthusiasm.  Being drunk, I
was still unaware of the fact that every inch of my bare skin, small
breasts with erect nipples and now swollen, wet pussy, were on display
(with the exception of my sneaker covered feet).  It wasn -(TM)t until I
walked in front of the mirror, that I realized I was naked, and my complete
exposure could not be undone.   -�Screw It! -� I thought, as I decided I
would not cover in shame but continue my little fantasy.

   Emily and Tony continued their attempt to gain my forgiveness, but I was
too tipsy to think about anything other than parading my naked body in
front of them.  I walked around my apartment telling them what Mr.  Wallace
had decided would be my punishment.  I went on and on telling them how
humiliating it was going to be for me, while remaining totally exposed to
the two of them.  I even went as far as to put my tiny cotton panties back
on, to display how I would be dressed in front of the entire school, or at
least those who wanted to see my public disciplining.  While complaining
about my upcoming chastisement, I was secretly becoming more and more
aroused.

   Mind you, I was an emotional wreck from the day -(TM)s experience, and
had a pretty good glow from the rum, but I didn -(TM)t fail to notice how
Tony was unable to keep his eyes off my body.  I pretended I didn -(TM)t
see him staring at my small but ample breasts, and rock-hard nipples.  I
kept telling him,  -�Look at Me! -� as I widened my stance and held my arms
outward.   -�The entire school will have the opportunity to see me with
nothing on but these little cotton panties! -�, drawing his eyes to my
moist, cotton covered muff.  He was unable to do anything but stare.  I
continued to act apprehensive about the upcoming events but wished the day
of reckoning was today.  Probably because I was drunk and horny again.

   I had already crossed the line of decency in so many ways, that I was
careful not to get so drunk I did something even more egregious.  I even
pretended to take additional swigs from the rum bottle but didn -(TM)t
actually drink any.  I continued my fraudulent behavior, in an attempt to
get some practice wearing nothing but panties and sneakers amongst clothed
people.  The fact that Tony was so cute, and obviously turned on by my
tiny, almost naked body, made my masquerade that much more fun.  Don -(TM)t
get me wrong.  I was seriously buzzed but was keeping myself on display
because I wanted to.  I have never even played strip poker but was becoming
intoxicated by the exposure.

   As I became totally comfortable hanging out with Emily and Tony in just
my panties, there was a knock at the door.  Instinctively, I crouched over
and covered my tits.  My eyes bugged out, as I looked at Emily and said, in
an authentic voice,  -�Who is it? -� She peaked through the curtains, then
turned to me and said,  -�It -(TM)s Jimmy -�.  Don -(TM)t ask me why but I
stood straight up, dropped my hands from my tits and said,  -�Well.  He
-(TM)s already seen me like this.  May as well let him in -� as I pretended
to take another swig from the rum bottle.  This way I could blame the
alcohol later.

   Emily opened the door a bit to let him in.  I would have been fine if
she had swung it wide open.  Jimmy walked in, greeted Emily and laid his
eyes on me.  With total confidence I stood there and barked.   -�I can
-(TM)t believe you guys left me there, Jimmy! -� maintaining my public
display.  Continuing my contrived  -~Drunk Girl -(TM) theatrics, I asked, 
-�Anyone want a drink? -�, taking my fourth phony gulp from the bottle.  I
was now in view of Tony, Emily and Jimmy and secretly loving it.

   Emily quietly said,  -�Sharon.  I think you -(TM)ve had enough -�, as
she discreetly took the bottle of rum.   -�O.k.  Fine Emily! -� I snapped,
keeping up my disguise.   -�You get me to play basketball in just this! -�
as I again, purposely brought everyone -(TM)s attention to my nearly naked
body.   -�Now I can -(TM)t even have a drink! -� With all eyes on me, Emily
said,  -�I swear Sharon!  I thought Sam would back down.  I never once
thought you would rip off your dress and bra and run around like that! 
Nobody did! -� I could see the consensus in Tony -(TM)s and Jimmy -(TM)s
eyes, as they nodded in agreement.  That -(TM)s when I knew I was to blame.
I must be some kind of exhibitionist slut or something, I thought to
myself. Still.  I was wet between my legs.



   Shirts vs Skins - 7

   Being at ease with Jimmy -(TM)s presence in my apartment, I fell silent
about my fate, yet extended my topless exhibition.  By now I could have
used a real swig from the bottle of rum but didn -(TM)t want to come off as
some kind of inebriated tramp.  My heart skipped a beat as I heard a car
pull into my driveway and the engine turn off.  Next came the voices of
several guys talking to each other.  I gave Emily the same look I had given
her when Jimmy showed up.  Emily walked outside and returned a few seconds
later.   -�Sharon.  It -(TM)s the guys from today -(TM)s game.  They
-(TM)re checking to see if you -(TM)re alright -�.  I gave her one of those
(Are you ...ing kidding me?) looks, then waited for her to send them away.

   Emily -(TM)s expression said it all.  She had this  -~Sympathetic to
Their Cause -(TM) look on her face, as she handed me the bottle of rum.  
-�They mean well Sharon -�, she said.  "How did they know where I live?" I
asked.  Again, Emily's expression said it all.  I took a real swig this
time and said.   -�Sure.  Why not?  It -(TM)s a regular party! -�,
remaining in just my panties.  I figured at this point, any practice at
public nudity could only help, and they had all seen me this way earlier.
The door opened and they all crammed into my little studio apartment. 
Everyone apologized and said they were going to Dean Wallace and turn
themselves in, hoping to get him to reduce my sentence.

   One of the skins players from my team introduced himself.   -�Sharon. 
My name is Barry.  I want you to know that I could have played better
today, but I was trying to hide my erection.  You are so  -~Smoking Hot
-(TM)! -� Everyone was horrified, as the room fell silent.  They all
verbally pounded on Barry and scolded him in unison.  Poor Barry had this
dumbfounded look on his face, as if to say  -�What?  What did I do? -� The
grumbling continued, but I was privately flattered, as my bottle of rum was
passed around the crowded room.  Emily was right.  I was standing in my
tiny studio apartment, wearing only panties and sneakers with six guys and
her, but somehow, I felt better.

   I called out,  -�Hey Guys.  Guys! -� After getting their attention I
said,  -�I appreciate your offer, but I just want to finish my punishment
and move on -�.   -�Is there anything we can do? -�, Tony asked.   -�Yes.
You can all be at the game Thursday night.  It will help to distract me
from the taunting and ridicule, I know I -(TM)m in for -�, I replied.  
-�But for now, if it -(TM)s o.k., I think I -(TM)m going to get some rest
-�.  I could see the understanding in their expressions, then they all
lined up to give me a hug goodnight.  You can -(TM)t imagine the
stimulation a girl wearing only panties can get when being hugged by six
good looking young guys.

   When it was Barry -(TM)s turn to hug me goodbye, I stepped back and
watched, as he scanned my almost bare little frame.   -�Can I trust you to
behave? -�, I asked.   -�No!  I -(TM)m sorry Sharon, because you are  -~So
Smoking Hot -(TM)! -� he yelled, as he shook my hand and headed out the
door.  Only Emily and Tony were left in my apartment, as I laughed at and
appreciated Barry -(TM)s honesty.  Tony stepped up to me and asked,  -�Can
I call you? -� With a suspicious look on my face, I said  -�Let me see your
license -�.  He opened his wallet and handed it to me.  He was eighteen
years and seven months old.  I grinned, handed it back to him and replied,
-�Yes you can -�.

   Emily, still with this expression of remorse on her face, looked at me
with her watery eyes and just hugged me tight.  I whispered into her ear, 
-�It -(TM)s o.k.  Emily.  It -(TM)ll be fine.  Jimmy -(TM)s outside waiting
for you.  I -(TM)ll see you in class tomorrow -�.  She leaned back and
asked,  -�Promise? -�  -�Promise -� I replied, as she walked out the door,
still looking back at me.  I knew she was feeling this burden of guilt and
wished I was able to ease it.  I closed my door and realized that as bad as
this, and the coming days may be, I had made some true friends today.

   Now that I was alone in my apartment, I stood in front of the mirror
again.  I knew the fantasies I was having were far from the humiliating
reality I was going to endure at school.  I decided to go on line and look
up stories where other girls were put into similar situations and how they
were able to bare it.  I was stunned to find out how many websites there
were.  They even have on line communities where the girls communicate
through e-mail with each other.



   I logged onto a site and started to ask some of the girls some
questions. Were you totally naked?  Why were you naked?  Where were you
naked?  How long were you naked?  How many people were there, etc.  Before
I knew it, it was almost midnight.  I had been on line for hours.  The time
flew by as I got involved in discussions while letting my fingers find
their way to my slot from time to time.  I found out how humiliating it was
going to be and that I had better prepare myself mentally.  I also found
out they all had one thing in common.  They all still masturbate thinking
about their experiences to this day.  I went to bed hoping to dream about
being exposed in public.



   Shirts vs Skins - 8

   I woke early in the morning to use the bathroom and returned to bed.  I
fell back asleep, and it was then that I had that  -~Only One Naked -(TM)
dream.  It seemed so real.  I was naked among a group of clothed people,
none of which I knew, as I frantically looked for anything to cover myself
or a place to hide.  Neither was available.  I remember wondering the
entire time,  -�Why am I naked? -� The humiliation was crippling, as I
continued to search for any cover available.  Still there was none. 
Everyone was looking at me, but I seemed to be the only one aware that I
was naked, or the only one who cared.

   The ring of the alarm clock went off as I woke up panic stricken.  I
tried to shake the cobwebs from my head.  I sat up on the side of my bed,
trying to comprehend yesterday -(TM)s events.  I bounced out of bed and
soon found myself in front of the mirror again.  There I was, wearing only
my white cotton panties.  O.M.G.!   -�How many people had seen me like
this? -�, I thought.  More importantly,  -�How many more will see me like
this tomorrow and Thursday? -� It was Monday morning and I had to get to my
classes.  I stripped naked and took a shower, all the while remembering the
way I had been bold enough to spend most of the day in those white cotton
panties and sneakers.  It was so out of character for me.

   The nausea in my stomach was the first indicator that the upcoming
events would not be the exhilarating experience I had during yesterday
-(TM)s basketball game with the guys.  My anxiety was reaching a fever
pitch, as I decided to get to school, find Miss Reynolds and look for a way
out of this.  Even though the heat had not subsided, I dressed as
conservatively as possible.  I put my blue jeans, a bulky pullover T-shirt
and my sneakers over my bra, thong and socks.  It was laundry day, so a
yellow thong was the only under garment I had that was clean.  No one could
see the lines through my heavy jeans anyway, so I grabbed my book bag and
headed for school.

   Keeping my head down, I walked swiftly to school, hoping Miss Reynolds
would be there already.  I was supposed to call her back last night but was
distracted with my visitors.  I reached the small campus of just a few
buildings and made my way toward the building container her office.  The
school only had a couple hundred students and it was early, so I passed
only a few students and teachers on my way to Miss Reynolds -(TM) office.
As usual people were friendly and would say  -�Good morning -�, etc.  as we
crossed paths.  I had goose bumps as I wondered if they would be spectators
at my mortifying public punishment.

   I made my way through the halls to Miss Reynolds -(TM) office and walked
in without knocking.  Thankfully she was alone.  Looking up from her desk
she smiled and said,  -�Well good morning Sharon.  How -(TM)s my favorite
little topless basketball player doing today? -� She could see the stress I
was under and got up and walked over to me.  I almost broke down as I
pleaded with her to help get me out of this.

   She gave me a motherly hug and whispered,  -�Relax Sharon.  You act a
though you -(TM)ll be the only girl in this school ever to be exposed a bit
-�.  I stepped back and said,  -�I will be Miss Reynolds! -�  -�Oh, really
Sharon.  How about the girls who pose nude for the art classes?  Those
girls pose in front of thirty male and female students for a measly $20.00
an hour, just trying to make ends meet.  Or the girls who take nude roles
in the college dramas?  They -(TM)re exposing themselves in front of large
audiences just for the acting experience.  At least you -(TM)ll have your
panties and sneakers on.  Those girls are totally naked and are exposed for
hours at a time.  We -(TM)re all grown ups here Sharon.  You may take a
little ribbing but that will be the end of it.

   This was not the sympathetic ear I was hoping for.   -�I left you a
message last night.  Did you get it? -� she asked.   -�Yes -� I replied.  
-�Well I talked to Mr.  Wallace and he agreed to 100 times on the black
board, instead of 1000.  You -(TM)ll start at 9:00 and should be able to
finish about noon.  Most of the students will be in class anyway.  Remember
what you -(TM)ll be writing,  -~I will not trespass and play basketball on
school property while wearing only my panties and sneakers -(TM).  As we
agreed there will be no phones allowed.  Same rules as the art classes and
dramas -�.  Still this was little consolation.

    -�On Thursday night -�, she continued,  -�The game will be four
ten-minute quarters, with six members of each team eligible to play.  (I
knew that four ten-minute quarters meant at least an hour and a half of
playing time, with time outs and intermissions included) That will allow
for needed substitutions".  She went on saying, "I -(TM)ve arranged for
five of your team mates to play, dressed in their uniforms of course.  The
boys, team will be there, and Coach Hansen has agreed to coach his team of
six".

   "Your friend Sam will play, but Dean Wallace has not made any
stipulations on his attire as of yet -�.   -�He -(TM)s not my friend! -�, I
snapped.   -�His arrogance is what got me in this predicament! -� She
looked at me over her glasses and said,  -�His arrogance, Sharon?  I didn
-(TM)t see him running around in just a speedo or anything -� as she turned
her focus back to her desk.   -�O.k.  I want you to meet me back here at
5:00.  Now go to class and stop worrying".

   I left here office dumb-founded.  This was really going to happen.  I
can -(TM)t believe they -(TM)re going to make me go through with it.  I
picked up a coffee and found a quiet table on campus and waited for my
first class to start in and hour.  I spent the entire day distracted by our
conversation.  One minute I felt a bit of relief thinking about the girls
in the art classes and school dramas.  Those girls must have some serious
guts.  Then I would be overcome with anxiety, thinking about being so
exposed in public.



   Shirts vs Skins - 9

   I went to my first class with this feeling that everyone was looking at
me.  Barely able to pay attention, I was happy when it ended.  I kept
telling myself that no one was staring at me and that it was all in my
head. I had and hour before my next class, so decided to grab another
coffee and outdoor table on campus.  I -(TM)m not one of those caffeine
junkies, but I don -(TM)t normally drink rum either.  I spent the hour
trying to come to terms with my situation.

   Only a few minutes until my next class, I headed back inside.  Having
shed the idea that everyone was looking at me, I relaxed a bit and went
into my 10:00 biology class.  Just as I went into the classroom, one of my
classmates said,  -�Hey Sharon.  Yellow -(TM)s a good color for you -�.  I
turned and said,  -�What?  What does that mean? -� The girl took a step
back and replied with a puzzled expression and a meek tone,  -�Your
T-shirt. Yellow -(TM)s a good color for you -�, then turned and walked
away. I felt like such an idiot!  I thought she was talking about my yellow
thong, when she was referring to the yellow T-shirt I was wearing.  All I
could think about was being exposed and it was already starting to take its
-(TM) toll.

   I made it through the rest of the day without incident.  I spent most of
that time inside the building with the air conditioning.  My jeans and
heavy T-shirt were way to, much for this unusual heat wave we were having.
It was almost 5:00, so I headed for Miss Reynolds -(TM) office.  I entered
through the door and she said,  -�Oh.  Hey Sharon.  Thanks for being on
time.  Come with me -�, as she ushered me out the door, turned off the
lights and pulled the door closed.   -�Where are we going? -�, I asked.  
-�Practice of course -�, she replied and headed down the hallway.  No less
puzzled than I was this morning, I kept quiet and followed her.

   We ended up at the inside entrance to the gymnasium, where I could hear
the thunder of several basketballs being dribbled on the wood floor.  My
heart sank as I saw the portable black board set up outside the gym door,
for my morning debasement.  Miss Reynolds -(TM) must have seen the terror
in my eyes, when she said.   -�Sharon!  Pull it together! -� as she opened
the door to the gym and gave me this  -~You First -(TM) look.  I cautiously
made my way past her and into the gym.   -�Hey Sharon! -� came a greeting
from our team captain Angela.  There, on the court, were five of the best
players from our basketball team, warming up.

   I looked up to Miss Reynolds, when she said,  -�We -(TM)re here to
practice Sharon.  We don -(TM)t want to embarrass ourselves on Thursday
night.  Do we? -� Like Emily and the guys coming back to check on me last
night, I felt this tremendous emotional support from the team mates I
wouldn -(TM)t even start playing with for another month.  Keep in mind, I
was only a sophomore.  One of the girls was a junior and the rest were
seniors.  I ran on the court and signaled one of the girls to throw me a
ball, so I could warm up too.  Instantly they collected the loose balls,
stood still with them held under their arms, and looked to Miss Reynolds.

    -�Sharon.  As important as it is to hone our skills for the game, you
will be the only one wearing just your panties.  All the doors except the
one leading to the girl -(TM)s locker room are locked.  The cameras have
been shut off too.  You need to strip down to your panties, so you can
learn to focus on your play and not your exposure -�.  I didn -(TM)t have
two seconds to debate when she said,  -�Girls!  Strip her! -� All five of
my team mates wrestled me to the floor and stripped me down to my thong.  I
didn -(TM)t even have my sneakers since they had to take them off to remove
my jeans.

   I was stripped down to only my tiny yellow thong and socks as the girls
held me down on the cold wood floors of the court.   -�Look at that tiny
yellow thong! -� Angela said, while holding my legs down on the floor.  
-�You should wear that on Thursday, Sharon! -� she exclaimed.  Totally
immobilized by the girls, with nothing but a transparent yellow triangle to
cover my jet-black pubic hair, I looked to Miss Reynolds to ease my
poignant emotional state.

   She looked down at me and said,  -�Sharon!  You have two choices.  One:
You can run around the gymnasium Thursday night like a scared rabbit, while
everyone laughs and ridicules you, or Two: You can play the way you did
yesterday against those boys and make yourself and us proud.  These girls
came out to help you tonight.  They have other things they could be doing.
Now!  Are to ready to play basketball? -� I wasn -(TM)t sure if Miss
Reynolds and the girls were on my side or not, so I just replied,  -�Yes
-�.  -�O.k.  girls.  You can let her up now.  If she tries to run, push her
outside and pull the door closed -�.

    -�O.M.G.! -�, I thought.  Miss Reynolds was willing to let my team
mates push me outside with nothing but my sheer yellow thong for cover.  I
knew one thing.  I had no choice but to trust her and the girls.  The girls
let me up and I put my sneakers back on.  Sitting on that cold wood floor,
with my bare ass cheeks squeaking against the heavily sealed surface, I
looked up to my team mates.  Angela reached out her hand and pulled me up
to my feet.  In a last attempt to humiliate me, she reached her index
finger into the rim of my thong and pulled it out, so she could see the
only thing other than my feet that was covered.  My pussy.

   Miss Reynolds blew her whistle and said alright girls!  Basic drills! -�
Angel took one last look at my pussy and released the rim of my thong, as
she winked and said,  -�Need a ride home later rookie? -� Knowing how girls
experiment in college I didn -(TM)t know if she was serious or not.  All I
knew is that I was getting moist down there.  Immediately we fell into line
as though we were in regular practice.  I felt vulnerable, yet safe at the
same time.  For a straight hour we practiced and played as if getting ready
for a regular season game.

   Miss Reynolds said,  -�O.k.  girls!  Same time tomorrow night -�.  After
the hour of intense drills and scrimmaging, covered in sweat, I had almost
forgotten I was playing in just a tiny yellow thong and sneakers.  I didn
-(TM)t even run for my clothes.  I just hung out for a few minutes with the
girls, uninhibited, wearing just my transparent thong.  Miss Reynolds
looked at me and said.   -�See Sharon.  It -(TM)s all in your attitude. 
Now get home and be sure to wear those white panties you had on yesterday,
tomorrow.  Mr.  Wallace will be watching -�.

   I put my bra and T-shirt on, then reached for my jeans.  Most of the
girls had left by now as Angela held fast to my jeans and said,  -�I think
I should drive you home rookie -�.  My T-shirt came down to only a few
inches below my pussy.  I had become a bit uninhibited, and so totally
horny, that I released my grip on the jeans and replied,  -�Thanks Angela.
If you don -(TM)t mind -�.  We walked to the door exiting to the outside
parking lot (The one I originally came in to fill my water bottle
yesterday) when she stopped and said,  -�It -(TM)s awfully hot tonight. 
You should give me your bra too -�.

   Wondering what it would be like to experiment like some of the other
girls, I didn -(TM)t hesitate.  I reached up inside my T-shirt, unhooked my
bra, pulled it through the sleeve and handed it to Angela.  I was now about
to go outside, wearing only my tiny, transparent yellow thong, yellow
T-shirt, sneakers and socks.  Angela pushed open the door and I brazenly
walked out.  The campus was empty, but I still felt invigorated. 
Unbeknownst to me, Angela dropped my jeans and bra on the gymnasium floor
and pulled the door shut.  I was now in public wearing only a T-shirt and
thong.



   Shirts vs Skins - 10

    -�Angela!  What are you doing? -� I demanded.  She looked at me and
said,  -�Sharon.  Relax.  I promise  -~No Tricks -(TM), but you must admit
not having an escape route makes the walk to my car much more interesting
-� she replied.   -�But what if someone sees me? -� I complained.  
-�Sharon!  Your T-shirt is long enough that anyone who sees you will think
you have short shorts on under it.  I must tell you, I -(TM)m a bit
disappointed.  After watching the security video, you became my hero. 
Ripping off your dress and bra like that, then tearing the boys up on the
court.  That was awesome!  And tonight!  Playing with us girls in that sexy
little  -~eyepatch -(TM) you call a thong.  You can -(TM)t tell me it doesn
-(TM)t turn you on, too -�.

   Still standing outside the locked gymnasium door I realized, I  -~Was
-(TM) turned on, and had no choice but to make it to Angela -(TM)s car
without being noticed by anyone.  I took a deep breath and said,  -�O.k. 
Let -(TM)s do this -�.  It was now almost 7:00 pm.  and the heat had
subsided.  The cool, late summer breeze was stimulating my pussy, as I
tried to walk naturally and keep my T-shirt from blowing up and exposing
the fact that the only thing I was wearing under it, did not have enough
fabric to cover a small cell phone.  Knowing that a typical New England
gust of wind could expose my bare butt cheeks was becoming a thrill.

   We walked down the concrete paths until Angela said,  -�There -(TM)s my
car -�.  She was parked about fifty yards away in the last parking lot on
campus.  I figured we would continue on the sidewalk to the parking lot
when Angela said,  -�Sharon.  I -(TM)ll give you my keys, if you give me
your T-shirt, and we -(TM)ll race across the grass to my car -�, as she hit
the panic button on her key to prove it was her car.  There it was, alone
in the lower parking lot.   -�No way Angela!  I can -(TM)t do that! -� She
gave me the most sarcastic expression and replied,  -�So let me get this
right.  You can play basketball with seven guys wearing only your sneakers
and little white panties.  You can practice with the basketball team for
over an hour, wearing only that tiny yellow see through triangle, but you
can -(TM)t race me for 45 seconds to my car?  I don -(TM)t buy it -�.

   I looked around to see if anyone was watching, then back to the car.  
-�You know you want to -�, she said, with the most tantalizing tone.  
-�Plus, I -(TM)ll make you a deal, Sharon.  I -(TM)ll get the girls on the
team to skip class, so we can give you emotional support while you -(TM)re
fulfilling you penance tomorrow -�.  The thought of running across the
grass to her car wearing only my yellow, transparent thong and sneakers was
both petrifying and invigorating at the same time.  I must have been
completely out of my mind.  I continued to scan the surrounding area, as I
said,  -�Give me your keys -�.  Angela handed me her keys and I hit the
panic button to be sure this was not some kind of a set up.

   Gripping the keys with all my might, I ripped off my T-shirt, threw it
to her, and said,  -�Go -�, as I took off across the grass, running as fast
as I could to the car.  I reached the car and frantically opened the door
and jumped in, covering my exposed tits.  I looked back to see how far
behind Angela was.  To my horror, she was still standing in the same spot.
She held my T-shirt, while extending her arm, and dropped it on the ground,
wearing the most sinister smile anyone had ever seen.  OMG!  I may have
been in her car, but it was still light out and I had nothing on but my
tiny little thong.

   I rolled down the car window down and yelled,  -�Angela.  I swear I
-(TM)ll leave you here!  I -(TM)ll take your car and drive myself home! -�,
as I desperately surveyed the area for anyone who might have seen my first
streaking adventure.  She yelled out,  -�Go ahead Sharon!  I dare you! -�
knowing I could not drive home wearing nothing but a thong.  Then she
Yelled out again,  -�Relax Sharon!  I -(TM)m just teasing you! -� as she
bent over, picked up my T-shirt and took her sweet time walking to the car.

   For some reason I could not keep myself from getting moist between my
legs.  I was totally turned on.   -�Why was I turned on? -� I thought to
myself, as I watched Angela drop and pick up, drop and pick up my yellow
T-shirt on her slow walk back to the car.  The only covering I had for my
overexposed body was being put out there like the proverbial carrot. 
Finally, she reached the car, and dropped my T-shirt for the last time. 
She left it about ten feet from my side of the car and got into the driver
-(TM)s seat.

   As she closed her door, I looked at her and asked,  -�Why are you doing
this Angela? -� She smiled, rubbed my rock- hard nipples and said, 
-�Sharon.  You really are my hero.  I wish I had the guts to do the things
you do.  Now, there -(TM)s your shirt.  The question is, will you jump out
of the car, covering those perfect tits, grab it and jump back in, like
that scared little rabbit Miss Reynolds talked about?  Or will you open the
door and slowly walk over and retrieve it? -� I looked at my shirt, sitting
on the pavement, and summoned every bit of courage and dignity I had and
decided to take the high road.  (Or so I thought)

   Still gripping the car keys, I once again scanned the area for any
observers who may be using their cell phones to record my public exposure.
I opened the car door and got out of the car.  Taking the few strides
toward the only covering I had, I stopped and picked up the shirt.  I
turned to Angela and said,  -�Happy? -� She replied,  -�Oh yeah Sharon. 
Very happy -�.  I returned to the car without a thought of pulling that
yellow T-shirt over me bare skin.  By the time I got back in Angela -(TM)s
car, I had gone from moist to soaking wet.  I folded the T-shirt, looked to
Angela and said,  -�Ready to drive me home? -�

   Angela said,  -�Oh yeah Sharon.  I -(TM)m ready -�.  She slipped her
right hand under my thong and into my slit, as I handed her the car keys.
She started the car, put it in gear, and pulled out on the road heading
toward my apartment.  I have no idea what had come over me, but I didn
-(TM)t want to put on the shirt.  I kept a good eye for any onlookers but
was happy to ride home practically naked.



   Shirts vs Skins - 11

   Just a few houses away from my apartment, I put my T-shirt back on, to
the disappointment of Angela.  I just looked up at her innocently, and
said,  -�Sorry Angela, but I live here.  My landlord is an elderly woman
and I don -(TM)t think she -(TM)d understand -�.  We pulled into the
driveway and went into my studio apartment, built off the back of Mrs. 
Riley -(TM)s house.  We weren -(TM)t five feet inside the door when Angela
came up behind me and pulled my T-shirt up over my head.

   I turned and barked,  -�Angela!  I -(TM)m not a lesbian! -� Her reply
blew me away.   -�Either am I Sharon!  But ever since Miss Reynolds showed
us the security video from yesterday, I can honestly say, there is not a
guy on campus that turns me on the way you do now! -�  -�She showed you the
video? -� I screamed.   -�Of course.  Why do you think we all rallied
behind you?  Now, didn -(TM)t you say you had to do your laundry? -�
Standing there in my teeny transparent thong, I replied,  -�Yes.  I do -�.
-�Well.  Get to it -� she said, with a curious look, as she sat on my couch
watching my every move.  I put my dirty clothes in my neatly, stashed away
stack washer/dryer.

   Doing my laundry, wearing just a thong and sneakers, while Angela
studied every inch of my bare skin was nothing less than titillating.  I
put on a casual façade but was throbbing between my legs.  The rumble of
the wash cycle had started when I heard a knock at the door.  I crouched,
covered my tits and looked to Angela.  I looked at her and then the door,
signaling her to see who it was.  She peeked through the curtains, turned
to me and said,  -�Sharon, it -(TM)s Sam -�.  Horrified, I snapped in a low
voice,  -�Send him away.  Angela.  Get rid of him! -�

   Angela looked at me and said,  -�I -(TM)m going to let him in -�.  I was
now cowering in a ball, as I pleaded,  -�Angela!  I can -(TM)t let him see
me like this! -� She rushed over to me and replied,  -�You got that right
girl.  You need to lose this thong -�, as she knelt down and peeled the
only cover I had down to my ankles.  Appalled, I snapped,  -�Angela!  What
are you doing? -�  -�Trust me!  Sharon, you are going to go about your
business of doing laundry as if there -(TM)s nothing wrong -�.  I looked
down to her with a petrified expression, as I let her pick up my feet one
at a time and remove my thong.

   Now holding the tiny, yellow, transparent fabric in her hand, she looked
up to me and said,  -�Act naturally Sharon!  Make him eat his heart out! -�
She rubbed my trimmed, brunette pubic hair covered pussy and stood up
before me.  I -(TM)m going to let him in, and you are going to express all
the feelings you -(TM)ve had since he baited you into taking off you dress
and bra -�.  I took another deep breath and said,  -�Alright Angela.  Let
him in -�.  I walked to the washer, keeping my back to the door.

   Angela opened the door and said, in a disgusted voice,  -�What do you
want Sam? -�, keeping him from entering my apartment.   -�I want to talk to
Sharon -�, he replied.   -�What about? -�, she responded, with such distain
that I almost felt sorry for him.   -�I just want to talk to her -�, he
continued.   -�Sharon.  Sam wants to talk to you.  Should I let him in? -�
My heart pounded as I looked down at my naked body and replied,  -�Yeah. 
It -(TM)s o.k.  I guess -�.  I heard the squeaking from the hinges of the
door, as it was opened all the way and felt goose bumps cover my bare skin.

   Pretending to be occupied with my laundry, I summoned the courage to
turn and face him.   -�What Sam?  What do you want now? -� I snapped,
standing in front of him with nothing to cover me but my sneakers and dark
pubic hair.  His eyes were bulging out of his head, as he could barely turn
his focus from the gap between my thighs, I was happily providing.  I
should have felt embarrassed, but instead, I felt rejuvenated.   -�Sam! 
What do you want? -�, I persisted.  I waited for him to respond, as I
purposely remained exposed for Angela -(TM)s enjoyment.

   Sam finally was able to spit out the words,  -�Thanks to you Sharon!  I
have to play in my boxers on Thursday night! -� I responded,  -�Oh.  You,
poor boy Sam.  Thanks to you, I have to be outside the gym tomorrow,
wearing nothing but my sneakers and panties!  The whole school will see me!
-� Angela cleared her throat to distract Sam for a moment, so I could widen
my stance and give him an unobstructed view of my wet pussy.  Sam turned
his attention back to me, as Angela gave me a thumbs up behind his back.

   Poised, with my hands on my hips and my legs spread as far apart as
possible, without appearing obvious, I confronted Sam again.   -�You baited
me into playing on the skins team, and now look at the trouble I -(TM)m in!
-� Unable to take his eyes off my erect nipples and trimmed bush, he
argued,  -�Sharon!  No one in their right mind would have ever thought you
would tear off your dress and bra!  No one!  I was teasing you Sharon!  I
never expected you to take me seriously! -� My spine began to weaken as I
realized Sam was right.  I wasn -(TM)t forced to strip.  I wasn -(TM)t even
really challenged.  He made a sexist remark and I tore off my clothes.

   Angela saw where this was going and stepped in.   -�O.k.  you guys.  It
doesn -(TM)t really matter how you both got here.  What -(TM)s important is
the way you choose to handle it.  Now Sharon.  Tomorrow will be fine.  Yes,
the entire school will see your awesome little body under that adorable boy
-(TM)s haircut, while you complete your atonement -�.  She turned to Sam
and asked,  -�Doesn -(TM)t she have an awesome little body, Sam? -� Sam was
unable to take his eyes off me and mumbled,  -�Yeah -�.   -�And Sam. 
Really, boxers?  You may as well be wearing shorts.  Who cares people? -�

   Sam and I looked at each other, and without a word being said, buried
the hatchet.  Angela took Sam -(TM)s hand and led him to the door.  I
-(TM)m surprised he didn -(TM)t hurt his neck, as he continued to stare at
the naked body I was so happy to provide.   -�Good night Sam -�, she said,
as she closed the door.  Angela leaned against the closed door and returned
her attention to me.  She stared at me and said,  -�Sharon.  I am not a
lesbian.  I have a boyfriend.  But tonight, I want to be with you -�. 
Practically dripping from my experiences, I returned the look and replied,
-�O.k. -�.  The rest is a private matter.



   Shirts vs Skins - 12

   The Alarm went off and I woke on the day of reckoning, with Angela in my
bed.  She sprung up and said with great exuberance,  -�Sharon!  Today
-(TM)s the day!  Make sure you wear clean ankle socks! -� as she laughed
and searched the room for her clothes.  I was not nearly as excited about
the upcoming events as she was.  I sat up on the side of the bed when she
looked down at me and said,  -�You are so adorable with your little boy
-(TM)s haircut and that tiny body -�.

   She knelt in front of me, spread my thighs apart and stared at my pussy.
We -(TM)re going to clean you up a bit but definitely not shave you -�,
never taking her eyes off my muff.  We want everyone to know, with out a
doubt, you -(TM)re a brunette -�, as she giggled.  I fell back on the bed,
keeping my legs spread apart for her enjoyment, and replied,  -�Angela!  It
-(TM)s not funny!  I -(TM)m going to be totally humiliated today -� She
laid next to me, stared into my eyes and said,  -�Yes you are Sharon, but
in some ways I -(TM)m a little jealous -�.   -�Want to trade places with
me? -� I asked.   -�No Way! -� was her definitive reply.

   Angela jumped up and looked down at me saying,  -�Now.  Let -(TM)s get
you ready -�.  She grabbed my hands and pulled me to my feet, then led me
to the bathroom.   -�Sit -� she instructed, while pointing to the toilet
and searching for my razor.  I sat on the toilet seat lid, instinctively
spreading my legs apart.  She dampened a hand towel, applied some shaving
cream to the outer edges of my bush and proceeded to trim the sides,
leaving the top at full length.   -�Get showered and meet me in the kitchen
-�, she directed.  Being grateful to have her there, I followed her every
instruction.

   I dried off and emerged from the bathroom, to find Angela holding my
low-cut white cotton panties, unable to disguise her excitement, sporting
an ear to ear grin.  I snatched the panties and sarcastically said,  -�I
-(TM)m glad someone is enjoying this -�.  I put on the panties and pulled
them up snug.  We both looked at my crotch and noticed my pubic hair was
still peeking out above the waistband.  I looked to Angela and asked, 
-�Shouldn -(TM)t I trim that down? -� She knelt down and studied my now
thinly covered mound and replied,  -�No.  This is much more erotic -�, and
stood back up again.

   Angela pointed to my sneakers and said,  -�Put on your ankle socks and
sneakers first.  I want to see what everyone else at school will be seeing
-�.  After my socks and sneakers were on, she marched me to the mirror.  It
definitely didn -(TM)t seem as salacious as when I had a rum buzz going on.
Now, it was just felt nauseating.  I stared at myself and said,  -�Well,
maybe there won -(TM)t be anyone using the gym this morning -�.   -�Not
likely -�, Angela replied.

   Angela continued her instructions, and said,  -�Now, turn around and
pretend you are writing on the black board, imagining a couple hundred
people coming in and out to watch you.  I want a preview of how this will
unfold today.  This is awesome!  I get to live out my fantasies vicariously
through you! -�.   -�Angela!  Relax.  Not many people have a reason to be
at the gymnasium entrance unless they -(TM)re using the gym -�, I said.  
-�Not unless they got a text message -�, she cheerfully replied, while
holding up her phone.

    -�WHAT? -� I screamed, as I grabbed her phone.   -�Every teacher and
student at school received this yesterday -�, she said.  I frantically read
the message sent to everyone by Dean Wallace.  My heart sank, and I became
completely deflated as I read the text.   -�In keeping with school policy,
I wish to inform you in advance, that a scheduled event involving partial
nudity is scheduled for Tuesday morning at 9:00 am.  at the entrance to the
college gymnasium.  As a disciplinary action, one of our students will be
fulfilling her penalty for breaking campus dress code.  Please stay clear
from the area if you believe you may be offended.  Sincerely, Mr.  Wallace.
Dean of Students -�.

   I almost passed out after reading the text message.  I started to melt
down when Angela grabbed me by the arms and shouted,  -�Sharon!  Look at
me! -� I turned my eyes up to hers but knew nothing she could say would
remove the overwhelming dread I was feeling.   -�Sharon!  I am a senior and
captain of the basketball team.  You are barely a sophomore, yet you must
believe me when I say,  -~You are truly one of my heroes -(TM).  The way
you disregarded all modesty and etiquette to stand your ground and confront
Sam on Sunday was a thing of beauty! -� She picked up my yellow thong and
dangled it in front of me, saying,  -�I so wish I had your courage -�.

   She turned me toward the mirror again, holding her harms around my waist
and gently pressing against the bare skin above my pubic line.   -�You are
rapidly becoming one of my best friends Sharon.  Miss Reynolds and the
entire basketball team will be there  -~In Uniform -(TM) to support you. 
People will laugh and ridicule you a bit, but you need to keep your spine
stiffened and not let them get to you.  Focus on writing your little
penalty, but at all cost,  -~Maintain Your Dignity! -(TM).  Don -(TM)t let
Yourself or Us down.  Stand tall you, adorable little creature -�.



   Shirts vs Skins - 13

   At least for a moment, I felt somewhat emotionally prepared for the
impending ordeal, I was soon to endure.  I turned around, looked up to
Angela and said,  -�I -(TM)m ready.  Let -(TM)s get this over with -�.  I
reached for my bra when Angela asked,  -�What -(TM)s that for? -� I
replied,  -�Angela!  I -(TM)m going to strip down to my panties when we get
there.  I -(TM)m not going to school like this -�.  She rolled her eyes and
said,  -�Sharon.  I know you -(TM)re not going to school like that, but
after everyone sees you in just your panties, do you think a bra under your
clothes will matter?  She took the bra from me, handed me the newly washed
sundress I was wearing on Sunday and said,  -�Here.  Put this on -�.

   I heard several cars pull into the driveway, then the slamming of many
car doors.  A loud repeating banging on my door followed, which alarmed me,
as I quickly pulled my sundress over my body.   -�Come on in guys -�,
Angela yelled out.  My door swung open and six of the girls from the
basketball team barreled in, dressed in their blue and white team uniforms.
 -�Hey Sharon.  Are you ready for your big day? -� was the greeting I
received from most of them, as they crammed into my tiny apartment.  All I
knew was that I felt like an NFL quarterback surrounded by the best
offensive linemen (or linewomen) of all time, and was grateful.

   It was still early, and we had more than an hour until I had to report
to Dean Wallace -(TM)s office.  The girls were a great support but decided
to have a little fun at my expense.  Angela and Jennifer (One of my
teammates) moved my little kitchen table to the edge of the room, as Kate
(The only junior scheduled to play in Thursday night -(TM)s game) grabbed
my hand and led me a few feet to the center of the room.

   The girls circled around me as Kate asked,  -�O.k.  Sharon.  How are you
going to do it? -� Having no idea what she was talking about, I inquired
with a puzzled look,  -�Do what Kate? -� She seemed dismayed that I didn
-(TM)t know what she was talking about and replied,  -�You know.  How are
you going to strip down to your panties in the gym? -� Bewildered, I
replied,  -�Kate.  I -(TM)m sure I -(TM)ll take my dress off in the locker
room, and I will be outside the gym entrance doors, not in the gym.  You
saw the blackboard last night when we practiced -�.

   I could see by the expressions on the girl -(TM)s faces, there was
something I did not know.  I looked to Angela for some clarification.  She
held both my hands, stared me in the eyes and said.   -�Sharon.  The
response to Dean Wallace -(TM)s text message was enormous.  You -(TM)re
going to write your hundred sentences in the gym instead of outside the
doors.  There are just too may people who plan to be there for you to do it
outside the gym -�.  My knees became week and Angela knew I was losing my
nerve.

    -�Time for plan  -~B -(TM) girls -�, she announced.  One of my
teammates, Sarah, handed Angela another pair of my underwear.   -�Come on
Sharon.  Swap panties.  Put these on instead -�.  She handed me what I
called  -~Granny Panties -(TM).  Totally confused I removed my snug white
cotton panties, handed them to Angela and put on the purple granny panties
she had handed me.   -�Now what? -� I asked.  She had a single word
response.   -�Girls -�.

   The six girls and Angela pounced on me, wrestled me to the floor and
tickled me to the point where I actually pissed my pants (or granny
panties).  With almost sixty fingers at work on my body, I rolled around on
the floor laughing and begging for relief at the same time.   -�I can
-(TM)t breathe!  I can -(TM)t breathe!  I cried out, as tears of laughter
ran from my eyes.  When I thought I could bare no more, the girls relented,
leaving me still giggling on my kitchen floor, surrounded by my teammates.

   I looked up at the girls with a tremendous sense of relief, as I was
moved by their reassuring countenance.  Kate stood up, then pulled me to my
feet.  With all the girls back on their feet, I was again encircled by
them. Angela stepped in front of me and asked,  -�You O.k.  kid? -� I
smiled and responded,  -�Much better now.  Thanks -�.  Angela held up my
white panties and said,  -�Can -(TM)t have you representing us wearing
pee-stained panties.  Can we? -� She instructed me to swap my pee-soaked
granny panties with the white cotton panties Mr.  Wallace instructed me to
wear.  I realized at that moment that I  -~Was -(TM) representing this
group of girls wearing the blue and white colors of our school.

    -�Kate.  You -(TM)re on again -� Angela directed.  Kate stood before
me, as I finished my panty swap.  Now wearing the low cut, white cotton
panties I wore when I played against the boys, I shimmied my sundress down
past my thighs, and down toward to my knees.  I focused on Kate -(TM)s
earlier question for the first time.  She repeated it, so I could hear, 
-�O.k.  Sharon.  How are you going to do this? -� I stood there amongst my
teammates, now new friends, still uncertain what I was supposed to do.  By
this time Angela had dressed in her college uniform and taken center stage
again.

    -�Sharon.  Imagine wearing what you are wearing now.  At 9:00 am.  you
will be instructed to disrobe down to your panties and sneakers.  Do you
hesitate and cower down and let the crowd have the upper hand, or do to
tear your dress off like we all watched you do on the security video from
Sunday? -� I reached down and pulled the dress over my head in seconds,
then dropped it on the floor.   -�Beautiful Sharon!  I love the defiant
attitude!  Now, practice a few more times -�.  I repeated the public
disrobing several times becoming more, feisty with each rendition.

   The girls cheered me on as ripped the dress off, dropped it to the floor
and practiced my stance, making sure there was not the slightest hint of
modesty.  I doubt you can appear dignified, while standing in a gymnasium
wearing nothing but thin, low cut, white cotton panties and sneakers, among
what might be more than a hundred dressed people, but I was determined to
try.  As I watched the time creep closer, I couldn -(TM)t imagine having to
go through this without the support of Miss Reynolds and my teammates.  I
put my dress back on and we filed out of my apartment, got in the cars and
headed for the college.



   Shirts vs Skins - 14

   The college was barely over a mile from my apartment, but the trip today
seemed to take only seconds.  My stomach became queasy as we drove up to
the now, ominous campus.  I rode with Angela and found myself unable to
speak, as she pulled into a parking space.  The other girls pulled in next
to us and hopped out of their cars.   -�Come on Sharon!  Don -(TM)t get
cold feet now! -�, Kate hollered -�.  Angela said in a reassuring tone, 
-�You -(TM)ve got to go in now, Sharon.  It will be fine, you -(TM)ll see.
We -(TM)re all here to support you -�.

   I took a deep breath and said,  -�Here goes -�, then opened my car door
and got out.  As we walked toward the school a couple girls gave me some
surprise last minute tickles, in an attempt to get me to  -~lighten up
-(TM) a bit.   -�Lighten up? -�, I thought to myself.  I was about to be
totally humiliated in front of the entire school, in the name of Dean
Wallace -(TM)s warped version of discipline.  It all seemed so unfair.  We
reached the building, and Sarah pulled open the door and silently gave me
the  -~After You -(TM) sign with her eyes.

   I walked into the building then hesitated for a moment.  As I was
gaining my composure, two male students walked by us.  As plain as day I
heard,  -�I hope the naked girl is beddable.  Who wants to see an ugly
naked girl? -�, one of them said.  His friend responded,  -�I don -(TM)t
know what she did, but who cares as long as she -(TM)s hot -�, as they ran
up the stairs to the second floor.  I started to make my way to the door
when Angela stopped me and said,  -�Sharon.  It -(TM)s no big deal.  All
they said is that they hope you -(TM)re hot, and You Are!  Now let -(TM)s
go -�.

   The girls corralled me down the hall to Dean Wallace -(TM)s office. 
After being pushed a bit, I walked in to the outer office where the
secretaries worked.  All eyes were on me.  I felt so ashamed.  Thankfully,
Miss Reynolds was already there and mouthed the words,  -�It -(TM)ll be
o.k. Sharon -�.  She instructed the girls to wait there and escorted me
back to Dean Wallace -(TM)s private office.  I knew it was bad if I was
being taken back there.  Miss Reynolds knocked on the fogged glass of the
door.  I never thought the words  -�Come in -� could be so frightening.

   Miss Reynolds opened the door and whispered,  -�I -(TM)ll be right out
here Sharon -�.  I gave her the most petrified expression, as she
continued,  -�Go Sharon.  I promise, I will be right out here -�.  I walked
in and heard Miss Reynolds quietly pull the door closed.   -�Well Sharon.
Have you given any thought to the consequences of your inappropriate
behavior? -�, Dean Wallace asked, in the most self-righteous tone
imaginable.  I meekly replied,  -�Yes sir -�, trying not to roll my eyes at
him.   -�This entire situation is unfortunate, but you, young people need
to learn to respect rules and regulations, no matter where life may take
you -�, he preached.

    -�I -(TM)m sure you have heard that a text message was sent out to all
students and faculty, making them aware of the necessity of making the 
-~Punishment Fit the Crime, -(TM) so to speak.  Your name was removed from
that list, in an attempt to reduce the possibility of you becoming a flight
risk.  After all, we want our students grow and learn the meaning of
accountability here at the college.  The venue for  -~Your Punishment -(TM)
has been moved to inside the gymnasium, due to the overwhelming response to
the original text message.  I doubt many will be attending classes this
morning, but I believe a lesson can be learned by everyone about the
ramifications of unsuitable conduct -�, the blowhard continued.

   There was one consolation of having to listen to this pompous fool go on
and on.  Being exposed in front of the entire school, wearing only my
panties had to be easier than this!   -�Do you remember what you are
required to write? -� he asked.   -�I will not trespass and play basketball
on school property, while wearing only my panties and sneakers -�, I
replied.   -�Are you wearing the wardrobe we discussed? -�  -�Yes sir -�, I
replied, hoping the pervert wasn -(TM)t going to ask to see my panties.  
-�Good.  You have eighteen minutes (as he looked at his watch) to report to
the gymnasium.  You -(TM)re dismissed -�, he said.  Sometimes the wrong
people have the power, I thought as I left his office.

   I -(TM)m not one to disrespect authority, but listening to his speech,
with all the  -~I -(TM)m Doing This for Your Own Good -(TM) overtones, was
making me more nauseous than the prospect of being practically naked in
front of the whole school.  Miss Reynolds and the girls all had their eyes
fixed on me as I pulled the door closed behind me.  I walked through the
outer office area and through the door that led to the hallway, saying to
them,  -�Let -(TM)s do this! -� The girls became excited and followed me
out, as Miss Reynolds asked,  -�Sharon.  What happened in there? -�,
stopping me in the hallway, looking for an explanation to the sudden change
in my attitude.

    -�Miss Reynolds.  He talked like humiliating me in front of the entire
school was going to save the planet!  He -(TM)s making me do this just
because he can.  Well you know what?  He can take my clothes, but he can
-(TM)t take my dignity.  I -(TM)m the only one who can surrender that, and
I have no intention of doing it today!  Let -(TM)s get this over with! -� I
asserted.  Miss Reynolds had an odd grin on her face, which prompted me to
ask her,  -�What? -� Her eyes became glassy with tears as she looked at me
and said,  -�Sharon.  Today you have taken control of your own fate, and
that means you have taken control of your own destiny.  Quite an
achievement for one so young.  I am very proud of you -� as she hugged me.

   The team all joined in a group hug which was appreciated, but not
conducive to keeping my ire up and my spine stiffened.  We started to the
gym in relative silence.  I was remembering what the boys at the school
entrance said earlier, about hoping I was hot.  Then I remembered Barry
used that same word to describe me Sunday night.  Angela called me an
adorable little creature.  I -(TM)m not one to feel conceited, but any
boost to my self-esteem could only help now.

   My breasts are small but proportioned to my size.  You can hang your
keys from my nipples when they become erect.  Ha-Ha-Ha.  I do have a pretty
nice ass (if I do say so myself) and my legs are well toned.  My short, boy
hair cut has received dozens of compliments since I got it last year, and
my face is pretty cute.  I may be humiliated today but I won -(TM)t be
embarrassed about my body.  I would let anything go through my mind that
would distract me from my fate which is now less than ten minutes away.



   Shirts vs Skins = 15

   You could hear the commotion coming from the gymnasium as we got closer.
Angela grabbed my hand and gave it a squeeze.  We both held back our grins,
knowing we were a bit closer than anyone knew, remembering her overnight
stay last night.  I could barely keep from smiling, as I remembered her
saying,  -�Sharon.  We can -(TM)t tell anybody about this.  My boyfriend
would never understand -�.  It was a distraction that I cherished.  We made
it to the doors entering the gym, so I peeked through the long rectangular
windows and became panic stricken.  The gym was packed!  We never once drew
a crowd like this at our home games.

   Then I noticed, placed right on the college logo at center court, was a
clear plexiglass drawing board, that had replaced the blackboard we had
spoken about.  This would allow people to see me from the front too.  With
a blackboard, any spectators could only see my bare back and cotton panty
covered ass, as long as I remained focused on getting to the 100 sentences
and avoided turning around.  Now I could be seen from any direction and my
tits would be more readily on display.   -�That Bastard! -� I thought to
myself.  I didn -(TM)t look to Miss Reynolds or the girls for an
explanation, knowing they had no control over Dean Wallace -(TM)s twisted
agenda.

   Watching all those clothed people, waiting for my public debasement was
nothing short of daunting.  As my heart fell faint, I caught site of the
rest of the varsity team, wearing their blue and whites.  It was just what
I needed to keep up my spirits.  The entire team was hear in the college
colors, just for me.  I felt my emotions taking hold when I heard that
arrogant voice behind me, say,  -�Should we start the lesson ladies? -�
Dean Wallace -(TM)s voice made my skin crawl.  I pushed open the door and
walked to his masterly arranged  -~Degradation Platform -(TM).

   I took my place in front of the transparent drawing board and searched
for the special markers I would need to complete this part of my
punishment. There were four markers, which I felt would be sufficient for
the task.  The packed gymnasium fell silent as Dean Wallace made his way to
center court, holding a microphone.  I was stunned when the girls from the
team all surrounded the board and sat on the floor in their uniforms,
showing support for me and team solidarity.  Obviously annoyed that the
girls were there, but not sure how to deal with them, Dean Wallace put the
microphone to his mouth, and in his typically egotistical way started to
say,  -�Sharon.  I hope -- -- --.

   That was enough!  I ripped off my sundress, dropped it to the floor,
picked up a marker and stared at him.  I was robbing him of his opportunity
to convey more of his propaganda to the audience, as the gymnasium erupted
with cheers and bleacher stomping.  As I defiantly stood there in just my
little white panties and sneakers, with the crowd going nuts, Dean Wallace
was unable to get in a word and relented.  He walked off the court as I
turned to the board and started writing, making sure to number each
sentence.  It was so surreal that I had six sentences down when I finally
noticed the smiles and thumbs-ups from the teammates I was able to see
through the transparent writing board.

   I returned the smiles but continued to write down sentence after
sentence, in an effort to make this as short and painless as possible. 
Things had quieted down and the crowd had made their way off the bleachers
and to the gymnasium floor.  I was at thirty sentences when Angela walked
up to me and whispered in my ear,  -�If you find yourself unable to deal
with the spectators, just imagine I -(TM)m eating your pussy right here at
center court.  We both broke out laughing, but truth be known, I wouldn
-(TM)t have put on my dress if Dean Wallace told me to.

   Keeping my focus on finishing the one hundred sentences required by Dean
Wallace, I could feel the presence of the crowd, as they continued their
encroachment.  They were a blur, but I couldn -(TM)t help but wonder, who
was looking at what?  Who was fantasizing about what?  I tried to remain
focused yet was worried my current arousal would be noticed.  I wasn -(TM)t
soaked yet, but I was getting there.  I looked down at the waistband of my
panties and wondered, how many people saw the jet-black pubes sprouting out
to daylight?  There were so many conversations going on around me, I
started to lose my focus and hand cramps were slowing my progress.

   I stepped back and started to shake the numbness from my writing hand. I
was at sixty-eight sentences, and it was only 10:30.  Apparently, my short
break became the window of opportunity for the dozens of people who wanted
to hear me explain, why I was in such a predicament.  Angela handed me a
water bottle with a pull up top and I took a swig.  I was handing it back
to her when Sarah grabbed the bottle, pointed it at my crotch and squeezed
it until the bottle was empty.  The cold water stimulated me to the point
where my nipples became erect and I was covered with goose bumps.  My thin
cotton panties became transparent, just like Sunday, and my jet-black pubic
hair was visible for all to see.

    -�Sarah!  What are you doing? -�, I snapped.  As I, and those around
me, stared at my saturated panties and now noticeable black pubic hair. 
Sarah was obviously hurt and asked in the most, timid voice possible, 
-�That -(TM)s how you were when you played against the boys Sharon?  Are
you mad? -� This poor girl had stood by me through all of this.  I felt
awful.   -�No Sarah.  I -(TM)m not mad, but you need another water bottle,
so you can wet my ass too -�.  She smiled, as Kate handed her another water
bottle and the girls from the team smiled in approval.





   Sarah drenched the back of my panties, as I rotated so she could be sure
to make every inch of the material transparent.  Miss Reynolds instructed a
janitor to mop up the water on the court, which left me again exposed to
someone, one on one.  The man mopped up the water but was unable to take
his eyes off my saturated crotch, and I had to work at not being happy to
be so exposed.

   Now that the only cover I had was all but invisible, I turned back to
the board and my disciplinary assignment.  Before I could reach the board
with the marker, I was interrupted by one of the female students.  
-�Sharon.  Dean Wallace said you were being reprimanded for an egregious
lapse of judgement.  What was he talking about? -� With the addition of
Sarah -(TM)s little water prank, every inch of me was on display, yet not
only did I not feel humiliated, I felt empowered!  I turned to the girl and
replied,  -�I allowed myself to be baited into playing on the skins team of
an all-male basketball scrimmage on school property.  I was wearing that
sundress, as I pointed to my dress on the gym floor, but I played wearing
exactly what I have on now.  Wet panties and all -�.

   I was loving the fact that dozens of people were staring at my body and
listening to my explanation.  Somehow, I felt vindicated.  After all.  Dean
Wallace was intentionally trying to humiliate me for a moment of poor
judgement.  Anyway, I continued writing the sentences until I had reached
eighty-seven, when I needed to loosen up the hand cramps that had been
plaguing me.  By this time the crowd had sifted down to about sixty people
and I had to work at not looking down at my visible black pubic hair. 
writing three sentences at a time, I finished the hundred sentence penance,
but had no urge to pick up my sundress and put it on.  I was happy the way
I was.



   Shirts vs Skins - 16

   Angela picked up my dress and started to hand it to me.   -�Oh no!  Not
until Dean Wallace counts them and agrees I have completed it
satisfactorily.  I -(TM)m not letting him drag this out because of some
loop-hole.  One of the girls ran down the hall to inform The Dean that I
was finished, while I remained in my soaked panties, trying to maintain
some self-respect.  Several students approached with one of the girls
asking,  -�Did you really play basketball with seven guys dressed like
that? -� Not sure if they were friend or foe, I carefully chose the words
to my reply.  I didn -(TM)t want to come off as either a victim or a tramp.

    -�While defending women athletes against this sexist buffoon, I some
how forgot myself and ended up playing like this to demonstrate my point.
He baited me, by insisting I would have to be on the skin -(TM)s team if I
wanted play.  So, I did -�.  For the first time all day I felt like I was
under a microscope, as I waited for her response.  The two girls and two
guys took in every inch of my flesh, when she finally said,  -�I think that
took real courage.  Good for you girl! -� then gave me a high five.  I felt
relieved as she asked another question.   -�Why did that girl wet your
panties? -� I turned toward Sarah then back to her and said.   -�She -(TM)s
a good friend who was just teasing me -�.

    -�You know we can see your pubic hair, right? -�, while the other three
were staring at my bush, through the transparent material.  I started to
feel a little self-conscious and a bit antsy, so replied,  -�I think that
was her intention -�, as I smiled and said,  -�You guys have a great day
-�, and made my way back to the safety of the team.  Angela was still
holding my dress as I was becoming impatient, waiting for Dean Wallace to
come and approve my work.  I know he was purposely stalling to extend my
scandalous predicament.

   Another girl walked up to me and asked,  -�Sharon, right? -� as she
pointed at me.  I nodded, wondering if I was supposed to know her.   -�My
name is Melissa and I just heard your story.  I must tell you girl.  You
have guts girl.  Don -(TM)t worry about what some people are saying and
keep up the good fight -�, then she walked away as quickly as she arrived.
-�What some people are saying? -� I turned and asked Angela, now feeling
anxious.   -�Relax Sharon.  From what we -(TM)ve all seen, your reputation
will me more hero than villain.  Some people will always be negative, don
-(TM)t worry about them -�.   -�Where was Dean Wallace? -� I thought in
frustration.

   Finally, Dean Wallace entered the gym and walked over to center court,
where we were all waiting.  He even walked like he thought he was better
than everyone else.  He took one look at my wet panties then put his hands
on his hips, obviously waiting for an explanation.  Miss Reynolds jumped in
and said,  -�It wasn -(TM)t her fault!  Now approve the board so the poor
girl can get dressed! -� As I figured, he took his sweet time as he looked
over his glasses.   -�It -(TM)s satisfactory -�, he said, and walked back
to his office without another word.  Angela handed me my dress and I put it
on, relieved that half of my punishment was over, and the worry (as usual)
was worse than the actual event.

   By now it was noon, and I had an hour until my next class.  I thought
about just going home for the rest of the day.  I -(TM)m sure tomorrow was
going to be tough enough.  There were about twenty people remaining in the
gym as I looked to Miss Reynolds and the girls and let them know my
intentions.  Angela offered me a ride home since I rode with her this
morning.  Before we were able to get to the exit we were stopped first by
the art instructor, Mr.  Hammond.   -�Well Sharon.  That was quite an
exhibition you put on, even if it was imposed.  We -(TM)re always looking
for models at the art studio.  You should stop by -�.

   Talk about striking when the iron -(TM)s hot.  This guy had no shame, I
thought.   -�No thanks Mr.  Hammond.  This was a result of a
misunderstanding.  I -(TM)m really not interested, but thanks anyway -�, I
said.  as I made my way past him, attempting to reach the exit.  Angela
said,  -�You should take him up on it, Sharon -�.  I stopped and responded
to her,  -�Are you crazy?  I just want this whole thing to be over! -�,
then started for the exit again.   -�Admit it.  You loved it, you, adorable
little exhibitionist -�.   -�Come on Angela.  Stop teasing me.  I -(TM)ve
had a rough day -�, I complained.  I was about to find out how rough.

   Angela and I exited the gym through the outside doors and there stood
Sam.  He was looking at his phone, then turned to give me the most sinister
grin.   -�Hey Sharon.  Would you like to see how you look on the internet?
-� In a panic, I grabbed his phone and to my horror he had photos of me
wearing just my panties.  He had loads of them!  I started to storm off to
Dean Wallace -(TM)s office when he called out.   -�Don -(TM)t bother
Sharon. He can -(TM)t expel all of us -�, he said, as he pointed to dozens
of students all looking at their phones.  When they saw me emerge from the
gym, they held up their phones, smiling from ear to ear.  Some were even
laughing.  I was mortified.

    -�Dean Wallace said,  -~No Phones! -� I argued.  Sam just laughed and
said,  -�You can enforce that in a small art class, and everyone knows
phones are forbidden during live plays and performances, but there -(TM)s
no way to police a couple hundred students in space as big as the
gymnasium. Your famous Sharon -�.  I ran to Angela -(TM)s car with that
awful sound of laughter coming from around me.  We reached the car and
Angela sped off as I started hyperventilating in my seat.



   Shirts vs Skins - 17

   We pulled into the driveway and I jumped out of the car and ran into my
apartment, hoping not to be seen by anyone.  Angela followed me in and
yelled,  -�Sharon!  Get a hold of yourself! -� I can -(TM)t go back to that
school -�, I whined, as I coward down in shame.  Angela barked,  -�Sharon!
What did you think was going to happen?  Right now, you may be the most
recognizable student at the college, but it will blow over!  Now listen, I
know something about this.  Yes, right now half the students probably have
pictures of your precious little body and those delightful little titties,
on their phones -�, she said, in the most lustful tone, unable to take her
eyes off me.

   She shook her head in an attempt to refocus on my dilemma, and not on
her desire to be with me again.  She couldn -(TM)t have been more obvious.
She then continued,  -�Wait until you see how quickly they -(TM)ll move on
to the next scandal.  It -(TM)ll make your head spin -�.   -�What do you
know about it? -�, I asked.   -�When I was a sophomore like you, my
x-boyfriend made a video of us.  I knew about it, but what I didn -(TM)t
know was that he was going to send it to his buddies.  I was all over
school in no time.  I felt like I couldn -(TM)t go back to school but Miss
Reynolds talked me into staying and facing my fear.  She was right.  It
blew over in a few days and those idiots aren -(TM)t even around anymore.

   I felt so bad for Angela, that I gave her a big hug and temporarily
forgot about my situation.   -�Sharon.  There is one big difference between
our situations -�, she said.   -�What? -�, I asked, afraid to hear the
answer.   -�What happened to me was supposed to be private.  You on the
other hand are known around the school as the girl that wouldn't be bullied
and took on the boys on the basketball court, and Dean Wallace in the gym
wearing only your panties and sneakers.  The way you defiantly ripped off
your dress and dropped it on the floor, motivated those students to make
all that noise and shut him up.  Your performance today is already
legendary.  You may not want to hear this, but you have got to play in
Thursday night -(TM)s game -�.

    -�No way Angela.  I can -(TM)t! -�, I insisted.   -�Why Not?  Because
someone might take some pictures of you?  Sharon!  You spent three hours in
the center of the packed gymnasium wearing just your panties in front of
most of the student body and faculty!  There are hundreds, maybe thousands
of pictures of you already out there!  The damage is done! -�, she
exclaimed.   -�Is that supposed to make me feel better? -�, I snapped.  
-�Yes!  It is! -�, she shouted back.  We both just stared at each other and
finally broke out laughing hysterically, as we fell back on my bed.  It was
the comic relief I had needed in the worst way.

   Just as we were catching our breath, there was a knock on the door.  I
grabbed Angela -(TM)s arm and said in a low but anxious voice,  -�Angela,
send whoever it is away.  Hurry! -� Angela walked to the door, peeked
through the curtains and said,  -�OMG I don -(TM)t believe it -�, then
shouted through the glass of the door,  -�Go away creep! -� I couldn -(TM)t
believe it either when I heard Sam -(TM)s voice yelling back,  -�No!  Not
until I talk to Sharon first -�.  Angela turned to me and said,  -�Do you
believe this guy? -� I sat on the bed wondering why he was here.  It couldn
-(TM)t be to humiliate me more.  That wasn -(TM)t possible.   -�I -(TM)m
not leaving -�, we heard him say.

   Angela came up with the idea to open the door but make Sam stand outside
so he could say what he came here to say.  Personally, I think she just
wanted to get rid of him, so we could be alone.  Since I was having the
same idea, I agreed.  She opened the door and sternly said,  -�Stay there
Sam.  Say what you want to say, then leave -�.  Sam looked at me again with
remorse in his eyes and said,  -�Sharon, I swear.  I didn -(TM)t take those
pictures until a saw everyone else taking some.  I figured it didn -(TM)t
matter at that point.  Plus, you must admit you had it coming -�.

    -�HAD IT COMING?  HAD IT COMING FOR WHAT? -�, I screamed.   -�Like you
don -(TM)t know -�, he replied.   -�KNOW WHAT? -�, I demanded.   -�Thanks
to Miss Reynolds going to Dean Wallace, I won -(TM)t be wearing boxers
during Thursday -(TM)s game.  I have to wear Tighty Whities!  I don -(TM)t
even own any Tighty Whities! -� Angela and I fell back on the bed in
hysterics.  We laughed until our sides hurt.  Then Sam continued,  -�Sure
laugh it up!  You come off looking like Joan of Arc and I -(TM)ll look like
the village idiot! -� I almost felt bad as we continued our uncontrollable
laughter.

   After we finally settled down I got up and walked over to the door
noticing Sam looked like I felt.   -�Sam -�, I said.   -�I don -(TM)t know
if I should say thanks or sorry, but I do appreciate you coming by.  I feel
a little better now.   -�I -(TM)ll erase the photos if you want me to -�,
he offered.   -�Nah.  Keep them as a souvenir, and thanks again -�, I
replied.   -�Just so you know Sharon.  You are a hero to most of the
students and teachers at school.  You stand up for yourself.  Usually
without your clothes but you stand up for yourself -�.  We silently buried
the hatchet again, then he left as I closed the door.

   I turned around to see Angela -(TM)s shit eating grin.   -�O.k.  o.k.  I
-(TM)ll play on Thursday.  By this time both Angela and I had dozens of
text messages on our phones.  I didn -(TM)t have the energy to answer them,
so I sent out a message to all my contacts, saying,  -�It -(TM)s been an
unusual day to say the least.  I plan on trying to relax this afternoon and
will talk to you tomorrow.  Angela did something similar, letting everyone
know I was o.k.  Then we shut off our phones and, well, the rest is a
private matter.



   Shirts vs Skins - 18

   About 6:00 that evening Angela was trying to convince me to go out for a
bite to eat, while I argued that we should order in.   -�Sharon.  You have
to go to school tomorrow anyway.  Why not test the waters a bit?  In a
small college town like this, we -(TM)ll probably run into some people from
school, and you can gauge their reactions before seeing everyone tomorrow
-�, she persisted.   -�Oh, I see.  I should be my own guinea pig.  Right?
-�  -�YES!  Exactly! -�, she replied, in her enthusiastic way.   -�I think
I -(TM)ll pass -�, I said, as I pulled a menu for a local pizza place from
under the magnet on my refrigerator.

   Someone knocked at the door, and for the first time since getting caught
by Dean Wallace during Sunday -(TM)s game, I wasn -(TM)t startled.  Angela
was a great comfort among other things, and I was actually relaxed.  I
opened the door and there stood Emily and Jimmy.  Emily still had that same
guilty expression she was wearing Sunday night.   -�Emily.  It -(TM)s o.k.
-�, I said, and invited them in.  Still traumatized from the event, she
said in an apologetic voice,  -�Sharon, I was so upset yesterday, about
being responsible for you getting into trouble, I just stayed home.  But I
did come by after school hours to check on you, but you weren -(TM)t home
-�.

   I was so consumed with the paranoia that others in school might know
about Sunday -(TM)s game, and Dean Wallace discovering me wearing only my
panties, among all the guys, I didn -(TM)t realize Emily wasn -(TM)t in
school yesterday.  I felt so self-absorbed.  Emily continued,  -�I wanted
to apologize again today.  But after you saw everyone had photos of you,
you became so upset, and took off.  I wasn -(TM)t sure what would be a good
time to see you, so here I am -�.  I walked up to her, cradled her face in
my hands and said,  -�Emily.  It -(TM)s not your fault.  You have nothing
to be sorry about -�.  She gave me a big hug.

   That -(TM)s when Jimmy decided to pipe in.   -�She -(TM)s right Emily.
No one thought she would just, take off all of her clothes!  No one! -�.  I
turned to Jimmy, and sneered,  -�I didn -(TM)t take off  -~All -(TM) of my
clothes Jimmy -�.  He quietly muttered,  -�Well almost all of them -�. 
Emily asked,  -�Where were you last night when I came by? -� I told her how
Miss Reynolds wanted the team to practice for Thursday -(TM)s game, so we
were in the college gymnasium.  Angela butted in and said,  -�Tell them the
rest, Sharon -�.  I glared at her to keep quiet, but it was no use.  By now
Angela was familiar with my tiny apartment, and had found the transparent,
yellow thong I was wearing yesterday.

   She yelled out,  -�Sharon practiced for an hour, wearing just this
little, gold nugget! -�, as she dangled the tiny, yellow triangle, above
her head, laughing, knowing I couldn -(TM)t reach it.  Emily -(TM)s and
Jimmy -(TM)s jaws fell open and their eyes bugged out in disbelief.  I
tried to explain, but it was difficult with Angela dancing around behind
me, swinging the tiny piece of yellow fabric in the air.   -�Angela!  Stop
it, so I can explain -�, I insisted.  She stopped swinging the thong
around, but held on to it, while saying,  -�Let me tell the story -�.

   She went on,  -�Miss Reynolds was determined not to have Sharon hide
like a little rabbit, in her own words, or choke on the court, Thursday
night.  She got the girls that will be playing together and told us if
Sharon didn -(TM)t agree to practice wearing just her panties and sneakers,
like she -(TM)ll be wearing for the game, we were to strip her down.  Well
Sharon declined Miss Reynolds -(TM) invitation (as she snickered) so we
held her down and stripped off her clothes.  This was no easy task by the
way, because she was practically dressed for winter.  But under those heavy
clothes, much to heavy for a 90-degree day, she was wearing this tiny, see
through, yellow eye patch -�, as she held it back on display and they all
started laughing.

   Emily and Jimmy -(TM)s expressions went from total disbelief to amused
curiosity.  I stepped aside to allow Angela to finish the story.  She would
have interrupted me anyway.  She continued the story and told it like it
happened.  I practiced with the girls wearing only enough material to cover
my pussy.  My butt cheeks were totally exposed.  My small tits were
bouncing around as much as small tits do, and she made sure not to leave
out a single detail.  I was getting aroused just listening to her tell it.
Of course, she told the part about me running across the campus lawn,
dressed like that, against my continuous objections.

   Emily screamed out,  -�SHARON!  I feel so much better now!  I didn
-(TM)t know you took your clothes off all the time! -� I tried to clarify
the recent episodes, but to no avail.  I was getting a reputation as an
exhibitionist, and we all know reputations are hard to shake, once you have
them.  I couldn -(TM)t help it, but I was moist between my thighs and
needed a change of venue.   -�O.k.  Angela.  We can go out to eat -�, I
said, trying to move the topic of conversation to anything but my recent
topless adventures.  Angela invited Emily and Jimmy to walk to the pizza
shop, down the street with us.

   I wasn -(TM)t concerned about walking, since most of the students wouldn
-(TM)t recognize me with my clothes on anyway, as bizarre as that may seem.
After all, other than my studies and basketball, I really didn -(TM)t have
much other social involvement at school.  I went to the bathroom, put on my
jeans, an old ski-resort T-shirt I had, and baseball cap.  (And yes.  I
wore regular panties and a bra under them) I came out of the bathroom and
asked,  -�Is everybody ready? -� We all headed down the street, the few
blocks to the pizza shop.  By now it was 7:00 and the New England sun was
starting to set.

   We made it to the small shop and saw only a few people inside.  My
paranoia was starting to return, as I felt I may be recognized at any time.
My only solace was having my three friends with me, and my clothes on.  We
went up to the counter and ordered, then took a table in the corner and
waited for our food to be ready.  I had forgotten one major detail.  Angela
was still wearing her basketball uniform!  How could I have been so stupid?
I started to panic, and whispered across the table, asking if we could get
the order to go.  Emily was sympathetic, but Angela and Jimmy wanted to
stay and eat there.  Within seconds of our food arriving, two guys from
school approached our table.  I lowered the brim of my cap and started to
eat, even though my stomach was in knots.

   One of the guys asked Angela,  -�Aren -(TM)t you the girls basketball
team captain? -� Angela replied,  -�Yes I am -�, as she took a sip of soda
through her straw.   -�Then you must know the  -~Wet Panties Girl -(TM)
from the gym today -�, he continued.   -�The Wet Panties Girl? -�, she
growled.   -�Yeah.  I know her.  What about it? -� she replied, in an
annoyed tone.  Angela was not one to take anyone -(TM)s crap, and I was
glad she was with me on my first outing since my public exposure earlier
today.   -�If you see her.  Tell her it was awesome how she shut down old
Dean Wallace today.  We don -(TM)t know how she ended up that way, but the
way that almost naked girl, embarrassed the Dean, when she should have been
the one humiliated, was fantastic!  Oh.  And tell her she has nice tits -�.
Angel stood up and the two guys backed off, with one of the muttering, 
-�Just saying -�.



   Shirts vs Skins - 19

   I was happy not to be recognized and appreciated Angela -(TM)s defense
of my honor.  We finished our food and headed back out to the street. 
Keeping my head down, in order to avoid being identified as the  -~The Wet
Panties Girl -(TM) again, we headed back to my apartment.  We had made it
only a few yards when Angela was approached again.   -�Hey Angela! -�, came
a voice from a male student, hanging out with his friends, that apparently
knew her.  Angela turned and asked,  -�What do you want Eddie? -�.   -�Can
you introduce me to her? -�, as he showed Angela his phone, with a photo of
me wearing only my saturated panties, on display and lighting up the now
dusk hour, of the New England evening.

    -�Grow up Eddie -�, she instructed, and turned to join us for the walk
home.   -�No wait, Angela!  I -(TM)m not kidding.  I really want to meet
her -�, he continued.  I kept my head down and listened, petrified of what
I might hear.   -�Why Eddie?  Why do you want to meet her?  Do you like her
little body, you slime ball?  Or do just want some sensationalism for that
pathetic school paper of yours -�, she replied.   -�The entire school wants
to know her side of the story, Angela.  We all know Dean Wallace is a
bastard, but this punishment is outrageous, even for him -�, Eddie
responded.  Angela said,  -�Let me talk to her Eddie.  But if you make her
look bad, I will beat you into the ground, you little twerp! -�  -�Fair
enough -�, he replied, and walked away.

   I wanted to give Angela a  -~WTF -(TM) look but was more interested in
making it back home.  As we walked down the sidewalk, Angela asked,  -�What
do you think Sharon?  Here -(TM)s your chance to tell your side of the
story.  It -(TM)s obvious that most people believe Dean Wallace is the
scumbag they always thought he was.  You can make a difference here -�.  I
turned to Angela and persisted,  -�Angela!  I just want this to be over!  I
don -(TM)t want to be some champion for a cause!  Especially when I have to
be practically naked , to be that champion!  Let -(TM)s just play the game
Thursday night, so I can move on! -�

   We were mostly silent the rest of the way home until Emily decided, in
her naïve way, to relieve her conscience.   -�Sharon.  I feel really bad
for you, but I -(TM)m happy that you take your clothes off all the time.  I
thought it was because of me, that you are in all this trouble -�.  
-�Emily!  I don -(TM)t take my clothes off all the time! -�, I insisted. 
Emily responded,  -�Well Sharon, you took your clothes off Sunday in the
gym with the guys there.  Then at Monday -(TM)s practice and again today.
Not to mention how you streaked across the campus lawn last night, like
Angela said -�.  I turned to her, keeping in mind how sensitive she is. 
and replied,  -�O.K.  Emily!  I get it!  We all get it! -� and continued
the few remaining blocks back to my apartment.

   During the remaining walk, I couldn -(TM)t help but think about what
Emily had said.  I didn -(TM)t have to tear off my sundress and play with
the boys on Sunday.  I could have walked away.  I didn -(TM)t have to take
my T-shirt off and run across the campus lawn.  I could have protested more
against Dean Wallace -(TM) penalties.  I started to question how I got
here. Was it a temporary lapse of judgement that led to all of this, or was
I subconsciously capitalizing on Dean Wallace -(TM) penance to purposely
allow myself to be exposed.  Did I want this, somewhere deep down?  I was
becoming so confused.  We reached my apartment without any additional
interaction with anyone.  Most importantly, any interaction with anyone who
may have witnessed my humiliating exposure.

   Angela gave me a hug and said she needed to get home.  Emily and Jimmy
also said good night, and they got in their cars and left.  Since Monday
night I had not been alone.  It felt awkward to be left only to my
thoughts, especially since I didn -(TM)t know what to think.  I closed all
my curtains and took a nice warm bath.  Against my better judgement, I
turned on my phone.  There were dozens and dozens of messages.  Someone
must put my number out there because I only gave my number to a few close
friends.  I closed one eye, cringed, then opened the first message with a
great deal of reluctance.

   It was a picture of me, bleachers full of people in the background, with
my breasts on full display, and taken after Sarah had soaked my panties. 
The messenger even went to the trouble of putting a close-up of my crotch
in a circle, next to the full photo.  The tight, see-through panties with
my pubic hair sprouting above the low-cut waistband was available for all
to see.  Staring at my own visible dark pubic hair, through the wet,
transparent white material was so surreal.  I didn -(TM)t realize until
now, seeing myself in view of so many dressed people, while in such a
compromising position, how exposed I really was.  The knots returned to my
stomach, as I read the words that were posted across the bottom of the
photo.

    -�WHY WEAR PANTIES AT ALL?

   I enlarged the circular photo on my phone and became captivated, as I
lay naked in my tub.  It was a given that my tits were exposed for all to
see, but the wet panties added some serious eroticism to the overall post.
I was mortified, as I wondered how many students had seen the message, or
were looking at it right now, and enlarging the circle like I was doing. 
You could easily make out my slit, through the skin-tight material.  Having
my breasts uncovered all morning was one thing, but knowing my pussy was
also in view in such detail, made me feel both nauseated and stimulated.

   A glutton for punishment, I continued viewing the messages for almost
two hours.  The two basic messages were compliments on either my body or my
courage.  In many cases, both.  There were some rude and demeaning messages
also, but they were far outnumbered by those who displayed their desire
(both male and female students) for my body, or admiration for my audacious
stance against Dean Wallace.  It was getting late, so I took care of
business, so to speak.  I wanted to get enough sleep, so I could rise early
and emotionally prepare myself for the day at school.  I was not so naïve
as to believe it would be easy.