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 ï>¿Sophie Digitally Naked in School by Executionus

   Part 3:

   After lunch I went toward my 5th period class (lunch was my 4th period
class, the younger students have lunch for 5th period).  As I walked
through the hallway and approached the door to English, I was flagged down
by a boy I know from chess club and other nerd adventures, named Tyler.

   "Sophie!  Don't walk in there yet" he yelled to me.

   I'm over here wondering how this day could possibly get any worse, so I
nervously ask him "...whyyyy not?"

   He answered me "I need a favor from you, a huge one!  And Miss Hook is
ordering all phones turned in when we walk into class because of the
announcement at lunch."

   Of course.  The principal told everyone about my pictures being sent all
over the school, so now we have teachers trying fruitlessly to control
several hundred horny teenagers in their classrooms to stop them from
drooling over Minka.  Good luck.  Still, I had no idea what any of this had
to do with a favor.  "What favor?"

   He gave me some really pitiful baby eyes "Can you send me these nude
pictures everyone is talking about all of the sudden?  Every time I ask any
of the guys I know they either don't have them yet, are scared of getting
in trouble now, or they're just keeping them from me on purpose to be a
jerk.  Apparently there's some big effort from the big shot boys to keep
any of us in Science Olympiad from getting to see the pictures at all,
which is total bullshit."

   My mind jumps in loops from this request, but I also get a little mad
from the news that the popular punks are supposedly trying to gatekeep my
pictures.  I mean seriously, what kind of bastard would do that just
because someone is smarter than they are?  In what alternate universe did
they think they had that right?

   Wait hold on, am I actually getting offended about my pictures NOT being
sent out to enough boys? ...Yes, yes I am.  I'm mad about that not being
fair, and many of my friends are in the nerd community.  I don't want any
of the boys AT ALL to see me naked and I wish I could just destroy all the
pictures with a Thanos Snap, but at the same time in the real world where
we are now it would honestly piss me off if the people sending out my
stolen images left and right were purposely keeping them away from horny
nice boys like Tyler.  God this is the weirdest goddamn day.

   When I went too long without saying anything, Tyler asked "So can you
help me out?  I know you've managed to get them by now.  You're you!  And
once I get them all I can start sharing them with the rest of us in S.O."

   I just...man, it's so hard to say no to Tyler, but he's literally asking
me to send him all of my nude pictures!  I don't want him to see me naked,
but I also don't want him to feel left out and bullied.  And this is a line
that I haven't crossed yet...ME sending out my pictures.  So far I have
never sent out my pictures to anyone ever.  This would mean that I sent my
nudes to a boy, that me, REAL me sent them directly.  They weren't stolen,
they weren't obtained indirectly through the grapevine, this time I would
be directly giving a boy I know very well and have known for years the most
humiliatingly explicit collection of pictures of me that has ever existed
(or WILL ever exist I can promise you that).  I'm not emotionally prepared
for crossing that line.  To do so would make me no longer just a
victim...I'd be involved too.

   I go to tell him no, trying to think of a kind way to let him down
without being suspicious, but the look in his eyes just fills me with
regret.  He really is a nice boy that is always getting treated like crap
by other boys and even many girls just because he's in Science Olympiad and
chess club instead of the "manly" clubs and sports.  From what I know he
has even worse luck with dating than I do.  I just can't break his heart
like that by refusing his request.

   "Ok" I said to him while slightly trembling "I'll send them all to you
now quickly before class"

   I bring up my phone.  Ironically I have my album twice...the originals
and the ones Ava sent me this morning.  Ava's collection was grouped nicely
in a folder so I go with that choice.  I move to text them all to Tyler but
my hand is freezing up at the send button.  I take a deep breath to calm my
nerves but it isn't helping in the slightest.  I'm about to flash a boy! 
I'm about to flash him top, bottom, back, and spread wide.  He's going to
see everything I have and he's going to have the pictures to keep forever.
This is so scary.  It's so damn stupid that the idea of me trying to send
pictures to one boy myself is so frightening when hundreds of other boys
already have my pictures, but it is.  And besides, he plans to share them
with all of the other nerds, so it's more than one boy that I'm flashing if
I do this.  It's a whole crew of them.

   I need to reset my brain.  "THIS IS NOT ME!" I scream silently inside my
head.  These are pictures of "Minka", not me.  Minka Minka Minka.  She's a
beautiful sultry woman without inhibitions, who talks with a sexy Eastern
European accent like a boss (because why not?), walks dominatingly in high
heels, makes boys submit to her, and she loves getting off to boys looking
at her and complimenting her body. ...Ok that last part might be me too,
not just Minka.  Either way, thinking about this as if Minka was a
different person helps me far more than what it would have done if I was
sane.  I finally click send, which transfers all 30ish pictures of me to
Tyler.  There's no turning back now, he's going to see it all and share it
all with his friends.  Many of them are my friends too, and now they're all
going to be drooling over my privates.  Erm..Minka's privates.  Whoever's
privates, my face is still turning red as I can't believe that I just did
that.

   Tyler starts browsing the album right there in the hallway and his eyes
are bulging out of his skull, and that's not the only thing clearly
bulging. His face is turning red and I notice sweat forming on his
forehead. With each scroll his heart seems to be jumping at the new reveal,
most of which are more explicit than the ones before them.  I'm watching
him react to my body in real time and it's honestly so fascinating in
addition to filling me with shame.  Still, his silent reaction isn't giving
me the tingles that I need right in this embarrassing moment.  I prod him
for a verbal reaction "So...what do you think of her?  Is she worth the
hype?"

   "Hell yeah!" he yells pretty loudly.  "Oh my God I'm in love, this girl
is so beautiful.  No wonder everybody is going nuts, she's gotta be the
hottest girl in the whole school! ...No offense"

   The fact that this dude just hit me with a "no offense" as a comparison
between me and Minka legitimately almost made me start laughing, but I
caught myself just in time.  His compliments are filling me with that warm
happy feeling again in my chest, face, and groin.  Still, I need more.  I'm
starting to feel a little bit like a junkie, but fuck it...I don't care.

   I prod him some more "So what's your favorite area on her, your favorite
picture, and why?  I've heard there's a big debate raging right now with
the boys about that.  Don't be shy, I want to hear your FULL opinions.  My
group was all talking about this at lunch earlier but I wanna hear your
naughty little thoughts too, just for fun"

   He turns his phone around to show me the last picture in the album: my
pussy spread wide apart with my fingers, clit sticking out, and wet to the
point where my pussy is drooling on the floor.  "That picture, definitely!
This girl's pussy is fucking hot, like holy hell!  I love a girl who shaves
for starters, and I love it when pussies have that hot pink color on the
inside.  Also I really like it when a woman is visibly aroused and not just
faking it like what you usually see in porn.  Like look, you can even see
her clit right here" as he pointed to it on the screen "not to mention how
wet she is, looking tasty as hell.  I just want to lick her until she runs
out of juice, no matter how long it takes or how loudly she screams. ...So
how's that?  Naughty enough for you?"

   Yes.  Yes yes.  Yes yes very yes!  Wow my hormones are swimming right
now.  Hearing him fantasize about my pussy was making me sweat and shiver,
making my face solid crimson, and making my heart speed up to the point
where I could almost hear it beating.  I even felt myself getting a little
wet down there from him talking about my wetness, like he somehow summoned
it by speaking of it.  And little nerdy Tyler from chess club knows how to
locate a clitoris and even loves giving a woman oral!  Goddamn, why haven't
I ever asked him out yet?  That was obviously a big gigantic mistake.  I
made a serious mental note right there that even if he isn't the biggest or
prettiest of guys, Tyler might be seriously good in bed and worth a shot.

   Ok damnit, I need to stop lusting over everybody so hard once they start
complimenting me like this or else my first time is going to be a gang
bang! Actually...do I WANT a gang bang with a dozen or so beautiful men and
women all there to service me and me alone in a fever of unending pleasure
that never ends because my servants can just rotate in and out when they
get tired or sore?  Could Minka actually make that a reality?  If I dressed
up as her one day, could I lure Tyler, that Ben guy, Cliff, Ava, and anyone
else I could ever want to grant me 12 hours in a row of orgasmic bliss? 
AHH!  No, bad Sophie, you're too horny right now!  Dial it down right now
before you have to change panties!

   I have probably gone far too long without answering his question to me.
"Yes!  Yes that's good.  Whew, that kinda got me hot a little bit, naughty
boy"

   Tyler looked away from me shyly "Heh.  So what about you?  I know you
like girls.  What do you like best about her?"

   Oooook, that's a question that I don't know how to answer.  Lusting
after myself is a little weird, especially with all of my insecurities and
the flaws that only I can see apparently.  Then again, lusting after myself
is exactly how this whole thing started.  Besides, I have to keep up my
cover, and normal Sophie would not be too shy to describe in great detail
how much she loves a girl like Minka.

   "Well..." I started "I agree with you, her pussy is to die for, and that
last picture is...well wow, it's just wow, right?"

   I didn't want to admit it to him for a multitude of reasons, but my very
last picture was the first one that I got off to during my fun session. 
The explicitness was such a turn-on, as I just imagined the extreme
intimacy of a girl actually sending that picture to someone, a picture of
ultimate pornographic vulnerability that could only be shared with a
person's true love.  The fact that the entire damn school is seeing that
view of me right now is such a massive source of embarrassment.

   Then again, there was one other picture that I used the most as that day
went on so I confessed honestly "Still, my favorite picture is this one
from the front which shows her whole body with her hands behind her head.
She looks so confident, so intense, and so sure of her own sexiness here. I
just imagine her stripping for me, posing like this to make me weak, and
then giving me a lap dance all to seduce me and turn me into her slave." I
wasn't making that fantasy up either, that was what kept going through my
mind on Sunday and why I kept going back to that particular image.  While I
am such a blatant sub, in my mind Minka is a dom who could bend anyone to
her desires.

   Tyler smiled "You're so cute when you hit subspace, anyone ever tell you
that?"

   I gasp "WHAT???  What...what do I look like when I do that?  IS IT THAT
OBVIOUS??"

   He started laughing at me, yet here I am blushing like mad.  I didn't
realize that anybody could tell when I slipped into subspace fantasizing
about someone being dominant to me!  Also the revelation that Tyler knew
what "subspace" was just tipped me off that he must be just as into kink
stuff as I am.  Not to mention he just called me cute, and I was already
riding a horny high from his earlier compliments to Minka.  Now I'm
imagining Tyler pinning me to the wall behind me and having his way with me
right here in public.  I need to stop letting my horny mind run amok today
before I go crazy!

   Finally he answered "It's not super duper obvious, no, but your face
gets really red, your eyes get glossy, and your entire body language
changes to make yourself smaller.  Like, you pull your arms towards your
chest usually and lower your head.  It's something I've noticed in the
past."

   I reply "Well no, nobody has ever told me that before.  Thanks, I
suppose."

   Tyler giggled again "Don't mention it.  Although if you want, I'll
totally buy you a collar for your birthday next month and you can wear it
around school, staying in subspace all day"

   Ok, there's no way that he could've known that being collared in public
actually WAS one of my biggest fetishes, but there's also no chance that
I'm admitting to that right now.  I quickly answer him "Let's not!"







   Actually sitting through 5th period was uneventful and overall boring,
especially since the teacher took all of our phones.  Honestly I enjoyed
the break from my every minute being about my naked parts and the fact that
everyone was looking at them.  In a weird way, though, part of me was
missing the feeling of being the center of everyone's attention.  It
doesn't make sense since I am so massively ashamed of everyone being able
to see me naked like this, but somehow it feels good that everybody WANTS
to keep looking at me now that they can.  It makes me feel wanted and
attractive.  It would honestly feel worse if my pictures were out there but
nobody cared to see them.  I would be horrified if I was so ugly that
people would reject my free nudes.

   When class was over and I finally got my phone back, I noticed a whole
bunch of text messages that came in while I was in there.  That's a pretty
odd thing in general since I don't text during classes and neither do my
friends usually.  I had messages from Cliff, Ava, and apparently something
from my brother Arnold.  I really wasn't ready for whatever Arnold had to
say to me if he really was the person who leaked me, so I checked Ava
first. Her message read "Just thought you might be interested in knowing
that some of the cutest boys in school, Roger, Lloyd, and Albert, are all
totally in love with Minka now.  They're in my 5th period class and they
wouldn't stop fawning over her.  Lloyd even told me that if I ever found
out Minka's identity that I was to ask her out for him since he's single
right now.  I had a feeling you might enjoy hearing that"

   She's not wrong!  Wow, I would sell a kidney to get a night alone with
Roger, Albert, or Lloyd, and they all think that I'm sexy now.  Lloyd is
even trying to ask me out!  I sorta squeal inside my head for a second.  On
the other hand, I start to get really embarrassed at the realization that
all three of them, TOTAL supermodels, have seen me naked now.  They're
probably looking at me naked right at this very second.  I no longer have
absolutely anything that they haven't seen now.  And honestly, how could I
ever actually date any of them without revealing my identity?  There's no
way.  I'm trapped again, stuck in the weird state where Sophie is forever
alone while Minka is the hottest attraction in the school.

   Ok ok, I need to move on.  I bring up Cliff's messages next.  There were
three in a row: "I talked with a freshman I know from chess club and he
doesn't think your brother was the leaker.  I asked about a couple
different freshmen to avoid tipping him off to what I know, but he didn't
think any of them had done it"...."Nevermind, now he's telling me that he
asked around and a bunch of people are saying that the leak started in Miss
Wilson's class, which is your brother's first class.  It looks like he
might be guilty"...."So my friend apparently just went and asked your
brother directly, even though I asked him not to do that sort of thing yet.
Your brother is denying that he did anything and says he was sent the
pictures just like anyone else.  He might just be trying to avoid getting
in trouble though now that the principal is on the warpath"

   Great, what a fun little sequence of texts that was.  I figure I might
as well bring up Arnold's text now, which says "We need to talk.  I'll meet
you at your locker after class".  Perfect, absolutely perfect.  This will
give me the chance to execute my sibling before 6th period.  Unless somehow
he is innocent, but then why else would he be texting ME?  Oh crap...what
if he's actually innocent and instead he just recognized me from the
pictures?  Ugh, that would be utterly humiliating.  Now I don't know which
option is worse.

   I rush over to my locker, figuring that I need as much time as I can get
before I have to book it toward gym for 6th period.  As soon as I see
Arnold rage fills me.  All of my humiliation and agony today just floods to
the surface even before he says a word.  The look of guilt is written on
his face.  I somehow manage to calmly speak one word without exploding
"Explain"

   I must've looked extremely scary in that moment, because he put up both
hands to defend himself while whispering "It wasn't my fault!  It was
Jerry!"

   I repeat myself, but louder "EXPLAIN!"

   Arnold made sure to be extremely quiet in the crowded hallway as he told
me "You forgot that your tablet is logged into your Google account, and I
brought both of our tablets to Jerry's house yesterday, remember?  We were
playing a new game and his computer sucks.  You agreed to it!  I didn't
know that you were going to start taking naked pictures while we were
gone!"

   Fuck.  Fuck fuck, he's right!  I didn't even think about the fact that
he had my tablet yesterday!  It would've brought up a notification every
time I took a picture.  Whichever one of them was using my computer
would've been linked to each picture the moment I took it.

   I closed my eyes "And then what?"

   He continued "I was using your computer and he was using mine.  I was
actually trying to AVOID him snooping through your stuff, but I kept
getting those annoying notifications while we were trying to play a match.
When we finished I clicked on it to see what it was about.  I DIDN'T KNOW
IT WAS GOING TO SHOW ME A BUNCH OF YOUR NAKED PICTURES!  And Jerry was
sitting right next to me when I did it, so he saw everything."

   Wonderful.  Jerry was always a little brat, and now that little brat has
seen me naked just like everyone else.

   Arnold kept explaining "But here's the problem...I didn't recognize you
at all at first, because you looked so different from usual.  We actually
thought you were taking pictures of a secret new girlfriend that you were
screwing at home once you got the house to yourself.  I didn't actually
figure out that it was you until after I got home and really looked at the
pictures closely."

   He looked at my pictures closely.  UGH!!!  Oh my God, I do NOT want to
know if my brother was getting off to me.  Nope, nope, NOPE!  Just the fact
that I know my perverted little brother was looking at my boobs, butt, and
pussy is mortifying and horrifying enough by itself.  If he was actually
jerking to me, then I sincerely hope that he recognized me right as he
neared the edge just so that the shock gave him horrible blue balls and he
couldn't finish!  I don't care if that sounds petty.

   I harshly whispered "So you're telling me that you and Jerry saved my
pictures thinking it was my non-existent girlfriend?  Do you understand how
wrong that was on, like, multiple levels?"

   He snapped back "Hey!  If you stumbled across a schoolmate's naked
pictures, you would've saved them.  You were the one acting all thirsty
when that one dude's dick pic leaked last year.  Don't act innocent."

   I mean he's not wrong, but still.  "Ok yeah fine, but this is crossing
the line Arnold!  I would've kept the pictures in secret, I NEVER would've
leaked them to everyone everywhere like this."

   Arnold pitifully apologized "I'm sorry!  I didn't do it, he did.  Even
before I knew it was you I told him not to show those pictures to anybody
or else you were going to kill us, but he didn't listen.  He told a few
people that the pictures were of HIS girlfriend, but most people knew that
was a lie.  I never actually told him it was you because...  Well ok,
promise not to laugh or make fun of me, but I said lots of things that I
now super duper regret saying, if you get my drift.  Not being weird...but
you look good, and I didn't know that shit was you!  I'm embarrassed enough
as it is.  I didn't want him to know that I said that stuff about my own
sister because he would tease me for the rest of my life."

   I snapped "Boy I don't even want to HEAR about YOUR embarrassment after
today!  Fine, nobody else can recognize me in those pictures either.  Even
you took several hours and you live with me.  So you're saying that Jerry
had all of my pictures from yesterday, not knowing that it was actually me,
and that he was the one who started sending them all over the mother
fucking school?"

   He softly answered "Yes.  I'm really sorry, Sophie, I swear it.  At
least nobody else seems to know that it's you.  People keep asking me and
Jerry who you are though, so word is getting out that we started this.  I
keep denying it but I'm worried that Jerry might spill the beans about your
'girlfriend' if they put enough pressure on him"

   In a voice of pure stone cold serial killer level calmness I told Arnold
"I will get even with your friend, no matter what it takes.  If you don't
want to join him, you'd better never tell a soul about me being Minka."

   Suddenly very confused, he asked me "Wait, who?"

   Oops.  Idiot....  Why did I say that?  That was a complete accident! 
I'm not wanting everyone to know my code name, but I guess I might as well
tell Arnold at this point.  "Minka is the codename I came up with for 'the
girl in the pictures' so that I could talk about them in public with a
couple of my friends who know without worrying about people over-hearing
us. To put it in nerd terms, Sophie is Clark Kent, Minka is Superman. 
Don't go telling that to people though"

   He smirked "You really should use 'Supergirl' in your metaphor, but I
get it." He then very softly told me "I really am truly sorry, Sophie.  I
never meant for any of this to happen."

   I put my hand on his shoulder "Look, it's ok.  I understand, and I'm not
mad at you.  Today has just been so humiliating for me.  Every boy in
school (and the girls too) have all gotten to see me naked and they even
get to keep the pictures.  Could you imagine if every girl in school had
pictures of your dick?  Imagine seeing them everywhere you look, following
you around, mocking you.  That's my life right now.  These pictures might
last for my entire life, my whole life.  If people find out that it's
me...my old life is over.  Even just people seeing those pictures of me
anonymously makes me want to just jump off a bridge.  I feel like such a
dirty trashy slut, and those pictures aren't even SLIGHTLY tasteful.  Some
of them are straight porn.  If I do get found out...I might actually go
jump for real just to make it all end."

   Arnold suddenly hugged me, which I was not expecting one ounce since we
never hug.  It was surprisingly comforting.  He then told me "Don't ever
joke about hurting yourself, that's not cool and you know it.  Nobody will
ever find out who you are, you made yourself look massively unlike yourself
in the face in those pictures.  And even if they did, then the whole school
would just finally start to appreciate how good you look, that's all.  It
wouldn't be a bad thing, you'd honestly be the most popular girl in school
if they knew."

   I hugged him back "Maybe...but that doesn't make me feel like any less
of a degenerate loser.  I don't want everyone laughing at me and making fun
of me, or treating me like an object...."

   He then added "Trust me...it would be fine.  Basically all of my friends
want to bang you now.  Jimmy offered me $100 cash for your phone number
because of the rumors that I know you.  I don't even know where he got that
much money.  Not gonna lie...I almost gave it to him."

   I stared at my brother "Don't you dare, little man!"

   Arnold laughed "You know actually, you should setup a fake Telegram
account for, what was it?  'Minka'.  Yeah that way you and I could get paid
for hooking people up with her, without having to give anybody your actual
phone number or anything.  And then you can just ghost them if they get
weird or whatever"

   ...Huh.

   I basically think out loud "Damnit.  That's not a bad idea!  Wait, then
how would I explain the fact that I know this girl when nobody else does?
Bah, that would never work it would be too suspicious."

   Arnold then told me "You might as well make the account and just tell
everyone 'nunya beezwax' if they ask."

   I roll my eyes "Smooth, boy.  Reeeeeal smooth.  They'll never suspect a
thing, totes legit.  Look I think I am going to make a fake account for
Minka just to have it and maybe use it as some kinda decoy away from me in
some way, but for now we really do need to get to class before we're late.
Bye!"

   On my way to class I texted Cliff and the others informing them that
Arnold's friend Jerry was responsible for the leak but that he didn't know
who I was either.  I told them that I wanted to make him suffer for that
somehow and wanted their help with ideas.  Haylee's idea was the best one:
Eye for an eye, I needed to leak HIS naked pictures all over the school to
get even.  I have no clue how to make that happen though.

   Weirdly, I also felt myself filled with an odd desire to actually create
the chat account for Minka, so I signed up for a basic account quickly
before I reached the classroom.  I can't explain it well, but I think part
of me actually wants to be able to roleplay as Minka in a safe environment
where nobody knows that it's really me behind the keyboard.  But could I
pull this off without it backfiring against me and ruining it all?



   Part 4:

   As soon as I sat down in my chair for art, I quickly sent Minka's
Telegram account info to Arnold and my friends.  I explained that it was
meant to handle any issues with needing a decoy, or if people were offering
us money for contact information and what not.  I told them all to keep
quiet that any of us knew Minka in order to avoid suspicion.

   Art class was sure to be "fun".  Somehow I had this huge feeling of fear
going into this class specifically today.  It was most likely due to the
fact that Mr Bergson is guaranteed to talk about today's big news, because
he was always big on incorporating daily moments, memes, and images into
his lectures, even if the content was adult in nature.  It doesn't help
matters that he's really smoking hot for an older guy and he's only around
30 years old or so.  Let's just say that I'm extremely nervous about what
he's going to say about my pictures.

   I'm also quite worried about him recognizing me.  While everyone else
was fooled by make up, no glasses, and my hair being down, Mr Bergson has
an impeccable eye for detail and talks about how no two faces are identical
and that sort of thing.  Out of all of the people in this school, he is BY
FAR the most likely to recognize me.  I'm going to make it a point to not
look directly at him all class today in the hopes that he doesn't pick up
on my secret, assuming he hasn't already.

   "Greetings and salutations, classmates!" he opened, as usual.  "I'm sure
that every single one of you is aware of what today's Current Event
discussion is going to feature.  Yes, you guessed it.  THOSE pictures.  Now
what you're not expecting, I'm sure, is that we're actually going to spend
the entire class today focused on them.  Not just for tittilation purposes,
boys.  No, this incident has given me a wonderful excuse to compare and
contrast depictions of the nude female throughout the various millennia,
showcasing how very little has truly changed while highlighting those key
few differences that make all the...difference."

   Damnit!  I knew we were going to discuss my pictures, but I didn't know
we were going to devote the entire freaking class to them!  Great, just
great.  What more can this day throw at me?

   As if to answer my question, Mr Bergson continued "Now, quite obviously
the only real way for us to discuss the artistic applications and
references of today's new model will be for me to bring up the pictures in
question on the big screen, including the more risquÃ(C) and uncensored
ones." Are you KIDDING ME???  He just kept going on as if he didn't just
say the craziest damn sentence in high school history "Please try to behave
yourselves.  Any lewd comments or inappropriate actions will be punished,
and if needed I will send you all one by one to see our esteemed principal.
I will also accept zero comments which are disrespectful or derogatory
towards the model in these pictures.  She is to be treated the same as if
she modeled the Mona Lisa, without any toxic efforts to put her down or
call her immoral.  Now, without further ado...our first picture."

   Casting from his phone to the TV, the first picture he chooses comes on
the screen.  There I am: Naked, sideways shot that still shows both boobs
and my kitty, and me gently biting my finger.  Friggin' hell, he couldn't
start off with a more tame shot?  My face turns red as hell just staring at
myself on the big screen like that, and I quickly look around to see the
entire class staring at my nakedness.  Many of the boys give a light cheer
and hoot of approval of me, despite the warning to behave earlier.  Mr
Bergson ignored that for now.

   Suddenly I realize that with the high resolution and size of the 70 inch
TV screen that I was suddenly in huge danger of being recognized by anyone
here!  I have to avoid looking directly at anyone during this class in
order to avoid them noticing that the girl on the big screen and me both
have remarkable similar facial shapes.  Mr Bergson is sure to notice, I
know it.  There's no way that someone like him is going to miss this,
there's no way.  This man memorizes shadows and tiny beauty marks when
painting people he knows from memory!  He's going to recognize me, out me,
and then turn me in to the principal and the cops.  I'm doomed!

   Mr Bergson gestured towards the screen "There she is.  Quite the beauty,
am I right?" Most of the class verbally agrees with him all at once, which
sends a tingle down my spine.  Whoa.  I wasn't quite ready for that feeling
to be as intense as it was.  There's something extremely sexy about an
entire classroom of 30+ students simultaneously saying that I am beautiful.
I have to be careful not to allow myself to get too overwhelmed by any
compliments this class, however.  My concentration has to remain on trying
to avoid being recognized.

   After calling me a beauty, Mr Bergson continued "Now, it has come to my
attention that the rumors declare this young lady to be a student at our
exceptional school, but that whoever she is has chosen to remain anonymous.
I cannot be certain of the validity of this claim, obviously, but let's
just say that I have my doubts that these belong to any of our students. 
Whether that story turns out to be true or false, the original story itself
intrigued me.  You can see the extensive use of colored eye shadow on this
model, working akin to a mask in a way.  It reminds me of Robin from Batman
and Robin, hiding nothing but the eye region yet somehow functioning as a
form of identity concealment.  Perhaps this model truly was intending on
remaining anonymous, however it would quite frankly be impossible to remain
unknown once the pictures were sent out to their original recipient. 
Caller ID has been a thing since before any of you younglings were born."

   Everybody is focusing on my face now, including Mr Bergson.  How has he
not recognized me yet?  How long can I possibly escape him figuring it all
out?  I'm trembling in my seat as the anticipation is killing me of him or
one of the other students identifying me.  I can't take this pressure, I
almost feel like fainting.

   He continued on "No, I believe the heavy make up was used to hide flaws
that the model feels insecure about.  That's generally how make up is used
in regular life after all.  There was a clear intention by the model to
transform herself into an ideal beauty, and the use of such extensive
coloring and design in both the eye region and the overall face areas
suggests that this transformation was a significant one overall.  It really
gives off a vibe that this woman, who we all agree is very pretty and sexy,
does not see herself in that same light at all.  The masking effect of the
make up tells me that this girl is consumed with feelings of inadequacy
that she is powering through by use of transformation into "someone else".
Someone she believes to be better than her, or an idealized version of
herself that she doesn't believe she could ever equal in real life.  Her
posing reflects this as well, as the model is very tensed and presenting
herself instead of using a more neutral or relaxed positioning.  She hides
her true self away from the controls possible behind the lens.  This is the
great power of photography when done correctly."

   Wow.  I honestly can't believe he pegged me so well just by looking at
my face.  Luckily he still hasn't recognized me in there, but aside from
that he just unpacked my personality to the entire class with ease.  I'm
getting more and more worried as he talks about the disguise aspect of my
make up though, because he practically just came out and said that the pic
girl doesn't look anything like that in real life.  That was honestly my
biggest advantage towards avoiding detection.

   Once Mr Bergson finished commentary on my face, he switched up to my
body "Next we have her body itself.  Yes yes, we will be discussing the
nudity of these pictures directly.  Simmer down, people.  Now before I
begin with my own observations, who here would like to offer theirs first?
Please try to conduct yourselves with dignity at all times.  Yes, this
woman is extremely attractive and sexy, but crude comments are not
productive.  Jason, you first"

   A boy I don't know at all named Jason spoke "My comment is that there is
extreme sexual energy here, not just from the nudity.  Like, she's shaven
bald, her nipples are pointing out like an inch, she's biting her finger,
and she's giving the camera eff-me eyes.  Some of the other pics she's
spreading herself or bending way over.  This girl wants people to look at
her and she's basically getting off to the camera.  A lot of time women
taking naked pics for money just look bored and it's a turn off.  This
woman is ABOUT IT.  I think that's one of the reasons everyone's so into
her.  Well that, and she's basically flawless."

   Wow Jason-guy-I-don't-know, wow.  Me flawless?  Not even close, but
thanks for saying it at least.  Him saying that gave me a warm feeling. 
He's not wrong about how horny I was taking those and how I seriously was
getting off to the camera though.  Is that really the secret to why
everyone loves Minka more than Sophie?  Maybe as Sophie I need to stop
hiding my constant horniness so desperately all of the time if other people
find it a turn on.

   Mr Bergson smiled "Ha, flawless for this generation, yes.  I want to
come back to that because that was my take and I need to elaborate on what
I mean by that, but yes thank you for that statement.  The rest of what you
said is accurate as well.  There is a profound sexual energy in this
picture and the others as well.  Sexual arousal of the target audience was
clearly the goal of this photoshoot, and the model's genuine feelings of
sexual arousal herself lent themselves to the final whole.  This is why I
have always said that as artists you should always pull from your heart,
from your true feelings and experiences.  As Jason said, it's a 'turn off'
if the artist and the work are not aligned completely.  I am very glad that
he made that connection.  Two more student observations before I comment on
her 'flawlessness', who wants to go next?  Linda."

   Linda I know and have done group projects with.  She is a sweet freshman
girl innocent as an angel.  I'm suddenly uneasy about her looking at me
naked and making comments on it because I just can't imagine her connected
to sexual things at all.  She's like a child in my mind.

   Still, she spoke "What I got from all of these pictures was a major vibe
of her being lonely.  She's taking her own pictures, instead of having a
boyfriend take them, and all of them feel like a cry for attention,
affection, and love.  She's so amazingly beautiful that she comforts
herself by being the model in front of the camera, but deep inside she is
desperate for the viewers on the other side of the camera to come join her
and love her.  Her face didn't just give me sexual vibes, there was sadness
mixed in from her not having access to a man at that moment.  A couple of
the pictures at the end were extremely graphic...basically the type of
pictures no girl would ever take unless they were desperate for somebody to
compliment them and want them.  I think the model is single, maybe recently
dumped, and all of this was a revenge coping mechanism.  She may have even
sent these to her ex to show him what he was missing, only for them all to
be leaked all over school."

   Freaking hell, I didn't sign up to be roasted for my desperation today.
I mean she's mostly right, but damn.  The fact that Linda is talking about
my FULL album means that she's already been perving on all of the pictures
like everyone else, which made me cringe a little bit out of embarrassment.
It's just so weird to think of such a young and pure girl looking at porn,
especially porn of me!

   Mr Bergson nodded "An interesting theory.  I'll admit that I saw bits of
that loneliness in a few of the pictures myself.  I don't feel like
commenting directly on how 'desperate for sex' a young girl is, especially
considering that nearly all adolescents are thinking about that subject all
day every day.  Still, there is clearly a longing for it, which goes back
to Jason's point about the model's authentic feelings carrying into her
photography so well."

   He then waved his hands wildly "I'm going to take one more comment, but
this time I'm picking one of you shy ones with your hand down trying to
hide.  Sophie!  You look like you're quite embarrassed to be looking at a
picture of a naked girl, purportedly a classmate even.  No need to be so
shy, tell us what you think."

   Mother of shit!  I can't believe he just called on me.  I have to say
something and try to avoid the entire class, and Mr Bergson himself, all
realizing that I'm Minka the picture girl!  "Um, I don't know.  It's
embarrassing because...you know...she's hot...and naked...  and it's
awkward looking at it in class, that's all"

   He tilted his head "Oh come on, I know you better than that.  Everyone
who knows you is aware that you are openly and proudly bisexual, which I
admire you for, so you have no reason to be afraid of enjoying the view on
screen too strongly.  Some of the boys are making it quite clear how
strongly they appreciate our model, even if they aren't aware of just how
obvious that interest is right now.  Please, give me your real insight. 
Nobody will judge you"

   Damnit.  I'm trying to get the attention off of me before it's too late!
Fine, I have to just say something quickly "Ok yeah, she's hot as hell and
flawless like Jason said, and clearly pissed off about being all alone that
minute like Linda said.  I guess the main thing I noticed that hasn't been
said yet is that....the model starts off tame, but then becomes more and
more horny with every picture until she's just basically gushing by the
end. Taking those pictures was obviously foreplay.  She only stopped
because she was about to explode"

   Dear Lord why the hell did I just answer with the truth?  Jesus I could
have said anything, literally anything.  Why did I just fess up to that
being foreplay?  Why the hell did I just admit that I was close to cumming
by the end?  I couldn't think of anything else to say in the moment.  Am I
just terrible at speaking under pressure?  My heart is racing.  Everyone
was looking at me, and I have no way of knowing how many of them recognized
me!

   Mr Bergson laughed at me "Hahaha.  Well, I have to say that was
something that I had noticed as well.  The progression was very fluid (no
pun intended) both in content and exposure levels, with the model reacting
physically to the increases in both.  This is how professional nude
pictorials are framed most commonly as a technique for building tension and
sustaining a build-up from start to finish...or start to climax if I dare
say it."

   Funny man.  Reeeeal funny.  That's the 3rd time I've heard my pictorial
described as "professional" though, but at least this time he included a
reason for it, which made sense.  I swear that was just an accident though.

   He then went on while he cycled through many of the pictures in my album
"So, going back to her being 'flawless', you can see several staples common
in modern beauties in our model that are products of our time and
reflective of our current standards.  For example, you mentioned her pubis
being hairless, as this trend has grown massively in popularity over the
last two decades even though it was basically unheard of for millions of
years of human history.  Search all you want, you'll never find a classical
painting that features a woman, or man, hairless in the groin region.  And
yet, in the modern era it is considered by many to be a flaw if a woman
possesses too much hair there, or even any hair at all.  Likewise, you can
see how skinny this model is in the waist region as her abs are nearly
completely flat going from her chest to her pubis without any bulge.  This
was very uncommon in older art and would be seen as unnatural in their
times.  Part of the wonder of cameras allows models to suck in their
tummies before taking pictures, attempting to present themselves as being
skinnier than they are naturally because thinness is viewed as extremely
important in our era.  Artwork from before the camera age did not use this
concept, because changing a person's appearance for a few seconds was not
seen as useful for painting or sculpting them.  Sure, artwork often changed
and stylized the appearance of the models in question, but that was not one
of them usually.  There is also the model's breasts, which are on the
smaller size but having the advantage of being perky and pointing out
without any artificial assistance.  This body type has been very popular
nowadays, where just a few decades ago huge breasts were seen as essential.
Older art varied wildly on what sizes of breasts were seen as ideal,
varying based on time period, region, and the artist themselves.  Still,
for the current year, this girl's size and lack of sag would be considered
'flawless'.  Another key area is her butt.  Modern women are expected to
have very rounded butts despite thin waists and thighs allowing for thigh
gap and that sort of thing.  This model is lucky enough to have all of the
criteria.  She is nearly perfect in every way for you Gen Z types.  Twenty
years from now, Gen Alpha may disagree.  That's why artistic female nudes
have always fascinated me, because you can identify the era and region of a
nude picture just be looking at certain targets in the models.  It's really
neat"

   I'm blushing so hard right now.  He did it so casually and academically,
but this hot teacher of mine just told the entire class a detail by detail
analysis of how 'flawless' of a model I am and the whole time I'm just
sitting here getting warmer and warmer.  I've never seen myself as being
anything but average at best my whole life, so all of the attention from
today has truly shattered a lot of my negative self-image.  It's also
making me horny again, damnit!  I really don't need to be having naughty
thoughts about a teacher, even if he's hot and not all that much older than
I am.  He displayed some classical nude female works next to compare to me,
such as Birth of Venus.  It was unreal to have a professional art teacher
compare little me to the Goddess of Love and other artworks that have been
loved for centuries.

   Mr Bergson then switched it up "So I mentioned specifically female nudes
changing over time.  Well, that's because the male ideal in art has
remained remarkably the same for thousands of years.  It's only very recent
that the ideal started to switch around to things like pretty boys, or guys
with lumberjack dad bods.  All throughout history men were depicted with
muscles because nobody really asked the women their opinions quite frankly.
It was more the male power fantasy pushed forth.  Now we're learning that
many body types appeal to women, which includes muscles of course."

   On the screen during his speech were several nude men from art,
including things like the statue of David, a bunch of Greek art, some
African and Asian men, and even some pictures of male models from the last
several decades with various body types.  All the naked men were really
sexy, not going to lie, and I was not ready for the sudden shift from
looking at myself in embarrassment to suddenly looking at major eye candy.
I guess for everybody else it was eye candy to eye candy, but that's not
the point.  I was already getting horny from all of the compliments and
attention on my own pictures, so now I was crossing over into the deep
realm where my mind is lost in lust.  I need to catch myself before I
embarrass myself!

   None of us though were ready for the next big shocker as a picture of a
slightly younger Mr Bergson himself came on the screen wearing only a
towel, skin covered in mist, harsh lighting with shadows, looking SMOKING
hot.  This man has abs to kill for, something that I never knew until now
because he has to wear shirts to teach (a stupid rule I now completely
disagree with!) The whole class erupted in squeals and hoots from the
sudden reveal, including me by accident.  So much for catching myself! 
Consider the horniness line of no return crossed.

   Mr Bergson waved everyone down "Ok ok, I expected that would get a
reaction from you all.  It may surprise some of you to learn that I have
done some extreme photography myself, especially when I was in college. 
And this brings me to my next point, and it's going to be a very
controversial point indeed.  Nude photography, and nude selfies included,
are NOT a dirty thing or something to be ashamed of.  They are an
expression of a person's artistic vision just the same as any other, merely
using the human body as the canvas.  Especially in the modern era it has
become massively common for people to take nude pictures of themselves and
then share these pictures with loved ones or even just friends.  Being
honest, no judgements...show of hands, how many of you here today have sent
someone a selfie in the nude, tasteful or otherwise, parts covered or
exposed?"

   I kept my hand down.  I was lying after what I did earlier with Tyler,
but in a way I was sending Minka's pictures so it didn't count.  Either
way, I just couldn't bring myself to raise my hand here.  I was amazed at
how many of the other classmates rose their hands though, since it was over
half of them.  And holy crap, "innocent" Linda was one of them!  What? 
How? Have I just been misreading that girl this entire class somehow?

   Our teacher proudly clapped "Very good, very good.  I am one of them
myself, and in fact have modeled for several nude photos.  I've done the
selfie thing, but I've also been to actual studios for a handful of
modeling photoshoots done by a professional.  This picture here is one of
my favorites from one of my professional albums.

   Mr Bergson then shocked us all with the next words out of his mouth "The
next picture that I'm going to show you all is one without the towel.  Yes,
with everything I have showing.  I figured that this last image of the day
required adequate build-up before I clicked over to it, to ensure that you
were all ready for such a thing"

   Oh my!  Ok!  I never in a million years ever imagined that I was ever
going to get to see my hot art teacher naked.  The anticipation drives me
crazy as I can't even blink waiting on this stunning man to click to the
next one in the line.  He takes his time too, enjoying the suspense. 
Bastard.  Finally he clicks over and there he is on the big screen in his
birthday suit, naked head to toe, still wet all over his skin, one hand on
his hips, one hand on his chest, with at least 8 inches of pleasure
sticking straight out of his midsection.  WOW!!!  I covered my mouth with
my hands in shock, but nothing was ever covering these eyes as long as that
picture remained on the screen.  The other girls seemed just as happy as I
was.  Most of the boys seemed unhappy, but they don't matter right now.

   Mr Bergson then asked "Now, I'm going to ask the same three students for
their observations of my own nude picture, comparing them directly to the
girl model from earlier.  Let's all pay attention to these responses
carefully.  Jason?"

   Jason, who I'm guessing is straight by his look of pure horror and
overall uncomfortableness, responded "Uh..I guess I'll say that yours looks
more professional than the girl's pics did, but you also look authentically
horny or whatever"

   Mr Bergson smirked "Oh yes.  You should've seen the woman who was taking
the pictures.  She wanted as authentic a physical reaction as possible from
me, so she and I had matching outfits for this pictorial even if she was
behind the camera the whole time.  It most certainly helped.  Linda?"

   In contrast to Jason, Linda was on cloud nine and absolutely bouncing,
red in the face with obvious arousal "I just want to begin with WOW!  You
look good, Mr Bergson.  Flawless, to steal Jason's word.  Any chance you
can send me this picture for my own little art collection?"

   He giggled "Believe it or not, no.  Normally I wouldn't have an
objection in theory to sharing my nude artwork with others, but it would
not be appropriate given the student/teacher dynamic here, nor your age.  I
will comment, however, that this picture and others do exist on my
photographer's professional webpage, and that I can't be held responsible
if any of you were able to locate them on your own.  Still, I need your
observations on the picture, not just compliments."

   Linda tried to get herself together "Ok...um...Well, you look like
you're being directed is one thing.  You don't look as natural as she does
in that type of pose, as if the camera lady was telling you what to do"

   Mr Bergson nodded "Accurate.  Oddly enough, I find myself enjoying her
poses more than my own natural poses, even though that may be a reflection
of my own insecurities.  Relinquishing control to her was very liberating
in the moment, allowing my body to be the canvas for her vision instead of
my own.  I was happy with the results, and this shot was among my all-time
favorites.  And now onto Sophie.  What is your take over there with your
face covered?"

   Crap, I forgot I was still sitting here in a state of shock looking like
a low-budget ninja.  That's embarrassing, so I threw my hands down.  I
could feel myself obviously blushing just as hard as Linda was, but I was
not wanting to make a fool of myself.  At least this time I had warning
that I was going to be called on and had thought up a decent response.

   "You have so much confidence.  I mean dang man, you just showed all of
us here your naked picture like it didn't phase you at all!  Even in the
picture you don't look even slightly afraid of being seen or judged.  I
can't even imagine being like that.  The picture girl doesn't have that at
all, she's just pretending.  And it's probably crushing her that her
pictures leaked for everyone in the entire school to see them."

   Mr Bergson frowned "I would hope that the model would come to accept her
own public nudity and cast aside any fears or doubts, but you are correct
in that there is a significant difference in confidence level.  This was
not some magic trick on my part, though.  It just came from experience, as
by this point I had already done several nude works either by myself or
with others.  Modeling for a live figure drawing class was the really scary
experience, trust me on that one."

   As he shut off the screen, finally hiding his nudity from us all, he
worked to close out the class "Either way, I think my overall point for all
of this class today is to ensure that all of you come to see artistic nudes
as something that has existed for as long as human beings have been making
art at all.  I have heard some unpleasant things said about the model in
these new pictures, questioning her character and the like.  Even our
principal has said things that I found wholly inappropriate and I have
confronted him about this.  Taking nude selfies is a natural part of
teenage years and young adulthood.  Many young people take them even if
they never share them with anyone else.  It's a form of expression, as well
as foreplay as Sophie put it earlier, and no person should be judged for
such things.  I, your role model, have taken many nude pictures myself and
I even shared one with you all here and now to make the point that there
should not be any negativity revolving around such pieces of unfiltered
uncovered beauty.  So your homework assignment tonight, which is going to
be a very weird one that I obviously can't grade in any way, but your
homework assignment is to learn to appreciate your own nude selves tonight.
You can take selfies of yourself as part of this, or just model in front of
a mirror if you aren't brave enough for that.  I would recommend not
sending pictures out to anyone that you don't fully trust, unless you're
willing to risk being our next class model, but the act of taking the
pictures and looking at yourself in the nude is an important step towards
appreciating the work of art that each of your bodies represents.  Even if
you don't feel 'flawless' right now, understand that the definition of
flawless changes with the wind in many cases.  Enjoy what you have, and one
day you will find your perfect audience...and to that person or persons,
you will indeed be without flaw.  That's my class for today, you may chat
among yourselves for the next few minutes before the bell rings."

   I don't know how to react to that homework assignment, considering that
was the EXACT thing that got me in this mess in the first place.  I don't
want to speak up about it though for fear that it would be too suspicious.
I thought about asking Linda to explain to me about her sending nudes to
somebody in the past, since I'm still not completely over that shocker, but
Mr Bergson suddenly called me up to his desk to ask me a private question.
Crap!  What could he possibly want to talk to me about?

   I walk next to him on the side of his desk "Yes Mr Bergson?"

   He smiled warmly "I hope my lecture today was helpful for you in dealing
with today's events"

   Warning!  Warning!  Red flag!  I meekly whisper "Today is weird, yes,
with some unknown girl's pictures leaking all over and all"

   Mr Bergson chuckled "Come on, I know.  I knew immediately.  Your eyes
are a fairly distinctive silvery hazel shade, and I recognized the shapes
of your nose and jawline together easily.  Make up and doing your hair
differently wasn't going to work on me"

   OH NO!!  I knew it!  I knew he would figure it out!  It's over, my life
is over.  He's going to report me to the principal, I'm going to be
arrested, all the other students will find out, and I'm going to be the
laughing stock token whore from now on.  I can't even speak as tears start
to form in my eyes.

   He noticed my shock and spoke to me in a calm and comforting voice "It's
ok, Sophie.  I don't plan to tell anyone, not even my superiors.  I
designed this class today around helping you to cope with your situation,
letting you see that being nude in front of others was not the end of the
world or anything.  I even exposed myself to make that point.  It's
especially not a terrible occurrence when you can be described as
'flawless' by your classmates, I might add.  But still, I know this is hard
for you right now and that you probably feel very alone.  I wanted you to
know that if you needed somebody to talk to about your current stress,
discreetly, that you should always feel free to come see me."

   I...don't know how to respond to that.  His offer is so kind though, it
makes me want to cry out of happiness instead of worry.  And I felt a wave
of relief when he told me that he wasn't going to tell anyone about me. 
The only thing I can manage is to softly whisper "...Thank you"

   He then told me "You're welcome.  And if one day you find the courage to
take credit for your anonymous artwork, I can help you avoid some of the
pitfalls associated with this choice.  For example, let's just say that the
principal has been told by myself and others who work here that he will
not, in fact, be using the threat of legal retaliation against a student
for this sort of thing ever again.  Miss Moon practically drilled him a new
one over that fiasco of an announcement at lunch, and she was ready to
bring an entire horde of women's rights advocates to join her.  It was
pretty funny.  You should know that you are not completely alone in all of
this, and that many of us will work to ensure that no harm comes to you."

   I respond truthfully from the heart "Wow that's...amazing.  Thank you so
much.  You have no idea how much the police thing has been weighing on me
today...especially because my pictures were stolen without my consent in
the first place!  I never sent them out, they were just for me like what
you said for the homework assignment.  Somebody accessed my account and
copied them all.  I'm so ashamed and humiliated.  I'm so terrified of
people finding out who I am and the police thing was one of the biggest
reasons, although not the only reason by far.  I wish I could be as brave
and fearless as you are about your nude pictures, but I will never be that
confident.  I know you told me that it's all ok, but I can't help but feel
like a dirty slut and I don't want my entire reputation to become 'that
dirty naked slut'.  I'm never going to claim my pictures, ever.  I'm
praying that they remain anonymous forever."

   He nodded "I understand.  I do have one request of you though: I want
you to try from now on to never think of yourself as a 'dirty slut' any
more.  You have nothing to be ashamed of.  Your photos were very well done
for an amateur self-shot album, and you looked fantastic in them.  You are
an artist, nothing less.  People sending you negativity is an unavoidable
part of all forms of art, but it's the positives that outweigh it by far
and make it all worth creating in the first place.  You should take a
couple minutes to relax before your next class.  If you wish to see me
after school is out, I'll be here for an extra hour or so.  Take care,
Sophie!"

   Sitting back in my chair I try to get my mind back into a better place.
Maybe he's right and that I do need to start seeing the positives of my
"art" more often.  If nothing else, it has done wonders for my overall
self-image to have people all day describe me as "beautiful", "dream girl",
and "flawless".  Either way, I only have one more class for the day: Gym.
I've never been a big fan of gym, especially having it dead last in the
school day.  Somehow today I knew it was going to be so much worse than
usual.