Didn’t you hate Pussy Day? That’s what we called it. The school called it something else. Hygiene Day, or something like that. Whatever you call it, it was a day for all the girls to be embarrassed in front of the boys, and I can’t for the life of me see any merit in it.
Our high school had a Pussy day on the first Wednesday of every month. All the senior girls came to school bottomless. I know what you’re thinking. No big deal, right? So the girls wear tops, and the tops are long enough to cover our pussies, and no one gets embarrassed. Lots of girls dress that way anyway. Even me — I like to wear a cheeky top as much as the next girl.
I understand the reason for it, of course. Most of us would be applying to the College, and we needed to be ready. That meant no pubic hair. So on Pussy Day, we all lined up in the front of our homeroom class, and faced the boys. Now I’m getting to the worst part, I’m so embarrassed, even now thinking back on it… The boys would try to guess if any of the girls forgot to shave. The teacher would call on a boy, and then the boy would call on one of the girls, and she would have to take off her top. If she forgot to shave, then the boy wins the opportunity to strip the girl on two future occasions, when she least suspects it! But even if the girl was perfectly smooth, she wasn’t allowed to put her top back on until the end of the day. In other words, girls are punished for just the possibility that they might be sporting a bush.
Now do you see why I hated Pussy Day so much?
Like most girls, on the first Pussy Day, I wore a top that was about crotch-length, maybe an inch one way or the other. My ass was only half-covered. I tried to get out of the house that morning without my mom seeing me, but she stopped me at the door. “Pussy Day?” she asked. I must have turned beet red. I couldn’t manage to say anything. She laughed. “It’s okay, honey. You’ll be fine.”
But it wasn’t fine at all. As short as my top was, not a single girl had a longer top. In fact, some of the girls wore belly shirts — they were naked from the belly button down! So I was one of the few girls whose bush, if any, might have been hidden by her top.
I was relieved when the first boy asked a different girl to strip, although I really felt bad for her. Her adorable little tits were firm, and her nipples were hard. Her tan lines made her look so cute, and, of course she was completely shaven.
But I didn’t have long to admire her, because I was next. It felt like a dream. I don’t even remember which boy selected me, but I took off my little top, and handed it to the teacher. One by one, every girl whose belly button wasn’t already showing was forced to take off her top and stand naked in front of the leering boys. Six of us were stark. Looking back on it, I think it’s funny that we all covered our little tits, and not our pussies, but I think it’s because we all knew the purpose of the exercise was to show the boys that we were clean shaven.
I don’t know how I made it through the day, but it helped that there were a few other naked girls in each of my classes. The hardest part was lunch, because there we mixed with the younger kids. Even on an ordinary day, it was quite common for girls to wear just a top, so even with shorter tops than usual, the bottomless girls didn’t attract much attention. But being naked in the cafeteria, I felt very self-conscious. I sat with my usual friends, and they didn’t treat me any different just because I was naked, but all I could think about was how much I envied the girl sitting across from me wearing nothing but a sports bra. Even though her ass and pussy were as much on display as mine, she seemed completely at ease, talking and joking as if nothing were wrong. But every time I stood up, I felt every bit as naked as I really was, the beady little eyes of the freshman and sophomore boys checking out my cute little tits and my hairless pussy.
It wasn’t until much later that I learned that the first Pussy Day of each year is used as an example. A lot more girls are stripped that day than in the following months. We learned the lesson, that’s for sure. Hardly any girls wore tops longer than belly-button length, and even then, they were only barely longer. Even so, one of the girls in my homeroom was stripped naked each month, “just for fun”. And you know what? It really was fun. Being one of a few hundred girls with a bare ass, and beautifully shaven pussy added some excitement to the school day once a month, and no one seemed to mind.