Hi. My name is Ariel. I have been attending the college here for over a year now, and it has been a great experience. I remember when some people tried to discourage me from going here, and warned me of being “inspected,” but the idea of inspections no longer bother me. I’ve had experience with being naked in public before. Perhaps you’d like to hear that story? Ok.
It was the year after I graduated from high school. I’m 6’3”, and have a fairly athletic build, and so volleyball was a natural fit for me. After playing all through high school, and not sure what I wanted to do after I graduated, I came back to help coach. The coach who coached me was still there, and he was a great coach. He agreed to take me on as an assistant.
Unfortunately, he had some health problems and had to retire mid-season. That left me as the only coach for the team of 15 girls, even though I was barely a year older than the oldest girl. But the team was great, and there was a lot of team unity. They also trusted my coaching implicitly.
We were a great team, and so we were invited to play in a tournament hosted by the biggest school in the area. They were providing everything: the gym (which had room for 4,000 spectators) the locker facilities, even transportation to the arena. They were also an amazing team, and it was expected we would play them in the final match of the tournament.
It was a two day tourney, with all the preliminary matches held the first day, and the finals held the second day, in the evening. The bus, however, picked us up around 3. So we didn’t have much to do until the game. We walked to the locker areas, and the girls put their uniforms into the lockers. I even put the outfit I was going to coach in into one of the lockers. The match didn’t start until six, so the bus driver offered to take us into town for dinner. He told us we would be back in plenty of time.
So he dropped us off at a local restaurant and said he had to go get gas. We went in and ate, but the bus had not come back by the time we were finished. So we waited. And waited. I was starting to get worried; if we weren’t out on the court by six, we would automatically forfeit. But the driver showed up around 5:30, and it was only 15 minutes back to the arena, so I was relieved.
The bus started going, but it seemed to be crawling. I told the driver to go faster, but he seemed intent on taking his time. A looked at my watch. 5:50 and the arena was still not in sight. The driver beckoned me over, and whispered something in my ear.
He was right. The bus could pull right up to the doors anyways, and from there it was only down the hall to the locker room. We needed to save time by having the girls strip in the bus, and then run into the locker room, throw our uniforms on and get out to the court by six.
So I announced this to the girls. A testament to their team unity, each girl promptly stripped down, completely naked. Then they looked at me.
“What is it?” “Coach, you’re still dressed.” “Yeah, coach, isn’t your outfit in the locker room too?”
They had a point. I stripped down naked and sat with my girls. Sixteen of us naked on this bus. Thankfully, the driver was working hard at keeping his eyes on the road.
“But, our clothes. Will they be ok just sitting on the bus?”
“Oh, of course” the driver said, “I’ve got a full tank of gas now, so I’m just gonna be parked here until the tournament is over.”
We pulled up to the school, and sprinted down the short (and thankfully empty) hallway, into the locker room.
As we got in, the girls ran to the lockers to get dressed. But none of them were getting dressed. I found out what was wrong when I got to my locker. All the uniforms, including mine, were missing. We were staring at 16 empty lockers. I ran back outside and went to the bus. It was gone too.
As I went back to the locker room, dodging by a few spectators who had apparently come down to use the restroom, I sat down and tried to figure out what to do.
“Well, girls, it is clear what has happened. Someone doesn’t want us to play this game. And they think by stealing our clothes they can intimidate us into not playing.”
“What are we gonna do coach? We can’t play naked.”
Then the thought occurred to me. “Well, why can’t we? We’ll show them that they can’t intimidate us. I think we should march out there and play like this.”
The girls just sat there silently. The clock on the wall said 5:58. It was now or never.
“Come on. We’ve come too far to stop here.”
With that, I walked out of the room, not looking back. I walked into the arena. It looked like every single one of those 4,000 seats was filled. I didn’t dare turn around and see if any of the girls had followed me in. I walked over to the judges table, and looked at the three middle-aged men sitting there. They each stared at me, mouths agape. I don’t suppose they could have looked more shocked if I had been on fire. I walked up to the table and told them that our team was here.
“What do you mean?” the first judge says. Oh no, did none of them follow me out? I finally turned to look. I saw fifteen stark naked girls standing, looking as though they didn’t know what to do, on the court.
“My team. We’re ready to play.”
“You can’t possibly think you can play like that.” It was the other team’s coach, a woman who looked to be in her early thirties, and clearly she played volleyball for much of her life. She had the trim athletic figure to prove it.
“It is a bit unorthodox, that’s for sure. We’ll have to consult.” They formed a small circle and talked amongst themselves, softly. I could hear what they were saying, so I just had to look at the other coach, who was staring me down. I could feel the anger coming from her eyes. She must have been the one who orchestrated the clothes theft.
It looked like they had finished consulting. They turned and looked at me. “Please have your team come over to the judge’s bench.” I motioned for the girls to come over. We stood lined up in front of bench, and the three judges got up and began to pace in front of us, looking us up and down. After probably about five minutes, the first judge, who must’ve been the head judge, spoke.
“We have never before had a team expect to play dressed, or rather, undressed, (he chuckled at his little joke) like this. If we let you play, it certainly would be the first time an all nude team has participated in an event. I don’t know if that’s a precedent we want to set.
“On the other hand, we’ve been reading the rule books up and down. There are restrictions on the maximum length for the standard shorts and tank top. But we can find no regulation for the minimum length. So, regardless of what my personal preference might be, your team must be allowed to play.”
We took to the court, happy that we had won our case, but now daunted at the prospect of over 8000 eyes on us. Under the lights of the arena, nothing was hidden from view. 4000 people just got to know us all too intimately.
Just as I was starting to think this was a bad idea, and trying to bolt for an exit, the match started. I remembered my coaching duties, and the girls suddenly looked in their element. Any thought of their own nakedness was replaced by focus on the game.
Well, mostly. I was reminded just how much bending over, squatting, jumping, and other things of that nature were involved in a game of volleyball. If these girls had any privacy to begin with, it was all evaporated by all of the compromising positions they were in.
The team was certainly were playing in rhythm, though. It also seemed like all the calls were going our way. Before we knew it, the first round was over and we had won, 15-3. The other coach seemed infuriated. She kept yelling at the refs. After the first round, they had a team huddle. I wouldn’t believe what happened next if I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes.
Their coach began stripping! She stripped down completely naked before I even knew what was going on! In just a short while, their entire team was also naked!
I guess they thought that so many naked girls on our side was distracting the refs. They may have been right, but if they were, the sides were now even.
The next game showed it; it was a lot closer than the first, but they won, 15-9. The naked edge we had was now made even. We needed something else to push us ahead for the last game. Fortunately, I had an idea.
“Chelsea, Jessica, Tiffany, come over here. I need you to do something.”
I sent them, three of the cutest girls on the squad, over in front of the judges tables. Then I had them do stretches. They were bending over, spreading their legs, and generally showing the judges everything they had.
It worked. We won the last game, 15-13.
The other team gathered together and put on their uniforms, heads down and dejected. We, unfortunately, did not have the same privilege of dressing. The crowd rushed the court and surrounded us. I knew a few congratulatory pats on the shoulder, or high fives, were customary, but apparently us being naked changed the custom. I got slapped on the ass, or had my breasts groped, by dozens of different members of the crowd as they thronged us. Oh well, any way they wanted to congratulate us was fine by me! We had just won!
They had us all stand up on a podium. It certainly was crowded! We had to huddle together very close, as they presented us a large trophy. Eventually, things died down, and we wandered, still in a daze, outside to the bus. We found the bus and sat down inside.
“Get dressed, girls.”
“um, coach? There aren’t any clothes here.”
Sure enough, all the clothes that we had left on the bus were gone. I asked the bus driver, and he just shrugged. So we rode back to the school, naked.
I guess news travels fast! As we pulled up to the school, the entire school was in the parking lot waiting for us! Even the school photographer was there.
We walked out of the bus and lined up in front of it. The entire school had their mouths agape. The principal walked up to me.
“Wow, that’s really unusual! Care to explain yourself Ariel?”
“Well, it is kind of a long story.”
“I’m sure it is! After all, it isn’t every day you win a trophy that size! Stand together, and let’s get a picture for the yearbook!”