Michael Alan - From Virgin to He-Whore - The Butterfly Effect

The question was rhetorical and Sister Mary had full expectations of my approval, which was obviously forthcoming.

Sister Frances and Sister Louise who formalized the course for their ‘sisters’ modified the course for teenage girls. I was invited to offer my input in the planning of the curriculum, and the completion of each lesson plan was submitted to Sister Mary and the School Board for approval. The final program consisted of a 10-week course, of one hour per week.

There was much discussion regarding the inclusion of male nudity in this course. I was concerned whether such a sight would be too confronting for the average 17 and 18 year-old young woman? Sister Frances assured me that the topic would be sensitively dealt with but we would need to coordinate my nudity with the suitable topic in the curriculum. I was a little unsure how this was going to happen but accepted her experience and maturity.

I was also concerned how this might affect my authoritative position as a teacher. Again, Sister Frances assured me that my nudity would be dealt with utmost respect. “What about the girls themselves?” I asked her. “Won’t they be embarrassed?” Sister Frances again appeased my concerns with her mature understanding of teenage female sensitivities. She explained that there would be a plethora of imagery and explanation about male genitalia prior to my organic participation.

It was explicitly explained in the program guide that the curriculum for the course included instruction with a fully naked male model – ‘under strict supervision by teaching staff’. Every girl in the program needed parental permission to participate and to my surprise almost all parents gave their permission.

One of the young female ‘lay’ teachers, Janice, was recruited as a colleague for the course. Janice was a science teacher with specialty in human biology and her input for certain aspects was seen as vital. Janice and I became very good friends as the planning progressed. We would often find ourselves sitting together during staff meetings or at lunch hour, discussing and chuckling at our unique positions in the school curriculum.

Each class was divided into three groups of 10 – 12 girls, so that every girl would be able to ask personal questions and experience physical familiarities, regarding sexual sensations and arousal in men, in addition to the equivalent experiences in females. There were also sections on sex and faith, sexual health, emotions, choice of a life partner and many other related topics.

Following these courses my position as a teacher in this school changed from purely that of an academic role to one of much wider capacities. Similar to the dual mindset Shelly had developed toward me, so did most other girls in the school. Just as those girls who joined their parents at nudist venues could see their parents, especially their fathers, in a dual role, I now had a similar duality.

They now saw me as their teacher for both academic learning and also in a pastoral role for their edification of male anatomy and its sexual functioning. My comfort and ease in disclosing these very intimate aspects of my body for their personal tutelage, eventually became a mantra amongst all my students. Over time they became much more at ease around me when it came to their own personal sensualities.

During my employment at this college I had developed a genuine concern for the welfare of all my students. There was an emotional and spiritual warmth in this college amongst students and staff that generated genuine respect of each for the other. My ability to share my nudity was seen and respected for the unique sensitivity in which it was given.

When I look back now over a 40-year break, I find myself writing this with a duality of amazement and sadness that this really happened. Sadly, there is no possible way this could occur in today’s politically correct climate – and more the pity that such a relaxed attitude to nudity could offer for the betterment and sexual maturity of today’s youth.

To cater for the 200+ girls who requested participation from the senior school, the course needed to run continuously on repeat every school term for each year group. My participation in the first few lessons was initially limited to an advisory role regarding male feedback on particular issues. Nearing the final stages of each course I was issued with a gown and after male anatomy had been introduced and discussed, I would remove my gown and Janice would use me as her life model for each aspect or her lesson. Any possible titillation amongst the girls due to my ‘size’, when I first appeared naked was completely constrained by the atmosphere established earlier in the course by the supervising nuns. There were certainly some shy smiles and furtive glances around the room as my ‘unveiling’ was anticipated and wide-eyed awe when Goldilocks was aroused from his slumber, but nothing more.

By this time, I had been teaching in the college for two years and my occasional nudity in the tennis challenges and shared nudity in change rooms was, by now, commonplace amongst senior students.

It got to the stage that I was so totally relaxed and my nakedness universally acknowledged with no discomfort amongst the students, that sometimes I’m sure I could almost have not bothered to get dressed to go to my regular mathematics teaching classes. I’m sure it would not have mattered, for at times I would go from being fully naked in front of a group of young women in the sex education classes and then dress to go straight to my maths classes with many of the same students. It became quite surreal!

I had progressed from a relatively sexually immature young man when I began teaching, to a point where I was now totally at ease to be naked before groups of young women, of a similar age to me. Not only that but due to the respect and appreciation I was afforded in my ‘vulnerable’ state, I also had no qualms to have my genitals utilized as a teaching resource. Although I was comfortable to be nude amongst other nudists, this was very different and the transformation was both steady and stunning. Over the period of these courses I became totally at ease to be naked and easily assumed my teacher’s ‘hat’ in my stance and attitudes in these sex ed classes.

I can only imagine how some of these young women managed to cope with the same surrealism. The advanced maturity and personal respect for me that the course engendered was a good sign that most of them adapted very well.

That’s not to say there were exceptions. These were 200 individual young women with a wide range in sexual energy, experiences and maturity. On occasions, a girl would become too familiar, physically or verbally with me and Sister Mary would be required to sit them down to help them adapt and deal with their excess sexual urges.

I came to recognize that visits to the toilets and change rooms by girls while I was showering, increased geometrically over time. This obvious interest in my nudity was usually innocent and harmless and caused me little concern.

However, early one morning, well before classes, as I was showering after my cycle to work, one of the senior girls came into the change rooms. She wasn’t one of my students, but I did know her name from one of the current sex education classes she attended. Some girls might enjoy a harmless perv as they changed into their sports uniform near me or others offer a passing glance in my direction on their way to the toilets. However, Josie stopped and came over to my shower cubicle. At first I didn’t think too much of this rather intimate invasion of my personal space, but she then started to undress, saying; “Can I join you, sir?”

I didn’t know how to respond, or whether this was another ‘gotcha’ by some of the girls. At first I treated it as a joke as most of these tactics turned out to be. However, when she was completely naked she moved to join me in the shower. I assumed she would move under one of the adjacent shower roses, but instead she moved toward mine.