Dick swallowed and stepped into the showers to join eleven stark naked 18 year old girls.
"Eek, it's a boy!" said Violet, a lanky girl with a gap in her front teeth, a pudding bowl haircut and pendulous breasts the size of her head.
"Well, half boy, half pony," said Hailey, a muscular girl with sparkling eyes, a saucy mouth and an arse you could bounce a pound coin off.
Dick fought the urge to cover himself up. "Miss Fletcher said I had to."
It was his first day at Stonemere Academy. His mother was the new head of English and children of staff got free tuition so he was now the only boy in one of the country's most prestigious private girls' schools.
The first lesson on Monday morning was Double Wellness which seemed to be posh for PE. He'd missed the start but Miss Fletcher had been waiting for him and had accompanied him on a gruelling cross-country run round the seemingly endless grounds of the school. Then, to his mortification, she'd told him to join the others in the shower. He'd protested but she'd just steamrollered over him.
"Girls, hush! Of course, it's a boy. They're hardly going to build new changing facilities just for one boy. You must be Dick. I'm Hattie, the head girl." Hettie stuck her hand out at him.
Dick looked at the hand and then the naked, dripping wet body of the teenage goddess the hand was attached to. He swallowed and shook.
"Dick by name, dick by nature," chipped in Hailey.
"Hailey, really! What are the school values?"
"Money breeds success," said Violet promptly.
"No, Vi, that's the school motto. And you are meant to say it in Latin. Sounds less gauche. No, the values are inclusion and acceptance."
Hailey rolled her eyes so hard she almost injured herself.
"So it's not nice to make personal remarks about people's bodies. Even if they do have, er, unusual anatomy."
The girls all lowered their gaze to the elephant in the room. Dick blushed. Dick knew he had a big dick and it was the bane of his life. Why had his parents named him Richard?
"Besides, there's nothing sexual about nudity. Why, on the continent, men and women are naked together all the time."
"Well, we aren't on the continent, are we? We're in Surrey."
"People get naked even in Surrey. Though, er, I do concede it can be harder to desexualise a, well, a..." Words failed her and Hattie held her hands vaguely apart.
This philosophical discussion was curtailed as Miss Fletcher, the PE teacher, bowled into the showers, every bit as naked as the students.
