Ethan Smith showed up as flat and naked as we were. Ethan was also missing his usual confident smile. If anything, he looked worse than we felt on Monday. He visibly kept trying not to touch or cover himself, and to avoid walking and standing with his knees bent together. Previously he'd never given us a wink but that day I guess he needed us.

"How do you guys stand it?" he asked gingerly.

"You gotta do what you gotta do," Seth replied.

Not much later Fiona Williams showed up without her clothes, pussy, or congenitally perky attitude. It was abundantly clear to everyone that she'd previously been wearing falsies.

"Go, flat! Go, flat!" she greeted us grimly.

"No more panties for you," Ethan observed.

If Ethan and Fiona had fallen ten pegs, the three masturbators had only fallen one. I suppose they had less to lose, not being in the top social circles to begin with. They all found us and all introduced themselves. The ones caught in the washroom were Harvey and Ingrid. The one caught in class was Gina. After introducing ourselves, we all agreed to meet again after school.

* * * * *

Sure enough, all five new flats found us after school.

"Wow, that was rugged," Ethan began. "I need to apologize to you guys. I don't think anyone knew what you were going through. I mean, everybody in school knows what happened to you, and why, but I never stopped to think what it was like. Just look. Here we are, naked, which normally means oozing sexuality, but instead we're out of the game. Everyone looks at us like losers."

"We have lost something," Bess observed.

"You don't need to be so careful around stair posts," Seth pointed out wryly.

"Or bicycles," Charlie observed.

"Are you still going to be a cheerleader?" Harvey asked Fiona.

"I don't see how not," she replied. "Mrs. Tucker is the faculty sponsor, and she reported two more girls today. Some of us think she's after the whole squad."

"What about your uniforms?" Ingrid wanted to know.

"You're lookin' at it," Fiona stated nakedly.

"What about you?" Bess asked Gina.

"I noticed more boys looking at me today than they ever did before," she remarked plainly. "Maybe it's not so bad. I was never a clothes horse anyway. I always wanted big breasts, you know, so boys would kike me, but now I'm glad they're small. And it'll be good not to have periods anymore. Ick."

"Is there where you guys hang out, er, find each other?" Ethan asked, and Rhonda admitted that it was.

"Well, I think we all should stick together," stated Ethan, the class president. "At the very least, we can exchange problems and solutions. Maybe we should start a Flat Club or something."

"We won't be the last," said Gina. "That freaky clinic was crawling with people when I was there."

"How many," asked Rhonda.

"Were they our age?" asked Charlie.

"There were at least a dozen other customers, mostly teens but some clearly over twenty-one," Gina replied.

"They're starting to run commercials," Bess told us. "You know, are you sexually troubled? Having too much or too little? Are sexual issues interfering with your life, or that of someone else in your family? Liberty Clinic can help. Meanwhile, they show flats exercising together, having a swim party, at the beach, at a casino�"

"All the more reason to form a group," Ethan encouraged.

"Maybe you and I could have a party," Fiona suggested. "C'mon, Ethan, wanna party?"

"Where?"

"At my house, silly. Anything we can still do is OK now, and it's a lot less messy. You won't have to eat me anymore. Whatsa matter, cold cheeks?" she teased, then she slapped him on the butt and they were off.

"No more leaving clothes on the floor," Ingrid observed.

"I guess I can throw away my magazines," Harvey admitted.

"You are so into yourself," Gina accused. "What are my parents going to think? They don't even know yet. They're on vacation."

"Wanna party?" Harvey suggested, and then the rest of the new flats drifted away.

* * * * *

After some discussion our original group decided to try bowling. Of course, we'd all gone bowling before, but this would be the first time flat. We knew that being seen in public that way would take nerve, but we also knew we needed to work on that. Living in a hole simply wasn't realistic.

Surprisingly, it wasn't too bad. People stared and gawked and asked the usual questions but by then we were getting used to it. The counter guy looked us over and made us rent socks as well as shoes.

The people on the lane across from us were four moms out for the afternoon, and they were fascinated with us.

"Are you flats?" asked one of them, a blonde. With no way of hiding it, we admitted that we were.

"So, did your parents put you up to this, or the school, of the police, or someone else? Or did you kids decide on it yourselves?" the blonde mom asked excitedly. She was about the same age as our mom or Mrs. Williams, but ten times as ditzy.

"Our parents decided," Bess replied glumly.

The ditzy mom couldn't stop looking us up and down, and she took particular interest in our flat spots. She had to be one of the most intrusive people yet, but I suppose she thought she could get away with it.

"But do you regret it?" the mom gushed.

"Of course. Who wants to lose body parts, especially those, and who wants to go around naked so everyone can see what they're missing?"

"So, you felt you were missing out by not being flat? Is that it?" she probed eagerly.

"No, our parents make us go naked as an example to others. You know, no more sex parties."

"Oh, well, sex parties! I can certainly sympathize with your parents on that one. My Josh is just starting to look at girls but I worry about him! He could get in so much trouble? Do you hold it against your parents?"

"Nothing to hold," Seth pointed out.

"Huh? Oh! I meant, are you angry with your parents? Do you hold a grudge?"

I waited a second to see if Seth would respond, "Nothing to hold," again, but he didn't, so I said, "They punished us for the rest of our lives: no sex, no babies, no clothes at least until we're adults. I guess we'll live with it but we're not happy campers."

Rhonda got a strike just then, earning a big kiss, hug, and butt pat from Charlie.

"I guess you're pretty free now," the tallest of the moms remarked.

"Yeah, we can do anything we want except sex," Bess stated and then, perhaps to demonstrate, she grabbed Seth and gave him a toes to nose full naked body hug.

"Are you brother and sister?" the shortest mom asked them.

"No, they're neighbors, but we're sisters" stated Rhonda, and then she entwined herself with Therese.

"Andy, you're up," Charlie told me.

"Not likely," I replied, but then I did roll the ball. It was a split.

After that the four moms let us alone, except for watching us from time to time. We could hear them talk about getting all their kinds flattened at once, though. The ditzy one thought she might try it herself.

* * * * *

For a while the lane behind us was empty, but then four kids our age turned up: a pair of identical twin girls and two flats. One of the girls, wearing shorts, greeted us.

"Wow, I guess you guys went whole hog," she began.

"Uh, yeah, or perhaps no hog," Seth replied. "We got caught having a sex party." Then he turned to the flats and remarked, "I don't think I've seen you before."

"We used to look different," said the taller of the two. "I don't think I've seen any of you, either. What school are you from?"

We told them and of course it was different from theirs.

"We're new," Bess stated. "How about you?"

"Yeah, since about ten days ago," the tall one confirmed. "It was this or break up with the girls."

"At least you had a choice," Rhonda noted.

"Actually, it was this or the military," said the shorter flat. "We got caught trying to feel up the girls."

"And we heard the military is flattening new recruits anyway," said the other.

"Are there many flats at your school?" Therese asked.

"More every day," the short one replied.

"Do you think that eventually, everybody's going to be flat?" Charlie asked.

"I doubt it," said the twin in shorts. "Like, neither my sister nor I want it, and some people never try anything, and some never get caught. It might get to fifty-fifty, though."

"We weren't groping the guys when the vice principal caught us," the other twin explained. "Plus, our parents aren't so strict. They let us kiss and roll around on the couch even before the guys got flattened."

* * * * *

After two games Bess asked for company going to the ladies room and all ten of us went together. That created quite a line, which in turn provoked more staring and gawking, but again less than I feared. Apparently, anyone without a cock was OK. Plus, we all needed toilets, not urinals.

I combed my hair between a woman fixing her makeup and another straightening her skirt. An older woman with a knitting bag complemented us for being well-behaved young adults and gave us each a pat on the butt.

We spotted a few more flats in the coffee shop but didn't take time to stop and compare notes. I wondered if they, too, were new, or whether they'd moved in from out of state.

"Maybe we won't be so weird if more people do it," Seth remarked.

"I wonder how many a day they can do," Bess said.

"Or how many a day are going in," I added.

That evening I slept with Therese, Bess slept with Rhonda, and Charlie slept with Seth. Judging by the sounds coming down the hall, being with formerly same-sex partners didn't slow them down at all. We were all just sexless.