A leather headband, wristbands, mocassins and a strange loincloth.

He would be nearly naked for 5 years. Only his cock would benefit from a semblance of modesty and that was already overstating it.

A loincloth as he thought he knew them was a long strip of fabric that went between his legs and was held by some string or belt around his waist. This one wasn't of this kind. It was a string to tie around his waist, with a single flap of leather in the front and nothing in the back or going between his legs. He would look completely nude from the back and the flap could only hope to hide his package at the best of times. It was very short, when he had given the school his clothe sizes nothing was mentioned about him being so well endowed. At 8 inches flaccid, the tip of his dick ended less than half an inch from the hem of the flap.

He suddenly realized that any moves up or down, or on the side or god forbid any random erection was at risk of exposing his large dick and dangling balls, which he now realized would be in full view from behind if his legs were not closed completely. If he forgot the far too many times he had ended up naked in public this was so far the most revealing and embarrassing outfit that he would be wearing not out of desperation but because he was expected to.

The professor was probably the age of his mom but she was really sexy and the simple thought of her seeing him like that was beginning to make his dick harden. He couldn't afford to get hard in such an outfit.

"Come on young boy, you should be dressed already. Do you need help to adjust the outfit? I'm on a schedule."

He looked back in the box after putting on the pair of mocassins. The large card box contained two spares of the outfit he was wearing, The only difference was that one had an eagle symbol on it (the one he was wearing) while the other two had a bear or wolf on them. He didn't really need the box itself, so he picked everything in it to put them in his backpack once he would come back from behind the screen.

Once in view he heard a mix of a giggle and a gasp from professor Jones. KT was tanned, without any kind of tan lines (his mother didn't want him to damage his clothes doing yard work in their backyard which was rather embarrassing when his sister decided to be on the patio with some friends while he was doing it.) and had a lean body with hints of muscles asking only to develop if he did any serious exercise regularly.

He could see that his backpack was open, which it wasn't when he left it here. His teacher could easily see his surprised look.

"I had to search your bag for other non authorized clothes, I'm glad you took this seriously and decided to only bring the absolute minimum you needed to be decent with you coming here. You wouldn't imagine the number of people who take this scholarship and arrive with suitcases full of clothes, it's clutter the whole storage area."

K-T didn't comment on this, having had little choice in what he could bring with him to this place.

"I'll let you keep the bag to take your stuff to your dorm, you'll give it to the senior student guiding you there, we'll have someone bring you you something more fitting in the evening. A senior student should be waiting for you just out of the door to take you to get your pictures taken for the student ID and our website. They will then make you visit the campus and show you to your room. I have another student to welcome, a young lady who recently moved from central Africa and is a direct descendant of the Nibarannvu tribe, it's a very fascinating culture."

"Wait... What is it about a website?"

"Part of this program is to make people discover new cultures, not every student will meet you or learn about the Mekapual, so each week we have a few students displayed in spotlight articles on our website so that people interested in it can learn more about them."

"So anyone in campus will be able to look at pictures of me wearing this?"

"Not only on campus, the data gathered by our department are recognized worldwide in its domain. Students and professors all across the nation and even the world use our materials for their studies, this is why our scholarship can be so generous. But whoever helps you will be able to tell you more about it. Be on your way now."

K-T walked towards the door, so far he had always faced Professor Jones and could at least pretend that he was somewhat covered but to exit he would have to turn his back to her and be completely exposed from this side.

When he opened the door he found himself looking at a really curvy (let's say it, somewhat fat) black girl, wear a yellow summer dress which had a lot of trouble holding the most massive pair of tits he had ever seen in the flesh. Each boob was almost larger than his head and given the age and origins of the girl they were probably real too, good old blobs of fatty flesh rather than expandable water balloons or lumps of silicon. All the while looking bigger than even most of the fake ones he had seen in porn.

His 5 years of being careful about not getting hard in public to avoid getting exposed by the flimsy loincloth were really starting badly. He could already feel his cock twitching and tensing, slowly lifting the flap of deerskin at was for now a somewhat unnoticeable angle. He really hoped that whoever would guide him around wouldn't be another sexy girl in a scandalous outfit or he was in for a lot of trouble.