A week goes by...

It has to be said that Bev did not particularly enjoy her long, long week of going to class every day naked.

She had studied so, so hard for the big test in her Women and Comedy class. She had faithfully memorised every story in Professor Weiss' Big Book Of Silly Girls. But when the time had come to sit in class and take the test, she realised something terrible had happened! She'd forgotten to study! Even though she'd studied so hard! What a silly girl she was, forgetting to study for the big test! So she'd just sat there in the exam hall, surrounded by brilliant students with all their clothes on, staring hopelessly at the exam paper and feeling like the silliest girl in the world.

She got the worst mark, of course. Weiss had called her up in front of the whole class and given her a long, long lecture about doing your homework and not being a silly girl. And then, to make sure she remembered, the professor had explained that she was going to have to do something very silly. Bev had been painted pink, with jingling bells tied to her wrists and ankles, and made to dance and sing before her classmates, who were in tears from laughing so hard. Then she had to run around the whole campus, singing to everyone she met about how she was a silly naked forgetful girl who needed punishment.

The day after that had been Vagina Inspection Day. The cheerleaders had volunteered Bev to sit in a chair on the lawn with her legs spread, while they invited passers-by to come in for a close look at her vagina. Her favourite teacher, the cute boy she had a crush on, the girl who used to bully her in high school and Chris Hemsworth had all showed up to take a magnifying class and examine her pussy in intimate detail. Apparently, it was a feminist thing.

The day after that had been Introduction to Psychology, and three long hours of embarrassment experiments. Professor I. M. Nottaklown was trying to find out what was more humiliating for a woman - being spanked, being tickled, or being tightly tied up and dunked repeatedly into a vat of cold custard, all in front of a live studio audience. Bev, his test subject, wasn't sure. They were all so intensely humiliating she couldn't decide.

The day after that had involved an incident with a rollercoaster, a feather bed, a dog collar, an escaped octopus and a performance of _Death Of A Salesman _gone badly wrong. Bev didn't like to think about it. She was just grateful that, after what seemed like a very, very, very long week of walking around naked all day, she was finally allowed to put on clothes. She could go out in public and keep hold of the tiniest scrap of dignity! Her life wasn't an endless parade of rosy-red toe-curling shame! At last, things were beginning to turn around for Bev.

She was just thinking that when somebody knocked on the door of her dorm, and Velma stepped into the room. "Hi," she said. "Sorry it took so long. I've brought some friends."