Art, but with another class for some painting.

K-T realized something, every time he had to model for another class he was exempted from the one he should have been in. The first period he'd have this morning was with Miss Crapton, but with another class than his own. His classmates were going to algebra instead.

He went to the same classroom as the day before and was welcomed by a bunch of students that he barely knew from seeing them in the hallway.

Miss Crapton was waiting for him and the student were preparing a lot of painting material, but K-T couldn't see any canvas or paper ready to paint him on.

"Class, K-T here has volunteered to do some modeling for the school until the end of the year. So today thanks to him we will be having an original exercise to test your capacity for hyper realistic painting. K-T stand here," she instructed, showing him an X marked in tape in the center of the room.

" Sure, can we talk after this? I think I didn't fill out the right forms." he whispered to her when they were close together.

"I saw it myself yesterday, it was the right form, I guess you didn't bother read it?" she whispered back, seeing him shake his head she smiled. "Now I want everyone of you to take as many pictures of K-T as you need, from all angles, to use as reference later, focus on his clothes." She announced.

K-T saw every student take their phone out and begin snapping pictures, getting up from their seats to go around him and get all the angles.

"Let's start with colors. I want you to work in pairs and pick one color from his clothes to recreate the correct paint for it. You have 15 minutes, we need all of them so don't pick the same, if there are not enough colors to go around work in larger groups for the most represented colors."

K-T tried to count how many that would be. His tracksuit pants were navy blue with white and red stripes and a white string to close it. The promotional t-shirt was some sort of orangey brown, with pinkish red meat and black and yellow lettering, that was mainly seven colors, a bit more with the details of the meat on the t-shirt.

K-T wasn't familiar with the paint that they were mixing, it came in big bottles rather than tubes like the one he was used to. Despite having been tricked into more than he bargained for, it wasn't a bad way to skip an algebra class, he could handle boredom all right.

At the end of the time, Miss Crapton visited each group and gave them a grade on their ability to reproduce the color. All in all, every group made a good enough job and no batch of paint was judged unusable.

"Alright, here comes the next part. K-T, would you disrobe please? " she told him. He was a bit confused, why make them prepare to paint his clothes if she wanted him to undress.

"But, aren't they going to paint my clothes?"

"This is exactly what they will do. So please obey my instructions, you wouldn't want to be reported to the principal on your first session."

K-T didn't understand why she was making him do it but he executed himself. He quickly ditched his shoes, before removing his t-shirt and setting it on her desk. Getting out of track suit pants was a bit of a struggle with how tight they were, but they soon followed the t-shirt on her desk.

He was feeling ridiculous, standing in front of a class of strangers, wearing only his underwear and his socks. Already he could hear the snickering and the remarks about his choice of such childish underwear. There wasn't a high school boy who would willingly wear those, preferring some more manly boxers.

"Please don't make us wait K-T." said his teacher. He didn't understand what she wanted and so he removed his socks, putting them in his shoes. "Almost there, hurry up. We don't have all day."

"What do you mean? I did what you told me." he asked her.

"I told you to disrobe, not to strip to your underwear. You have committed to model for class in whatever clothes are necessary for the class. It was clearly stated in the contract. Now for this exercise it is imperative that you remove those."

"It makes no sense, why do I have to be naked for them to paint my clothes? Why pictures? Wouldn't it be easier to check directly on me to paint?"

"It's because they will paint your clothes on you, K-T. This lesson is about body painting. They took the pictures as reference, prepared the paint and now they will paint as good an imitation to what you were wearing, directly on your body, using some special latex paint. Then we will compare with the pictures to evaluate their work. Now remove those panties. " She ordered him. It hurt him that she called them panties, with the teens already making fun of him for them.

This was bad, really bad. Not only would he model naked, fully naked, uncovered! But painting on him meant that everyone would get close to him and touch his body too. He knew that there was a part of his anatomy that might pose a problem with that. Body painting kinda worked on girls since their things were inside. He couldn't imagine it being realistic if he just popped a nearly ten inch long boner, even painted navy blue.

"Miss Crapton, there will be a problem. I'm a boy and if I don't keep my underwear it will be super obvious that those are not pants and just paint, you know. Girls clothes can be form fitting, but that form fitting on a boy is impossible to miss." he explained, trying to delay stripping for as long as possible.

"I know that and I am prepared for it, now stop delaying the class, the more time you waste the worse it will look on you." She warned.

K-T turned around and removed his underwear, setting them on the desk with the rest of his clothes. He then faced the class again, both hands doing their best trying to hide his thankfully soft dick.

"None of that, you are here to model, not play with yourself. Stop it this instant. Cynthia, prepare him please."

K-T had **** to obey, at any moment she could report him and make him fail his year. He removed his hands and noticed a lot of phones out. The students sere filming or taking pictures of him. Cynthia had put on latex gloves and was spraying his crotch, legs, chest and armpits with some quick acting depilotary foam, a scraper in hand.

"Can you tell them not to take pictures?" he asked the teacher.

"You signed the release form K-T. Every student, member of faculty or even visitor is free to take pictures of you engaged in your modeling activities and publish them as they want."

A few seconds later his body was devoid of hair under his neck. Cynthia looked very well trained in this.

"What about this? With the size it will ruin the line of the pants." She asked the teacher, pointing at his large cock that the chilling effect of the foam had thankfully kept soft.

"It's called tucking. We'll use this. Let's see if you can figure it out." She replied, giving her a roll of medical tape.

"Oh, I think I know."

K-T looked at the girl ripping some bits of tape, asking someone else to hold them for her. She then unceremoniously grabbed K-T junk and pulled both his balls and cock between his legs. She dexterously stuck some tape on the end of his cock and on his ballsack, securing the other end of each strip on the inside of his butt cheeks. It wasn't the most comfortable thing, he'd have to be super careful how he would sit until it was removed and it would probably hurt like hell when it was removed, but K-T now looked like he didn't have genitals, making it a good canvas to paint pants on him.

Then the whole class approached and K-T had to stand with his legs and arms apart to give everyone access to his body. Most of the areas that were of a single color were quickly covered with a roller, a student was drying the finished areas with a blow dryer. The most embarrassing part was to have his crotch and between his butt cheeks painted, but for the effect to look real, no part of it could remain uncovered. There was even a tiny bit of medical tape glued on his asshole to hide it and painted over.

It was hard to tell like that, but the meat-lover logo of the fake t-shirt looked even more suggestive than on the real one, what had been a funny unfortunate placement looked obviously phallic on him.

After more than half an hour of work, multiple layers, a lot of details and a few touch ups, the work was finished.

"Everyone, please take pictures and try to match the angles of the reference pictures for more easy comparison." instructed the teacher.

As much as he'd rather have it happen to someone else, K-T had to admit that they had done a pretty good job of it. He was sure that from afar no one would take a second look at him. And even from up close it was hard to tell. They had drawn the collar and stitches of the t-shirt darker as well as all the contrast on the pants, even adding some highlights to simulate the shiny fabric reflecting light. They had even done his feet, a bit of medical tape held his toes together and they had painted his feet to match the pattern of his black sneakers and his ankles white. In a feat of irony and realism, they had painted some pants too small for him, just like the ones he was wearing.

He was happy for it to be over. But now he was thinking about something.