Exposing myself in a prior class

As I considered my options, the events from my last class seemed worthy of a narrative. The excitement I'd felt while solving the problem and hearing the class cheer for me had been exhilarating. I also hoped that writing about it might further validate my feelings about what had happened.

I quickly jotted down all I could remember, and tried to coalesce those parts into something readable. I debated if I should leave out the part about exposing myself, but it seemed like it was necessary to mention it. Eventually, I settled on the phrasing and rechecked my work.

"Two more minutes," the professor warned. Looking around the room, I found it ironic that I had briefly felt embarrassed about being exposed in my previous class, yet here I didn't feel any embarrassment at all. From the looks of my classmates and the professor, no one here seemed concerned about their nakedness. What was so different about these two situations? Surely it wasn't just the heat. Was it the ratio of males to females? That seemed doubtful, considering the two guys in this class didn't seem embarrassed despite being hugely outnumbered. Perhaps it was the dress code. Once that was removed, the potential to be embarrassed was removed as well.

"Time's up!", our professor called out. "Have them ready as I pick them up." I watched her weave through the class, boldly exhibiting her tremendous boobs. Without a bra to contain them, they shifted and bounced almost hypnotically while she moved. Did my professor enjoy showing off her body? I contemplated that before she collected my paper, and then watched her continue on to remaining students. After she gathered all of them, she looked up at the clock and announced, "Since we still have a few minutes, I'll read a few of your works aloud." That was unexpected, but I didn't care if she read mine.

Based on some of the wording, the first one she picked must have been written by one of the guys. It described the events at the beginning of today's class in crude detail, with lots of emphasis focused on seeing girls' breasts, butts and even a few pussies. It ended with a statement that this was now his favorite class and one that he would make an extra effort to always attend. "Crude, but effective," the professor judged. Next, she read a very similar paragraph, but this time it was was written from the perspective of one of the girls that had opted to fully disrobe. Again it described the events from today, but it used much more refined words. Her closing statement indicated that she was excited about this newfound confidence she'd discovered from showing off her body. The professor held it up slightly as she finished and declared, "This is a wonderful tale of personal growth. We have time for one more. Let me see if I can find one with a different flavor."

As she sifted through the pile, I wondered if she would find mine. "Here's one." She hesitated for a moment as she skimmed it and then decided to present it.

'Since grade school I've suffered from something like stage fright, which has made me nervous to stand or perform in front of others. For example, earlier today I was under pressure to solve a problem in front of the class. When my initial attempts failed, the anxiety grew, but in time the solution became evident. It was thrilling to hear my classmates' cheers when I finally revealed it. However I uncovered not only the answer, but myself as well since I unwittingly exposed my lower half to the entire class. Initially, I was embarrassed, but now I realize that I have nothing to be ashamed of. If I can stand in front of a class naked, I can easily do almost anything in front of an audience.'

One of the nearby girls whispered to her less-confident friend, "Pssst. You should try that."

"An interesting observation," added the professor. "There is a saying 'When life gives you lemons, make lemonade'. Finding a way to convert potential embarrassment into confidence is commendable."