Heath arrived to class, meeting Professor Graves

Heath briskly walked all across campus as he paid no mind to the curious crowds of women around him. Eventually, he found building 5, which towered over him. To think that this was only one of several buildings on campus made Heath feel small, almost insignificant if it weren’t for his “special uniform.”

Heath rushed inside, feeling a blast of cold A/C wind against his nude body as he walked through the door. He turned to see a set of stairs leading up.

As he walked up the stairs, he could feel his ass cheeks bounce with each step. He’d never felt his ass shifting as he walked before, especially when taking the stairs, but this feeling was bizarre.

As Heath was about half way up the steps, a couple of women walked by the staircase, immediately noticing the naked man.

“Holy shit, isn’t that Heath McCoy, the naked guy on campus?” One of them said, pointing up at Heath’s bare back.

Heath cringed at her comment, but chose to ignore her as he was already late to class.

“Look at his cake! Mama wants a slice!”

“I think I can see his balls from this angle. They look wrinklier than I’d expect.”

Heath covered his backside immediately, feeling a burning shame across his body as his figure was commented on. Heath wondered if this is what it was like for a woman to have guys staring up their skirts when they climbed stairs. Of course, he lacked the skirt, and everything else for that matter.

He quickened his pace as he fled from the onlookers down below, making his way to the second floor of the building. He then walked down the hall in search for his classroom, the allusive room 749. He thought back to what Mary said when he told her about it, and how dissipated she looked.

“Could she be that bad?”

As Heath began to approach the class in question, he noticed a woman’s face looking out the window. Her eyes went wide as she noticed him quickly. Heath noticed her and blushed before the strange girl left. Heath figured they were one of his classmates.

Heath stood next to the classroom door, feeling hesitant to just walk inside like nothing was wrong. He’d surely make a scene, showing up late to class in nothing but a birthday suit. The thought alone of all those eyes watching him sent chills down his spine.

But as Heath hesitated, the door in front of him suddenly shot open! Heath jumped back in fear, just barely getting out of the way of the violent swing.

In the doorway stood a tall woman, standing at about 6 feet. She looked old, older than Ophelia by a good 10 or so years if Heath had to guess. She wore a similar outfit to Ophelia, except her dress jacket was fully buttoned up this time. She had jet black hair that began to grey near her roots. Her hair was puffy looking, and incredibly frilly as it reached down to her shoulders. She wore think black glasses over her hazelnut colored eyes, eyes that looked down at Heath with intense hatred.

“You’d be Heath McCoy, correct?” She asked, to the point and in a bluntly stern voice.

“Y-y-yes…” Heath stammered, too intimidated by her aura and embarrassed to speak correctly.

“Do you understand how late you are, young man?”

“I-I’m sorry… it’s my first day…”

“Do I look like I care? You’re late by 14 minutes and 47 seconds, nearly 1/5 of my class spent goofing off on campus!” She exclaimed with her arms crossed.

Heath quickly realized who he was talking to. This person had to be his professor, Professor Graves! Heath felt small, and useless under her scolding eye, unable to move as she berated him.

“I… I didn’t mean to be late Ma’am, it’s just… I-I’m still getting used to being…”

“Oh don’t use your frivolous excuses. You being nude doesn’t mean you can’t come to class on time! Now come here!”

Graves grabbed Heath’s ear lobe, yanking him inside her classroom like he was disobeying dog, but the pain was far better than the humiliating experience of it all, being pulled into class against his will as he tried to cover his shame.