Her foot on the stool and her hands behind her head.

"I'd like you to stand up, put one foot on the stool, like you're climbing a mountain."

Autumn stood up, but when she heard the second part of his request she glanced from the stool, which was almost waist height, and then down at her short pleated skirt. The principal hadn't had any regulation panties for her--so there's no way she could pose how Donny asked without displaying her pussy to her entire class.

"Um...I...uh, don't want to interfere with your artistic vision, and I want to be a good model for you, but I'm afraid the pose you're suggesting would be a little...um, indecent."

"Not at all!" Donny said, "there's nothing indecent about the human body. It's beautiful and natural! Besides, its just, uh, you know, society trying to tell you something's wrong with the female form. This is what art is for! To overturn societies made-up rules about what's decent!"

"Yeah," another voice spoke up, Autumn recognized it as Chloe Santiago--a senior girl with a buzz-cut and a nose ring, whom Autumn was pretty sure was a lesbian. "Don't give in to patriarchal oppression! 'The Man' wants you to be ashamed of your body, of your feminine power, but you should fight back, like a real artist!"

Clearly, Donny and Chloe were right. She'd been such a sheep to worry about hiding her body--she was an artist, after all, and this was an artistic statement of liberation.

"You're right!" Autumn said, placing her foot on the high stool, proudly exposing her trimmed bush her students, "fight the power."

Donny swallowed hard, and Autumn swore she saw Chloe's eyes light up with passion (for the cause, surely).

"G...good." Donny said, "that's good. Now, put your hands behind your head like you're messing up your hair."

Autumn followed along without hesitation this time, even though lifting her arms pulled her shirt loose where it was tucked into her skirt. It fell open, exposing Ms. Bethany's full breasts all the way to the nipples. She blushed with embarassment, but silently told herself that fighting patriarchal hegemony was more important than her modesty.

She held as still as she could, while her high-school art class got to work drawing her exposed body.