Life Is Nude: Naked Max and The Headmaster

Max Caulfield was currently stood in the Headmaster's office at Blackwell Academy.

She stood there on shaky bare legs with wobbly knees, her small toes digging nervously into the plush carpet.

Max was also doing her best to keep her composure, because she was also standing around in only her pale, pretty birthday suit. She did her best to cover that lovely form with all she had, her small hands.

She'd been stalling for nearly half an hour, but the Headmaster had lazily and distractedly given her the same hastily rehearsed spiel for the entirety of her time.

The man did his best not to even gaze at the cute and humiliated naked teen in front of him, but he was aware of her all the same.

She was aware that he knew about her short brown hair just barely tickling her sleek neck and shoulders, and her smooth tummy heaving with her rapid intakes of breath.

He probably had noticed how her little A-cup breasts jiggled despite her protective hand, and the all too visible bareness of her hips despite the hand between her legs.

Max was still holding back tears, as she asked one more time, what in the hell they were going to do for her.

The Headmaster said again: "Listen Max, at first I wouldn't have believed it, but it seems you've gotten yourself in a mess beyond my understanding." He did his best at a sympathetic frown.

Inside, of course, the man was fighting with a turmoil comprised of an ongoing battle, one between joy at such wanton and adorable female exposure, and his own sense of maturity and professionalism.

He continued, "Until this situation can be figured out, I'm going to have to suggest you just stay in your room, Miss Caulfield. We've already tried to dress you, and I'm not sure what else we can do. I will tell you that showing up to classes or events of any kind like this cannot be tolerated. And I'm sure the state will be a lot less lenient if you decide to wander out of my supervision."

So that was it, the poor naked photography princess thought. She was resigned to the life of a hermit. A home-nudist-hermit with no friends and no dignity.

It was at that moment that Max lost her composure and collapsed into a bundle of tears and naked flesh on the Headmaster's carpet.

With a sigh, Raymond Wells called his secretary into his office to escort the poor thing to her room.

Max felt gently hands pulling her naked body off the floor and had half the mind to resist; but she soon was resigned to her fate.

She barely remembered anything but the sensory details of her journey to her seemingly permanent abode.

The change of texture under her sensitive bare feet, cold tile suddenly assaulting her smooth soles.

The air dancing it's dance around her natural state, touching every crevice and cranny.

It was a wonder she didn't collapse until she was safe in her bed. She hardly noticed the fact that her sheets inexplicably did not disintegrate.....yet.

The school's new nudist, the soon to be christened Naked Max, finally found a piece of solace as she tumbled into unconsciousness.