Off to that Human Anatomy class.

Well, I'm not entirely sure what I was expecting to happen in there.

The first class I had attended in quite some time and for the majority of it, almost everyone in there couldn't stop gawking at me. Here he was, Benjamin Stetson, model student and star lawyer in the making... and if you look down a little bit, you'll now be looking directly at his cock and balls.

To say that that class felt like an eternity would be an understatement. The professor, whom I had practically seen as a father figure for the past several years, was less than amused about my undressed state. He looked at me, covering up my delicates as tightly as I could, sighed, and shook his head. "I never took you for one of those people, Benjamin," he uttered. That didn't exactly make me feel like the star student anymore. I just felt like nothing but a naked fool.

Which, I guess I was.

Okay, well, now that that's out of the way, I checked the schedule provided to me (while making sure to cover my schlong with my free hand while leaning against a wall so my ass was out of sight) and make sure that I was remembering everything correctly.

And sure enough, that mysterious Human Anatomy class was next. It was finally time to see what the deal with this nonsense was.

Mentally preparing myself, I pushed myself away from the wall, covering up with the hand holding the schedule, and hurried over to my destination, trying hard to ignore the cat calls and wolf whistles directed my way, with the occasional "Shake that ass!" thrown in for good measure.

I entered the Human Anatomy classroom just as the bell started to ring, prompting the professor, a young woman who looked to be in at lesst her early 40s, to look in my direction.

"Oh, my!" she exclaimed, quite obviously taken aback by my attire. Or lack thereof.

I began to walk towards the chair nearest to the door without taking another look in her direction. "Yeah, yeah..." I muttered, fed up with my situation and just desperately wanting it to be over and done with. "I've heard it all already." I sat down, my ass squishing against the hard plastic of the chair beneath it while all the other students had turned in my direction, muttering amongst themselves, a good number of them looking very amused by the sight.

"You must be Benjamin Stetson, then!" the professor assumed, clapping her hands together in a show of excitement. "I'm Professor McNally, though you can just call me Meredith, if you'd like. I'm glad you're here, because now I won't need to find a replacement! And you're already in uniform!"

That's... curious. "Replacement?" I questioned. "A replacement for what?" What did Austin sign me up for...?

McNally stared at me in bewilderment. "What, you don't remember?" she asked baffled. "You signed up to be the model for how the male body produces sperm!"