PERIOD 1: Illustration (life drawing)

Today was a big day in illustration class. It was a Friday, and every Friday was figure drawing day (everyone's favorite assignment). But you enter the classroom Today as the first one here, and with butterflies in your stomach...

The school didn't have much budget... so it was a major coup when your teacher - Ms Orwin - was able to hire a professional model once at the start of the trimester. The model was an athletic young man who had introduced himself to the class as a professional dancer. The girls in the class were completely smitten from seeing him shirtless and lit by dramatic hard lighting. Given the classes' enthusiasm for this activity, a compromise was made... Your teacher made room in the schedule for figure drawing each Friday, but each time a student would have to be the model.

Ms Orwin had a natural bond with the girls in the class. It wasn't hard for her to convince them not just to pose, but to pose in only their underwear. You were the only guy in a class of 8, and although you didn't feel like you were totally part of the group, you were gentle and friendly enough that none of the girls were uncomfortable being undressed around you. Often times a girl would volunteer to pose, and the class would see she had been wearing extremely flamboyant panties or even a very tiny thong (you suspected this was a tease for your eyes in particular). This had become an awkward but enjoyable highlight of each week, and of your time in high-school in general.

But the reason Today has you so anxious, is that all of the other students have modelled once already. You are the only student left who hasn't. It's one thing for a girl to model in her underwear in front of a group of her girlfriends... but entirely different for a guy to undress in front of a full room of only women.

Everyone else had volunteered on their own, and there was no rule saying everyone had to model only once... You were optimistic that you could get out of it without having to decline too hard, or that it might not even come up... but you couldn't shake this creeping dread tingling down your spine.

"Hey John!" Your classmate Mara calls out to you as she enters the room, shaking you out of your daydreaming.