The University Apparel Store

I was trying to think of ways to find some clothes before my meeting with the Dean. I could call Bridget but she was probably in class and I don't think her mother would be too pleased if I disrupted her education like that so soon after she gave me the ok to date her daughter. That's when I remembered that the clothes I lost weren't my clothes but Bridget's fathers. I'd have to buy him a new outfit to replace the clothes I lost.

Oh that's it! There is a university apparel store where students, staff, and alum could buy discounted IDU merchandise and clothes; and it was close to the science building. I could go there, buy something to wear for my meeting with the Dean, and then go shopping afterwards to find something for Bridget's dad.

The lab coat Prof Suther gave me was clearly old and its buttons had fallen off so I had to hold it closed in front of me, I exited the building and walked briskly towards the apparel store. The sound of my bare feet slapping against the hot, paved walkway was unusual in this setting.

Thankfully, there weren't too many people out and about at this time. I only passed three people on the way to the store, each of whom gave me a confused look when they realised my attire.

When I saw the apparel store I quickened my pace, though still walking so as to not risk the coat loosening. I barged through the front door without looking where I was going and marched straight into a girl dressed in staff uniform. We both fell to the floor, the staff dropping the pile of labels she was holding.

"I am so sorry about that" I said as I scrambled to pick up the labels and help her to her feet. "I wasn't watching where I was going and- Oh Merta! Hello, I didn't know you worked here." Merta looked up at me, and then quickly down the length of my body. In the chaos of the crash and scrambling to pick up the labels I had let go of the lab coat which was now hanging wide open, leaving my penis once again fully exposed to Merta. I quickly recomposed myself and pulled the coat flaps back together, handing the labels back to Merta.

"Hi Professor, so good to see you again so soon. What are you doing here? and Why are you dressed like that."

I recounted what had happened, though leaving out some of the less flattering details, and explained that I was there to find some clothes to wear to my meeting with the Dean. I asked if I could pick up some items from the men's section.

"Actually Professor, we're closed now. I was supposed to have locked the door before you came in but I forgot. I only just started a week ago so I'm still settling in."

"Oh please Merta?!" I pleaded "I'll be quick. I just need something, anything, to wear for the Dean."

"I'll have to check with my manager, Hannah, I don't know if we can keep the store open for you. She's out the back in the storeroom."

A few moments later Merta came back. "I spoke to my manager. She'll agree to allow you to find some clothes but you can't stay in the store area - if people see that we have someone in here trying on clothes, they might want us to make an exception for them as well. I could take you to one of the change rooms but you can still see the entrance to the change room from the front door so Hannah wants me to bring you to the store room out back. We can then bring you clothes to try on from there."

I followed Merta into the store room and she introduced me to Hannah. Hannah appeared to be in her mid thirties and of asian descent, though she spoke with an Australian accent. She had moved from Sydney to start her PhD in psychology. After a few minutes of polite chit chat, Hannah said "So, you're here for some new clothes. Why don't we get you all measured up and I'll go out and grab some options for you?"

"Oh that's ok. I know my sizes and I don't need anything too fancy. I'm a size medium top and 30x32 inch for pants."

Merta intervened "Professor, it's actually a knew store policy that all customers be measured before purchasing any clothing items. Apparently some of these new designs are cut differently and we've had a lot of people come back because they've bought something without trying it on first and realised it doesn't fit. The trouble is a lot of those students don't take care of the items properly and when they bring it back it's not always in a condition where it can be resold."

"I'm sure you can make an exception for me though? I'm a professor not a student."

"I would, Sir but you see there are security cameras all around the storage room, and the footage is sometimes reviewed by the big boss. It's bad enough we're allowing you to be back here - and that's only because Hannah said she could swing it for us - but if the boss finds out we didn't follow policy I could lose my job..."

I looked up at the direction Merta was pointing and sure enough, there was four cameras in each corner of the storage room pointed in different directions. It was only then that I noticed a TV behind Merta showing a split screen images of what the cameras were picking. From their positions in each corner of the room you could clearly see me my entire body from the front, back, left, and right.

Feeling crestfallen, I didn't want to risk Merta losing her job because of me, I nodded indicating my agreement to be measured. All whilst I was still looking around the room at the cameras, assessing how much they could see.

From behind me I heard a voice. "It'd be easier without this baggy lab coat on." Before I could react Hannah had come up behind me, grabbed each side of the coat and in one clean motion pulled it straight off my body. I was suddenly naked in front of a woman I had met less than ten minutes ago, my hands immediately whipped down to cover my penis as I turned to face Hannah in shock. Hannah took my coat and placed it on the table behind her. She turned back to me with a measuring tape in hand. "Alright, I'm going to need your hands up in a T shape so I can measure your chest and arms."

Reluctantly, I raised my arms up in the T shape fully exposing myself to Hannah and Merta. Hannah gave me a once over and commented "Mate, with a body like that I can hardly blame you for walking around campus in the nuddy."

"In the nuddy?" I asked.

"Nude. Naked. Starkers. I guess it's not a phrase you guys say over here." Hannah walked up to me and encircled me with the tape. From there she held it up to my chest, wrapped tightly around where my nipples were. She rubbed them a little before she called out a number to Merta who wrote it down on a piece of paper. Then she measured my wingspan, my neck and the height of my torso from my shoulder to my butt. Her fingers grazed the tops of my cheeks lightly as she did so.

Then Hannah moved onto my lower half. Crouching in front of me, this left my penis and testicles dangling at her eye level. I began to move my arms back down when Hannah told me to keep them out of the way by placing them on my head. She measured around my calves, and them wrapped the tapes around my thighs. As she measured the thickness of my quads her fingers lightly traced the inside of my thighs. Again, despite the constant attention it received today, I felt a rousing in my penis. I could feel myself fill to about half mast. Hannah cocked her eyebrows and smiled appreciatively. She looked over at Merta who was smirking.

Hannah then moved to measure my inseam. This meant with one hand she held the touch just underneath my ball sack, whilst the other reached for the floor. As she did this, she gently rubbed the top of her hand against the bottom of my balls - it was so subtle that I couldn't work out if this was an accident or intentional. Either way, it had an effect on me, and soon I was back at full mast. I had honestly lost track of how many public erections this was in one day.

Over my shoulder, Merta signalled something to Hannah and then Hannah announced "and whilst we're hear we may as well get this measured." before I could react she grabbed my erect penis, holding the tape at the base and letting it fall against the full length of my shaft. Then pinching the tip against the tape she called out to Merta "Eight and a quarter inches! Not bad at all professor!!"

My cheeks flushed immediately. They turned a bright pink, almost red colour - to match the colour of my other cheeks from my earlier spanking!

Hannah and Merta then went back out into the main store area to select something for me to wear. As I was waiting in the storeroom I decided to look around. Eventually, I walked up to the TV to see just how clear the image. Much to my chagrin, unlike the poor quality, blurry videos I had expected this security footage was in high definition and colour. You could see everything in sharp detail. That was when I noticed a flashing red light at the bottom of the screen that said "Broadcasting" Oh my goodness, it had been broadcasting the whole time I was there. Who knows who would have been able to see me, or to how many people this was being broadcast.

Before I could spend too much time on this thought, Hannah and Merta returned with a selection of clothing for me. They had picked out a white muscle t-shirt adorned with IDU's crest and motto and a pair of black jeans. It was perhaps too casual for a meeting with the Dean but I suppose beggars can't be choosers. I was about to pull the jeans on when Hannah said "Oh and I picked up a pair of thongs for you as well."

"Oh no! I can't possibly wear a thong! How inappropriate for someone in my position. What were you thinking?! Don't you have any briefs or boxers?!"

"Woah, relax mate, no need to be so rude. I said thongssss not a thong!" Hannah appeared to be genuinely hurt by the harshness of my tone. As she said this she held a pair what I would refer to as a flip flops. "They're the only footwear we have in your size."

"Professor, that was just more Aussie Slang. Remember this morning during the study session, we all talked about how you should listen and consider all possibilities before you render judgment? Plus we did bring you a pair of briefs but you grabbed the jeans before we could give them to you." In Merta's hands were a pair of black briefs that I indeed had not seen. I was so annoyed at myself, this was the same arrogance that got me into this whole mess in the first place, I really should pay more attention to it.

"Merta, you're right. That was incredibly arrogant of me. Hannah, I sincerely apologise for what I said. Especially when you're doing me a favour by keeping the store open. Please, is there anything I can do to make it up to you."

"I forgive you; and you really don't have to do anything but if you really want to there's this experiment I'm running with some first year students for my PhD which you can help with. See what I need you to do is-"

"Deal!" I was running out of time so hastily I said "Whatever it is, I'll help you with the experiment. You have my word. Now, unfortunately, I'm running out of time before my meeting with the Dean so I really need to get going!"

With that, I finished getting dressed, paid for the clothes and hurried off to the Dean's office. I was about to arrive at the building when I got a call from the Dean. Worried that she was calling to tell me I was late, I picked up on the first ring - "Hi Dean Ostrendi, I'm sorry I'm late. I'm right outside." I blurted out.

"No need Avery, there's been a change of plans. I need to speak with the university's lawyers before we have our chat. Why don't we reschedule for 10:0am on Monday. I'll see you then, have a good weekend." She hung up abruptly. I was alarmed to hear this. Why would she need to speak with the lawyers before she spoke to me?! This further proved my suspicions - I was going to be fired.

I texted Bridget and we met back up at her car. "Hey babe, how did you meeting with the Dean go? and what are you wearing?" I recounted everything that happened after she left and explained to her that the meeting had been rescheduled so that the Dean could consult the lawyers. I told her how worried I was that I would be losing my job.

"Don't worry Avery, I'm sure everything will be just fine." She said, clearly trying to comfort me but it was no use. How could she possibly be so sure. "However, until you have your chat with the Dean I think it's best that we don't see each other this weekend. Why don't you go home and I'll meet you after your meeting with the Dean on Monday." She gave me a quick kiss and patted my bum, and then got into her car. Before I could really process what she meant she drove off without me, leaving me puzzled. Eventually, I called a Lyft back to my apartment.

***

After Avery rushed out of the store, Hannah and Merta discussed the evening's events.

"Wow Merta, that was wild. Your professor sure is a beauty. And what was with that line about 'store policy'? How did you even come up with that? He totally ate that up."

"I don't know where it came from, in the moment it came to me. I didn't think he would believe me. But once he complied and I realised he was doing it to 'save my job' I felt bad, I couldn't tell him the truth at that point. So I let him believe it"

"Yeah yeah, you just wanted to see him naked in all his glory."

"I've seen him naked, and so much more!"

"What? more? what do you mean?!" Merta pulled out her phone to show Hannah the pictures from that morning.