Not quite.

James ran as fast as his legs could carry him, being a good swimmer helped in that regard. He raced down the halls, taking a few seconds to peek around the corners to make sure he ran into no one. For a time all went well and he started to think maybe only the principle would see him naked but as he came up to her office door he remembered. She had a secretary! Part of him considered turning back and trying to find his PE kit but the idea of streaking to the other side of school, having only narrowly gotten to the office in the first place **** him inside.

The woman didn't look up from her desk as he entered, his hands both firmly over his body. There was a short silence after he closed the door. He didn't know if he should speak or if she knew he was there but then she spoke up.
"What do you need." It was dry, a woman clearly bored... a woman in clear need for some cheering up! He blushed a bit as he tried to speak, a woman of her standing was hard to talk to at the best of times, even worse when he was naked!
"I... I-I was told to speak to the principle b-by Mr. Smith" he stuttered. The woman still didn't look, her long nails clickety clacking on her keyboard and her eyes glued to the dim glow of her screen.
"What for?" He couldn't believe it, he had hopped she had just let him in but instead he now had to spell it out! He couldn't do that.
"I... B-breaking uniform p-policy..." he gulped. The woman stopped typing.
"Uniform policy? We don't have a uniform poli-" she started, stopping mid sentence as she poked her head round past her screen to see the naked young man before her! "Oh... I see..." she said, her lips perking up to a soft smile as she stood in his form. For a guy his age he had a nice chest, nothing amazing but nicely toned, clearly a sporty guy. James waited for a moment, finding her stares and the silence awkward as anything!
"S-so can I go in?" he asked to try and break the silence, the reply was short but sweet.
"No." His face went redder.
"N-no?! W-why not!" he asked in shock.
"She's in a meeting, take a seat and she may see you once its over." Not wishing to argue while stood naked he hurried over to the seat. It was a bland green couch up against the wall, pointed towards the door of the principles office with a clear view to the desk the woman sat at to the side. He made very sure not to move his hands at all, he tried crossing his legs a little and while he was thankful his backside was now private and that the woman hadn't seen it he didn't feel any less exposed!

At last, after what felt like a long time the door to the office swung open and the person who had been in the meeting with the principle stepped out...