No way to go but through

As much as they wanted to take that path, part of them knew they couldn’t afford it. While Sam came from a family that wasn’t poor, they weren’t rich either, and full tuition for an American University would cost way more than they’d feel okay letting their parents pay. They’d do it in a heartbeat, sure, but Sam would feel terrible because they couldn’t go through with this. The program couldn’t be that bad, they supposed. Looking down at the pamphlet they were clenching in their fists, they turned the first page and opened it.

SECTION A: NUDITY
1 - NUDITY ON CAMPUS

The goal of the Human Sexuality Scholarship Program is the encourage a free and open sexuality experience throughout the college campus! Thus, the core pillar of the program has always been a requirement of full nudity during all time spent on campus!

This includes ALL activities on-campus: hanging out in dorms, walking to and attending classes, clubs, sports, getting food, using campus facilities, and so on.

No matter where on campus the participant may be, their naked form must remain largely uncovered!

[\*details on the use of the term "full nudity" and its exceptions down below]

Depicted below this were several people, very much fully naked. One man and one woman, entirely exposed, the former carried a backpack on his back whilst the latter was sat on some sort of desk, legs crossed. Sam’s blush grew even redder. This felt like looking at porn, with someone sitting right there. The one saving grace was that Melissa seemed preoccupied with her phone, tapping away at the screen so she couldn’t see how red they were becoming. Just this first section took them a moment to fully grasp.. Taking a few deep breaths, painfully aware of how their chest heaved as they did so, Sam read through this first part again, desperately trying to ignore the images underneath.

It seemed this scholarship program would have them go fully nude, everywhere all the time. Just the thought at that moment seemed horrifying. Everyone would be able to see their body in its full glory. Judging by the pictures Sam assumed a binder wasn’t going to be included in the exceptions. They closed their eyes for just a moment to imagine it and instantly stopped out of pure surprise at the slightly wet feeling growing between their legs. Must be from seeing those naked people in the brochure, they figured. Looking down at the pamphlet they were about to continue reading when Melissa stood up. Taking just a moment to look up from her phone she said:

“I’ve got a few other things to take care of, but I’ll have someone else swing by to collect your things.”

Before Sam could ask what she meant, Melissa left. Just as she did, their eyes briefly lingered on her ass, her shorts dug into her cheeks, making them look almost as if they’re ready to burst out. Shaking their head, Sam looked back at the pamphlet. Now is as good a time as any to read through the whole thing so they wouldn’t be completely blindsided once this other person came by to collect whatever it was that needed to be collected. Casting their eyes downward, they read the next paragraph.

2 - NUDITY OFF CAMPUS

Due to the relaxation of public nudity laws, we are glad to announce that the program will now extend OFF-CAMPUS as well! As such, participants will be required to follow the HSSP nudity code even when venturing off-campus!

Wherever you may be, you will remain a visible participant of the Human Sexuality Scholarship Program!

Fuck, this was even worse than they had expected. At first they thought maybe this was just a closed campus and was meant for some sort of university study, but nope it was so much worse than that. Sam would have to be naked even off-campus. Hopefully not when they’d go back home to visit family, but surely not, it’s not like France had this kind of thing. It was at least a relief they could leave campus without immediately getting arrested and convicted, but part of them wondered how they’d be able to distinguish them from actual streakers, though there wasn’t much of a difference perhaps.

3 - FINER DETAILS OF THE NUDITY CODE

While the term "full nudity" is used for brevity, there are actually some articles of clothing that are allowed, detailed below

A. THE CORE RULE

The core rule of the program's nudity code is as follows: ALL SEXUAL ORGANS MUST REMAIN UNCOVERED.

At no point should the participant make a deliberate attempt to cover the genitals, or secondary sexual organs such as the breasts or hindquarters.

Minor accessories and garments such as hats, jewellery, and of course socks and shoes, remain allowed while in the program, however, they must leave the sexual organs exposed.

For example:

• Wearing socks is legal. However, wearing a sock over one's genitals is not.
• Wearing a standard face mask is legal. However, wearing them over the breasts and genitals ala a bikini is not.
• Towels are of course permitted for use in drying off. However, draping one over one’s sexual organs is not.

Below were a few pictures of what was and wasn’t allowed. There went one of Sam’s first ideas to get out from under this, to just have ‘accidental’ things cover them as much as possible. While they weren’t sure what the consequences were of not following these guidelines, part of them didn’t want to find out as it likely would involve getting kicked out of the program. Maybe there would be loopholes yet. For now it seemed best to continue reading.

What followed were the various exceptions to these rules, but it was reiterated again and again that all sexual organs must remain uncovered save for perhaps the ass in special circumstances. Face masks were only allowed to be used in case of medical necessity, as the program wasn’t meant to be anonymous. However one of the exceptions did catch their eye: bodypaint. Obviously it wasn’t allowed to the extent of making it impossible to distinguish one was naked, but it was allowed to some degree if it was for a class. Though Sam wasn’t here to study the arts, it might be an idea to sign up for an art club and get at least something to cover themselves with.

Turning to the next page, Sam’s heart sank again when they read what this section was about: social conduct. The first part was just reiterating what was stated previously, that one was to live their life as normal, or however normal you could make it, just without clothing. What had instead caught their attention was the next subsection: sexual conduct. Feeling their hand tremble slightly, knuckles whitening as they gripped the brochure even tighter, they read the next subsection.

MASTURBATION

What was once a solo-activity will now be made a lot more public!

While in the HSSP, it is against the rules to reach sexual satisfaction in total isolation. As such, masturbation must be done in the presence of at least one other person, or in a widely public area where another person may enter at any moment.

Sam had to read it again just to be sure they were getting it right. But they were. If they wanted to masturbate they’d have to either do it in a place where they could easily get caught, which they assumed their dorm wasn’t, or in the presence of another person. The thought of having to have someone present both terrified them and, against their will, aroused them. Sam is rather shy, and the only people to ever have seen them naked were one or two friends and their family, but even those times they felt exposed and embarrassed. But now not just would people see them naked at all times, but some would see them masturbate.

You might think someone this shy didn’t do that very often, but quite the opposite. For Sam masturbation was a regular activity, though always when they were sure they’d be home alone, since the thought of getting walked in on by one of their brothers or their sister terrified them and the thought of their parents doing so downright mortified them even more. Having read that, Sam needed to take a moment to catch their breath. They’d gotten beyond flustered. Their body felt hot and heavy with arousal and their boxers stuck uncomfortably to their body from them being soaked. Just as they were about to take a moment to calm themselves, clear their head, a knock came to the door, again.

Not wanting to just immediately open up, they instead spoke, which turned out to be a much worse decision. Sam’s voice came out high-pitched and loud, making it clear to anyone that knew them they’d be incredibly flustered.

“Who is there?”

“It’s L-Lenny, Melissa sent me?”

The voice sounded just as unsure and flustered as their own. Sam briefly debated keeping the door closed and pretending he got the wrong room, but a quick message to Melissa would quickly call their bluff. So instead, with a heavy heart they opened the door. Standing there was someone with an outfit similar to Melissa’s: a bright blue polo and white shorts. Lenny had dark ginger hair kept in a neat hairdo swept to the side. He was slightly shorter than Sam, his eyes about level with their nose. Lenny’s build was slender and he would’ve looked rather frail if not for his rather impressive muscles on his bare legs and arms. Holding in his hands were several rolled up trash bags. With a sinking feeling of dread, Sam pointed at the bags and asked:

“W-what are those for?”

They already knew the answer of course, but part of them hoped that if they asked the answer might be different. A few seconds of quiet hung between them. Lenny hesitated, clearly just embarrassed to answer as they had been to ask. Sam’s heart was beating like a jackhammer inside their chest, and their binder felt as if it was **** them. When he finally answered, Sam had been so caught up in their thoughts they didn’t hear him properly and had to ask him to repeat, which he did, this time with a newfound confidence.

“It’s for storing your clothes in. W-We’ll be keeping them in a secure storage room for your entire tenure. T-The bags are just for transporting them. D-don’t worry, they’ll be ironed and washed and kept in a clean space.”

Lenny said with a shaky smile, as if that was to somehow put them at ease. Sam just stood there for a moment, and realised they had been staring like a deer in headlights when Lenny began to look concerned. With a broken resolve, Sam quietly gestured for him to come inside. Before they did this they first wanted to know a few things, so they began to ask Lenny some questions, since it didn’t seem like he would have it in him to sugarcoat or lie. All Sam had to do was feign some confidence. So with a newfound well of fake confidence they sat down on their bed as Lenny stood there waiting. Slapping their hand gently on the spot on their bed next to them, they tried to make Lenny sit down.

“Mind if I ask you some questions first, chérie?”

It was at times like this that they were happy they spoke French, since they were well aware of how the language was seen by people here. Lenny nodded quietly, his face growing beet red, as he sat down next to them, keeping some distance that Sam had no desire to close. For a moment they wondered what to ask first.

“Am I the only one enrolled in this program?”

“N-no, “ he replied, “there is a minimum of one man and one woman. B-but since you are n-neither the university has had t-two other people enrol, but I don’t know who.”

That was at least a relief, they weren’t gonna be the only one naked, as small of a comfort as that might be. Maybe they could befriend these other students, and share tips and tricks for getting through it. Either way, Sam had more questions to get through before they were ready to go on.

“What are the consequences if I’m found to not follow the guidelines?”

Taking a moment to look at them with a slight confusion as to why they would ask this, Lenny answered: “W-well, it varies from university to university, but ours has several sanctions f-f-from extra mandatory c-courses t-to making you pay the full tuition.”

“And getting kicked out of the program?”

“I-I don’t think so…But you could always voluntarily q-quit. Do you want to?” Lenny asked them, sounding slightly concerned. Shit, if they revealed they didn’t feel comfortable now, Lenny would no doubt make sure the university pulled them out for their own comfort and **** them to pay the full sum. So instead they shook your head.

“No, just curious. Next I-”

Much to their surprise, Lenny cut them off, with a surprising bit of confidence once again. Clearly he had more in him than he himself knew, he just didn’t know how to tap into that fount of courage himself.

“I-I’d be glad to answer more of your questions but I need to collect your clothes and bring them in soon, they’re expecting me back.”

“Oh uhm, yeah…”

Sam trembled slightly as they stood up. No more running from it, they supposed. Walking over to their closet, they opened it up. It had taken them an entire day just to neatly put them all away but now Lenny was about to take all of them with him. Their favorite sweaters, hoodies, jeans, but also their bras, boxers, what few panties they had brought. Gripping the closet door tightly, they stepped aside and Lenny began diligently putting everything into the bag, blushing as he took their underwear. Before long it was all gone and Lenny looked at them.

“I’ll need those too…”

Looking at him, Sam saw him pointing at them and then realised what he meant. Their clothes, the ones they were still wearing. Lenny averted his eyes downward and judging by how white his knuckles had turned holding the bags, he was clearly quite nervous. However, by the way he strategically held the bags up just enough to cover his shorts, Sam figured he also might be nervous for another reason too. Sam looked around nervously. Part of them wanted to ask if they could go into the bathroom to get changed, but they’d have to get naked in front of people sooner rather than later. And Lenny wasn’t the worst for a first time, as he probably didn’t dare to look at them regardless.

“R-right, uhm.”

Not sure where to begin, they started by taking off their socks and tossing them. Sam felt the softwood cold against their feet as they bunched up their socks and tossed them into the bag. Next, Sam fiddled with the buttons of their shirt for a moment and began undoing them, one-by-one. Eventually they were all loose. Tugging it loose from the hem of their pants they handed their shirt to Lenny, leaving them in their binder and pants. Casting their eyes upward they mumbled to themselves: ‘Fuck, this is so awkward,’ in French. Luckily they did so in their native tongue as Lenny seemed to have heard, briefly looking up at them in confusion before looking away again.

Taking a deep breath they began fiddling with their belt and pants buttons and soon their jeans also came off, quietly dropping them into the bag Lenny was holding open for them. Now they were left in their boxers, which were luckily black so it wasn’t that obvious they were soaked, and their binder. Sam had to take another few breaths. And it seemed Lenny was getting all the more excited as his face was now so red they were briefly concerned he was **** on something, but when they noticed his furtive glances, it was all clear. Now comes the hardest part.

First the binder. After a bit of awkward wriggling, Sam got it mostly off and in one quick moment slipped it off entirely and tossed it into the bag. Their tits now hung out, nipples slightly pointed as they couldn’t help but feel them harden at the soft breeze coming through their dorm room. Though they didn’t know where the draft was coming from, it must’ve been nothing. Sam had bigger things to worry about.

Their thumbs hooked gently into the waistband of their boxers. They gave another glance at Lenny, who was now just fully staring at their chest, though the moment they locked eyes he looked away again. Counting to three internally they bent forward and slid the boxers down. This meant that as soon as they stood up their slit would be on display. Taking a moment to look down between their legs, they realised they hadn’t fully shaved in a while, meaning a smile patch of hair was left just above their sex. Before they could lift their legs to step out of their boxers, Sam heard a noise that brought them completely to a standstill. From behind them came a wolf whistle followed by a deep male voice saying:

“Damn, I could’ve sworn the full moon wasn’t until next week.”