Principal...

K-T stutters the word and then realizing that it's too late to fix it and reload the gun. Closes the magazine. The pages stick together and the white splatters a bit more and drips from the pages.

"It's not what it looks like..." he says, already knowing that the facts are against him. Be thankful that the flaccid penis is now covered by the shirt like a shroud, an appropriate term since masturbation is referred to by some as the little ****.

-I'm curious to see what you come up with. That white stuff i see on the porn magazine you're holding, is it yogurt? And to think that i went out of my way to get you out of trouble. I called your mother back and i even thought that the story about your nudist syndrome wasn't true...

-Nudist syndrome? I don't have it. My mother tries to cover up...- K-T stops because the truth seems even crazier and surely the principal, after what she has seen and after catching him naked in the hallways and then seeing him show his private parts, even with a shirt on, is not exactly motivated to believe him.

Your mother told me that you suffer from this disorder, diagnosed by a psychologist, that makes you undress. It's a kind of compulsive exhibitionism. You are like a kleptomaniac, but instead of stealing, you are driven to wear as few clothes as possible and often don't realize it. And obviously, as your hands demonstrate, you derive sexual satisfaction from this.

K-T finds the wrong words to say again.

-I didn't masturbate... he did it all by himself.

-Enough with these stories. Admit your problem also because this would justify the your actions Your mother told me that at home, against her will, you only wear a t-shirt like the one you have on now and do everything to tear it or lose it. Even when you go to the neighbors' or friends' houses, you always come back half-naked or completely naked. At school, I have witnessed this several times and also your apologies.

The principal's arguments leave no room for convincing rebuttals, even though the reality is quite different and he wouldn't be **** to wear skimpy clothes or parts of them if his mother didn't impose it on him under the pretext of saving money. Moreover, the principal herself doubles down with a precise order.

-Deliver the t-shirt to me. Right away. It belongs to the school.

K-T is struck by that stentorian tone of voice and those words he would never have expected from the principal. Without thinking, he starts to lift us, revealing the reduced penis, so to speak, to 7 cm and the dancing testicles below. The principal smiles bitterly and says.

-Stop. I just wanted to show you that it only takes a pretext to make you undress. I wanted to see it further with my own eyes.

K-T only needed to show a bit of **** and not obey immediately, but instead, he condemned himself further. At that moment, the janitor also returns, and the principal takes him aside. The two are whispering to each other and then the principal turns back to K-T.

-The janitor also confirmed your behavior. You voluntarily asked to take off your shirt, your only piece of clothing, so you could work.

-Yes, I didn't want it to get caught on something. It happens to me often. I am unlucky.

The principal with an even more crackling voice, like a whip crack.

-You are not unlucky. You don't realize it because of your syndrome, but it is you and no one else who organizes the incidents. Make sure to provoke them to be as naked as possible. It's part of the syndrome that also drives you to show your most intimate parts even when it's not necessary.

K-T fears that he is setting another "trap" for him. And what if he was right? If there were some disorder behind his behaviors? It's true that he was a victim of humiliations, embarrassments, etc., but it's also true that he never opposed it. Women have always been dominant, but he let them do it. The principal resumes the speech, shaking him out of his self-doubt.

-Obviously, I won't give you an excuse to show me some orifice like you did in my office.

K-T interrupts her.

-I actually wanted to show how I could be less exposed.

-You continue to confirm the thesis of compulsive exhibitionism. A person who is not affected by this would have turned around with their hands on their buttocks and their legs closed and would have said, "if I stay like this, you can't see anything or almost." Try doing it if you can?

K-T turns slowly and the oval reveals her backside but keeps her legs together as the principal said. He wants to prove that he can do it. Too bad that while moving, the bare foot ends up on a couple of thumbtacks that came out of the magazine box. The pain is sudden and lifts the leg, moving it to the side, practically exposing everything from the anus to the testicles. He hops on one foot obscenely.

-Understood. It's stronger than me.

-K-T lifts his foot in front of the principal to show the damn pins, but in doing so, he also raises the front part of his t-shirt and his penis it's becoming semi erect again.

-It's not my fault... you see the pins... i ended up on top of them...

The pins, mockingly, just as they entered the sole of the foot, now exit, and the principal continues to see K-T engaged in an embarrassing exercise with the part from the belly button down obscenely exposed.

-Cover yourself and listen to me carefully.

K-T does what he can, staying on the tip of his injured foot, and lowers the t-shirt that again has the problem of the penis pulling it forward.

-Talking to your mother, we found a solution for your and my problem. Obviously, you won't be able to attend school anymore... too risky. Too many temptations for you to undress, and you can't say it's not true since you just did it.

If his mother and maybe his sister have gotten involved for him, an endless chasm opens up in which to sink, a crevasse leading to some new hell. The principal got caught up in the schemes of those two, but it is evident that with his public nudity, he has gone too far to be tolerated any longer.

-Is there a solution? - asks K-T, trembling.

-There is, it's the....