Remember the Underwear?

It didn't take me long to find out which locker was mine. Though it was positioned in the back corner beyond the stalls and open showers there was a clear sign that it was mine from the article of clothing hanging on the door. It was the pair of neon green briefs that spelled 'GRAB!' in purple-lettering on the front and back hanging by strips of tape perfectly displayed out in the open on the locker room door. I remembered they were the ones Ingrid made for me and I left them with the volleyball team yesterday as I modeled at the museum. Since I went home right after, I didn't get a chance to collect them. Not that I missed them all that much but now I was beginning to see that leaving them behind was turning out to be a great error. As I approached, there was a note posted right above them:

Dear Professor Avery Finn,

As you can see, we held on to your favorite pair of underwear for you. We were a little surprised when you didn't come back for them after you asked us to watch over them for you. You must really wanted us to keep them right? You silly perv. Thankfully, our coach provided you a locker here in the girl's room for you to change for Delia's art class so we thought we could just leave them here for you. Though we are all for leaving you naked, you have shown us the importance of keeping our word through example so we decided to keep our promise as well. We talked this over with many of the other teams who share this locker room and they are all for you leaving your clothes here. Don't forget to hit the showers. We are all so happy to be sharing this space with you Teacher.

With love,

Your 'not so secret' admirers

I tore off the letter and crumbled it before tossing it in the waste basket. My faced burned red, not only with the contents of the letter, but also with the thought of what transpired ever since they hung up this pair of underwear for everyone to see. How many people saw this since then? If they read this letter they probably think I'm some kind of exhibitionist pervert! How many women now know that I will be changing in the girl's locker room now? What teams did these girls talk to? What could this mean for me and my future? I shook my head to try and push off all of these distressing thoughts as I yanked the underwear off the door then tossed them inside it. As much as I detested the sight of them, I would still have to return them to Ingrid later. With a huff, I started stripping off my all of my clothes and neatly placed them in the locker knowing I still have to make the walk of shame to Delia's class now.

Once I was completely naked, I shut the locker and noticed that it didn't have a lock on it. I will have to ask for one later. I walked all the way back to the other end of the locker room to exit through the gym. As I placed my hand on the entryway handle I paused for a moment as I braced myself to streak through the gym once more. Placing my other hand in front of my manhood, I swung open the door and was greeted with a bright flash. I blinked so my eyes could readjust. As my vision cleared up, I took in the sight of the volleyball team gathered around the entrance with their cellphones pointed in my direction. "Welcome to the team Professor Finn!" It took me a moment to realize what just happened. All these girls just took a picture of me coming out of the girl's locker room totally naked. My face heated up again as I closed the door just enough to duck my naked body behind it. Leaning my head out to look at my audience I cried out, "What do you think you're doing?!" I placed both hands before my penis now even though I was still hiding behind the door.

"Take it easy Professor," Lucia took a step forward "this is our way of welcoming you to the team. Considering everything we have been through together and now that we will be sharing a locker room from now on, the girls here and I decided to consider you an honorary member of the sports division of Intectus Deprhendi. Getting a photo of you is just part of the indoctrination. You'll get a space right next to us in the year book."

"I am not part of any sport!" I yelled.

Lucia shrugged, "It's more about being a team player and how much you contribute to the student body with nothing but your own body. In that regard, you have been contributing a lot! And you're going to be contributing even more. That is the IDU spirit! Now line up ladies! Let's greet our new member!" At their captain's command, the volleyball team split up into two lines on each side of the girls' locker room door. Standing side-by-side everyone of them turned to look at me like this was my procession. "Everybody, give a hand to our honorary member, Professor Avery Finn!" All the girls started clapping and I shook my head. There was no point delaying the inevitable so I cupped my privates tightly and stepped out from behind the door. I blushed walking between the two lines of girls as some of them made a grab for my ass and even managed to slap it as I hurried away from them. They were still cheering and whistling at me after I exited the gym and onto the field.

I wish I could say my unwanted initiation to the volleyball team was the worst part of my day but we all know it isn't over yet. Butt-naked and walking outside into the sunlit field I heard that all too familiar command that reminded me my day was just beginning, "Hands to your sides!" I sighed as I uncovered myself approaching the center of the field were nearly a hundred eyes fell upon me. All the students were smiling delightedly at my nudity. Professor Delia Sands walked up to me and embraced me in a hug, "So glad you made it Avery! I can't tell you how much joy it brings us to see you." I was caught off guard when she came up to hug me and felt really awkward being embraced by my fully-clothed colleague while I was completely naked so I just stood there with a look of surprise on my face. "We will announce your extension as our model at the end of class. Oh, the students will be so excited!" She whispered to me as if this were good news. I frowned as she led me before the students to have my nakedness well in view for them. "By the way, so glad you and Bridget had such a fun-filled evening," I looked at her incredulously "I couldn't help but notice she is wearing the same outfit from yesterday." She winked at me and my face burned red. Though I am glad Sands didn't rat me out, having her know my secret was going to lead to non-stop embarrassment. What does she imagine that we did last night? She probably has a pretty good idea considering Bridget and I got it on in the backseat of her car while she drew the whole thing. The erotic memories of everything I did with Bridget the night before was enough to get me hard right on the spot. "Oh, good! You are already prepped for your favorite pose!" She smiled down at my erection "Let's begin shall we?" She patted me on the bum and walked back to her seat. There was nothing more to say after that. I placed my hands behind my head raising my elbows and bent my knee as the students scribbled away on their canvases. It was the usual experience, same lustful gazes, same occasional giggles and pointing, and same illicit whispering that somehow drifted up for my ears to hear. I cannot believe I agreed to do this for longer. To keep myself hard, all I had to do was glance over at Bridget who never failed to enjoy watching my nudity the most.

As class came to an end, I relaxed myself but didn't try to cover up again since Sands walked up to me to stand by my side as she addressed the students. "Everyone, before I let you go I have a very important announcement. As you might be aware, today is Professor Finn's last day as our model," there was a sad groan coming from almost every student present. Delia raised her hands, "but fear not. As it turns out, Professor Finn had such a wonderful time as our model he has decided to extend his stay!" There was a sudden loud cheering among the students now that they learned I wasn't going anywhere. It felt a little heavy announcing the news of me staying on as their nude model. The students' reaction really made it feel grotesquely official but at the same time some small, deep, secret, fraction on me felt a little bit flattered. Even though I was just posing naked as a piece of meat to them, did all these students really like having me around so much? If only they felt this way when I was clothed.

A smiling Bridget in the front row raised her hand, "Delia, how long will Professor Finn's extension be?"

Ah, there was the million dollar question. I was hoping to find that out myself. Good work Bridget. How long do I have to endure this ongoing humiliation until Delia and Dean Ostendi find someone to take my place?