The Class

“HUMAN MALE ANATOMY” the sign on the door read. As girls filed into the crystalline auditorium, they saw a peculiar sight. The diamond kingdom was a place of magic, and could only be accessed through certain portals, hidden rituals, or the power of a Princess of Diamonds. Many of the girls were Princesses themselves, though about a quarter of them were the eternally young denizens of the Kingdom.

All of them, though, were young women. None of them had ever seen a man in the Kingdom, and none of the Diamond citizens had seen a man at all. Victoria explained that she had special permission from the Queen for this lesson to bring him in for demonstration purposes. If the queen had a weakness, it was her desire to educate both herself and others.

Sam stood at the front of the auditorium. He was wearing a blank white T-Shirt and some nicer gym shorts, but his feet were bare. On a shimmering crystal board behind him, Victoria had written “Prof. Sam Winters” though Sam felt less like a professor and more like a zoo exhibit.

In the front row sat Victoria. Sam had been caught up with the hectic past few days and hadn’t really registered much about her appearance, but now was eager to get his mind off his own body. She had long dark hair, dimples, and was tall, about six feet. Her body was slightly on the thin side, but her breasts were a pleasant B cup.

Sam felt himself getting slightly turned on and decided quickly to change his focus. The walk here had been fascinating. If circumstances had been different, he would have felt honored to see the beautiful vistas the Kingdom had. The pale blue and soft gold crystals of the castle’s study only seemed to get more detailed the longer they were examined. And the study building was, he felt, an inadequate name for a building larger than any school he had ever seen.

Sam was jolted back to reality as the last of the girls filed in. He cleared his throat.

“Welcome to Male Anatomy, I’ll be your instructor for this one-day course. You may call me Professor, or Mr. Winters.” He had decided that before he got in. Requiring the students to use a professional term to address him would hopefully keep the environment respectful toward himself. Victoria, in the front row, raised no objections, and to his surprise he saw most of the girls quickly scribble a short note or two in their notebooks.

He continued “This course will be basically an extended object lesson, with my body as the object. The way it will be laid out is that I will begin in this T-shirt and shorts, as you see, and we will go top to bottom, with all visible parts of my body. After we finish there, I’ll remove my shirt, and go over all the new areas there, and then the same with my sh-shorts. Does anyone have a question about that?” More note taking. A girl raised her hand. “Are there any questions that are off limits?”

Sam paused and took a breath. “I may decline to answer personal questions that don’t have to do with our subject matter, like where I live or any past or current relationships I’m involved in.” He hesitated. “But any question about my body, or male bodies in general I will answer to the best of my ability.”

There was some murmuring, and Sam thought he could hear a giggle or two, but he pressed on.