You arrive at the City Mart

After about a 15 minute drive from campus, you finally arrive at the City Mart, a chain of city wide stores popular in the area. The chauffeur stops right at the entrance, and the side door pops open on its own.

“We’ve arrived at City Mart, Miss Chancellor.”

“Thank you, now come Mr. McCoy, we have a lot of shopping to do.” Ophelia says as she exits the vehicle.

You follow her out of the car and step out into the big city! You’re surrounded by towering skyscrapers, crowds of pedestrians, and slow moving cars. Every building is either a shop or a massive hotel and apartment complex. You take in the beauty of the architecture, sights wholly unfamiliar to you.

In front of you is the City Mart entrance, a yellow and black brick wall with a loud and obnoxious sign spelling out the name of the store. You’ve never been in one, but you’ve heard they’re massive on the inside.

You walk forward towards the entrance door, but as the limousine drives away, you are stopped by Ophelia.

“W-What’s wrong?” You ask as you stumble back.

“I need you to strip again for me.” She says bluntly.

You stay silent, stunned by her words as you take your time to process what she just said.

“B-B-But we’re not on campus?! I thought I could wear clothes while not on campus?!?” You say in a panic.

“This is true, but I’ll explain further once we head inside. Now come on, strip!” She says with a commanding tone.

You look around and see tens of hundreds of people, either walking away or towards you. You couldn’t possibly get naked with all these people watching right? You convince yourself this is insanity.

“N-No! I don’t want to!” You say, putting your foot down for once.

Ophelia looks down at you with a calm rage in her eyes, a rage that makes you feel smaller than you actually are. She walks up to you and grabs your shirt tightly.

“Do you really want to play these games with me, Mr. McCoy?” She says sternly, staring into your eyes and your soul.

Too stunned in fear to react, she yanks your shirt off with ease, leaving your chest exposed. As panic ensues and people begin looking on with confusion, she pulls your shorts down as well, causing you to fall flat on your ass on the sidewalk concrete.

The stinging pain you feel on your butt cheeks don’t compare to the sheer embarrassment you feel though as you’re left almost completely naked once again, this time in the middle of the city.

A crowd begins to form, looking down at you with your limp cock and balls fully exposed. You immediately cover your crotch with both hands and legs, but it’s hardly effective when you’re fully exposed from every angle.

“Why’s he naked? Did that woman just take his clothes?”

“Wait, isn’t that Ophelia? Doesn’t she own the college here?”

“Holy shit, I don’t want to be in that guys shoes right now!”

You’re left frozen in fear, humiliated beyond belief. All you can do is dissociate to drown out the crowds comments. You feel powerless, unable to even stand up with how embarrassed you feel.

“Stand up! You’re wasting time here that could be done shopping.” Ophelia stuffs your clothes into her purse before grabbing your arm and picking you up. Your hands are glued to your crotch as you desperately try to retain an ounce of dignity, but along with being dragged by Ophelia, you feel all semblance of pride leave your body.

You and Ophelia quickly enter the store, with the crowd of on lookers staying behind or leering at you from behind the glass doors.

The store was just as huge as you heard from others before, if not bigger. You see a vast array of people shopping and cash registers to your left.

Before Ophelia could drag you further into the store, a man wearing a bright yellow uniform stops you. He looks concerned as he can’t help but stare at your naked body.

“S-Sir, I need you to put on clothes this instant! You can’t be walking around our store naked!” The store manager says.

You can hardly get out a stammering string of words before Ophelia cuts you off. “By the contrary, he is required to be nude here per my request.”

“Okay? And you are?” He asks, seemingly frustrated by the insane situation.

“Patrica Magnolia Ophelia, owner and Chancellor of Magnolia’s University of outstanding Women, and 45% share holder in your company.” She explains with a dramatic flair.

“W-Wait, you’re the Ophelia?”

“Yes! And if you could excuse us, we need to do some shopping at your establishment.”

“W-Why of course, Mrs. Ophelia! B-But I still don’t understand why he has to be… erm… naked?” He asks in a nervous manner, not wanting to step on her toes.

“I’m disappointed you didn’t get my E-mail pertaining towards our new students particular circumstances regarding his dress code. I’m beginning to understand why you never replied back.”

“I-I’m so sorry, Mrs Ophelia! Please enjoy your stay, a-and thank you so much for your generous donations as of late, might I add!”

“Why of course. I’d do anything to help a family friend when they need it.” Ophelia replies.

Ophelia lets go of you and walks off, seemingly expecting you to follow her. You’re too stunned with shame to move your shaking legs. You couldn’t believe it, you must be in some kind of dream. But the feeling of your junk against your hands feels too real to be a dream. Your head feels dizzy, as if it’s being twisted off.

You look to your left to see the store manager looking at you, unsure of what to say or think as his eyes take in your fully nude form.

“Just… don’t do anything weird, okay?” He says before walking away.

“Come on Mr. McCoy! The faster we get this done, the quicker you can get dressed.” She says angrily. Her intimidating voice is enough for you to walk forward finally, but still you feel unprepared to walk around this giant store in nothing but socks and shoes.