About as well as you'd expect for college students.

Upon Jessie's arrival, her classmates began a wave of reactions to her nudity, ranging from shock, excitement, laughter, disgust, and, for a select few, confusion.

"Oh, my god, Jessie's naked!" exclaimed Marty Palmer, the boy sitting to Luke's immediate left.

"Jessie, what are you doing?!" demanded Ezra Shaw, who sat just behind where Benjamin usually sat.

"My god, her tits are fantastic..." mumbled Vanessa York, who sat right in front of Jessie.

"Does the carpet match the drapes, though? I can't tell..." complained Sasha Alphonse, the girl in the furthest corner of the room, complaining about Jessie covering her vagina with her book bag.

All the commotion caused Oakley to turn around to see what had the class in such an uproar, only for her to see Jessie Altman, one of her star students, standing before the entire class in her birthday suit.

"Oh, my goodness, Ms. Altman!!" She shouted in surprise. "Where are your clothes?!"

Jessie, face as red as a freshly picked tomato, clutched her book bag, even more **** to hide her pussy from her peers. "I... I don't... own any clothing... anymore..." she responded, eager to get to her seat get this class over with.

In Jessie's head, her mind was racing at a thousand miles an hour, wondering how she got herself into this mess, as well as wondering if the college would even allow Jessie to continue attending classes without any clothing to speak of.

Finally coming bacl to the real world, Oakley cleared her throat, and spoke.