Everything. Now.

“Okay, I’ll start, but first we need to set some rules—” Evelyn said.

“Nope, first you need to strip. Everything, Evie.”

Evelyn flushed. This was going way too fast. “Wait, I can’t do that—”

“Well, you’d better try or I’m going to bring the nurse back in, and I doubt he shares your particular view on modesty.” Ori retorted. He figured that giving anything up at the beginning would only make his job harder later.

“Fine! Look, I’m starting,” Evelyn said, and true to her word she quickly stripped off her sweater.

“I just think we should set some common—” she pleaded before being cut off.

“I don’t want to hear another word out of you until you’re naked, okay? Then we can talk. But you knew that you would have to do this.”

It was true. She had heard Mr Robin talk about how this was about “Female Anatomy” enough to know that they were going to get into her feminine parts. But Ori didn’t have to be such a jerk about it. She could tell that Ori was caught up in hormones and his idea of dominance, so he wasn’t actually _trying _to be mean. But this was so, so hard for her.

She took off her pants with the same quickness as her sweater, but then she realized that she had completely forgotten her shoes. So, she took those off with her pants pooled at her ankles, bending at the knees so that Ori wouldn’t get any ideas. Being in socks at school was weird. She supposed it should be less weird than sandals, but it wasn’t. Already down to her underthings (and fearful of anything else she would have to expose), she looked to Ori with pleading eyes, but followed his command not to say anything.

Ori started rotating around her. Evelyn was quite the fetching sight, now standing in only a matching set of dark green bra and boyshort panties, plus socks. Though trying to ignore his stares, she could tell his attention was focused on her lower body. She was relatively proud of this part of her; her skinny thighs ending in a shapely but not excessive roundness at her hips; a normal, healthy shape.

To Ori there was nothing normal about this though. He took his time evaluating her taut thighs, her soft skin encasing shapely muscle. He circled her not once but twice, becoming ever more fixated on the things he still couldn't see. His eyes brushed over the junction of her thighs, her vulva just barely pushing the fabric outward. Her butt was a more bulbous story, giving the fabric plenty of shape as it traced its way around her curves and into the shadowed junction beneath.

Now content he had a full 360-degree image of her partially denuded form saved in his brain, Ori didn’t even have to tell her to continue, instead giving her a gesture.

Evelyn didn’t bother to fight it any longer. With her ability to beg and barter taken away, she knew her only choice was between striping herself and having Ori and the nurse do it. And she _definitely _knew which of those she preferred.

Evelyn rolled the sports bra up and off, being careful to at least cover her nipples. With the way things were going, she doubted Ori would let her have any sort of decency, but she just couldn’t bring herself to exhibit so freely, without being specifically ordered.

Ori took the bra from her and put it out of reach with her other clothes. “Obviously that’s not happening, hands down,” he commanded.

The fact that she knew it was coming didn’t make her feel any braver. She reluctantly released her hands from her breasts, showing Ori what she had on offer up top. Her mammaries were modest, as Ori had predicted. They sloped down gently from the top and were just small enough not to overlap her chest on the bottom, rising in a shape more conical than spherical. Her nipples were lovely — slightly long, pert nubbins tipping off medium-sized deep-red areolae.

Ori guessed she was a B cup, and decided he wanted her to tell him rather than to look at her bra, so he said, "what size are they?"

“I thought I wasn’t allowed to speak?” she stalled in an annoyed voice.

“Hey, watch your tone. You can only answer my direct questions,” he clarified.

"32B," she said simply, feeling humiliated at having to tell him a simple number that so much of her desirability was wound up in. She was proud of her boobs, and she didn’t really feel she was lacking, but she knew that most boys preferred at least a C cup.

"Ahh, that's okay. I prefer smaller anyways," he said with a grin, once again changing the context from lesson to show and humiliation. Evelyn tried not to let that comment make her more insecure.

“And finally…” he indicated.

She really did not want to show him her pussy. Her breasts at least felt somewhat nonsexual; according to evolution, they were primarily for babies, not mates. But her pussy was a different story. It was only for two things: peeing, and sex. And it was formed in the exact shape to attract a mate as aggressively as possible, trying to lure them (him) in to have sex with her. She decided she would rather be a sexless barbie doll right now.

Evelyn's moment of truth had come. Ori was about to visually fuck her and there was nothing she could do about it. She closed her eyes and then did as asked, slowly, a blush deeper than she had known in her life reaching from her forehead to the tops of her breasts. She sniffled and her eyes welled up slightly, just enough to shed a tear. But she knew that Ori wouldn't really hurt her, which helped.

Trembling, she closed her eyes and put one thumb into the waistband of her panties and started the slow trip downward. Once they were off, she bent at the knees to pick them up, and regretfully handed them over.

Ori, for his part, did not close his eyes — much to the contrary. He was very excited to see what her pubic region looked like. How would her pubic hair be styled? How would her lips look? He planned on going very in-depth, just as the nurse had suggested he should.

Evelyn trimmed her public hair, leaving a triangular tuft of tawny fur almost thick enough to obscure what was underneath. Again, Ori would have preferred something more explicit, but he had to admit that it was a cute look anyway. Her fur was a great accent on her otherwise hairless body, accentuating that this part wasn't for viewing. Plus, it looked delectably animalian — her bush was aesthetically chaotic and even feisty, as opposed to the smooth, gentle lines of the rest of her body.

After getting a good look, Ori turned his attention to her panties. He held them out, examined them, and then took a sniff. They didn’t actually smell like much – just a slight musk over detergent – but the idea was very titillating.

Evelyn muttered, "oh god." To her, this was just as much an invasion of privacy as him looking at her pussy directly. He had her scent, such an animal thing, and there was nothing she could do about it.

Focusing back on the girl in front of him, Ori realized that he couldn’t actually see much detail between her legs, but if he really strained he could he her outer lips held slightly apart, just a flirtatiously small amount of pink flesh poking out between them. He leaned down to try to get a better look in between her lips. He wasn’t going to touch her yet, but he would be damned if he didn’t walk right up to that limit.

Evelyn, eyes open again, felt incredibly objectified by Ori's decision to try to look up her legs. 'Is this all I am, a vagina to excite a boy?' she questioned, felling grosser by the second. But then she was hit with a more serious thought, 'Certainly any touching would be considered cruel, right?'

He raised himself and circled again, appraising her ass. He decided she had a very good bottom. Fit, but not so tight as a runner's, he could tell that there was some bounce to it.

"Do you work out?" he asked, more to break the silence than anything.

Evelyn briefly considering not answering, instead simply saying, "not really."

She sounded dejected, and Ori finally did feel a little bad for her. He walked back to face her and tried to raise her spirits, saying, "hey, Evelyn, look at me."

"I know this is hard for you, but you're fucking sexy. There's nothing to be ashamed of." He lightly grabbed her neck, showing equal parts domination and friendly support.

She gasped, not expecting his touch, but felt slightly better. At least he wasn’t going to ridicule her body.

Later, she would admit that it was extremely arousing to be **** to show her pussy, ass, and breasts to him; to leave no secret of her body. It felt like Ori was evaluating every square millimeter of her for her sexual desirability, and she was helpless to stop it. She didn't even know what she would have to do after this. Really, it could only get worse.

Evelyn glanced at the clock. 'God, only fifteen minutes have passed. I don't even want to stand here for another hour, let alone be bossed around by him.'

Only then did she realize that, by his rules, since she was fully nude she could finally speak freely. “Okay, I stripped for you, but you can’t touch me,” she said quickly and firmly, trying to get some control over the situation.

“Nope, that’s not gonna work. I’m clearly allowed to.”

‘God, this just keeps going from bad to worse,’ Evelyn thought. She didn’t even know where to go from there.

“Do you mean I can’t masturbate you? You’re that self-conscious about your little moans, huh?” Ori teased.

She just wanted to curl up in a little ball. Even him talking about touching her there was too much for her to think about. And she didn’t like that he was so willing to tease her either. “Definitely not that,” she said.

“Say it to me then. ‘You can’t masturbate my little pussy because I’m too shy.’”

Whatever. If this was the cost of setting boundaries then so be it. “You can’t touch me there—”

“No, ‘masturbate my pussy.’”

“…masturbate my pussy because I’m too shy,” she finished in a completely deadpan voice. He could play his little games; Evelyn was just focused on getting through this.

“Alright, I think I can deal with that,” he said, softening a bit now that she seemed almost completely submissive to him.

“But I do have something else in mind…” he added.