He offers guidance - of a sort.

Nat arrives at the guidance counselor's office and takes a seat in the waiting area. She's nervous for this conversation - she wants to get into college, and she knows that this man is one of the people who can tell her how to make that happen. She shifts in her seat, waiting to be called in. Are her grades from high school good enough? Should she take more extra curricular activities? She doesn't really have much going on right now...hopefully this man will help her sort out her future.

The door opens suddenly, and a girl staggers out. Her short, dark bob is slightly mussed and her eyes are glassy. More to the point, she's topless, and the button of her jeans is undone. The girl wipes a bit of something white and sticky from the edge of her mouth, looks at it, sighs, and walks away, licking the back of her hand dejectedly. As Nat stares after her{if Sluttery < 40} in horror{elseif Sluttery < 60}, perturbed{elseif Sluttery < 80}, a twinge of longing in her core{else} hungrily{endif}, a voice calls, "Come in!" With {if Sluttery < 40}some trepidation{elseif Sluttery < 80}a mix of fear and intrigue{else}mounting excitement{endif} Nat rises, smooths her {if Prude_Clothes=true}skirt{elseif Normal_Clothes=true}shorts{elseif Slut_Clothes=true}dress{endif}, and enters the office.

A tired-looking man of Chinese descent is sitting behind the desk, popping a pill into his mouth and taking a swig of water from a water bottle. The nameplate reads, "Mr. B. Hwang." His hairline is receding slightly, but his eyes when they connect with Natalie standing awkwardly in the doorway are still sharp. "Ah, Miss..." He pauses to consult a schedule on his computer. "Miss Pierce. Come on in. I'm Mr. Hwang.{if Slut_Clothes=true} Nice dress.{endif}"

{if Slut_Clothes=true}"Oh, thanks!" she says brightly. {endif}"Nice to meet you." She sits down in one of the two chairs across from his desk as Hwang gets up and closes the office door.

"So, this meeting shouldn't be too long - twenty minutes or so, maybe half an hour," he says, business-like. "There's two big orders of business: school pictures for the online directory and yearbook, and our orientation meeting to make sure you're adjusting ok, discuss your goals, and so on. Which do you want to do first?"

Natalie shrugs. "Pictures, I guess? I didn't realize that was today...I would've dressed up more. Are you a photographer?"

"I'm good enough," he says with a little snort as he gets a camera out of his desk. "Go ahead and undress, then."

{if Sluttery > 90}"Oh, sure," Natalie says breezily. Standing up, she {if Prude_Clothes=true}shimmies out of her skirt and blouse, then drops her bra and panties carelessly on top of the chair{elseif Normal_Clothes=true}unbuttons and divests herself of her shirt, then her shorts, before stripping off her underwear and dropping it casually onto the chair{elseif Slut_Clothes=true}pulls her dress off over her head breezily, tossing it aside and then slipping out of her thong{endif}. "Should I take my shoes off?"

"Nah, they won't be in the picture," he says.

{elseif Sluttery>50}"Uh...what?" Nat asks, blinking in surprise.

"Get undressed," Hwang says, sounding impatient. "Come on, this is for official documentation, for Christ's sake. Hurry up."

"Ok...I guess..." Natalie stands and, trying not to be too self-conscious, {if Prude_Clothes=true}pulls her skirt and blouse off, then strips off her underwear and puts the whole pile on the chair{elseif Normal_Clothes=true}unbuttons her shirt and shorts, slides both off, then - after just a moment's hesitation - takes off her bra and panties, putting the whole pile on her chair{elseif Slut_Clothes=true}pulls her dress over her head, hanging it from the back of her chair before stepping out of her thong and placing it neatly on top{endif}.

{else}"Um...w-what?" Nat asks, blanching slightly.

"Get undressed," Hwang says, sounding impatient. "Come on, this is for official documentation, for Christ's sake. Hurry up."

"Um...do I...have to?"

"Yes. We need a full suite of pictures. Get going, girl, I don't have all day."

"O-Ok, I guess..." Natalie stands and reluctantly {if Prude_Clothes=true}slides her skirt down over her hips, stepping out of the pooled garment before pulling her blouse over her head. She feels ludicrously self-conscious about her sensible tan bra and plain white underwear, but - after a stern nod from him - pulls them off too, putting the whole pile on her chair{elseif Normal_Clothes=true}unbuttons her shirt. Her hands shake slightly and she fumbles the buttons, making Hwang click his tongue in impatience. Finally she gets it undone and takes the shirt off, then unfastens her shorts and pulls them off. She hesitates just a second then - when he nods sternly - pulls off the cute black bra and panties she's been wearing, collecting the whole thing into a pile on her chair{elseif Slut_Clothes=true}grasps the hem of her dress. With shaking hands, she takes a deep breath and pulls it over her head. The whole thing feels ridiculous, now - she wanted people to think she looked sexy and now here she is, in the guidance counselor's office, naked instead. She pulls her red thong off and drops both it and the dress onto her chair{endif}.{endif} She stands there naked, {if Sluttery > 90}legs spread and hands on her hips, smiling confidently{elseif Sluttery > 70}affecting nonchalance{elseif Sluttery > 50}arms wrapped around her waist to not-quite-cover but definitely support her breasts, securing herself{elseif Sluttery > 30}draping one arm would-be casually over her breasts and letting the other hand drift over her crotch{else}one arm desperately trying to cover her tits while the other shields her crotch{endif}. She can feel Mr. Hwang's eyes rove over her body briefly, {if Sluttery > 70}and she revels in it{elseif Sluttery > 40}feels a twinge of heat in her core at the attention{else}and she squirms under his gaze{endif}.

"{if Sluttery < 41}Relax, girl. Just do what you're told," he says dryly. "{endif}All right, just come over here to the picture zone." He points her to a large clear area next to a wall with a large ruler decal running up it.

"Huh. I thought these were only for mug shots," Nat comments as she crosses to it.

"They have other uses." Hwang frowns as Natalie steps up to it and turns to face him, back against the wall. "No, no - on your knees. What would we need your standing height for?"

"Oh...{if Sluttery > 80}that makes sense! Sorry,{endif}" Nat {if Sluttery > 80}laughs and {endif}drops carefully to her knees on the carpeted floor.

"First shot's face," Hwang says. "Open wide and stick your tongue out a bit." Natalie complies. "That's it...yep, just like you're seeing a big, juicy cock coming..." {if Sluttery > 60}Nat {if Sluttery < 80}subconsciously {endif}stretches her mouth wider. {endif}The camera shutter clicks several times rapidly. "Great. That's set. Next, tits. Arms up over your head." {if Sluttery < 75}Blushing {if Sluttery > 60}slightly{else}furiously{endif}, {endif}Nat raises her arms up, letting her breasts swing free. Hwang crouches in front of her, zooming in as the shutter clicks away. "Good...good...keep your arms up, I need the side view." He scuttles around to one side and takes a few more from there. "Great. Just one shot left: presentation. Here." He reaches out a hand and helps Natalie to her feet. "So what you do is{if Sluttery > 75} - "

"Oh, I think I know," Natalie says with a laugh. Turning, she bends at the waist, trying to get as far over as she can. Reaching back, she grips her own asscheeks and pulls them apart slightly. She can feel how wet her cunt is as she spreads her stance slightly wider and the air moves over her. "Presentation, right?"

"You got it." Nat glances over her shoulder and smiles coquettishly at him as Hwang snaps a few more photos of her extremely on-display hindquarters. After a few seconds, he straightens up. "Ok! All done. You can put your clothes back on and sit down now."{else} turn, bend over so the top of your head is resting on the wall, spread your legs, and then reach back to pull your ass cheeks apart."

"W-What?" Nat gasps{if Sluttery > 60}, though she can't deny the idea of being so...deliciously exposed is making her a little wet{endif}.

"You heard me. Turn, bend, spread. No arguments, this is for a government ID system," Hwang says, sounding tired. "If you want to, feel free to jerk off a bit beforehand. Some girls like that, think it makes their pussy look more appealing. Shiny. Truth be told, the camera doesn't really pick it up."

Natalie swallows and turns slowly, bending at the waist until her head is resting against the wall. Taking a deep breath, she reaches back and grips her own ass, pulling gently to get some spread. She feels {if Sluttery > 60}exposed in a way that's both frightening and hot{else}horribly exposed, but Hwang doesn't touch her{endif}. The camera just clicks away behind her, and then Hwang says, "Ok! All done. You can put your clothes back on and sit down now."{endif}

Natalie {if Sluttery > 70}reluctantly{else}hastily{endif} puts her clothes back on, {if Sluttery > 40}trying to hide how wet the whole ordeal has made her{else}still flushed scarlet from her ordeal{endif}. As she sits in the chair again, she glances at the camera. "Do I get to...see them?"

"Oh, not until they're on the directory. The boys vote on which set to use; they should be up by the end of the next week." Nat {if Sluttery > 70}grins at the thought{elseif Sluttery > 40}shrugs and nods{else}blushes furiously, hanging her head,{endif} and Hwang leans forward, hands clasped on his desk. "So. Natalie. What are your goals for this year?"

"I want to finish Bridge and go to college," Natalie says promptly. Hwang's eyebrows shoot up in surprise.

"College, eh? That's ambitious. Unusual for a girl. Not a bad thing, of course{if Intellect > 70}, especially if you can get your grades up just a bit{elseif Intellect > 85}, especially given that you have very solid grades, I see here{endif}." He clicks through some things on his computer screen. "Are you sure that's what you want, though? You've got a very nice body, I'm sure you could make some guy happy as a sex toy. Or even a wife, though I admit most guys your age aren't thinking that way." He chuckles. "Still, lots of college dorms come with girlfriend cages these days...and you'd get to go to a college that way without having to do nearly as much work."

"N-No," Nat stammers, {if Sluttery > 70}sticking to her guns although the idea of being some college boy's sex toy, locked in a cage in his dorm room all day, has caused a rush of blood to her cunt{elseif Sluttery > 40}thrown by the direct crudeness of his language{else}blushing furiously and squirming in her seat{endif}. "I want to go...under my own steam."

Hwang shrugs. "Suit yourself. But like I say, it's very difficult. Lots of girls come here every year and tell me they want to be college girls - most of them end up bouncing on some boy's cock before the semester's out, let alone the year. I'm not sure why I should think you're any different,{if Intellect > 70} despite your fairly decent grades,{elseif Intellect > 85} even if your grades are very good,{endif} and frankly I don't tend to waste my time on delusional girls anymore."

Nat twists her hands in her lap, thinking furiously. I have to convince him to help me! But...how? How do I show him I'm not like other girls, that he should support my college bid?