Just a few, but you have a hard time adjusting

You hold court in the hallway for the better part of the period, adjudicating a number of greater and lesser dilemmas.

Some of the girls are just overly cautious, making absolutely certain that they're within code. You notice that, predictably enough, most are trying to cover as much as possible with coats and dresses, and those who are half-naked tend to expose their top half rather than the bottom. It makes sense enough; breasts are generally seen as marginally less private than actual genitals. As a proud ass man, though, you're pleasantly surprised to see how many of your classmates wear thongs on any given day.

Others have questions you'd anticipated: pregnancy and periods do not warrant exceptions; necessary medical equipment does not count as a garment; wearing shoes without socks does not entitle you to a second garment. But there are quite a few that you never would have thought of. Are pantyhose considered socks or leggings? Can pasties be worn as jewelry? Where do morphsuits and onesies fall?

You try to err on the side of sexy (leggings, yes, and show me that skin, respectively), but practicality and sympathy wins out a time or two. Leanne Camden, whose family is especially poor, heard what you said to Maggie and is worried that her bush is thick enough that she won't be allowed to wear anything else.

"I, uh, I don't know how I could trim it," she nearly whispers in embarrassment, tears welling in her eyes. "C-Can I just keep my jeans on and cover it up?"

"Of course, Leanne," you nod as she pulls off her worn out t-shirt. While you are legitimately moved with pity, this is actually what you'd had in mind all along. "The bush only matters if you choose to expose it. Remember, this new policy is all about encouraging body positivity. We want you to show off what you want to show off."

"Thank you, Michael!" Leanne beams, pressing her perky tits against your chest with a grateful topless hug which you return a little awkwardly, unsure of where to put your hands on her bare back. Her skin is soft and smooth, and she's skinny enough that you can feel her stretched ribs without much pressure at all. Her face is buried against your neck, so you can't help but smell her hair, which is surprisingly sweet like honey.

Leanne finally lets go, thanks you one more time, and hurries back to class. You suddenly realize that you're alone in the hallway; Leanne was the last one waiting to see you. You also realize just how uncomfortably hard your dick is, having stared intently at a parade of your classmates' tits, asses, and pussies for the past half hour. You need some release ASAP, and you've got the perfect rule in mind to get it.