The professor strips Naomi right away

"Ah yes," the professor walked over to Naomi and then unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, "I've selected you for the test," before pulling down on her jeans and panties, exposing her neatly trimmed bush before Naomi pulled her shirt down to cover her now-exposed crotch in a panic.

"What the fuck?!" Naomi tried to step back from this perverted professor.

"Read the syllabus," the professor reminded her, "bottom of the back page."

Naomi put her backpack down to the ground and took the syllabus out of it, putting it on the desk and bending over to read what the professor said. Meanwhile, the professor took ample opportunity to slide Naomi's bottoms all the way off, as well as relieve Naomi of her shoes and socks, leaving her in only her t-shirt and bra.

"Once in a while, I reserve the right to undress a student of the class, and require their continued nudity throughout the semester, in order to test their social and emotional bonds with their peers. This nudity requirement extends outside of class, and indeed outside of campus - being the student and being caught with clothes on is grounds for failing the course!!!!!!" Naomi read the sentence aloud in shock, not noticing the professor's hands slide up inside her shirt to unclasp and take her bra.

The professor had, admittedly, written that sentence as a goof and for the shock value to the student, and had never actually followed through with it in the twenty years of teaching the class. However, Naomi's beauty had stirred something inside, and created a compulsion to follow through with this ludicrous proposition.

"Professor, you can't do this!" Naomi put the syllabus down and turned to face the professor.

"Well, I guess I can!" the professor grabbed the hem of Naomi's t-shirt and pulled up, managing to pull it over Naomi's head despite her resistance and struggle, and leaving Naomi completely naked to her horror. "If you don't like it, you'll just have to drop the class!"

"I guess I will, then!" Naomi responded indignantly in nothing but a hand bikini, "now give me my clothes so I can go to Administration."

"You haven't dropped the course yet, I'm afraid," the professor grinned, "and I wouldn't want you to get an F in your first semester."

"Whatever, fuck you!" Naomi put her backpack on and flipped the bird to the perverted professor, starting her streak across the quad to Administration while the professor smirked packing Naomi's clothes with the other class materials.