The low hum of the engine behind you fills your eardrums as it rides away, leaving you and your suitcase at the front entrance of your next step in your educational journey. You look up to see a gate covered in pristine gold, spelling out the initials of the college

  “WCAWU”

  This city’s pride and joy, a private institution where the world’s smartest and most successful members of society were taught, and for some reason you got a full ride schorship to attend such a prestigious school. You can barely contain your excitement as your heart races. You never thought you’d end up here after high school, but your endless application sending worked out for you.

  Without hesitation, you enter campus with the golden gate opening on its own. The further you walk inside, the more you notice around campus.

  The tall, sprawling buildings covered in dark maroon brown and tan paint, the lush green ndscape of trees and bushes, and fellow students walking around campus with a mysterious look on their faces.

  You look around and notice everyone staring at you, looks of shock and slight amusement as they chuckle and sneer. The next thing you notice is the fact that everyone you've seen has been a woman, either your age or older, and they are all wearing a uniform. This uniform is maroon and tan just like the buildings around you. It’s made up of some kind of overshirt, a colred shirt underneath, and a skirt of various lengths. Some were as low as the girl’s ankles, but others were so short you swear you could see their butt cheeks poking out.

  “Must be a lotta smart dies in the big city, huh?” You thought to yourself. You tried your best to not look to hard at the women around you, cause the st thing you need is to be beled a creep on your first day.

  Besides the awkward stares and weird gender gap, you make your way to the main building where the website said you would need to go on your first day. You enter inside to see a lobby with a receptionist behind the counter to your left. You walk up to this receptionist, eager to start your day off strong!

  “Hello ma’am! The Name’s Heath McCoy,” You say with a small smile on your face.

  The receptionist looks up from her book with a look of confusion and shock, like she just saw something bizarre like a 3 headed chicken or affordable healthcare. You reply with a head tilt, confused about her odd reaction.

  The receptionist herself looks to be in her mid 20’s, closer to te 20’s by your guess. She has dark brown hair tied up in a bun and emerald green eyes. She’s wearing a tan turtle neck and a maroon dress skirt.

  “What are you—” The receptionist begins to say before being cut off by a pair of heels clicking against the ground.

  You and the receptionist look up to see an older woman walking down the lobby with pieces of paper in her hands. Her dark blue eyes immediately dart towards you as she gets closer.

  She has pitch bck hair with small streaks of grey flowing down her bob haircut. She’s wearing a maroon business suit with tan heels. Her height is staggering, being at least a foot taller than you.

  Once she gets only a couple feet away from you, she stops and looks down with a soft smile on your face.

  “I’ll take it from here Cheryl. As for you, Heath McCoy, follow me to my office,” The woman says with smooth, but commanding tone of voice. You feel almost compelled to follow her based on her voice alone.

  So you do, leaving the receptionist and walking further inside the building until you find yourself in this woman’s office. The pce is huge, with a moderately sized desk with two chairs in front of it in the middle of the room. Behind the desk is a rge window leading outside into the courtyard. Her desk is covered in papers, electronics, and a pque saying “Ophelia”

  “Take a seat McCoy, we have much to get through before we give you a tour of the pce,” Ophelia says to you as she walks past to get to her desk.

  You obliged, setting your suitcase aside as you sit down across from her. You wait in agonizing silence as Ophelia types away at her keyboard, unsure of what she’s doing and if it’s because of you.

  You twiddle your thumbs and tap your feet against the carpeted floor for what feels like minutes before Ophelia begins to speak.

  “Congratutions, Heath McCoy for attending this year at West Corksview All Woman’s University. Now, before we let you off with our tour guide, we need to get you situated, okay?” Ophelia says.

  “W-Wait, what did you say? This is an all woman’s university?!” You reply in surprise.

  “I see you finally figured it out. I’m surprised you haven’t noticed sooner,” Ophelia says with a small chuckle.

  You begin to panic. How did you accidentally apply for an all woman’s university? And how did you get accepted in the first pce? Questions begin to fly across your mind before Ophelia brings you back to earth.

  “Now, I know you must be asking why we’re allowing a man to attend this school. Simple answer is, we messed up. Someone or something let your application through our database, and it summarized that you would be a perfect fit here on campus,” Ophelia expins.

  “So wait, what does this mean? Am I gonna have to leave? W-What about my full ride?” You ask, panic seeping into your voice as your hopes and dreams start to wither away before your very eyes.

  “Why of course not! As the chancellor, I cannot allow such a mistake ruin your life and dreams, even if you aren’t technically allowed to attend. Your full ride schorship is still valid,” Ophelia crifies.

  You slump back in your hair, chest heaving as you feel relief wash over your body.

  “We have your dorm room, meal pn, and assistant all ready for you, but before all of that we need to address your uniform,” Ophelia says as she stands up from her chair, her tone of voice shifting drastically into a more serious tone.

  “I’m not gonna have to wear a skirt now am I?” You ask nervously.

  Ophelia let’s out a hearty chuckle to your question. You sit there, awkwardly waiting for her to finish ughing before she finally begins speaking again.

  “Of course not Mr. McCoy. Now, please stand behind the screen to your left.”

  To your left, a rge white screen descends from the ceiling all the way to the floor. You can’t help but feel nervous as you wonder what the screen is going to be used for. You stand up from your chair and walk behind the screen, away from Ophelia’s gaze.

  “Great, now disrobe everything off of you and then we’ll provide you with your uniform. And I do mean everything, we have a very strict dress code here Mr. McCoy!”

  “W-What?!” You reply.

  “Please, no questions at this moment, your tour guide is almost here,” Ophelia says.

  Your heart begins to beat at a million miles a minute. You were told to strip off everything you are wearing on your first day of university? It’s absurd, crazy even! But as you wonder why she is having you do this, you begin to rationalize it.

  “It’s no big deal right? She’s gonna give me a uniform anyways, so what’s the big deal, r-right?” You whisper to yourself.

  While you really don’t wanna strip naked, something in the back of your mind is telling you to throw all caution to the wind, going against your embarrassment at the notion of being naked in some random woman’s office.

  You take a couple deep breaths as you close your eyes, reassuring yourself that everything is fine. After a couple of minutes of you standing still and fiddling with your hands, you begin taking off all of your clothes. You quickly kick off your shoes and slide your socks off of your feet. The feeling of being barefoot is odd, especially with the carpet underneath you.

  Next you lift your shirt over your head, revealing your bare chest and ft stomach. You rub your abdomen, feeling the small and barely noticeable abs you wish you can say you have. It starts to feel cold around you, causing you to rub your bare arms to generate some kind of heat.

  Next, and most importantly, is your pants. As you undo your belt, your heart rate begins to rise, with your heart beating out of your chest like it’s going to break through your rib cage. You slowly and begrudgingly slide your jeans down your hairy legs until they pool around your ankles.

  You’re left in nothing but your calvin klein boxers, with a noticeable bulge in the front. Your cheeks glow red as you look down at your own erection, embarrassed by how already hard you are. For some reason you’re getting aroused by this odd situation, but it’s best for you to just ignore this strange feeling for now.

  You take your fingers and pce them inside your waistband. You struggle to pull your st form of clothing off, revealing your nude body to the elements for who knows how long. You manage to psych yourself up by pretending you’re not even naked, that you have a second pair of underwear underneath. This coping mechanism allows you to strip off your underwear, revealing your now fully erect six incher and a pair of bulbous balls dangling from your pelvis.

  You breathe rapidly as you realize you’re completely naked in some random office, but instead of freaking out, you feel a strange warmth from within your core. You try your best to not look down, lest you ruin the illusion that you still have a bit of coverage curtesy of your imagination.

  But this pretend modesty comes crashing down as you watch the screen fly back up into the ceiling, revealing your completely nude body to Ophelia, who’s holding naught but a pair of socks and shoes. You feel an intense biting all across your face as Ophelia looks down at your raging boner with an amused look on her face.

  “It seems someone is happy to see me,” Ophelia jests.

  Instinctively, you sp your hands down to cover your shame, trying your best to cover every inch of skin below the belt as you can. Your erection makes this difficult as you have to hold down your boner while hiding it at the same time.

  “Now quick Mr. McCoy, get your uniform on and then put your guide can walk you through campus and all of our activities here!” Ophelia says, her tone so flowery and happy sharply contrasted to the utter sense of embarrassment you feel in this moment. She hands you the pair of maroon shoes and tan socks before backing up and waiting for you to try them on.

  “-W-W-Where’s the rest of the uniform, ma’am?” You manage to mutter out of your mouth as your senses are set to overdrive.

  “What do you mean, McCoy? That is your uniform?” Ophelia says with genuine confusion.

  Your heart stops, looking down at the shoes now covering your junk you wonder, no beg if all of this is some kind of prank. There’s no way you’d be made to attend your 4 years of university in the nude, right? But as you stand there, motionless and waiting for Ophelia to surprise you with the rest of your uniform, nothing came except the watchful eye of the chancellor.

  “Now I know this may seem off, but you must understand McCoy, our budget is finely tuned and throwing in the production of a men’s uniform will destroy the bance in our budget, so me and the school board thought it was reasonable that you should attend campus in the nude. I mean, it would be unfair to allow you to wear whatever you wanted while the women of this university were still forced into their dress code standards. I hope you understand, McCoy!” Ophelia expins.

  But to you, all you hear is white noise as your mind races. You’re stuck naked, completely naked with only socks and shoes to your name while you attend this university. It sounds like the plot to some bad porno you would fap to, but it’s real, and all you can really do is follow her orders. You feel a burning shame in your heart as you try and put on your uniform shoes. You notice Ophelia staring down at you with a contempt smile on her face. All you want to do is shrivel up and crawl into a small hole for the rest of your days before spending another minute naked with this old dy watching your every move.

  Once you finally manage to put your socks and shoes on, you pce your hands down on your privates once more. Ophelia looks at you and says, “Now don’t you just look great, Mr. McCoy! I’m gd you are willing to cooperate with our dress code! Now, your tour guide should be coming soon, so why don’t you wait outside my office for her, okay?” Ophelia suggests, to which you feel even more embarrassed!

  “She wants me to leave her office butt ass naked?! This can’t get any worse, huh?” You thought to yourself.

  But with little options for you to choose except run, you do as you are told, but you grab your suitcase on your way out, which provides a good amount of coverage at least.

  “Oh, while you were changing I confiscated the rest of your clothes and provided you with some gifts. I know this adjustment is a bit strange, but I hope the first day gifts will make up for it!” Ophelia says, trying her best to cheer you up.

  “O-Okay…” You reply, unsure of how to even respond to having all of your clothes taken away.

  Ophelia can sense your embarrassment and overall tension. So she sits down in the chair and begins to speak with you one on one, ditching her formal flowery tone for a more down to earth voice.

  “Now I know Heath, this is going to be really embarrassing, but I promise we at West Corksview will try to make your experience here as comfortable as possible. Besides, I’m positive you’ll be real popur here, so don’t sweat it and enjoy yourself a bit,” Ophelia says with a small wink at the end, which causes your stomach to churn, but not in a bad way surprisingly. In the abyss of embarrassment and dread, her small little assurance speech gives you the tiniest bit of warmth that you need to motivate yourself to leave her office in the buff.

  Now outside Ophelia’s office, you lean up against the wall, suitcase covering your nude body and butt pressed up against the wall as you wait patiently and somewhat nervously for your tour guide to arrive…