It all feels so surreal, like a graver dream, but instead it’s a full fledged nightmare. You’re stuck naked with only a suitcase to protect your modesty with. You’re also stuck with your thoughts as you wait helplessly for this your guide to come find you. You wonder why you accidentally signed up for an all woman’s college so easily, and the fact that you didn’t get rejected must’ve been a cruel joke pyed upon you by some twisted god.

  Due to your nudity, you are acutely aware of every small sensation. You feel your toes touching the inside of your socks, your own source of fabric on your body unfortunately. You feel the leather of the suitcase against your erection, creating a discomforting but oddly addictive feeling. You hate to say that you might like this feeling, but that would be crazy. You feel the concrete wall against your butt as you lean back, feeling every bump and imperfection against your fatty rear.

  Your face is covered in a red flush and your forehead is dripping with nervous sweat as you look everywhere for your tour guide. You pinch your bare thigh in hopes of waking up from a bad dream, but as all this does is give you a stinging pain.

  “I can’t believe this is happening…” You think to yourself. You close your eyes and disassociate, taking several deep breaths as you try and ignore your nude predicament for as long as you can until your guide comes around.

  But as you close your eyes, a voice suddenly calls out to you, taking you back into reality. You practically jump off of the wall and stumble forward with surprise! Your feet slip from underneath you, causing you to fall and crash into someone!

  You shake your head and lift yourself up off of this person. You open your eyes to see a young woman, maybe in her early 20’s looking up at you. She has light brown hair and brown eyes behind a pair of circur gsses. She’s wearing the same uniform as everyone else you’ve seen with a moderately sized skirt.

  You and this woman’s gaze slowly fall down to your pelvis, where your erection is poking at this woman’s stomach! Now you and this woman blush at such an awkward situation, but instead of mild amusement, you want to curl up in a ball and lock yourself in a room for as long as it takes for you to forget about this ever happening!

  What’s worse is that the tip of your cock is slick with pre-cum, much to your surprise and horror, so now your fluids stains this poor woman’s shirt, and you can’t help but feel incredibly sorry and humiliated.

  You scramble onto your feet, quickly picking up your suitcase and covering your sopping wet shame from the gaze of this woman.

  “I-I’m so sorry Ma’am I-I didn’t mean to…” You begin to plead for forgiveness.

  “Oh, it’s alright sir, no need to apologize. Everyone makes mistakes, especially on their first day,” The woman says as she gets up from off the ground. She looks down at her shirt and tries to rub out the stain you caused, which unfortunately only makes it worse.

  “I-I swear I didn’t do that on purpose ma’am, it’s just… just…” You stammer, but get quickly interrupted by the woman once more.

  “Rex, McCoy, it’s no big deal. Besides, we got plenty of spare uniforms to change into in case of emergencies. Speaking of which, you look great sir, the uniform really fits you!” She says as she looks down at your shoes with a bright smile on her face.

  You don’t know if she’s being facetious or genuine with her compliment, so you simply reply with a “Thanks…” in a very dismissive tone.

  “I mean it sir, you look very handsome in your uniform. The administration were spot on with their choices with this once!”

  This compliment sends shivers down your spine, and embarrassingly enough it causes your penis to twitch against your suitcase. You lush at the fact that a simple compliment is turning you on already, but you can’t deny her words didn’t impact you a little bit.

  “My name’s Susan, I’m your tour guide for today!” Susan says as she holds out her hand. You reluctantly take your hand and shake hers. Her grip was firm around your hand, but it wasn’t an unpleasant firmness, like she was giving you a nice squeeze.

  “Now, if you may follow me to our first destination of the tour,” Susan says after the handshake. She turns on a dime and starts heading for the exit doors. You on the other hand stand completely still, your embarrassment preventing you from moving an inch. Susan notices this and turns around to face you once more.

  “Is everything alright, Mr. McCoy? Nervous?” Susan says in concern.

  “I-I mean, I’m naked! Of course I’m nervous,” You reply with a shaky voice.

  “I get that, really I do, but there’s nothing you should be worried about. Everyone already knows of your specific uniform anyways,” Susan expins.

  “Wait, they knew I was gonna be naked, even before I came?” You excim, cheeks a fiery red.

  “Yeah, of course. We sent out emails a week prior detailing your arrival. We’ve taken great care in making you feel as comfortable here as possible Mr. McCoy!” Susan expins.

  The fact that every single woman you’ve pass by today knew of your fate the moment you walked in delivers a whole swarm of butterflies into your stomach. They were all anticipating, no, eagerly waiting for you to end up naked. This piece of information sends a sense of dread to your very core.

  “Now come on! The tour should’ve started an hour ago!” Susan says as she takes your hand, forcing you to walk with her down the hall. If you weren’t almost frozen in embarrassment, you’d try to escape from her grasp, but instead you walk behind her out of the building and outside for everyone to see!

  Susan and you practically fly out of the entrance doors and nd outside on the concrete pathway. You feel the sun beat down on your bare skin, shining on parts of your body that never get the time out in the sun. The warmth against your soft bare skin feels as if you are standing in front of a heater with how warm you feel. But along with the warmth comes the cool breeze that blows through your legs and down the sides of your body. It feels incredibly odd with the combination on warmth and cold on your nude body, especially since these feelings are only amplified due to your predicament.

  You regain your bance and soak in the sun and feel the breeze against your back, but soon after you realize everyone is staring at you with eyes of either disgust or intense lust! Your eyes frantically look around everywhere except the eyes of the women around you, your embarrassment physically preventing you from staring back at them.

  Everything goes quiet as you stand there on the sidewalk like a deer in headlights, with your suitcase firmly held up against your junk as everyone stares at your bare chest and covered privates.

  “Don’t stop now Mr. McCoy, the tour begins now!” Susan says as she stands behind you, gently nudging you forward as you stand more still than a statue. If it wasn’t for her, you’d be stuck in freeze mode, unable to fight or flight out of such an embarrassing situation you’ve found yourself in.

  The two of you walk down the path and through several waves of students either sitting around minding their own business or women who came out specially to see you and your nude body. Susan stays close to you, holding your bare shoulder with a firm grip as she begins talking about the university.

  “So, West Corksview’s All Women’s University has been around for some time now. We’ve been operating for about 100 years up to this point, and hopefully another 100 more!” Susan says.

  You’re minds is too all over the pce to really listen to what Susan is saying to you. You imagine what she’s talking about is interesting, but obviously you have more on your mind than just university trivia. You feel exposed as you walk down the path with not a stitch on you, but for some reason you still feel aroused in an odd way. Each step sends goosebumps up and down your legs and you feel your erection twitch against your suitcase every couple of seconds. This sensation is odd, especially since you’ve never considered yourself much of a sensitive person bodily before.

  Instead of Susan’s spiel, you manage to hear the women around you talking about you, the new center of attention on campus. Everyone to those studying in the grass to pying games with friends have something to say as you walk further down the path.

  “Damn, I really thought that Email was a prank or something but… wow…”

  “My go I can’t believe something like this is happening here of all pces! Man did I luck out.

  “I can’t believe they let some naked man attend this pce? I bet someone in administration is a huge perv.”

  “Honestly, I’d tap! But maybe I’d get a better idea if I could see what’s behind that luggage of his…”

  All of their comments generates a warmth hotter than the sun from within your very core. This warmth makes your stomach churn, like a whole school of butterflies are fluttering around in your stomach. Your legs feel weak and shaky, like they were made of jello.

  Your legs feel think it can’t possibly get worse than this, being ogled at by hundreds of women as they comment on your nude body, but suddenly you feel a sharp pain against your left ass cheek!

  “Yeeep!” You mutter out as you feel someone sp your rear, leaving a small red mark on your cheek and a stinging pain. You freeze in pce, brain shut down and in a frenzy, but you manage to see who spped your ass.

  A woman with long, dark brown hair rides by past you on a skateboard. She fshes you a small smile before taking off down the walkway, leaving you and everyone else speechless.

  “Hey Hey! Get back here!” Susan yells, trying her best to catch up with the ass spping culprit but as her skateboard makes it difficult for Susan to catch up. She melts into the sea of students, leaving Susan out of breath and looking frantically for her.

  “I’m… so sorry Sir. If you want we can try and ID her and see where we can go from there, okay? Do you want that?” Susan says with concern.

  “N-N-No no, i-it’s fine Ma’am…” You nervously reply, unsure how to even respond to such a question.

  “Are you sure McCoy? What she did was totally against campus policy,” Susan replies, holding her hand out and grabbing your shoulder once more.

  “I-I’m sure, thank you though…” You reply.

  You feel conflicted, as obviously you feel vioted, but what are you even suppose to do that this point? Stop her from spping your ass? That’s the least of your concerns at this point, and with how out in the open your rear is, you can’t help but understand why she did it. Besides, the st thing you wanna do is make enemies with students in day one by having this girl get reprimanded, even if you feel as if she deserves it.

  “O-Okay? But seriously, if anyone touches you without your consent like that again, please tell someone about it. We want to make your time here as comfortable as possible, McCoy,” Susan says with a more serious tone.

  “Yeah, t-thanks…” You meekly reply.

  “Alright… then let’s continue on with the tour then!” Susan says, going back to her sunny attitude, it a bit hesitantly.

  Susan then takes you all across campus, introducing you to the outside of every building, including the library, lecture hall, several food spots, and student buildings. It dawns on you that this campus is far bigger than advertised, which makes you feel a unique sense of dread knowing you’ll have to walk outside naked for long periods of time. Hopefully you can find yourself some sunscreen, hopefully.

  As you and Susan start your finish up the tour, you find yourself trailing two women. Instead of walking past them, you and Susan decide to just slow your pace, especially since you’re already so close to your final destination.

  But when your eyes begin to drift down at the ground, your sight quickly locks onto the women’s asses. You notice how short their skirts are, practically mooning you and showing off their less than modest underwear.

  You watch unabashedly as their ass cheeks bounce with each step, being solely contained by their cy bck and red thongs that they are intentionally or not fshing you.

  You feel your erection tighten against your suitcase, not only making you more worked up than you already were, but most definitely leaving a cum stain on your recently purchased luggage.

  You feel almost bad, perverted as you stare down at their butts and up their skirts. You feel like a sick man, but the remember just how much worse you have it, being stared at as you’re made to walk around in the buff. You know this doesn’t justify being a creep, but at least you can get even with them, and by the looks of the women here you’re getting a better deal when it comes to women to look at. You swear every woman you’ve met today looks like a runway model. It’s just unfortunate that comparatively you look like just your average Joe.

  Eventually, you and the two hot dies split ways, leaving you and Susan at your st tour spot, the dorms! You look up at the dorm building, a dark maroon color featuring floors that go up several stories. From the outside looking in, you can tell the pce must be expensive to manage, but surely amazing to live in. If it weren’t for your permanent nudity you’d actually feel excited.

  “Lastly, here’s the dorms! This is where you’ll unwind and live for the next 4 years! We have 6 floors, with the second floor being the lounge, with tons of games and entertainment for you to enjoy if you wish! I believe you’re dorm number is 99,”

  “A dorm! Finally a pce to crawl away and hide…” You excim in your head. As much as the lounge sounds fun, part of you would hate to spend even a second there in your state of dress.

  “Before you go, here’s a checklist for things to do before your year officially starts!” Susan says, handing you a piece of paper with a to do list on it. “If anything, it’ll at least give you a bit more cover now won’t it, hehe,” Susan jokes with you, leaving you blushing but nervously ughing along with her.

  “T-Thanks…” You say, taking her advice literally and using the paper to cover your ass. It isn’t much, but at least you have some kind of coverage.

  “If you have any questions, please contact me or anyone else on staff!” Susan says before giving you a tender hug. You blush as you feel her arms wrap around your bare back

  “Stay safe, and I’d advise against staring at dies butts for now, don’t wanna work yourself up too much,” Susan whispers to you, leaving you speechless and covered in crimson blush.

  Not long after, she walks away, leaving you alone in front of the dorm building with nothing but your suitcase and a piece of paper covering your behind.