College Week

The story I am going to tell you is absolutely true and would love to share it with you. I am not joking it is really a true story. Before that let me tell you people something about e. I am Sunitha. I finished my Gradutaion this year from kochi, Kerala India. I am 5’ 5” fair, and slim. I have a stats of 36C-26-38. My boy friend says I have a sweet ass. And would also like to say that I am not looking for people to fuck me. So please do not mail me regarding that. Just want to share my experience with you guys. The experience I am going to tell happened to me when I am was in 13th standard. My email is 

When I got to college on Monday, it was a pretty normal day, I thought. I was wearing a red plaid dress and a white blouse. It was a pleasant enough day for mid-September and partly cloudy. But when I got inside the front door, I had to push my way into a big crowd. I asked someone what was going on, but didn't have time to listen to their answer. "Sunitha Shenoy, right?" a guy said. I nodded, and he grabbed my arm and swept through the crowd with me. I didn't know who he was, but he took me to the principal's office. The principal met me at the door. The crowd was kept back a few feet from the door, but it was very loud. 

I didn't know him, I'd said "Hi" to him in the hallway, but I knew who he was, of course. I was surprised to find he knew who I was. "What's going on?" I asked him. "Hmm. Yes." He coughed, seeming a little nervous, but then smiled at me. "You've been selected, Miss Shenoy." 

"For what?" I was mystified. 

"We've had a change in policy for the college," he told me. "We're going to pick a few students each week. Here, this will explain further." He handed me a pamphlet. 

I glanced at it, then blushed; it had a picture of a nude man and woman on the cover. But the principal had given it to me... right in college... it seemed pretty weird. 

"You can review that later," he told me. "It explains a new program we have, where we will select a few students each week to attend college in the nude. You will not be permitted to wear any clothing this week during college hours, except shoes and socks if you wish. Could you please undress now?" 

I blushed very hard. "You want me to... to take off my clothes... right here?" 

"It's a mandatory program for you, Miss Shenoy. I can have a couple of gentlemen assist you if necessary to ensure your cooperation." He glanced behind himself. There were a couple of burly men waiting there. "You have 2 minutes as of now." 

I didn't have any choice, clearly. I gulped very hard and very nervously, but as quickly as I could manage, I started taking off my clothes. The crowd mostly cheered, aside from some of my best friends. No one stepped forward to help me. 

One of the burly guys stepped forward and began picking up my clothes. 

"Hey, where are you going with those?" I demanded wildly. 

"You won't be needing them," he told me. 

"You'll get them back at the end of the day, Miss Shenoy," the principal told me. "Please come to college appropriately attired for the rest of this week." 

"B-but..." I was terrified! "You said I could have my shoes and socks!" 

He nodded, and the burly man dropped them on the floor. 

"Go ahead and put them on if you wish," the principal told me, smiling, and I sat on a bench and did so. It didn't help at all, I had goosebumps all over. 

The principal looked at me unsympathetically. "There's a list of the other special rules for you in the back of the booklet," he told me. "Now, you'd better get to class. Have a nice week!" 

I dashed to the bathroom first, just to get away from the crowd, and sat in there reading the pamphlet. I read it through several times, feeling dizzy about it. The program was actually approved by the college board and the state! 

There was a list of rules, as the principal had mentioned. One was that I would be required to stay in public areas of the college, except for three bathroom breaks per day, of no more than 5 minutes. I'd have to use the boy's locker room for gym class. I wasn't allowed to cover myself with any type of clothing, books, a backpack, or even my hands during college; if I did so at any time, my hands could be tied or handcuffed behind me! 

"Come out of the bathroom now, Sunitha," the female assistant principal told me. I hastily flushed the toilet and came outside. Once again there were lots of cheers from the crowd of students. Including some of the girls. 

I had to try to move through the crowd to get to class. It was hard, because it seemed like everyone wanted to stare at me. I finally got there, but I was 10 minutes late. A few others followed me into class. 

"Hmm! I guess I can see the reason for the delay," the teacher said. It was algebra. I took my seat, getting only a little relief from staring eyes. There were less people in class, but most of them spent most of the class looking at me. My chair felt cold on my bare bottom. 

I read the brochure again during class. I had to cooperate with teachers who wanted to have me assist with instruction. That was going to come up in biology class, I was sure. I blushed, but read on. I was to consider myself on display for any student who wanted to examine me, and cooperate in letting them look me over. 


I jumped; the teacher was looking at me. "Yes, Mr. Kumar?" 

"Come up here, please." 

I walked nervously to the front of the class. 

"I was told we can have you help with classroom exercises." He smiled at me, not unpleasantly, but as interested in my status as the other students. 

"I guess so," I nodded, blushing. I heard a few titters. 

"We might as well, since everyone is looking at you anyway. Face the class, please." 

I did so. God, it was humiliating! 

"Does anyone have any suggestions of an algebra problem involving Miss Shenoy?" he asked. 

Half the class raised their hands, and Mr. Kumar had me write all of their suggestions on the white board. 

Calculate the volume of my breasts, and percentage of my total body mass Determine total mass of breasts among students in the college Number of hands which could feel my breasts, buttocks and inner thighs at once Coefficient of friction of my vagina Equations calculating how long it would take me to have sex with every boy in my grade, and in the college, based on different assumptions to be entered as variables Calculate distance from my lips to my throat, then based on statistics about penis sizes, determine how many boys in the college I could "deep throat" 

The suggestions were getting more explicit. Finally Mr. Kumar stopped taking them, and told each student to work on the problems. I had to remain in front of the class, and he measured my body himself to provide the data for their equations. 

Finally the class was over with. Again I had to venture into the hallway, where I was the subject of scrutiny as I struggled to pass through the crowd. 

I found out there were 3 girls from each grade who were required to spend the week naked. The following week, a new group would be selected. 

A couple of the girls were enjoying the attention quite a bit. One freshman girl, though, was even more freaked out than most of us, and had to be taken to the hospital. The word I head was that she'd have to complete the week like the rest of us, then serve another whole week later on. Wow... 

My next class was history. There wasn't much the teacher could have me do in that class. She did sternly warn the other students that they were to pay attention to the class, and not to me. She also kindly moved me to the back of the classroom, so I got something of a break in her class. 

My third class of the day was gym. We were in the pool, so I had to leave my shoes and socks in the men's locker room, being jostled and ogled by the guys, then I had to go out to the pool, completely naked now. The teacher had us all doing strokes for the first half of the class, then as normal we had free time for the 2nd half, which meant we had 20 minutes to do whatever we wanted before we were to go shower and get ready for our next class. 

During free time, I was chatting briefly with one of my friends, Deepa. She was nervous because of all the attention I was getting from the guys, so she swam away from me. I started to swim away, too, but one of the guys caught me by the arm. His name was Vinod. I didn't know him very well. 

"Hi," I said nervously, but smiled at him anyway. 

"How do you like running around naked?" Vinod asked me. 

I blushed. "It's pretty embarrassing," I told him. "It's going to be a long week!" 

He chuckled. "You've got a nice, pretty bare ass," he said. "Would you mind pushing yourself up on the side of the pool so it's above the water line, so a few of us can admire it?" 

I blushed even harder. "I think you can see me fine without that!" 

"I heard you have to do stuff like that, when requested to do so" he persisted. 

"I thought so, too," another guy said. "Hey! Mr. Shanker! Doesn't she have to pose for people?" 

The gym teacher swam over. "What did you want her to do?" he asked. 

Vinod explained briefly. 

Mr. Shanker looked at me and sighed. "It's tough getting used to all of this, isn't it?" he asked me. 

I nodded, embarrassed. 

"I'm afraid you have to do it," he told me. "You have to cooperate in any way anyone wants so they can look you over." 

I gulped, but pushed myself up on the side of the pool enough so my buttocks were out of the water. 

"Hold yourself just like that, please!" Vinod told me, chuckling. He and several other guys were right behind me. A few others stood in front of me, looking at my bare chest. I blushed, looking up at them, but remained in that position. 

"That's enough, I think," Mr. Shanker told the boys, and also me. I was straining to stay as I was. I slid into the water, relieved; I was getting pretty tired! 

I got to swim around a little, then Mr. Shanker blew the whistle and we had to get out of the water. I had to go into the boy's room and shower with them; most of them took off their swimsuits and showed off their erections to me and to each other. 

"Am I at least allowed to towel off?" I asked Mr. Shanker nervously. 

He smiled. "I think so. Just don't cover yourself for long with the towel. 

I nodded and toweled off quickly, then borrowed a hairdryer and brushed my hair, with the guys watching me as they got dressed. 

I put my shoes and socks back on, and stepped back into the hallway, feeling more nervous once again. The boy's locker room was full of guys, but at least it wasn't the whole college. 

"Sunitha!" Vinod pushed through the crowd to catch up to me. 

I shivered a little. "What do you want me to do now?" I asked him nervously. 

He grinned, a little embarrassed but shrugging it off easily. "I didn't make the rules. I can walk with you to your next class if you like." 

I started to turn away, but he was about the only person who had talked to me all day. "Uh -- all right," I nodded. After a moment, I added a polite, "Thanks." 

He grinned again. "It might be me next week. Are you getting by all right?" 

"Well... it is awfully embarrassing." I blushed. "I don't have a lot of choices about it." 

"I'm glad you had to do it. You're very pretty, Sunitha!" 

I glared and started to stomp off. 

"Hey! Come on, would you rather I was sorry I get to see you without clothes? Be reasonable. A lot of girls will have to do it this year. You're the one I most would have wanted to see like this, that's all." 

I stopped, still blushing hard. "I... sorry. It's very difficult. I'll try to be nice." 

"You're always nice," he told me. "Come on, let's be friends." 

"All... right." I smiled a little. 

"I'm still going to enjoy looking at you, though," he said cheerfully. 

"I can't stop you," I sighed. 

My next class was the one I'd been dreading the most; biology. As I expected, the teacher took the opportunity to discuss female physiology, using me as a model. She was young and pretty herself; the boys often asked her questions intended to embarrass her. She was good natured about it. Her name was Miss Chodi, which added to the fun. 

"You might be interested in knowing that, during the course of the year, some of the teachers might be, uh, shall we say 'invited', to teach without clothing occasionally," she told the class. "What a college system, huh?" She smiled, blushing a little herself. 

The boys all began joking. 

"We'll use such opportunities for tests," she added. "Study hard; you wouldn't want to come up short on any of those questions, would you?" She grinned again. 

Her attitude was impressive. But then, I assumed she'd never actually been in the position before; the position that I was now in; sitting on a stool, completely naked, in front of a class and having my body pointed at for a study aid. 

She discussed secondary sex characteristics, pointing to my breasts, pubic hair, and others, and discussing them thoroughly. I was glad I'd shaved under my arms. At least one thing had gone right for me that day. 

Finally the class was over with. It was lunch time. A group of my friends gathered around me and didn't let anyone disturb me while I ate. It was the only real break I had that day. Of course, they questioned me in detail about my day, and how it felt to have to stay naked through college, and what I planned to do about the following day and the rest of the week. 

"Somehow I don't think they'll let me just stay home sick for the rest of the week," I said, and explained what I'd heard about the freshman girl. 

"So you're just going to do it?" Helen asked me. "Come to college naked all week?" 

"I don't have any choice at all," I pointed out angrily. "None!" 

After lunch, I had English class, then Civics. They went as the rest of the day had gone. My Civics teacher couldn't keep his mind on class, and kept making Freudian slips as he tried to watch me while teaching the subject. 

Finally, it was the end of the day. I went to the office to ask for my clothing back. 

"Ah, Miss Shenoy. I kept hoping someone would send you in here for a spanking," the principal joked. 

I blushed. "I just want to get my clothing," I said. 

"Oh. Sure, of course. You will remember to leave it out of the college for tomorrow, won't you?" 

"Somehow I doubt if I'll forget," I said, and started to get dressed. 

"You'll have to go outside to do that," he told me sharply. "Did you read your booklet at all?" 

I blushed again. "Oops. Sorry." I hurried out of his office and went outside into the parking lot. I sat down in the grass and took my shoes off so I could start getting dressed. Several students stopped and watched me do so. 

When I got home, no one was there, as usual. I tried to do my homework, but it was hard to concentrate on it. What was I going to tell my parents? "Hi, Mom, Hi, Dad, I spent the whole day at college bare naked. How was your day?" My dad was pretty conservative... so was my mom, for that matter. 

So by dinner time, I hadn't said anything about it. When we sat down at the table, I had decided not to bring it up because I didn't know what to say. 

"You seem quiet tonight, Sunitha," my mother said. "Are you feeling okay?" 

"I'm fine," I told her. My little brother Manoj, who was 13, chattered away about sports, and my dad talked to him, so that got us through dinner. 

When we were done eating, I went to my room claiming I had collegework to do. A short time later, there was a knock on my door and my mother came in, followed by my dad. They closed the door. 

"What's wrong?" my dad asked in his firm but friendly way. 

"Oh, Daddy!" I leapt over at him, and he hugged me and held me. "When I got to college, the principal made me strip naked, and I had to go to all my classes without my clothes on!" I blurted out, sobbing. 

He held me for a while, until I settled down, then he had me explain what had happened. I was shocked when I glimpsed his face; he didn't seem upset at all! 

"I know," he told me. "We -- your mother and I -- asked that you be signed up for it. We thought it would be a good experience for you." 

I couldn't believe what he was saying! I looked at my mother, and she was nodding! 

"Settle down and listen to what we have to say," Dad continued. 

"You had... you asked..." I was gasping. 

"Do you want to hear about it?" he asked me. 

"No!" I said wildly. "No, I want you to get me out of it!" 

"That's not going to happen, dear," my mother said soothingly. "Listen to your father, please." 

I didn't really want to, but finally, after several deep breaths, I sat down again and listened numbly. 

They thought I was too shy, they told me. Not adaptable enough. And the world was changing. When the state law was being considered, they had investigated it and surprised themselves when they discussed it; they were both in favor of it. It wouldn't hurt me at all to loosen up, break out of my mold, and try something adventurous for a change. "We're in favor of it, dear. You'll have to give it a try this week. We might sign you up for it again later on, too," my mother said, smiling at me. "Would you like me to drive you to college tomorrow?" "No!" I said angrily. "I'll just enjoy the experience again of stripping in front of hundreds of people, right outside the college!" 

They left after that, and I didn't see them again until they wished me goodnight.


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