You stand up and begin to stretch a bit. You hear the lock click, and in walks a gorgeous redhead. She has a perfect hourglass figure, reddish-blonde hair, well-sized breasts and a great ass. You can't help but stare, because you're a really inexperienced guy, in fact, you're a virgin. Your old school was really strict, and you'd only kissed a couple girls, nothing more.
"Hi Ken," the girl says, flashing you a dazzling smile. "My name's Tina, and I'll be testing you."
"Uh... Hey Tina."
"Ok, I know this is confusing for you as a new student, but just bear with me. This is a bit different from other school tests, this is a full physical exam, like the kinds that your doctor does to you, except with a couple things added and a couple taken out. I'm actually studying to be a doctor, I'm certified to conduct physical exams, so don't worry."
You don't know quite what to make of her, but you reason that no harm can come from this, so you decide to comply. Besides, it would be hard to refuse this gorgeous girl anything. Your cock isn't fully erect, but your definitely not the smallest you could be.
The next thing Tina says widens your eyes. "Ok Ken, I'm going to need you to strip down to your underwear."
"What?"
"This is going to be like a full physical, don't be surprised. We just need to make sure you're healthy in every way. Please, it's nothing embarrassing, just do it for me?"
You look at this stunning girl, and your resolve melts. Overcoming all of your senses, you slowly take off your shirt, and then drop your pants, exposing a small tent in your boxers.
Your body is on fire, your face scarlet, but she says nothing about it.
She directs you through a series of exercises, and you pass easily.
"Great Ken, you're in wonderful shape. Now, we have a custom here. Nobody has any body hair, you'll see why after a while here."
Your shock mounts and mounts, you expected nothing like this at this school. There you stand in your boxers, being told by a gorgeous girl that you're going to need to shave yourself, and not only your face.
"W-w-what?"
"I'm serious," Tina says. "Here, I brought a razor with me. Can I shave you?"
You don't say anything, just stand and stare as she takes out an electric razor and turns it on. You make no move to resist as she turns it on, and pushes your arm up. Your pit hair is wiped out within seconds, and she slathers a strange cream on it. Your other armpit, then your legs follow. The cream is wiped on all of them, and curiously, you see the remaining stubs of hair fall out wherever the cream touches. She rubs it on your face as you stand in shock.
Your heartbeat is racing, you've never had an experience like this. She took complete control, and you're afraid to say anything. Finally she's done with your legs, and you start to calm down, until something that trumps everything before this happens.
Tina walks up to you, her swaying body entrancing you. She stands in front of you, bends down, and whips your boxers down swiftly. Without wasting time, she slathers cream on her hands, and proceeds to rub it through all your hair, around your dick, on your balls, and finishing with a swipe of the cream up your crack.
The whole procedure takes about five seconds, and you feel the hair dissappear in clumps. Your mouth wide open in astonishment, you grab at your boxers to pull them up.
"Tina? What the hell!?" you exclaim, your voice finally coming to you.
"Ken, relax. It's done to everyone... One last thing before you can go up to your room."
She takes a pair of scissors from her pocket. She walks up to you, and reaches for the waistband of your boxers. In a couple snips, your boxers can't stay up, and are halved by her scissors. You stand there naked in front of this gorgeous redhead.
Out of her pocket she takes out a mess of string. It's mostly yarn, and colored red. She untangles the thing, and holds it up.
It reminds you of the grass skirts that Hawaiians wear for their traditional dances, except made with yarn. There is an elastic-type waistband, and the rest is just individual strands of yarn placed right next to one another, hanging down.
"Put it on," she commands, holding the thing up to you.
"Why can't I have real clothes? Why did you do that to my boxers?"
"It's a tradition done to new students. For the first stage, you can't have any real clothes. Just put it on."
You figure she's joking, and you smile and comply. Your boner pushes right through the strands, and it feels as if you're almost naked. |