Jessica’s Induction

JESSICA'S INDUCTION INTO BLANKE SCHANDE COLLEGE, THE CANADIAN CAMPUS

'You're going to need more training'

Those are the words that began it all. Unknown to Jessica, she would soon be enrolling in a college with some very unusual rules.

Jessica was a living contradiction of terms. She was born a simple farm girl from outside a small town. Being very active and having only two older brothers for siblings (who use to pounce on her and torment her every chance they got), she grows up a tomboy. If not for her mother's influence, she would have probably been more boy than girl. With a background like that, one would most likely picture an average girl, with a husky frame and not much of a figure. But she was the opposite, blessed by mother nature some said, old mother nature did her own bit to keep Jessica as female as possible. Though her 5'7", average build frame did have several lean muscles because of her childhood, as well as some present-day activities, she also had a very nice figure. She had a full and firm bustline, a tight waist and round and curvy hips. She had a face one could easily call pretty, with full lips and a pair of big baby blue eyes one got lost in when looking into them. Even that would not make her any different than a thousand other girls so blessed but then came what Jessica called her pride and joy, her hair. It was golden blonde, thick and silky, with natural wave and curl that took most girls three hours in a salon with their hairdresser to achieve. And the thing about it that earned her the envy of many a girl and the compliments of many a guy, was it flowed down, down her back ending a few inches below her buttocks.

Today her hair was done up in a braid, that bounced off her light blue scrubs every time she moved her head. She was standing in Dr. Phil Alne's office, the head of the department she was working in, listening to him tell her about an up coming position.

"I think you'd be perfect for the job Jessica." He said. "But they are looking for someone with specific knowledge."

"Oh, I see." She says.

"You're going to need more training." He remarked, as he moved about behind his desk. "Though you have been here only a little over half a year, I still think you're the best nurse for the job."

"Thanks sir. I'm glad you have confidence in me" She smiled slightly.

"This is how it goes. They want the person trained most specifically so they are going to keep paying you the same money as you're getting now while you are training. They will just deduct the money for your education in equal parts from your checks. The catch is that they want the best teacher around to do it."

"I understand. Who's the teacher sir?"

"This man" He extends his hand towards her, a card in it. She steps forward and takes it.

"This is a great chance for advancement for you, hope you decide to take it." He hands her a folder. "These are the forms you need to fill out and return, then you're set."

She smiled. "Thanks again sir for the chance." She hurried off, back to work.

Later, during her lunch break, she pulled out the card to start to make arrangements. She smiled, the name on the card was familiar, he had been a well-known and respected professor at her university when she was there. She felt kind of glad at the idea of running her old school's grounds again, and getting paid to do it. She called up the university to get the information on his classes but was soon disappointed. The lady on the other end informed her that Professor Reginald Arnedo didn't teach there anymore, he had moved to a new college that had opened recently just outside of Nobleton. It was a Canadian campus for a college in the states, one call Blanke Schande College, the main site somewhere in California. Guess I'll have to get used to a new campus, she thinks. She asks the lady for the phone number and all, so she could contact them. The strange tone in the woman's voice as she gave her the info should have made her suspicious, but she wasn't paying much attention, visions of being back in school filling her head.

She didn't get a chance to call till her afternoon break. The fellow on the other end was friendly, he told her that Professor Arnedo was teaching there and that there was still space in his classes. She asked if they could possibly get her in as quickly as possible as it was already more than a month into the course. After checking, he assured her that they could get her in. He took her basic info, then informed her that all she had to do was come to an interview to complete the forms. She also got the answers for her forms she had to fill out from him, so she could give them to Dr. Alne. He gave her a date for her interview that was in about two weeks, and some directions for finding the campus and building.

"Be seeing a lot of you soon miss." He said with a wicked chuckle before hanging up.

She raised an eyebrow at it, but didn't make much of it. She giggled as she put the phone down, this was going to be fun, getting paid to be a student again for a couple of years, and with only about half a credit load, she was going to have time for some fun as well. The only thing she was worried about was that she was going to be 1 to as much as 5 years older than her fellow students. But otherwise, it was going to be no problem ......... so she thought.

Two weeks later she was on her way, driving to the college. She had rented a car for the trip and was speeding along, happy butterflies in her stomach. All the arrangements were made, she had gotten a dorm room since it was to far from her old apartment, and she was also helping out in the college infirmary, at the request of the hospital. Probably an exchange to help with the fact they were paying her. All she had to do was go through the interview and she was in. She'd be a student again for the next two years, and she could hardly back out now anyway, all the forms had her pretty much committed. She had dress well for the interview, wanting to make a good impression, she had on a pair of good slacks and a white blouse with a bit of embroidery, and her best pair of dress boots (always preferring them to straight heels). She had a jacket that matched the slacks beside her on the car seat, and with her hair pulled back into a ponytail, she was sure she was prepared for anything and everything.

As she reached Nobleton, she started to follow the directions she had, soon rolling down the main street, on her way to the campus. Suddenly she caught something out of the corner of her eye, her head beginning to spin around to look, but a car pulling out stopped her as she swerved around it. Now safe, she mused to herself. She could have sworn she saw two naked girls going into one of the stores. Nay couldn't have been. She sighed, only a short distance from her new college and she was starting to see things. She must be more nervous than she thought. As she pulled up to the light across from the college's main entrance, she looked over the place. What she could see of it! The campus had a solid 10-foot fence around it, concealing much of it from sight. That was weird, though she had seen fences around campuses before; they were usually the vertical metal bars type. This thing was more like the wooden privacy fences people put up around their homes. Above the entrance way was a sign saying ' Blanke Schande College, Canadian Campus'. The entrance was a pair of large doors, closed at the moment, though a small door in one of them was open; the other was covered with graffiti, including a message that read 'welcome to the CMNF College'. Sitting beside the drive to the doors was some kind of gatehouse with a guard, a bit more security than she expected. She drove across the street and up the drive, stopping beside the gatehouse. The guard came out, approaching her door.

"Can I help you miss?"

She smiled. "Yes, I'm here for an induction interview with a Mr. Bunnett"

The guard looked her over, a big grin coming to his face. "You will have to comply with the rules as set down in the rule book you received."

She smiled weakly. She had received a book but hadn't read it. She had assumed it was just the standard college rules. "Ummmm ...... I didn't read it. Sorry."

He gave her the tisk tisk look and opened her driver's door. "Please step from the car miss."

She got out and faced him, wondering what was up. He pointed past her towards the doors and as she turned, she saw a sign hanging on the small opened door, where she couldn't see it from the car. Her eyes bugged out as she read it.

'PLEASE REMEMBER THAT ALL FEMALE STUDENTS MUST BE COMPLETELY NUDE WHILE ON CAMPUS GROUNDS, NO EXCEPTIONS.'

She turns back to the guard, mind reeling. "But, but...." Then it came to her." I'm not a student yet, so it doesn't apply." She told him calmer.

He nodded, though his grin didn't diminish one bit. "True miss, you're not. But if you had read the rule's book as you were supposed to, you'd know that all females must be completely naked for their interviews, so it doesn't really matter."

Her mouth hung open. "What? Completely naked?" She shook her head, shocked, what had she gotten herself into now. This is what she gets for not looking before she leapt.

"Ok, I understand." She sighed.

He still grinned. "Good miss. So?" He looked her up and down.

"You're kidding! Right here in the driveway?" She exclaimed.

"Yes, right here, right now." His grin widened. "Strip miss, or I'll have to call the non-compliance section."

She looked around at the apparently empty streets, but was sure everywhere eyes were on her. She had sure gotten herself in a mess now. The guard closed her door, then stood back waiting. Oh well, she had little choice at the moment it seemed, and it would hardly be the first time she was publicly naked, though those were accidents and she had avoided being seen too much. So, she began to unbutton her blouse as the guard watched, each button undone seeming to make the guard grin more, and her to grow uneasier. She removed it, pulling it off, and setting it on the trunk of the car. The guard gave her the thumbs up as he admired her, now topless except her bra. She smiles weakly; blushing a bit, as she grabbed the sides of her slacks and started to pull them down. As she gets them to her knees, she hears a car coming from the other way. She pauses for a minute, and looks up, but the guards face says he won't put up with any delays. She bends forward, and pulls her slacks to her ankles, as she sees the car go whizzing by out of the corner of her eye. She pulls them off over her boots, and straightening, sets them with her blouse. The guard looks her over, now in just her underclothes still grinning, then down at her feet and points.

"The footwear too miss, don't forget, completely nude."

As she reaches down and unzips her boots, the guard moved around the front of the car and opened the passenger's door. She pulls the boots off, wondering what he is up to, and sets them aside, as she hears the door slam shut. The guard comes around the back of the car as she pulls off her socks. He is carrying her jacket from the car, and as she watches in disbelief, he scoops up her boots and socks and grabs her clothes off the trunk.

"Hey!" She says as she turns to face him. "What are you doing with my stuff?"

"I'm confiscating your clothes and footwear for the day for failure to read the rules and reluctance to comply with them." He balls them all together and then extends his free hand. "Now finish stripping. Remove your underclothes."

As he finished speaking, to Jessica's horror, another car came down the street, slowly this time. She hoped it would go by, but no luck, as it turned pulling up behind her car in the driveway. She continues to stare as a couple of guys step from the car, looking over at her and the guard.

"What's the problem Pete?" The one says.

"Yah, why's ya got the ways block?" Goes the other.

"Nothing serious Professor Wilson, Coach Sackman. This girl is new to the school and wasn't complying with the rules." He turned back to Jessica, reaching for his radio. "Miss please comply with the rules, or I'll have to call Non-compliance. Now strip!"

God, she thought, now there are three of them. But she still had no choice, so turning even redder; she reached back and unhooked her bra. The guard put away his radio and again extends his hand, as she pulled the straps off her shoulders. She smiles sheepishly at the other men then handed her bra to the guard, who looked it over, while she tried to cover her bust-line, now down to just her bikini panties.

"Hey guys, she's a 36c bra size." He laughs, waving her bra around, his humor returning.

"Pete, behave and show some respect, or you'll be in the Non-compliance office." Called Professor Wilson.

Pete nodded, then turned back to Jessica, extending his hand, a big grin on his face. Well, she had gone this far not much sense in stopping now. Sporting a grin to match Pete's one, she hooked her thumbs in her panties and started to slide them down her legs. As they slipped off her butt and down her thighs, she heard a chorus of giggles and whistles from behind her. Swallowing hard, she glanced over her shoulder, seeing several students standing behind her near the gates, apparently having emerged from the open door sometime recently. There were a couple of boys giving her the thumbs up, and three nude girls, hands over their mouths, giggling. Great! Now she had five more spectators, her blush deepened and spread. She just waved at them, then looking back at Pete and his out stretched hand, she bent over, sliding her panties down to her feet and stepped out of them. Now naked as the day she was born, she straightened, dropping her panties in Pete's hand.

Adding them to the bundle, Pete set them on the car's trunk, as he looked her over again, nodding his approval. She is going to be fun to have around, he thought as he admired her figure, grinning more as he noticed the hair between her legs was the same nice blonde as her head.

She tried to cover up a bit, as he stared at her, becoming a bit subconscious of her state. He smirks at her reaction and, grabbing her clothes, walks off into the gatehouse, as she watches the students walk off after waving to her, the girls walking along as if their nudity was nothing. She had to give them credit for their boldness, even more so, as she realized they were headed towards town. Suddenly she remembered the main street, she had seen two nude girls going into the store, which means the students also walk around town nude. The thought makes her blush very deeply, as she notices that the professor was strolling towards her, regarding her with interest.

"Hello, miss?"

"Barkley, Jessica Barkley" She said shyly. "Hello."

"Miss Barkley" He nods "Where are you going?"

"I'm supposed to be meeting a Mr. Bunnett for an induction interview. But was ... ummm... unaware of a few of the rules." She glances down quickly at herself, then back to the professor.

"Oh, you didn't know about the nude requirements." He smiles. "Well, I'll help you and show you the way, just follow me."

"Thanks sir." She said, smiling slightly.

As Pete came back into view, the professor called him. "Pete, park the lady's car for her if you will please." Then he turned and tossed his keys to the coach. "Put my car in my spot for me Paul, I'll pick up the keys later."

The coach nodded and moved around to the driver's side. "Shall we go then Miss Barkley?" Professor Wilson said turning to Jessica again.

"Sure and just call me Jessica please." She says, as she turns towards the gates.

The professor started to walk towards the open door in the gate, looking back to make sure she was following. She walked after him, the rough pavement reminding her of her barefoot state, hoping that the worst was over, as they passed through the door, entering the campus grounds. She looked about, taking in the surroundings, and was in awe at what she saw. Though average in size to other colleges, that's where the comparison ended, for this campus had much more than any other. It had all the usual buildings, that was true, but they were of a mixed architecture consisting of modern conveniences and materials, and old-world style. Everywhere there was greenery and gardens with many statues and fountains, giving the place a fancy but homey look. Also, as she walked, she noticed that besides the rough pavement of the parking areas and the few access roads, the rest of the walkways and paths were of a smooth marble cobblestone material. It had just enough friction to avoid slipping but otherwise was easy on the feet. Obviously done to make it better for the female students, she appreciated it since she too was going to be barefoot. Other elements were also provided for the female students, like the washing stations for their feet she spotted beside the entrance of almost every building. Also, the clear shelters that were around most of the benches and waiting areas, as well as the fact that most surfaces and seating were of dark browns, navies and blacks to absorb the sunlight, making them warm to the touch. The place was busy too, for everywhere she looked, there were students moving about or standing and sitting, chatting or involved in many other activities and actions. She couldn't get over the way that most of the girls seemed unconcerned about their nude state, even a lot of the boys acted as if it was all normal. Then again, here it was normal because of the rules. Even then, she did see the odd one that was uneasy or unhappy with it, even though they made no move to cover up, and quite a few boys who were either nervous around the girls or who leered and made wolf calls at them.

The professor continued walking, leading her to the administration building, every so often looking back to make sure she was still following. She felt very uneasy walking along, even though all the girls were similarly unclothed, the occasional leer and/or wolf call making it worse. Though he didn't break his silence, Professor Wilson would give these offenders a stern look or wag an annoyed finger at them. She was even more aware of her naked state, as her long hair in its ponytail now bounced off the flesh of her bottom, the ends of the hairs tickling her skin and such. As she walked and despite the growing feeling of unease, she thought, 'Jessie, you're being silly. It's not like you've never been naked before. Come on, is this the girl who celebrated her 25th birthday, by getting up on the stage of one of the local strip bars and doing a complete and most erotic striptease in front of the whole bar?' But that only lasted an hour, maybe two, this is most public, and apparently constant as long as she was on school grounds. Still, she tried to relax a bit, as getting upset wasn't going to help her any.

They were only about twenty feet from the administration building, when Professor Wilson suddenly turned towards what looked like some kind of sprinkler with water showering down, but it was surrounded by only wet cobblestones, instead of any grass or plants.

"What's that for Professor Wilson?" She said curiously.

"It's a showering station. There are several around the campus." He waved a hand around in all directions. "They are for the female students to use if need be."

She was suddenly very nervous again. "Why are we stopping here, the building for the interviews is right over there." She pointed to the administrative building.

"Well....." He paused, looking a bit nervous himself. "You were unaware of the rules about nudity, so I'm assuming you are also not aware of the rules about female students keeping them selves perfectly clean at all times. I thought it best if we stopped off and made sure you were ready for the interview." He smiled a bit uneasy.

Not sure what was going on now, she felt a bit of panic. "What are you trying to say, sir?"

He calmed himself. "I'm sorry, but I'm going to have check to make sure you are clean..... everywhere." He tried to smile reassuringly. "Please turn around and bend over a bit, so I can see that you are."

She couldn't believe it, was there no end to the embarrassments today! She stood there for a minute, indignant, but figured she still had little choice, and it would be terrible if she weren't 'clean' for the interview. So, sporting a head to toe blush, she turned around and bent forward, exposing herself to the professor. When she was in position, he began to look her over, searching for any dirty spots. Everything looked good, he thought as he proceeded, almost done now. He reached out gingerly and carefully parted her cheeks to finish the examination, her butt lighting up with a deep blush as he did so, to see she was indeed perfectly clean.

As he finished, he realized he was blushing almost as much as her, and he had this sudden urge to run his hand between her legs, almost as an idea of farther checking she was clean. As he stepped back, he wondered what was going on. He had seen dozens of naked girls and staff members and, though not a regular thing, he'd check a few before to make sure they were clean, and never had he felt the urge to touch them with more then a passing friendly gesture. So, what was it about this girl that now had him feeling uneasy, had him wanting to touch her more and more, and not in an only friendly way. He pushed the thoughts away, and tried to regain a proper composure, as she turned back around.

"You are very clean miss, good to see." He smiled at her, trying to suppress his thoughts.

"Thanks Professor Wilson, and its Jessica." She said grinning, the blush just starting to fade.

She noticed a strange look in his eye, but made nothing of it, it was probably a bit odd for him too. As he led off again, she followed, heading for the induction offices, for her interview with Mr. Bunnett. Hopefully there was nothing farther embarrassing they could do to her today. When they reached the offices, she was surprised to see that the receptionist was also naked, typing away as if all was normal. The staff also went naked? This place was certainly going to take getting used to, no doubt about that. The professor left her there, waving goodbye as he departed, still not breaking his silence, he'd had since the check outside. She sat down on a chair, jumping a bit as her bare bottom rubbed against the material of the seat, and glanced around the room. It was typical for an office, seeming normal except the unclothed state of the receptionist, and a couple of pictures of a female student taken around campus. She was apparently the only other person in the office except for a guy sitting quietly near the other door. He sat with his head hung down, eyes lowered, only glancing up quickly from time to time, looking at the receptionist or now her, before dropping his gaze again, blushing slightly. Smiling, she looked around for something to read. Suddenly she saw a book labeled 'Rules and Regulations for the Blanke Schande College Campus.' Well now she can find out what the rules are before she gets into any other trouble, she thinks, as she opens and begins to quickly scan over the book. She became quite enlightened as she read and had skimmed about halfway through when she heard her name called.

"Miss Barkley?" A man standing in the doorway to the inner offices said, looking at her.

"Yes, that's me." She said, as she set the book aside and stood up.

"This way then, please." He turned and started to walk down the row of offices.

She followed him, feeling better informed now, though even more nervous after reading some of the rules. The place was most unusual and was going to take much courage to survive through and become familiar with. Her head reeled from all the new, very strange information and experiences, and more so as she wondered what other things lay ahead. Suddenly the fellow stopped and turned towards a door on the right, opening it up, and stepped back.

"Mr. Bunnett will see you in here. Please have a seat." He waved her into the room beyond. "He'll be with you in a few minutes."

The fellow closed the door, leaving her alone in what appeared to be a large but sparsely furnished room. The decor was plain, the walls and floor painted a dull pastel color, and the outer wall sporting huge side-by-side windows that almost reached from ceiling to floor. The furnishings included a high-backed roller chair behind a simple wooden desk, a cheap chair facing the desk, and a low bench against the wall. The florescent lights on the ceiling were so bright they gave you the feeling of being under a microscope, or some interrogation lamp. Jessica took in the surroundings with an ill-favoring eye as she moved to the chair facing the desk, to have a seat as instructed. She sat down, then immediately jumped up with a squeal, for though the room was almost too warm from the lights, the chair was severely and surprisingly cold! 'That is strange', she thought, as she eased herself back down, trying to adjust to the coolness of the chair. She soon found out that the cold wasn't the only uncomfortable quality of the chair, as its metal frame made it stiff and unpleasant to sit on. Also, the hard plastic seat and back gave no comfort at all, not mention the ruff texture of it seem to rub and scrape against her bare skin in every place it touched. As she shifted around in the chair, trying to find the least horrible position and posture to sit in, the door opened and a man entered, closing the door again.

Mr. Bunnett, who she assumed this was, appeared to be an average type guy, one of those people who seemed to have no distinguishing features. He had medium brown hair, was clean-shaven, and wore the standard neutral gray suit all businessmen and office people wore.

She was about to stand up, but he waved at her. "Remain seated Miss Barkley."

He gave her a casual look over, as he crossed the room and sat in the high-backed chair, setting several objects on the desk in front of him. The folder of papers and the cellphone were normal, but the camera and paper bag made her wonder. When he opened the folder and pulled a pen from his pocket, she thought, 'Here goes girl.'

Mr. Bunnett started the interview with a calm yet steady line of questions, most of it apparently to just confirm the info she had given over the phone. The rest the pretty standard college interview questions, though she did notice him glance up at her from time to time, usually making marks on another sheet of paper. She answered his questions clearly or as best as she could, trying to fidget as little as possible on the uncomfortable chair all the time. After a while the questions became more personal, as he marked down details of her appearance. This made her a bit self-conscious, but she figured she had no choice, and they were probably important, so she answered them without protest. Then he stopped and looked up at her with a calm and eerily emotionless stare.

"Will you please stand miss, with your feet slightly apart and your hands behind your head." She looked at him with surprise, but did as he requested, though she didn't see any reason for it.

He continued writing, hardly glancing at her, and asking only an occasional question. She wasn't sure why he had her standing like this, but it made her feel like one of those Greek statues you see in museums, especially considering her state of undress. It seemed like a long time he left her standing there as he worked.

"Is this really necessary sir?" She asked, a bit of annoyance in her voice.

"Yes Miss Barkley." He said calmly. "How do you feel standing there like that?"

She could feel a slight blush rising. "Well.... a little uneasy, sort of on display."

"Well that's how you're going to feel every moment of every day here at Blanke Schande." He made a couple more marks on his papers. "Ok, you can stand at ease for a moment."

She relaxed her stance. "Thank you, sir."

He flipped through the papers for a minute, making another mark or two, then stood, reaching for the camera. He snapped a few pictures of her, both up close and from a bit back, which she tried to hold still and smile through.

"Ok Miss Barkley lets try a little 'Presenting', shall we."

She swallowed hard. "Yes sir."

She had seen something about it in the rulebook, something about female students having to comply with any request by male students but had not made it to the more detailed section of the rules. One of the first things she was going to do tonight, at her earliest opportunity, was finish reading the rulebook!

"We'll pretend I'm a male student making a request." He said calmly. "I'll tell you what positions to get in, and you assume them."

She silently nodded, as her imagination ran wild about what to expect.

He led her through a series of positions, each one more stranger, more exposing, more embarrassing than the last, and each making her blush deeper and deeper. Mr. Bunnett though seemed unaffected by the whole thing, sometimes coming close for a 'good view', but mostly just writing stuff down on the forms as she posed. Finally, he waved her to take her seat again, which she did gratefully, though jumping a bit as the chair was still unusually cold. The hint of a grin passed over Mr. Bunnett's face as he too sat in his chair again.

"Thank you, Miss Barkley, we are almost finished now." He commented as he flipped through pages. "I see you have already secured a dorm room."

"Yes sir, I have." She was relieved to hear it was almost over, though she was sure she was sporting a head-to-toe blush after that last bit.

"And it says here that you will be helping out in the college infirmary." He noted casually.

"Yeah, I will be, it's part of the arrangement with the hospital." She said, smiling.

"Have a feeling there will be a lot of sickness in the male students this semester." He commented off-hand, as he flipped some more through the papers. "You will have to arrange to get your hair cut too." He said without looking up.

Jessica's jaw dropped in shock, then in an almost inaudible voice. "No sir."

Mr. Bunnett stopped and looked up at her, a bit of a questioning sound to his own voice. "What did you say Miss Barkley?"

She stood quickly, taking a somewhat defiant stance, her speech edged with annoyance. "I said NO. I will not cut even an inch off my hair."

Jessica had always been very good-natured and easy to get along with, figuring it made things more peaceful to co-operate with people, then to argue over every little thing. This gave some people the false impression that she was a pushover and easy to control, a mistake some soon regretted. When she got mad, she could be a real 'wildcat', and had a wicked sense of poetic justice, a few had the misfortune of feeling firsthand. So, after all the experiences she had gone through today, this was the final straw, and her temper was rising fast.

"I've had it today. I've been stripped, paraded, intensely quizzed, and royally embarrassed." She fumed on. "I will not take my hair, which I've grow and lovingly cared for most of my life and cut it off for anyone or any reason."

Mr. Bunnett just stared at her, considering all his possible options. But like she was reading his mind, she continued to speak, her anger even making her forget her completely nude state he noticed.

"Anyone who even touches one lock of my hair will regret it for a long time." She sucked in a deep breath, as she continued to speak. "As for how tightly I'm tied into this, I'm very aware of it. Failing this interview will leave me in great financial trouble, almost definitely cost me my job and most likely leave my life a mess. But this point is important enough to me to risk it, no matter how bad." She fell silent, slightly breathless from her speech, and watched his seemingly emotionless face waiting for a response or reaction to her words.

After a minute he spoke. "I see, and does that go for all hair?" He looked down slightly.

She glanced down at the patch of hair between her legs, the move both quickly cooling her temper and again reminding her of her totally naked state. "Well.... I never much went for the idea, but..." She blushed a bit. "... I could be convinced to shave down there, especially if I get to keep my long hair."

Mr. Bunnett stood up, closing the folder, and collected the stuff off the desk. "I'll be back in a few moments." And he left, leaving her alone in the room again.

She sat down on the chair once more, the coldness of the seat was still uncomfortable, but seeming the least of her problems now. 'Well, I've blown it', she thought to herself, as she slumped depressed in the chair. After that outburst, Mr. Bunnett was going to refuse her for sure, especially since refusing probably meant non-compliance anyway. The hospital was going to be furious and most likely will fire her and make her pay back all the money they already put out. She also had let down Dr. Alne badly, not to mention putting him in a bad spot for having recommended her in the first place. Her apartment was already gone, as she had given the landlord notice, so she also had nowhere to live. She was certainly in a fix, no home, no job, no clear future; she'd probably have to go home to the farm till she could get on her feet again. And to top things off, all she'd gone through today was for nothing, and she still had a long, embarrassing walk back to her car. Though she'd not change her mind about her hair even if she could, it still left her very sad and depressed.

She suddenly sat up. She forgot about her clothes; she had to get them back from that security guard Pete. 'Great', that was in all likelihood going to take a lot doing too.

This was just not her day!

She continued to get more and more depressed, as she waited for Mr. Bunnett to return and give her the 'axe', when the door opened again. He entered and walked silently to his chair, the same expressionless look on his face, and sat down again. He set the folder and his phone on the desk again, though he didn't have the bag or camera anymore, she noticed. As he opened the folder and got out his pen, she prepared for the let down.

"Okay Jessica." He said as he wrote on a couple of papers, then slid them across the desk towards her. "Here is your class schedule and your campus map."

She stared in shock and confusion. "Schedule? Map?"

"Yes." He continued. "And here is your student card, don't lose it please. And the forms you need to sign to complete the induction process."

"I'm in?" She said, stunned. "But what about my hair?"

He looked up at her calmly. "Yes, you're in. And you get to keep your long hair." He paused for a second or two. "With some conditions, mind you."

She smiled. "Thanks! What are the conditions?"

"One; that the factuality doesn't get a lot of complaints, that accidentally or, more importantly, deliberately it is letting you break the 'no covering up' rule." He said as he pointed to the list of rules in front of him. "And two, you must keep it tied back and/or tied up at all times while on school grounds with two exceptions. In the shower room when you are of course washing, drying, or caring for it, though please try to do it as quickly as possible. And in your dorm room, as we understand that one can't have it tied all the time, though we ask that you do it as little as possible, in fairness to the other girls."

"Agreed sir." She spoke happily, as she stood to go sign the forms. "Most gratefully."

"Oh, and you don't have to shave between your legs either." He commented off-hand, yet with what she'd swear was a twinge of humor in his voice.

She blushed deeply. "Again, thanks sir!" She finished signing all the papers and collected the stuff she was to take.

"Professor Arnedo and the other professors have given you one week to settle in, and get the materials and books you need, before you must be in class. So, use the time wisely."

"I'll do that." She answered, as she made a mental note to go shopping in the next couple of days and get all she would need for her classes.

As he finished looking through the folder, one item caught his eye. "One last thing Jessica."

"Yes?" She stood facing him waiting.

"Though it's voluntary, rather than mandatory, consider it a determined request that you sign-up as a subject for the 'Experimental Division'." He closed the folder and stood up. "It's does earn you extra credit or other rewards."

"Okay Mr. Bunnett, I'll look into it." She smiled.

"Either way, welcome to Blanke Schande College. Hope you enjoy your time here." He extended his hand, which she shook.

"I think I will sir or at least will have some interesting experiences being here." She exited the room and walked back down the hall to the front office, followed by Mr. Bunnett.

As she entered the front office, the receptionist called to her. "Excuse me miss, but Professor Wilson left a message for you."

"Okay." She retrieved the note and read it.

'I figured you could use some help, so I had security take all your things and deliver them to your dorm room. Now that you don't have to carry them across campus, have a good day.' 'Signed R. Wilson.'

She grinned, as that saved her much effort, though she had a lot of clothes to repack together and send back to storage with the rest of her stuff from the apartment. With that thought, she giggled at her naked state and new situation, as she went out the door on her way to her dorm. She sure had some wild and interesting times ahead of her, and many things to think about and decide on, that was for sure.

That definitely, was for sure!

David Bunnett stood in the hallway doorway and watched as Jessica collected her message and left the office. As the door closed behind her, his emotionless expression slowly turned into a big grin. He'd finally gotten a reaction out of her, which seemed nearly impossible to do. Though she was doing okay on the interview, handling all the situations and discomforts like a real trooper, it looked as if she was going to be just another one of those submissive girls. But he finally hit on something to get her fired up, for he sensed she had spirit, and he was never wrong. 'Okay, almost never wrong!' He had been impressed, because she stood her ground and, being perceptive enough about her situation, she still was ready to face the consequences of her decision. His smile widened, for he was now sure she had the courage and strength of will to see her new situation through to the end. In fact, he had a feeling that Jessica would be one of those rare students who would be long remembered and talked about after she was gone from Blanke Schande.

In fact, he'd bet a lot of money on it!

'The End?'