Chapter 1962 From Modelling To Cocking Her:>Ep17
- I was so transfixed by the freshmen girls interaction I started to feel like I was just eavesdropping so I turned to the box Lynn had given me and began to strip down in preparation for donning whatever the professor had chosen for me to wear today. Setting aside my shirt and jeans and pulling off my boxers I opened up the box and stood for a few seconds in mute disbelief at what I was seeing. After some moments I laughed lightly to myself at my foolishness and picked up the outfit, a good sized and quite modest monk outfit. I was expecting so thoroughly a costume that left little to the imagination I only barely heard Julia speak again to Ashley. "My outfit is not going to be covering any more than your's, you are not going to stand out that much." She said to persuade her friend. "And besides, Professor Lynn has a way of really making you feel comfortable," She added.
- I looked over in time to spot the shape of Ashley standing up a bit taller and straighter as I heard her speak her first words since she had entered the arts building. "Fine, I trust you Jules," She said in a soft voice. "And at least Ryan is not a complete stranger," She told Julia and added a girlish giggle that I could not quite understand the cause of. I was stuck puzzling over it as I began to dress in the monk robes, a fairly simple outfit of plain brown cloth. The robe went on easily and fell down to just below my knees, which I thought was a little short but disregarded fairly quickly as I tied it at the waist with a simple rope belt. I put on the hooded cowl but left the hood down, knowing that Lynn would likely want to see my face for whatever poses she had in mind. That just left a single last piece of ornamentation, a rough wooden cross on a necklace of string that I draped around my neck.
- I was about to head out of the changing room but paused at the door, curious as to how the girls were getting on. Looking down at the floor I could see Ashley's hoodie and sweatpants in a pile near Julia's clothes, and with something black and lacy that suggested a bra or panties on top of the sweatpants my heart started to beat faster at the idea of the two girls who had often come over to my house to hangout with my sister now just feet away from me naked together.