Hello again. Let me re-introduce myself. I'm Miranda, I'm in my late twenties, 5' 5" tall and whilst not fat I am definitely curvy. Posting my stories here is becoming a bit of a habit. You might have read about me before in a couple of stories where I told you about occasions where I had found myself either scantily clad or even naked in public. First I got caught naked at the gym contest, then at a night-club.
Well it's happened again!
My flatmate Linzi has a part-time job as a model. It is nothing glamorous, just posing for would-be artists at local evening classes. This particular evening she had a touch of flu and asked me if I'd take her place. All I had to do was sit there and be sketched and painted by a class of about a dozen.
"All you'll have to do is sit there" she assured me as she lay there, sneezing.
As I was leaving I thought she called out again, but I was already late so I didn't turn back. Things might have been so different if I had...
I arrived a few minutes before the class was due to start.
"Can I help you?" asked a tall thin man, with ruffled hair and a straggly beard.
I explained that I was looking for the class tutor, Mr Richards.
"You've found him, how can I help you young lady?"
I introduced myself and explained that Linzi was unwell and that she had asked me to take her place.
"Excellent Miranda," he exclaimed "If you'd get undressed quickly we're starting in a few minutes."
"Undressed?" Linzi hadn't mentioned undressing. "Are you sure Mr Richards, Linzi didn't mention nudity."
"I decide what is required, she is well aware of that. If you won't do it, I'll have to cancel the class and engage a replacement for your friend. Decide quickly now Miranda, we have a class to start."
I thought quickly. If I refused Linzi would lose the part-time job, which she relied on to pay her share of the rent. I had no choice really.
"Ok Mr Richards, where do I undress?"
"My dear Miranda, you will be naked in front of class for the next two hours. Just undress here and I'll arrange you artistically."
Now, as a former gymnast, I was used to communal changing rooms. In those changing rooms we had all been changing so never before had I undressed in front of so many people staring directly at me. I was blushing as I unbuttoned my blouse and stepped out of my skirt. Then I had to take off my tights. Unless anyone knows otherwise, there is no graceful way to remove tights, so I just tugged them down to mid thigh, sat down awkwardly and pulled them off completely. Next I fumbled with my bra catch, before taking it off, before slipping off my knickers. I crossed my legs and crossed my arms in front of me.
"That won't do at all, Miranda, let me arrange you."
Unbelievably I let Mr Richards pose me like some life size doll. First he unfolded my arms, placing the left one of the arm of the chair. His hands were soft and smooth, with long thin fingers.
"Can you just drape your right leg over the arm of the chair for me?" I looked at him, and saw a sparkle in his eyes; he was clearly enjoying this. Reluctantly I did as I was asked, hooking my leg over the arm. I knew that by doing this I was giving everyone a clear view of my most intimate and private parts, but I felt I had no choice.
I sat there wishing the ground could open up and swallow me, I was so humiliated by my pose and by my nakedness.
After a while I plucked up the courage to glance round the class. There were two spotlights on me, which meant I could only make out the front row, in which there were 3 men and a woman. One of the men was young enough to be a student; the others were quite a bit older, maybe even retired. The woman was my age, but with a very dramatic gothic look. When I made eye contact the men all looked away, but she held my gaze and she smiled back at me.
I realised Mr Richards was wandering round helping them, but when he came to the front row, I could just hear snippets of what he was saying. I soon wished that I couldn't. The four comments I heard from the front row were as follows:
