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 ï>¿Medical College of BlankeSchande by Buffy

   "Well, you can certainly understand how it would put patients at ease!
Welcome to the Medical College of BlankeSchande." The admissions officer
reached out his hand to offer his congratulations.

   I stood naked, shoeless, before the six members of the admissions
committee, the interview over, and it hit me all at once.  I was convinced,
surer now more than ever.  YES, this was the school for me!

   The path to a career in medicine had been roundabout for me.  I was not
your usual student.  You could say the end of the interview was the
beginning of my second career.  I had burned out on the modeling circuit. I
knew I would never be a household name, content as I was to be tucked away
on a few pages each time in the Venus Swimsuit catalog as well as the
occasional VS and Vogue shoot.  Never did get the cover of Vogue, boo hoo
for me.  I just didn't have any interest in playing the politics necessary
(and to do the drugs and to do the agents necessary!) to get ahead in that
field.  Thank goodness the money had been tremendously good anyway, so at
least that wasn't a concern.  Having always had an interest in emergency
medicine (I was a volunteer Paramedic as well as a Ski Patroller not long
after high school) and having placed out of a number of college
prerequisite classes while I was modeling, I decided that medical school
was the next step.  I'd applied to, and had been accepted to, USC, Johns
Hopkins, UChicago, Cornell, and BlankeSchande.  Who would have thought that
the best place for me to study medicine was all the way across the country,
at a small liberal arts college?

   The thought of attending classes, eating meals, labs, clinical, all
daily activities...  all nude...  at first terrified, and then intrigued
me. My first thought -- Anatomy class must be a real trip at that school!
Before I knew it, BlankeSchande had booked a flight from my home to LAX,
arranged for someone to meet me, and had scheduled an interview.



   It surprised me just a little that I was asked by my guide, a stunning
brunette named Charlie, to strip to the skin as soon as we drove through
the gate and parked in the "mandatory changing lot" just inside the school
grounds.  She was out of her clothes in a flash, which made the transition
easier for me.  After gaining my breath, I asked her to help me unbutton
and lift off my sundress, right over my head, and before I gave myself a
chance to think it over further, I bent over and peeled off my knickers,
then unbuckled my sandals.  I've been nude before among other people, it's
the way it is in the chaotic jumble of backstage at any fashion show, and
I've even been photographed topless, but this was different.  This was the
first time it would be me, just me, with no clothing to grab if I got a
case of the nerves.



   "Why don't we stop for a snack?  I find that eating in the quad helps
new students get accustomed to being nude in public, and it especially
gives you a chance to work off some of your jitters.  I see that you're
pretty nervous about all this, Buffy.  It's perfectly understandable, and
natural.  Try to eat something."



   Honestly, my mouth felt like it was stuffed full of cotton, and eating
was the last thing on my mind, but I didn't want to hurt Charlie's
feelings. And she was right, a little time in public before my interview
would help a lot.



   There were several vendors there in the quad.  She bought me a sparkling
water, and had one herself, and she bought a plate of fresh veggies.  One
thing I noticed right away was the complete absence of junk food --
everything appeared to be organic, and if not organic, at least fresh and
delicious looking.  We had a great talk -- I learned that Charlie had been
at BlankeSchande as an undergraduate, had graduated cum laude in Chemistry
(we both howled with laughter over that!), and was now working on her
Masters degree.  She and I were the same age (23), and shared quite a few
interests.  We watched people walk by, naked girls and clothed boys, and as
time passed it seemed more and more natural.  I even was able to watch a
couple girls who were asked to "present." Before we knew it, it was time
for my admissions interview.



   Charlie took my hand and led me down the cool cobblestone walkway toward
the admissions office.  It was still spring, so temperatures had not had a
chance to rise much.  Indeed, the stones were cool and smooth against my
feet, and I noticed that at least someone at BlankeSchande had thought to
pave the walkways with light-colored cobblestones to keep them relatively
cool even in the high heat of summer, in any case nowhere near as hot as
the parking lots.  No, not bad on the feet at all...  even for initiates
like myself.  We climbed the four stone steps to the main building, and
swung the heavy wood door open.  Charlie and I were about to enter the
admissions office when she stopped me.



   "Buffy, you're going to make a great doctor someday, and a great student
here.  I know it!  Believe in yourself, and you'll do great in this
interview!" With that she gave me a huge hug and a kiss on the cheek "Good
Luck!  I'll be back here in an hour to see you after your interview!"



   Charlie was right, she was right in so many ways.  Her kindness, right
from the moment we met at the airport, to the way she helped me remove my
clothing in the parking lot, even to her insistence that we stop for a bite
to eat to give me a chance to get used to being nude outdoors among people,
it was all so right.  I strode into the interview, the picture of
confidence, ready to answer anything they threw at me!



   And question they did!  What were my favorite classes, least favorite
classes, explain my previous career, why did I want to go to medical school
when I would be 26 upon graduation, even with advanced placement I would be
several years older than the other students, what was my family background,
friends, interests, even my hobbies of skiing and scuba diving!



   With the interview over, and the admissions committee convinced that
this was a good "fit," my admission to the Medical College at BlankeSchande
was complete.  So many thoughts raced through my mind...  I felt like after
enough time I would fit in well here, BlankeSchande's reputation was
first-rate, the class work would be tough (and God knows unusual), but
overall it felt like the right place to be, allowing me to get into any
residency I chose.  I would study hard.  I would be able to set my patients
at ease (after all, who could be all that concerned when your physician
walks into the office naked).  I could do good medicine.

   Such a jumble of thoughts, and happiness!  Before I knew it, I had
turned to the admissions officer, and instead of shaking his hand, jumped
into his arms, wrapped my arms and legs around him, and gave him a huge
kiss, right on the lips!  Rather than be embarrassed (though I doubt this
was an everyday event, even for him) he made a small joke about having to
accept students more often, the rest of the committee cracked up with
laughter, and I felt...  I was home!



   Charlie met me at the door as promised, and gave me an even bigger hug
than before!  I knew that BlankeSchande was the place for me!