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 �>�base Indecency in the Classroom Wed Oct 14, 2009 21:05 70.237.195.136

    -�Sorry, Professor Adams.  I sort of forgot and was in a hurry. -�
Okay, that was a little white lie.  I did not actually forget.  I just
never wear panties anymore.  I was in a hurry.  That was why I only had
time to grab a long tee shirt.  At least I thought it was long as I was
dashing down the stairs in the dorm to put it on.  I was outside in a
heartbeat and running, late to class.  So I really didn't notice how short
the shirt was.  It wasn't like it was the first time I wore just a tee
shirt to classes.  It was just the first time the professor called me on
it. Probably because I was late.  Probably because as I dashed into class I
suddenly realized how short the shirt was.  Probably as I climbed the steps
to the back seats in the room, I was pulling down on the hem in front
causing my butt to be exposed.  Well, probably all of that.

   Professor Adams put down his chalk, and walked around the front table.
He asked me to remain standing.  How completely embarrassing.  Everyone
looking.  He asked again,  -�How does one forget to get dress properly
before leaving their room? -�

   I now at least had one hand holding down the front and one in back.  
-�You've never been in a girl's dorm.  We sort of run around in the morning
in all states of dress. -�

   He quipped,  -�And undress it seems. -�

   That ticked me off, so I went honest,  -�Yes, sometimes undressed, too.
-� Several heads turned in my direction.  I added,  -�I bet I'm not the
only one without panties this morning.  Some of us prefer it.  And some I
bet just do it now and then for whatever reason.  Like my room mate
sometimes does do her laundry and I won't lend her my few pairs on account
of them being expensive and lacy, and if she... -�

   Professor Adams raised his hand for me to stop, and I realized I was
babbling too much.  I do that sometimes.  I just stopped talking waiting
for him to say something.

   He did.   -�So you think others in this class are dressed like yourself?
-�

   I scanned around the room, maybe ten girls.  Odds were one of them was
going commando.   -�Yes, I do.  Maybe not a tee shirt for a dress, but that
was just a mistake.  I bet someone isn't wearing panties. -� I hoped at
least someone would lie for me.

   Professor Adams asked everyone to stand.  He then said,  -�Anyone
wearing pants can sit down. -� All but five girls and one guy sat down. 
The professor asked,  -�Mr.  Thomas, Are you wearing a skirt or dress?   -�

   The guy said,  -�Well, I'm wearing shorts.  I wasn't sure if they
counted as pants or not. -�

    -�Sit down Mr.  Thomas.  I wanted the ladies who might be in the
position as our young Miss Winters to account for their dress as well. 
Ladies, if you are wearing panties, you may sit.  One remained standing
with me.  She had a long flowing skirt.  It didn't look good for me.  He
said,  -�Thank-you Miss Kinney.  You may be seated. -�

   He turned his attention to me,  -�Miss Winters, it seems you are the
sole one standing.  Everyone else has come to my class room properly
dressed.  If they decided to forgo underwear, they had enough common sense
to wear articles of clothing to keep that knowledge to themselves.  Are you
trying to tell your classmates that somehow your life is busier than
theirs? That the demands placed upon you are so great that wearing indecent
clothing is your only option at times? -�

   I protested,  -�I am not indecent! -�

    -�Really?  So, exposing your backside to the class was not an indecent
act? -�

   I thought for a minute.  If I said it wasn't, what could happen?  If I
said it was, how much trouble would I be in?  I decided to say,  -�I am
decent, and I did not commit an indecent act.  If someone happened to have
seen my 'backside,' I do not believe they have cause for being offended or
me embarrassed. -�

    -�Really?  Miss Winters, please turn around and raise your shirt to
show this class your backside. -�

    -�No! -�

    -�Why not?  It is not offensive, is it not?  You are not indecent for
showing us earlier your backside, were you not?  Why not show it to us now?
-�

   I felt trapped.  I probably should have just walked out, but I didn't. I
turned around and raised my shirt hem.  At least my bare pussy was facing
the back wall.  I heard the laughter.  I heard the gasps as people looked
at my bare butt.

    -�That's quite enough Miss Winters.  I hope that serves a lesson to
you, and your classmates.  I do not expect much, but I expect the respect
of my students to dress decently when coming to class. -� He turned around
to resume his lecture.

   My embarrassment turned to being pissed,  -�Professor, I said, 'I am
decent.' you may have gotten you kicks trying to embarrass me, but it isn't
going to work. -�

   The professor stopped and turned.  He surely hadn't had someone talk
back to him.  He decided to spit his anger out.   -�Miss Winters.  Everyone
in this room knows that tee shirt is indecent.  I will not allow you to
attend this class wearing that. -�

   Who was I?  I had no idea.  I didn't talk back to professors, and I
certainly would not have done what I did. 

   I grabbed my tee shirt and pulled it completely off and tossed it across
the room.  All heads turned towards me in disbelief.   -�There.  You will
not allow me to wear that tee shirt, so I am not wearing it.  I paid to be
in this class.  I pay your salary.  I will adhere to your idiotic dress
code by not wearing a piece of clothing that offends you. -� I plucked down
in my seat.  All heads swiveled back to the professor.

   The professor stared at my resolve.  He decided to continue his lecture.
It wasn't until the end of class, that my own blood stopped boiling.  For
what I got from his lecture, I might as well have left earlier.  As someone
was heading over to give me back my tee shirt, the professor grabbed it. 
He said,  -�Miss Winters will not be needing this.  She believes she is
decent with it or without it.  She can go without it.  I will submit it as
evidence to the Dean of Women. -�

   All the other students filed out quickly, I stood in a stare down with
the professor.  He had the upper hand.  He had my clothes.  What's the
singular of that?  Cloth?  Well, he held my only garment, my tee shirt. 
Some times admitting you are wrong even when you are right is okay.  But it
just did not feel right to do it this time. 

   I snapped,  -�Fine.  You keep it as evidence. -� I probably should have
kept my mouth shut at that point, but I didn't,  -�And be sure your DNA is
not on it, because you are not Bill Clinton, and you won't get away with
this. -�

   I turned and ran out of the classroom, bare ass, bare titted, bare
pussy, bare naked!  Everyone from class was standing outside the room, and
I just ran straight through them all.  I took a lot of other students by
quite a surprise.  I only heard faint remarks trailing off behind me. 
Outside, my pace quicken.  Everyone stopped to watch me streak across
campus.  I think some thought it was my idea.  Some thought it was a prank.
Others probably wrote it off as a sorority thing.  I didn't stop to
explain. Even in my own dorm, seeing me run inside naked caused quite a
stir.  I went straight to my room. 

   My room mate asked,  -�What happened to you?  Where's your clothes? -� I
fell on my bed crying.  Damn him!  I wanted to be too mad to cry, but he
got me.  He got me good.

   My room mate kept everyone out of the room until I settled down.  She
gave me some tea and comforted me.  As I explained what had happened, she
kept telling me it wasn't my fault.  She thought the professor was getting
some perverted pleasure from stripping me in front of the class, and
forcing me to streak across campus.

   I said,  -�Everyone saw me, too.  That's the worse part.  I'm the
laughing stock on campus. -�

   She went over to her computer and logged on the campus' newsgroup for
general happenings.  It is like a big bulletin board.  She said,  -�Nothing
out there yet.  Don't worry, probably only a few people saw you, and if
they mention it, so what? -�

    -�So what?  It wasn't your naked butt out there for all to see! -�

   We had dinner, and I had to explain the whole thing to the other girls
on the floor.  Everyone was outraged.  Okay, some thought I was stupid for
actually taking my shirt off, and I couldn't argue about that one.  But
they did think it was outrageous that the professor would single me out
like that.

   Passing the main lobby, I checked for mail, and sure enough I had
something.  I had to sign for it, too.  I opened the letter sealed in the
University stationary and on their letterhead.  It was a summons to appear
before a Board of Conduct.  It warned failure to appear could result in
summary judgment and expulsion.  Damn, he acted fast.

   My roomie put the best spin on it.   -�Good, you'll get your day in
court and give the professor what's good for him. -� She read my summons
and realized we only had two days to plan.  Those were the two longest days
of my life.  You'd have thought the entire fourth floor of the dorm was
cramming for a final.  Everyone was trying to help.

   The Board hearing would be at 7pm.  That afternoon, we went over the
plan in detail with everyone.  Either they were in, or I was asking them
not to attend. 

   Now, some might have thought we'd strip down in front of the Board to
protest, but no, that would just get more people in trouble.  We would be
more subtle than that.  Most of the girls agreed to wear a nice skirt and
blouse  -" no underwear.  A few wear their polo dresses  -" no underwear.
The idea was to counter any claim that going pantiless was uncommon. 

   Allison from down the hall wanted to serve as my attorney, so to speak.
She was the one reading all the rules for this Board of Conduct.  Rules no
one ever heard about.  It was quite a strict procedure, and Allison was
prepared.

   Everyone took their seats.  It was much like a court room with the Head
Dean and a couple of professors sitting behind a large table.  I sat with
Allison at one table, and Professor Adams the Dean of Women sat at the
other table.  The classroom chairs quickly became standing room only.  I
was happy to see most of my floor mates find a spot to sit.

   The Head Dean called the room to order and asked Professor Adams to
explain the charges.  Allison stood up and objected.  She explained the
plaintiff was not the proper authority to read the charges.  She cited some
paragraph number.  The Head Dean conferred with the other senior
professors. He leaned back to into his chair,  -�I think we can forgo the
formalities. -� Allison would not hear of it.  There were rules to be
followed, and she expected each and every rule to be followed.  She stated
that I deserved a fair hearing, and the rules were there to ensure
fairness. Otherwise, this whole thing was a miscarriage of justice.

   The Head Dean did not look happy.  He talked it over with the others,
and even asked the Dean of Women whether she had a copy of the Code of
Conduct with her.  Allison opened her attache case and handed a copy to the
Head Dean.  When the Dean of Women asked if she might have one, Allison
said,  -�Sorry, I didn't think you would need a copy.  Didn't you write it?
-�

   The Dean of Women sat down as several in attendance laughed.  The Head
Dean ignored the laughter until he finished reading the sections on opening
the hearing.  He instructed on of the professors at the head table to read
the charges against me.  God, was that awful.  Professor Adams must have
written it.  I sounded like a whore.  Allison held my hand as the charges
were read.  When the charges were finished, the Head Dean looked to Allison
and she nodded.

   The Head Dean then called on Professor Adams to get his opening remarks.
Adams decided he had nothing to offer beyond what was read in the
charges. 

   Allison's turn.   -�The defendant has not done one thing wrong against
the Code of Conduct, and we ask for summary judgment in our favor as the
plaintiff has offered no explicit rules violated.  He is on a witch hunt
and asking this Board to make the rules as he goes. -�

   The Dean of Women rose and requested a copy of the Code.  As she thumbed
through it, Allison again repeated her request, adding,  -�If we are to sit
here all evening until the plantiff can find a rule against that might have
been violated, we will be here all night. -�

   Professor Adams rose and said,  -�There are laws against public nudity,
and Miss Winters was naked in public.  State laws trump any lack of written
rules in that pretense for a code of conduct. -� That did not help him.  He
had forgotten the Dean of Women standing with him wrote the Code of
Conduct. She stopped reading and glared.  He was too high and mighty to
even see how his words were taken by her.  Apparently, she decided to stop
reading the Code for possible violations.

   The Head Dean ruled that omissions in the Code not withstanding, this
was not a State court.  If the professor wishes to files charges with the
police, he had that right.  The Head Dean quickly cautioned,  -�However, we
have a history to handle matters under our own jurisprudence.  If you seek
outside charges, you will need to do that on your own time using your own
resources.  I'm afraid unless you have something specific to charge Miss
Winters with, I will have to dismiss this case. -� 

   The Dean of Women finally pointed our attention to the clause that
basically gives a full tenured professor authority over his classrooms. 
She said,  -�If a professor demands students appear in coats and ties, he
can make that ruling. -�

   Allison had that clause earmarked.  She stood up,  -�The Dean of Women
is correct; however, she forgot the final passage in that clause which
states, 'the right of the students not withstanding.' -�

   The Dean of Women quickly countered to Allison,  -�Then you must show
that your client has a right denied by this Professor. -� 

   Allison simply faced the Head Dean and said,  -�I believe all objections
and issues are to be made to the judges, and not to opposing counsel as
outlined in section 3.4.3 of the procedural matters concerning this
hearing. -�

   The Dean of Women rose to apologize to the Head Dean to the snickering
of many in the audience.  The Head Dean had a smile on his face as he made
the Dean of Women make a formal objection or statement to him.

   Okay, the ball was back in our court.  Allison rose to say, that the
manner in which a student dresses is their personal form of expression. 
There was no evidence that my form of dress was a disturbance to the class
until Professor Adams made it so. 

   We went back and forth on silly matters that Allison took every
opportunity to correct the Deans and professors on procedure.  She wanted
them to know she was prepared.  She felt that would give us the benefit of
the doubt.  She was right as we got several rulings in our favor.  Still
the big one hung over the hearing. 

   My rights of expression would indeed stop at the point where decency
ended.  The Head Dean made this clear.  We could appeal that ruling, but
for now he wanted the argument centered on that issue alone.

   Allison asked for the shirt brought into evidence.  She said,  -�I'm
prepared to ask Miss Winters to wear this shirt in front of the court. 
While it may be short, it is not at all indecent. -�

   I was shocked.  I called her over to explain in a whisper,  -�My butt
hangs half out the back, and from the front they will see my pussy.  It is
too short. -�

   Allison told me to relax.  She knew the shirt would be thrown out as
evidence.  I agreed, but I really did not see how.  She said,  -�I just
need you to wear it once. -�

   Allison stated to the Head Dean,  -�I will ask the Board's permission
for a five minute recess while my client changes clothes. -�

   Professor Adams rose,  -�No way!  They probably have a second shirt
hidden and will make a swap. -� Well, that did not go over well.  Allison
charged the professor with accusing us of trying to deceive the hearing
board.  She stated we have not imputed his abilities to handled the garment
and not make changes to it.  She said, if we can trust that the professor
has not swapped the garment, he should be willing to trust us.  They went
back and forth.  The Head Dean offered to have some writing placed on the
garment to ensure the same one was returned.  But Professor Adams insisted
the garment not leave his sight. 

   I had enough.  I stood up and said,  -�Dean.  If it will make Professor
happy.  I will change into the shirt right here.  He already had me naked
in front of my fellow students, and if wearing it will end this,