The following is a journal entry from Amanda P., one of the Biology Club’s “researchers” dated November 12, 1949:

This senior project has been going great. I got Brian B. for my study participant and it's been working out well. Brian is also a senior, but is majoring in business instead of biology. I've had him in a few classes though, and never missed a chance to check him out. I think he's really good looking, but kind of shy and reserved. That's part of the reason I picked him, though, through our rigged "random" selection. I thought that maybe his quiet, shy side might be to my benefit as I have him for the entire school year for this study, and I wanted someone that is going to be compliant for me.

Today I got to take things further at the follow-up measurement session I had with him, and wow, I’ve been thinking about it ever since. He arrived on time, as always. He’s so conscientious.

It was just me in the biology lab, the one that our club has been using to examine and measure our study’s participants, when I heard him knock at the door. I told him to come in, and as he did, I gave him a cheerful hello. He kind of smiled at me in response, but didn’t say anything. It's obvious that he doesn’t want to have anything to do with this study that I got him involved with; but he's too polite and soft spoken to flat out object or get defiant with me.

I'll be honest. I'm pretty shy myself. I've kept my nose to the books through my time here and haven't done a lot of socializing. Especially with guys. It's not that I don't want to; but I'm just not that good at that kind of thing. I never have been.

Getting to be Brian's researcher and examiner has really helped me get past some of my own reserved tendencies. Going into this, I knew that I would have to assert myself as I was posing as a scientific research authority figure. I thought that I should, nicely, come off as superior using my scientific knowledge regarding this study and also be firm with all my instructions so that Brian would put himself in places that he normally couldn't be talked into. You know, add a little psychology to it. So far, it's been working. His belief in this study's validity and my position of authority, has kept him an easy to work with kind of guy. I've tried to base my performance to Brian much as that of a medical doctor with their patient. I've been friendly to him, but positioned myself in the authoritarian role that demands action for what I say, and expect compliance despite his own feelings or embarrassment about his situation.

It’s been fun! Over the last several sessions I’ve pushed a little more each time and, at the last one, even got to see his underwear. I told him that the study's added requirement for accuracy of measurements meant I would need him to take off some clothes during the measurement sessions. As uncomfortable as he was with it, he reluctantly took off what I told him to as I methodically worked through my measurements of him.

I started with just his shoes and socks when I took his height, then his shirt when I measured his chest. When I got down to the hip measurement, I asked him if he would unfasten his belt and let down his pants a bit so I could get my tape around him and not his jeans. I could tell that he was nervous and was shaking a little as he followed my instructions. My explanation must have been okay though, because he may have balked a little, but didn't question me.

As his fly was pulled open and the hem of his pants pushed down just a little, his underwear began to show. He stopped with just the waistband of them showing, so I said "a little more, please."

Again, without saying anything, he pushed his pants down a little more, giving me more of a peek at his undies.

"I need you to go more yet, Brian" I said while looking up at him and in the eye.

He gulped, but kept going down until his pants were below his underwear, then he very quietly said "like that?"

"That will work" I replied.

Now I got to see the entirety of Brian's underwear clad figure. He wore briefs that were pleasantly revealing to me. I could see a bulge in the front of them hidden beneath the fabric, piquing my curiosity. I moved behind him and saw the perfect outline his underpants had against his butt, and my imagination took over. It was exciting!

I won't lie, I really liked looking at him standing there like that. He's got the athletic physique of a cross-country runner; tall and slim but not too scrawny for sure. He's not over muscled, but has great toned definition that I was getting to see for the first time, and it thrilled me. I made sure to not be too conspicuous with my gaze; however, even though I was happy for this chance to check him out.

I didn’t leave him standing that way for too long before I told him he could get dressed. He was almost shaking from his anxiety about the exposure and I didn’t want to push things too far. I was just thrilled that he was going through with it without defiance.

There was plenty of time yet to do and see more. I had him for the rest of the school year, and I didn't need to rush anything at the risk of somehow spoiling this fantastic position I'm in. Plus, this experience is new to me too, and I’ll admit that I was getting a little overwhelmed as well.

It wasn’t just from getting to see this amazing looking guy, one that I had checked out many times before around campus, in nothing now but his lowered jeans and tight little briefs; but also, from the surge I got knowing I had this authority over him. I told him to undress like that, and he did. His nervousness throughout it all just exaggerated my euphoric feeling from the power I had.

I decided that at this next meeting I would take things even further. The excitement and thrill I got from the last one, where he stood at my whim showing me his underwear, made me want more. I was going to get him to take everything off this time. I wanted to have him in the biology room standing naked in front of me. The thought of that just made me tingle for the two weeks before his next measurement session.

After he entered the room he walked over to the doctor’s type scale in the corner, as getting his weight was the routine start to our sessions. I always kept a jovial tone with him, as I asked if he was ready to get started. He gave me another slightly distressed smile and told me he was. I said "good, we have a lot to get through."

Then I looked at him and took a more serious tone. I said “Brian, we’re going to do this a little differently today. The Science Department Board of Supervisors has reviewed our work so far and want us to adhere to stricter accuracy from here on out."

It was a lie, of course, as no Science Board had anything to do with our club or this project; but it made it sound more official. Brian was looking at me intently at that point, then asked "What does that mean?"

"Oh, it just means I'm going to have to be more precise with my measurements. Nothing for you to worry about." I replied. Then I looked him right in the eye and said "I am going to need you to cooperate though so I can adequately get the precision that is needed."

"What do I need to do, I um, already do cooperate, don't I?" Brian asked.

"Oh yeah, I've always noted your good attitude and cooperation in my records. Just keep it up and there won't be any problems. It's just that, for me to do what I need to, I'm going to need you to get undressed for me from time to time. It's nothing to worry about, and all the study's participants are doing it. Not just you" I told him.

His eyes got wide at that news. We just looked at each other for a moment before he asked "um, you mean like last the time?"

"Yes Brian, you did great then. I understand if you were a little nervous or embarrassed, but you did fine. You don't need to worry about anything, just work with me, okay" I said with a smile.

Swallowing hard again, he subtly nodded his head and quietly said, "okay."

Still smiling, I said "great Brian, then lets get started. Go ahead and take your clothes off for me. You can put them on that chair over there" as I pointed to the old wood chair in the corner of the room.

“Um, you need me to, um, right now?” he asked.

“Yes” I said, “We’re going to start out this way today, okay?"

He slowly moved over to it and sat down then hunched over and untied his boots, one at a time, before pulling them off.

“Can I keep my socks on?” he asked while looking up at me.

“I’m sorry, but no. They will change the height and weight measurements.” I said.

With that he looked down and peeled each of them off, leaving them bunched up on the floor by his boots.

He stood up next and pulled the bottom of his shirt from its tucked position in his pants, then began unbuttoning it. He would look up from his task and over at me occasionally. I was standing close by him, off to his side, taking it all in as he shed his clothes; but I also had a clip board with me that I used to appear distracted with, at least, when he looked my way.

The shirt slid off his shoulders and was put on the chair, leaving him in only his pants and white undershirt. He moved his slightly trembling hands toward his belt next to unfasten it and then the buttons on his fly. I really liked watching his undone pants being slid down his legs and off his feet.

The enjoyment I was getting from all this was off the charts. I was getting a little overwhelmed myself again as his clothes were coming off; but was determined to not stop it from happening. This feeling I had was addicting and I wanted all the memories I was making from it.

He looked at me again, grabbed the collar of his t-shirt and asked “this too?”

I just nodded and said "yes, and when you're ready we'll start by getting your undressed weight."

He gulped while taking the bottom of his undershirt up and over his head revealing his toned chest and stomach, then placed it on top of the pile of his discarded clothes.

Now down to just those brief-style underwear he had worn the last time, he placed his hands in front of the bulge that could be seen through the fabric on the front of his underpants and slowly moved over towards me with small steps while looking at the ground. He stopped in front of me still hiding the front of his underwear.

I asked him “are you ready, Brian?”

Still looking down, he nodded without ever making eye contact with me.

“Brian” I said, “I’m going to need you to go a little more for me this time.”

He looked up instantly, his eyes wide as ever and with a very concerned look on his face.

“I need you to take your underwear off too before I weigh you” I said as professionally and straight faced as I could.

“Um, but I thought, um, my underwear? I um, um, I’m not sure. How um, how long do I have to? I’m not um, sure” was all he could get out.

“The quicker we get this done, the quicker you can get dressed.” I told him.

He stayed standing there, covering his underwear, obviously not sure what to do. Then I said,

“Look, I need to get this done, but if it makes you feel more comfortable, I can go get someone to come in and observe while we do this, you know, like a chaperone. Then you don't have to do this alone with me."

I started walking towards the door while saying “I think my friend Tiffany is still here, I’ll go get her so she can watch us.”

As I moved toward the door Brian stopped me saying “Wait!”

I stopped and looked back at him. “You don’t need to get anyone for this” he said.

I kind of cocked my head and said “Okay, you'll do what I need you to then?”

He looked back down to the ground but nodded and asked “I won’t have to be um, naked for too long though, right?”

I just said “don’t worry about it, it takes what it takes.”

He looked up at me one more time. I had put the clipboard down at my side and was now just staring at him intently. He had made kind of a scene about this, so I felt I could put my full attention on him at that point without being discreet.

Looking back down and without anything else to say, he turned away from me slightly so his side was facing me, then he took one deep breath and slowly pushed his underpants off his hips and down to his knees, where he stopped and stood back up with his hands back over his crotch. Not really affording me a great view of anything, I let him stand that way for just a moment then, with a more firm tone, said "Brian, get the underpants all the way off."

Even though he was standing at an angle to me, I could see him close his eyes when I said that. Then he moved his knees closer together, letting his underwear slip down to his feet. He slowly lifted each foot up and out of his last article of clothing, leaving them in a heap on the floor.

I took in the sight, overwhelmingly delighted, as he stood before me. He was naked now at my direction, and I felt as if I had won some victory. I was really savoring the moment. It really must have been unbearably humiliating for him, but when it came down to it, he was a good boy and was resigned to his belief in my authority. I knew that from here on out I could get him to do whatever I wanted.

“You’re really doing great, Brian, I know this must be kind of hard for you, but I assure you it’s necessary, and everyone else is doing the same thing.” He didn’t say anything, and kept his eyes glued to the floor, so I started moving around him to his backside. I wanted to look him over and wow, what a view! I’m sure he could feel my wandering eyes over his body, scanning him up and down. I just stared for a while as he stood before me, openly looking at this incredibly good-looking guy; his cute butt right there for my viewing pleasure. There was no more imagining what was beneath his clothes, I was getting to see it all.

"If you're ready Brian, I think we can start now. We still have a lot to do and you've kinda been stalling." He looked back at me when I said that, as if to say something, but didn't.

"Go ahead and get on the scale over there, I'll get your weight first." I told him.

He looked forward again and started walking over to the scale, my eyes glued to his behind as he walked. Once on the scale, I took my time and continued looking him up and down; still in somewhat disbelief that this was happening.

I finally moved up to his side and started adjusting the weights on the scale. He was still covering his crotch. I got his weight and recorded it on my clipboard then said to him, "go over to the stadiometer now, let's get your height." He stepped down and walked over to the other wall were the device was located and stood against it, back to the wall. I followed him over then stood at his front. "You know the routine, stand straight, arms at your side." He closed his eyes again and slowly took his hands away from all he could cover and put them to his side. My eyes were glued to this unveiling as I got my first glimpse of everything there. He stood like a statue for me, his eyes still closed, giving me an excuse to let my eyes explore.

I was in a state of awe, this being the first time I had seen a naked guy and all his anatomy, other than from biology books; but this was so much better. I leaned over slightly and just took in everything he had displayed. As far as I could tell, he had a nice one. It just kind of hung there between his legs connected to that cute ball sack behind it.

I kept looking it all over; then saw a twitch. Whoa! He's getting hard! That kind of shocked me. When it did that, Brian opened his eyes and saw me looking right at him. I tried to act nonchalant, stood up straight again and moved over to his side to adjust the height gauge above his head without saying a thing. I think he knew what I was doing, but didn't say anything.

"This is going good now, Brian. Let me just get the rest of your measurements, then we'll be done for the day. Just take a few steps forward and stand like you have before; arms out and hands pointed down."

He silently did as I told him, not even trying to cover himself at that point. I wasn't going to let him anyway. I got my measuring tools and started at his head and worked down. Shoulders, arms, chest, waist, hips, legs. I did it all while enjoying the privilege of my position to be up close to him while measuring and seeing everything.

I would be more hands on with my measuring than I really needed to, but this was my chance to touch, and I wanted to make the most of it. I would slide my hand and the tape along Brian's body, over his muscles and act like I was using him to steady myself to get the most accurate measurements. It was great!

As I moved down his body, I could tell his breathing became heavier. When I got to his hips, I wanted to do something just to see what would happen. I knelt down just in front of him, his absolute all right there before me, still hard, as I wrapped my measuring tape behind his back and around to my other hand. I brought the two ends together bringing them close to his body, and as I did, let the palm of my right hand touch the side of his penis. He gasped and jolted back as if hit with a shock of electricity, pulling the tape from my hands. I just looked up at him, and said "Brian! I'm not finished."

I wanted to see what he would do, and to my disbelief he stepped back to position in front of me, still breathing hard then quietly said "I'm sorry."

Wow! I had just felt him up while he stood naked because of me, and he was apologizing to me. Not to be cruel, I would never want to be that, but that submission really gave me a rush.

"It's alright, just try to hold still until I finish" I told him. He nodded at me. I got the tape around him one more time and got the hip measurement written down, then moved around his back to check out his butt again. I did the same there as I had in the front and took extra liberties to feel my way around as I moved the tape. He would gasp sometimes when he felt my touch, especially when on his butt, but didn't jump again. I didn't want to quit, but realized I had better.

I stood back up, filling out my clipboard more and while looking at it said "alright Brian, got it all done. Good job today. You can put your clothes on now."

When I said that his hands went back over his still hard penis, then he moved back over to where his discarded underwear were still on the floor and got them back on in what I thought was record time. I kept watching as I pretended to jot stuff down on my clipboard as he continued dressing. I was sorry to see him covering back up, but still excited and thrilled about what had just taken place.

After dressing, he walked back over to me, being sure not to look directly at me as he approached. "Um, you're not going to tell anyone about this, are you?" he asked me.

I gave him a caring smile and said "don't worry, there's nothing to tell. It was just us completing a measurement session needed for my club's ongoing study. That's all."

He seemed to try and force a smile at me, then said "and you ah, you were okay too doing everything that way? I know you said that's how they told you to do things now, but I mean, um, it was okay for me to be that way?"

I could see what he was saying. He's under the impression that I had him strip completely naked today because the Board of Supervisors, that I made up and told him about, supposedly told the Biology Club researchers to do it that way. This was just too good!

"Oh, I think I see what you're saying Brian. And yes, as I am bound to this project as a researcher and must adhere to the scientific methods that are approved to remain in this study; everything you did today was completely sanctioned and approved for the proper course of data collection." I said, trying to sound as official as I could.

"I know, what I mean is," he continued, "um, do you have any others you measure or have seen, you know, undressed like I was today?"

"Me personally, you mean?" I asked. "I'm not supposed to talk about other participants, but no, you're the only participant assigned to me for the duration of this project. I assure you though that all the other research members are doing things the same way. If you're trying to ask me if I was okay seeing you naked, then I'll just say this; I think we need to continue this research properly and that may mean seeing you in different levels of undress during our sessions. Being strictly scientific minded, I'm just seeing the numbers and data I'm collecting from you."

"Okay, I just didn't know what to think about doing things that way" he responded. He looked at me when he said that.

"I iked it, you're cute naked!" I said without thinking. Crap! I might have just blown it. Why did I say that? All that underscored professionalism I had been trying to maintain might be gone because I opened my big mouth. I wasn't sure how to recover from that one.

He looked at me a moment, gulped then gave me a somewhat relieved looking smile. I gathered from that that he was looking for some kind of validation; and from his perspective I began to understand. He was naked and being inspected by me, a girl his age, and probably worried about how he looked and how he was coming off in appearance. He wanted to be reassured about his own self consciousness, and I get that.

I had so many thoughts and images running through my head while with a naked guy that I hadn't considered what was going through his; but my little verbal slip might have just gave him the validation that he was trying to ask for.

His face seemed to show that he was okay with that, so I regained my professional composure and said to him, "You're next session is in two weeks. We're doing an anthropometric photography session."

He nodded and said he had it written on his calendar, so I said "good enough. Thanks for your cooperation today. You did fine and I'll be sure to make a note of that."

That brought one more smile and a nod from him before he turned and left the room.

Alone now, I could collect my thoughts and review everything that had happened in there today. I almost blew it, but think everything worked out okay. I'll be more careful though. This is too much fun and I don't want it end. It's going to be hard to wait these next two weeks.