Penny sat on the side of her bed with her face in her hands. Today was Wednesday- her first meeting with the young men from Warner Academy. It had been three days ago when her school's Dean had prescribed an unusual punishment for her. For her behavior, she was going to have to volunteer to be a part of the affiliate school's senior medical projects. These men were to use her for their Female Anatomy studies, and according to Dean Richards, the projects would in fact cover some personal areas of study. She had been mortified and obsessed for the past few days thinking about her impending doom. She clung to the hope that the professor over at Warner would have different notions regarding her involvement in the classroom projects. She knew little of Professor Eugene Thompson, but she feared that he was from the same old school as Richards. Any other University in the country would never allow her to be involved in a project that could jeopardize her privacy in a room full of male peers. There would be discrimination suits, harassment charges and all kinds of lawyer crap. Not here. Barrett, and Warner operated with their own stringent, "If-you-don't-like-it-get-out," code. The ancient professors and faculty kept it that way, too. Penny cursed when her phone began to ring. It was Richards. "Good Afternoon, Miss Yoder. I was just calling to make sure that you were ready to meet your first group over at Warner Academy today." Her top lip was quivering a bit, but she managed to let Richards know that she was ready. "I can meet you out front, sir, " she said realizing that there was no way out now. The girls were forbidden to have cars on campus. They were thought to distract the ladies from learning. They ordinarily took the campus shuttle bus for trips into town, but it was not uncommon for the professors to occasionally drive the girls places. Her ride showed at exactly one o'clock. It was just like Richards - military precision. The ride to Warner was quiet. The two said very little to each other, and Penny preferred not to hear any more details of the projects-she was scared enough. She was looking good for her debut. She wasn't sure how to dress for such a thing, so she opted for a basic white cotton blouse with a fairly long, pleated skirt. And, God forbid, if it indeed came down to it, she selected her cleanest and most conservative bra and panties. Her hair was pulled back into a pony tail, but a few strands of hair fell forward in a sexy, glamorous way. Her facial features were those of an intellectual young woman's. Everything about her suggested confidence, sophistication and class. Warner's campus was not much different than her own. The buildings were the same fortress style, ivy covered structures with wrought iron gates everywhere. The main exception was the young men that walked between the buildings enjoying the spring air. She began to wonder about the thoughts of the med. students at this time. No doubt they had discussions at her expense. Undoubtedly, they swapped a few high-five's after being told that a girl was going to be involved in the projects. A real live woman, no more looking at Penthouse magazines - they'd be getting the real thing- up close and real personal! The thought revolted her. Richards could tell that the girl was feeling stressed once he parked in his reserved spot in front of the Medical Department. "Miss Yoder, are you going to be all right?" he asked her with derisive interest. She took in a breath and said, "I guess I am a little nervous, Sir," her words were dainty and petite. Richards acted like he was doing her some big favor and added, "Miss Yoder, until you become accustomed to working with the men, I'll accompany you into the groups, myself." Penny realized that it was not an offer, it was a statement. She could not tell him that she didn't want him around while the bio-nerds did God-knows-what to her, so the only alternative was to thank him, and curse him simultaneously. He escorted her into the building watching the streamlined young woman walk before him. The classrooms were small and much like her school's. There were none in session at the moment. A gray haired man met the two in the hallway and greeted Richards formally. "Dean Richards, a real pleasure to see you again," the man said warmly. "And the young lady must be our volunteer, Miss Penny Yoder," he said as if his name didn't need any introductions, gently taking the girl's hand. The gray-haired man wore a bow tie and wire rimmed spectacles. Penny nodded politely, "Good Afternoon, Professor Thompson." Thompson raised his eyebrows a bit looking at Penny with a mock scornful expression and remarked, "I understand that this was not entirely your decision to volunteer, Miss Yoder, but in any case, I still thank you for joining us and adding a new element to our senior projects." Penny was escorted into the lecture hall. The chattering that was audible was completely shattered as Penny nervously strode into the room. All eyes were on her. She looked unbelievable to the young men in the room. She surpassed even their wildest expectations. Her thin body was extremely attractive, and what could be seen of her legs looked lean and shapely. Apparently, the groups were all meeting here first, where they'd get general instructions, then they'd be separated, and report to their respective classrooms within the building. Thompson tried to make Penny feel comfortable, but she still was unable to look out at the young men. She understood all too realistically what she represented to their juvenile minds. Group number five sat in a corner speaking in a hushed tone. Their group leader was named Raymond Whitmeyer. He was a scrawny young man with reddish hair and glasses. He and his group members were speechless upon seeing her for the first time. Her slender, petite frame was incredible. She looked like a spoiled rich girl. The type that wouldn't give these guys the time of day. They were the lucky first group to whom Penny had been assigned, and they still could hardly believe it. She met with each member of Whitmeyer's group; Dale, Zachary, Edward, and Glen. Each one looked like he spent far too much time studying and not nearly enough time outside. Then she was introduced to the entire class. She and her group were given a classroom lab where they could begin their project thesis. It had taken the gentlemen in Whitmeyer's group long hours to come up with their senior thesis. They wanted to take advantage of the hapless young woman who was essentially ordered to follow their instructions to the letter. Yet they took caution to avoid going too far, thereby forcing faculty to shut down their project in order to save the young woman's modesty. In addition to the proving or disproving of a basic scientific premise- using the volunteer as a means of creating data, the group would use the volunteer to demonstrate a basic general practice technique before the others in a final exam type of setting. The men decided that any exams that required nudity would never never get approval. They intended instead to do a study of a woman's body fat content. A rather mundane subject, but when done scientifically, it requires the subject to undergo lots of pinching with calipers to numerous areas of the body. She'd be wearing minimal clothes during the pinching- like a bikini or something, so all agreed that it was a cool project. As far as general practice technique was concerned, the men decided that they would demonstrate how to conduct a chiropractic exam. This examination of the straightness of the spine required the patient to remove her top and bend as if doing a dive into a pool. Conservative, they thought, but could be interesting if the girl's got a nice ass. Richards approached Penny while she stood awkwardly with her group. "Penny," he said, "Professor Thompson and I have been called in for a very important assembly. I will have to catch up with you and your group in a half hour or so. At this time, you may report to your assigned room and wait for the gentlemen. I wish to speak to them for a few moments." The five young men knew what was coming; Richards was going to read their project proposal and see right through it. Their attempts to hide the fact that they wanted to force the girl into wearing as little as possible would be all too apparent. He would probably attack them for their lack of professionalism. He instead chuckled to himself. "Do you gentlemen think that this proposal has even scratched the surface of feminine anatomy?" Whitmeyer raised his eyebrows, "Sir?" he asked surprised. "Gentlemen, this proposal is exactly what I expected of your group. It lacks depth. It lacks courage. That woman has opted for this. Don't go easy on her. While she is working with us, the idea is to explore elements of feminine anatomy that are exclusive to females. Fat content - rubbish!" He took their proposal and tore it in half. He produced a typed paper from his folder of notes and miscellaneous Dean's paperwork. "This will be your project. I expect you to follow it to the letter. You've got a lot of work gentlemen, now go find your 'patient' and get started. I'll check on your progress later." The men waited until Richards had entered the hallway before diving into the pages of typed text. Page one casually explained that today's scheduled class was going to begin with a complete examination of the volunteer. There were many asterisks explaining how thorough the exam was going to be. It included a breast examination, pelvic and rectal examination. In the margins, Richards scribbled alternative means of doing certain procedures and explained that in some cases he wanted certain things done both ways, and he wanted every group member to have a chance. It seemed that they'd be taking her temperature both orally and rectally! Holy shit! This was nearly too much for the young men to handle. Each one's mouth became dry, and hundreds of sensations ran through their bodies like electricity. Each one found himself attracted to a certain element of the examination. Raymond kept rereading the part about the pelvic examination, Dale shivered at the thought of touching the girl's breasts, and Zachary the nerdiest of them all was completely obsessed with the thought of recording her temperature rectally- that very notion had been a childhood fantasy of his. Glen and Edward were simply too overwhelmed to speak. Further reading was unnecessary. At least for now... they took deep breaths to regain composure...