"...Mr. Ymous, please stay behind for a minute after class." Your science teacher's voice cuts into your daydreams, making you look back forward from the window you'd been staring out of. It'd been a long day at school; the heat and blue sky outside was calling your name, wanting even you to go run and play and swim. However, it seems your teacher wants to have a word with you. You hope it isn't anything too bad — yeah, you had difficulty focusing, but surely she had to understand. She was a teenager at one time, too, right? Mrs. Smith never seemed like a very strict teacher — firm perhaps, but not strict — so it was a surprise for her to hold you back. It wasn't like you got bad grades in her class — you didn't always get the best grades in the class, but you were up there.
The rest of class crawled by slowly. Despite the current module being about human anatomy and biology, Mrs. Smith always handled it professionally, allowing the titters — heh — of the class to die off on their own when the topics of genitals had come up. However, it still brought a blush to your cheeks whenever it came up. Finally, the bell rang, marking the end of the school day, and all the students started quickly packing their stuff into their backpacks to go home. All except for you, that is. You pack your things with a bit more leisure. You figure you probably won't need them for whatever Mrs. Smith wants to talk to you about, and you can leave faster afterward.
After the rest of the students had left, Mrs. Smith closed her classroom door behind them, before settling down at her desk to do paperwork. This only made you more apprehensive, however. You slowly make your way up to her desk. "What did you want to talk to me about, Mrs. Smith?"
She looks up at you, her eyes surprisingly kind at this distance. "Ah, Mr. Ymous. How are you doing?"
Slightly taken aback at her interest in your well-being, you respond that you're doing alright, though you sheepishly admit that you'd been a bit distracted by looking at the clouds.
"Yes, I noticed. It's a beautiful day outside; those cumulus clouds will likely scud right by in the breeze, but it wouldn't surprise me if there was rain midway through next week," she remarks. It was always interesting to hear her remarks on cloud formations and the like; during the module on them, she'd managed to predict the weather almost to the day the whole way through. One of the bonus questions on the test was to try to guess what the weather the next day would be like. She did fun stuff like that sometimes, making her a favorite teacher of quite a few of the students, including you.
Eventually, the topic returns to the reason she kept you back. "I'd like to talk to you about the results of your last quiz."
She lays down your most recent test results, from just a few days ago. A red tint comes to your cheeks as you remember that quiz. It was on some of the more...intimate parts of human anatomy; your embarrassment had led to you being unable to answer half the questions, and, judging by the low grade, you'd probably messed up most of the rest of them.
"Mr. Ymous — Anon. I believe you can do better than this; especially considering your past test results. You've always been a good student, which tells me you can absolutely do better than what I'm seeing here."
You turn your head down, her disappointment hurting more than you'd expected. "Y-yes, ma'am." Unbidden, a few tears start to form at the corners of your eyes, and you blink furiously to try to clear them away. When you manage to look back up at her understanding face, she continues, her tone shifting.
"Sometimes, the diagrams are more confusing than helpful. Let's take it from the top, and see if a hands-on lesson will help you, Anon. Let's do a test on something a bit more...real. For instance, me." She pulls off her vest, laying it on her chair. "We can try some practical anatomy and biology lessons, and see if you can get through them. Without blushing so red as to be visible across the room, that is," she teases you, tapping her finger on the tip of your nose.
You stand still, stunned. She wants to do what? Sure, some of the other kids had teased you and called you teacher's pet, but never in a million years would you have expected Mrs. Smith to be standing in front of you, preparing to strip and demonstrate what her own body parts are called.
Not seeing you respond in the negative, Mrs. Smith begins to show you, pointing to various intimate parts of her body. "These are my