It was the last month of senior year. It was getting warmer out due to the approaching summer. Since Nate Lawmaker only had one more month to fulfill his exhibitionistic fantasies in a high school setting, he knew he had to step up his game. With the weather warming up, it also meant he could more comfortably engage in some public nudity.
He'd done enough mind-skimming to know each of the students he shared most of his class schedule with, including that they were all 18 at minimum due to this being the end of their senior year. It was typically the late teens and early twenty year olds who were generally the most impulsive, hormonal, and immature, and thus easiest for him to influence into stripping or humiliating him.
Nate was unlucky, or lucky, enough to have his gym class as his second period of the day. It meant a lot of people were still tired and waking up when they were meant to do some physical activity, but it also meant people were more easy to influence, less likely to be situationally aware, and it meant if he wanted something to last the whole day, the locker room was a good place to start it.
As Nate filed into the gym in his gym uniform with the others, he saw Coach O'Shea and Coach Markowski waiting. O'Shea was the coach for the boys' teams, while Markowski was the coach for the girls' teams, though they both had equal and interchangeable power during P.E. classes. Their segregations only really came up during after-school sports.
Coach O'Shea was actually a pretty young-looking, buff guy. He was like one of those friendly, upbeat exercise-bros you'd meet at the gym. Coach Markowski meanwhile was a middle-aged recent mother, happily married to her wife. But as to be expected from a P.E. coach, she looked really fit for her age.
Coach O'Shea gave one of those 'lets get started' claps. "Okay, everyone! We're gonna play basketball! Shirts versus skins. Unfortunately, we have thirteen students and only ten can play. Divide into shirts and skins. Of the three left, decide between yourselves who sits out as a substitution and who acts as neutral referee and scorekeeper. Whoever wins gets a prize, losers get a penalty!"
Madison raised her hand.
"What up, Madison?" Nate could almost see the sparkle in Coach O'Shea's teeth as he smiled at her.
"Sir, we have an imbalance of boys and girls. What happens if a girl is on the skins team?" Madison asked, genuine concern on her face.
Coach O'Shea gave a good-natured chuckle. "Glad you asked! Well, normally, that's not much of a problem when we have five boys who can fill all the players on the Skins Team. But I actually just got word from the principal this morning that as part of new gender equality regulation, any girls who want to be on the Skins Team can go ahead, so long as they don't mind going topless with the boys."
The others murmured among each other about that, either shocked or hoping to see boobs. Madison remained focused. "What? But that can't be right... Why would Coach Markowski allow this?"
Coach O'Shea had to bring his hand to his lips to hold back his snort. The reason was revealed when Coach Markowski herself waved from next to him. "It was my suggestion in the first place. It's 2021, Madison. Why are we still getting pissy about some shirtless girls when boys can go topless just fine? Get with the current times, honey pie."
Madison was left a bit speechless, but... While not in line with her morals, it was all following rules, however recently-instated those rules were, so Madison just didn't say anything and gazed down at the gymnasium floor with clear discomfort.
Nate raised his hand. "I volunteer for skins!" He was already formulating a plan to wind up naked in P.E., and choosing skins removed a step.
"Alright Nate, get that shirt off!" O'Shea said, "Who else is going to volunteer?"
The girls all kept silent, clearly not wanting to play topless for their fellow students. Nate turned around, grabbed the front of his uniform, and pulled it open, then he unbuttoned the bottom two buttons of his shorts. His shorts lowered a little, hanging off his hips.
Coach O'Shea and Coach Markowski watched Nate strip. His torso was well-toned, but not overly muscular, and his arms and chest were hairless. Coach O'Shea grinned. "Looks like you've been training!"
Coach Markowski chuckled, "That's enough, Nate. Let's move on." Madison gave a weak shrug, but Nate knew he'd gotten her attention.
A hand shot up. "I volunteer,"