“Denise makes a splash, and Amy gets grabby.”

You turn to see Denise staring at you with a wide grin, something you’d have been pretty happy about if not for the full bucket of water in her hands being swung right at you. You raise your arms to your face, bracing for the soapy tsunami being slung your way, but you realize too late that it isn’t your only problem; you glance down at the last second to see Amy knelt at your side, hands darting into your waistband.

“Gotcha,” she said quietly, mirroring Denise, and all at once you feel your shorts plummeting to the ground while Denise slams your front with a bucket’s worth of water. You fall into your back with a thud, and a rip.

“Hah, whoa!” Amy laughs, before growing a bit more sheepish, “Uh, also, whoops.”

As she and Denise rush over to your side, you shake your head to come out of your daze, and look down to a rude awakening. Your old gym shorts apparently couldn’t hold up to the strain of your legs flailing as you feel, and are sitting in two perfect halves around each of your ankles. Your shirt, now about as see-through as any of the girls’, is bunched up exposing your stomach and the lower part of your chest, and your thin, light gray boxer-briefs are themselves turning slightly transparent, clinging tight to the organ underneath.

Looking up and seeing your friends’ eyes locked on to the same spot, you let out a yelp and clamp your hands down over your crotch. Denise shakes away a blush and offers you a hand, and you carefully adjust your cover to take it, as she hoists you to your feet, the girls who come over to investigate getting a good look at the tight buns your shorts show off behind you.

“What the hell, Amy?!” Denise starts on your behalf.

“Hey, I said ‘whoops’,” Amy replied, “I just meant to razz him a little, I didn’t think you were gonna blast him away at the same time!”

“I was just trying to get Sam in on the fun!”

“So was I!”

“Enough!” shouts Danika. You look over to see her at the front of the circle that’s formed around you; it’s easy to forget that the stoic blond beanpole that is your student council president can be quite forceful when she wants to be, especially in comparison to the VP Priyanka, currently leaning over her shoulder and blushing while her eyes scanned you up and down. “There’s no way he’s going to be able to keep working like this.”

Your heart sinks as Danika says this, and skips when you hear Denise and Amy start to protest, along with a shiver when the girls around you join in, reminding you of the show they’re getting.

“Aw come on!” Amy shouts, “It’s not like those are shorter or tighter than what the rest of us are wearing!

“And if Sam leaves, I’m going too!” Denise shouts, and a few of her friends on the basketball team make a ruckus behind her, either agreeing with her assessment, or bemoaning her potential absence. Danika stays quiet for a moment, looking you in the eyes- and for a second you can swear her eyes dart down to your lower half, before she sighs.

“Fine, if he wants to, he can stay.” The girls turn to look at you, now, and you almost say no— but seeing Denise’s pleading eyes keep you in place.

“Uh, yeah, sure.” You say, swallowing as, while the rest of you stays dripping wet, your mouth starts to turn dry. A few cheers go up through the crowd, and as Danika starts to hurry people back to work, Amy and Denise sidle up beside you.

“So, uh, sorry ‘bout your shorts, dude.” Amy says. Her tone is sheepish, but her eyes are shameless as she checks out your ass.

“Yeah, well...” you grumble. Denise isn’t saying much, but then she grabs one of your arms (causing you to yelp and cover yourself up with the other one) as she leads you and Amy over to join her at the rinsing station. “Whoa, hold on!”