Boy Shorts (Classic)

(Written by UMan)

“So?” the girl questioned.

“But she’ll still check me me and she’ll know that I’m going commando!” Emily responded.

“As long as you aren’t wearing casual clothing, you’re fine! As long as you get out there in the next thirty seconds!” the girl yelled, disappearing behind the door.

Getting into her clothes faster than she ever had in her life, Emily pulled on her gym shorts, sports bra and t-shirt. She bent over to grab her shoes and socks when a girl rushed inside and grabbed her waistband.

“Hey!” Emily yelled as she felt her shorts get pulled, revealing her naked butt.

“No time!” the girl shouted, continuing to pull.

Emily was **** to abandon her footwear to keep her shorts in one piece. The girl pulled Emily outside and pointed across the field to where the class was assembled. The two sprinted over to the field and stopped in line as Mrs. Hather stared, unblinking at her stopwatch.

Looking up, she said, “Less than two seconds to go, pushing it close aren’t we Emily?”

Emily mentally cringed as the teacher gave her a glare. Looking around as the teacher took attendance, Emily was able to see that the girls were assembled in one line while the guys had already broken formation to talk with each other. Emily didn’t really know why, but guys always seemed to change faster.

‘Ok, since everyone is here, it’s time to check your attire!” Mrs. Hather said, silencing everyone.

Emily gulped down anxiety. She didn’t like that the guys were behind her, looking her way.

“As you all know, you all signed documents that detailed what you can and cannot wear during this class,” Mrs. Hather announced before looking straight at Emily, “Since you were the last to arrive, you’ll be checked first.”

Emily could hear her heart begin to pound in her chest as Mrs. Hather approached her.

“Please lift your shirt,” she began.

Emily complied without a word. Mrs. Hather nodded in approval as she lowered her pencil to her attendance record.

“Now, please pull out your shorts, so I can check your panties,” she told Emily.

Emily’s arms lowered her shirt back down and moved to her side. Her body was tensing up from fear of what Mrs. Hather would do when she saw that Emily had no panties on. Would she yell at Emily? Would she be ok with it and move on? Would she punish the class and get all the girls mad at her? Emily’s legs began tightening as her knees locked up.

“Please pull out your shorts, Emily,” Mrs. Hather told her.

Emily’s thighs began to harden.

“I’m waiting Emily.” Mrs. Hather said in an annoyed tone as Emily saw a few people fidget down the line.

Her back straightened as the muscles in her back firmed up and her arms became like noodles.

“Emily?” Mrs. Hather said in an angered tone.

Her arms were out of control from her panic but she moved to comply. She slipped her thumbs under her shorts and cringed at what was to come.