Gym

Math and Chemistry got just fine, nothing too out of the ordinary besides some funny looks. But now we come to gym class. With the school only having one locker room, I had no idea how the school was gonna handle this. Not to mention that the school doesn't have male gym uniforms and doesn't allow students to bring their own.

As requested, I leave chemistry early to go to the gym to meet the coach, a woman in her early 30s who looks like the stereotypical female coach. Tall, tan, and busty with long dark brown hair and dressed in a tank top and athletic short. She smiles when she sees me arrive.

"George right?" she asks then continues when I nod "Alright great, lets figure out what we're gonna do with you" she waves me toward a door and opens it for me. Inside is her office, a simple space with her own locker for changing, a shower head mounted to the wall over a sunken part of the floor, a desk for her to work at, and two doors, one to the storage room and one to the locker room. Next to the door to the locker room and behind her desk is a large window to the locker room so that she can supervise students when needed. She picks up a remote from her desk and presses a button and shutter lowers over the window into the locker room

"Well to start things off, we need some kinda uniform for you. We dont have anything in sizes for guys but the larger girl sizes should fit you well enough" she opens the locker and gestures toward it. "Ill check the storage room, in the meantime go ahead and get undressed, we're short on time today. Just toss your clothes in the locker there"

I hesitate for a minute, not sure I heard her correctly "Wait, right here?" I ask, feeling myself blush already "Right in front of you?"

She just shrugs "Well its either here or you can try and hide behind the bleachers in the gym and pray nobody sees you" she says "We aren't making a guys locker room for one student, so hurry up"

Sighing, I take off my shirt and jeans, putting them in the locker and waiting for the coach in only my boxers as I watch the coach rummage around the storage room for uniforms, taking the chance to stare at her ass and legs as she bends down to get a box. Finally she comes back, carrying a few sets of shirts and shorts. She looks at me, her gaze going down my body to my boxers, then looks between them and the shorts

"Those wont do" she says, pointing at my boxers "Take them off, they go in the locker too"

I of course look at her like she's insane "What?! Why?!" I ask, putting my hands over my crotch both to hide the erection I dont want to be getting right now and because her stare makes me uncomfortable

The coach sighs, holding up a pair of shorts "Those boxers are longer than any of the shorts we have here. They'd show plainly even when you're dressed and since exposed underwear is strictly not allowed, you cant wear them in this class. Besides, you'd be showering here anyway so Id be seeing you naked no matter what"

"And what if I wont strip naked right in front of you?" I ask

"Well you wouldn't be able to do the class and you'd be dropped because you wouldn't wear the uniform. Your call, man. Just hurry up and choose before the girls get here or you'll have to figure out how to change with the shutter open so I can keep those girls from wrecking the locker room"