Is that really a question?

“Stand up” Susan commanded and I rose “Now what to do with you?”

“You need me” I replied. “Let me tell the rest of my friends that this was all a tragic mistake and you are back in the group.”

Susan smiled at that. “No thanks, you will keep your story straight. Of course you will prevent your “friends” from bullying me.”

“Yes. I can do that. It is a bit weird, but i'm sure I can come up with an excuse."

“Also, i'm feeling awfully embarrassed about what just happened, so you will take some of the heath off me. Step out of your pants.”

“Wah....no please!”

But Susan only smirked “Time to show everyone your cute little boy undies.”

I can't believe the indignity I was about to suffer. I was **** to walk trough the hallways wearing my brothers boxers. I wasn't allowed to cover up in any shape or form or even deviate from my regular school routine. Susan made sure of that.

Up until now my attire was already strange enough, but now this was put up to eleven. I had to do my best to prevent my face from becoming even redder as I entered my classroom to great uproar and sat down in my seat.

“My, my what nice little shorts you have” Lauren commented with a big grin on her face. “That look rather suits you.”

“I will have my ****” I barked back at her. “Be assured of that.”

Beyond Susan there where two other Lackeys in my class who quickly came to my aid and demanded to know who did that to me.

“One of Marel's minions” I lied. “They jumped me and **** me into these disgusting shorts.”

“Oh really?” Lauren laughed out loud. “Marel is truly merciful. Would it been me you would have ended up naked.”

It was about that time when Susan entered the classroom, only showing me a knowing smirk.

You would think the Bitch would be a bit more shaken up after her naked display.

“Hey”, one of my lackeys suddenly suggested. “I think we have someone here who would quite love to donate her skirt.”

“Yeah...” said lackey number two as they both walked over to Susan.

Oh crap.

Susan didn't seem particularly bothered by this and gave me a look of “You will stop them one way or the other.”

But luckily that was just when Mrs. Tompkins showed up to start her class. My Lackeys where bold, but not bold enough to strip a student when a teacher would have **** but to intervene.

The rest of the day thankfully went by without further humiliations. I wasn't sure why Susan didn't make use of her newfound power over me. Perhaps she was just delighted in my anticipation.

It was just when it was time to pack up that I received another text from stupid fat cow.

“Meet me at the gate at five. Your lackeys are welcome to join if they want :)”

I knew better then that so I quickly dashed out of the classroom.

The gate was of course the most crowded place at this point of day, and certainly an area I wanted to avoid in my current state of dress. Just as I arrived I received another text.

“Will be a bit late. Five more minutes. Just stay right where you are.”

Of course.

A few more minutes passed with me being in full view before another text flew in.

“Sorry, five more minutes!”

“Actually, you must be bored.”

“Do some jumping jacks to keep you busy.”

“If I don't see you doing them when I arrive you will be punished.”

OF COURSE

I probably should start right now. I wouldn't put it past stupid fat cow to appear seconds after sending the last text.

And so I started doing jumping jacks while dressed like a complete fool. Obviously this garnered a lot of attention from passing students. Plenty took photos or videos.

That wasn't even the worst part of it, every time my feet touched the ground a sharp jolt of pain assaulted me produced by the bloody candy bar in my ass.

If there was any salvation in this nightmare then it was that I apparently didn't have to follow orders that came via text. As humiliating as this all is, i need to soak up all the information that i can to escape this curse.

After a fucking eternity stupid fat cow finally showed up and I stopped.

“Good work, Gina”, she complimented me with a smile. “Its important to exercise plenty.”

As if this fat bitch know anything about exercising. “I suppose so”, i answered panting.

“I make it up to you. I know a good bakery, your treat”, she gave my a wink as if that was supposed to be funny, and of we went.

Stupid fat cow brought me to a fancy bakery right at busy main street. Of course as with everything humiliation was her goal as we entered the store and took our seats

“So...how was your day?”, stupid fat cow asked with a smug smile.

“How you think?” I answered. “Can I please just go home, i'm sweaty all over and really just want to take a...”

I paused while stupid fat cow gave me a shit eating grin.

A waitress appeared and handed us the menu while giving me a insolent look. Stupid bitch, yes i'm aware that I look like a complete clown.

“Hmm...i think I go with the strawberry shortcake, as for you. I think a nice big slice of black chocolate cake would be just the ticket”

“I hate black chocolate.”

“Good.”

Our order arrived shortly thereafter. Stupid fat cow also opted for a tiny coffee while providing me with a bottle of soda.

“Hm...actually that cake of you reminds me...is it still stuck up there?”

“Yes”, I answered with a groan which made stupid fat cow giggle.

“Well I did gave you an order to keep it up there after all. Say when was the last time you moved your bowels?”

“Three days ago”, I answered mortified.

“I see..hm...” Stupid fat cow took a tiny bit of her strawberry while contemplating as if this was the deepest shit she ever encountered. “Just to make things clear, you can poop to your hearts content. I don't want you to get indigestion after all. Just remember that you have to save the bar, but that was an order so no problem there.” She giggled. “Tell me, would you rather put it at your bedside as is, or lick it clean beforehand?”

“As is” I answered disgusted. “Can we not talk about this right now?” I poked at my cake. “You will forgive me if I don't have any appetite.”

“That's too bad”, said stupid fat cow and sipped at her coffee. “I despise waiting, you know. So If you haven't finished by the time I'm done, you will shove the remainder down your shorts so you can enjoy it at home.”

I blinked at her in complete horror. Stupid fat cow was already halfway finished with her cake while I had almost all of it remaining. “You can't be serious.”

“Try me.”

I knew better and immediately started wolfing down the cake. But really it was hopeless. Stupid fat cow devoured the last piece of her tiny cake with half of mine remaining.

My body froze, but curiously enough it didn't complete the order because...

The coffee!

I counted my blessings as stupid fat cow still had quite a bit of it remaining and it was clearly too hot to simply chug down. So I got to town at the cake once more and barely managed to finish in time.

“Good work” she smiled towards me. “Shame you missed the juice tough.”

“Huh?

I started in shock as my right hand grabbed the almost completely full juice bottle while my left hand opened my shorts. The cold feeling of the bottle pushing against my tights made me wince. There was a small blessing, as at the very least wasn't **** to empty the bottle in my pants. Still this was extremely awkward.

“Excellent, that was very fun, now call the waitress and pay, make sure you leave a generous tip for her”

Finally we left, me holding the bottle inside my shorts making sure it didn't spill.

“That looks rather suggestive...” Stupid fat cow said with a giggle. “Actually let's make this more fun for you. Hand me the bottle.”

I did and she removed the cap. “There now put it back in. Make sure to bring this home with you like this and then drink it. Try to not spill it, that would suck if your brother doesn't allow you to shower. Oh, and as for tomorrow, I have a tiny favor to ask of you...”