It seems to work at first.

K-T was almost late for his English literature class. He had hoped he could just sneak into class and hide in a corner at the back of the room, making himself forgotten. Sadly the only seat left was front and center. The desks were those stupid things where the desk and chair was one thing and the backrest didn't rise from the seat, it was held up by a bar on the side of the arm rest. It means that one could see the butt and lower back of the person sitting in front of them.

"Hurry up, K-T. We don't have all day, " instructed miss Wenslow, the stern 30 something blonde who was teaching the class. She had drawn everyone's attention to him.

K-T quickly took his seat, trying to figure out if everyone had noticed that he was naked yet. The paint job could make illusion from afar if people didn't look too much, but being at the front pretty much 10 people or so we're placed in position where he would be in their line of sight for the entire class.

So far everything looked like it was working. The class hadn't burst into laughter when he entered nor had the teacher made any remarks. The way the girls had tucked and taped his junk was forcing him to sit with his legs spread or it was crushing his balls.

He was really bored during this class until the part where the teacher started to ask questions about the homework the students had to do for that day.

Mr Spencer their English teacher was very old school despite being barely 40 and insisted that each student should stand up when answering a question.

Today he seemed to be focusing on K-T. He hadn't really studied the play that they were reading and after he failed to answer the first question the teacher picked him every other question.

What K-T didn't notice was that by getting up and down so much he ended scraping off the paint covering his butt on the bottom edge of his back rest.

After years of bullying and making fun of him, some of his classmates has created a private discussion group on an app, a group that now had pretty much every student except K-T in it. They used it to organize pranks on him or share pictures of his misadventures. Because the leaders of some clubs had been offered K-T's service as a model the night before by the faculty what would happen to him had been spread in the group already. And for this morning the instructions were to both play along until it was impossible to pretend not to see it but also to help make his costume fail.

What had just happened wasn't an accident, the person sitting behind him had put a tiny bit of hand sanitizer on the edge of his back rest. The wet alcoholic solution had helped to break the surface of the paint.

When the bell rung K-T quickly got out of the room to avoid standing too close to the other students, he knew that the illusion was purely visual. Anyone touching him would immediately notice that it was his skin. Oblivious to the fact that he was flashing his exposed butt to everyone in the hallway he checked his planning and rushed to his next class.