Jordan gets her pants and tragedy strikes.

"Here." Tommy shot a pair of black gym shorts at Jordan's sweaty body, "Hope they fit." Tommy walked out of class.

Jordan rushed to put on the shorts. Clearly, they were Tommy's gym shorts, incredibly smelly. She slid them up her legs, reaching far up to her stomach. Jordan's eyes sank when she realized they were way too large for her. She'd have to hold them up to keep them covering her bits. Jordan sighed and got up holding her shorts to her waist with one hand. Her jacket closed together in the other hand and with her head down low.

Jordan walked the halls to her next class. Rushing forward, clothes gripped. With the friction from the shorts and maybe from what has been happening to her, Jordan noticed a slight dampening of the bottom of her pulled-tight shorts.

Jordan's pep in the step managed to attract the attention of Troy Sanders. A very popular member of the high school's football team. He's a real harasser but much like most people, he can get away with pretty much anything.

"Hey whose that hot emo girl?" Troy said smirking to his friend

"Idk?"

"Hold on, look at her outfit. She's got a total camel toe!" Troy said just enough for Jordan to stop in her tracks and then keep walking, even faster. "Whoops, look like she heard me... This is going to be fun."

Troy jogged up to Jordan effortlessly pushing her into a nearby locker. Jordan yelped and almost let her pants slip down. She caught it though, her jacket was a different story. It flung open just enough to let Troy know her predicament.

"Hey good looking," Troy said placing a hand on Jordan's hip. She recoiled but didn't hesitate. "Don't spare me the details. You have no underwear don't ya?"

Jordan nodded as her face grew red.

"Submissive, are we? stranger." Troy said placing his hand onto Jordan's tightly gripped hand holding her shorts up. He moved it up her body until she had **** but to let it go. Troy caught the shorts with his other hand before they could drop down her legs.

RRRRrrrrrrinngggggggggggggggggg

The bell rang and everyone started dispersing away into classrooms. Jordan and Troy stared at each other in deadlock. Jordan's face was red with shame, yet she could tell her pants were damper than before. Soon it was just Troy and Jordan in the halls. He peaked around and let go of her shorts. Jordan went wide-eyed and tried to shift her hands, but Troy stopped her. Instead redirected her hands up against the locker revealing a heavy side boob to Troy. Jordan bit her lip in anticipation.

"A lip bitter ehh, I knew this must've been a kink thing," Troy said as Jordan's new shorts dropped to her feet.

"You like this huh," Jordan nodded her head

"You haven't said a word, why is that?"

"I-I...I don't know" Jordan whimpered out crossing her legs. "I'm embarrassed, being bottomless in school....maybe..."

"Hmm, yeah, I would be too..." Troy shrugged "I'm not done with you, but I don't want to miss my next class. Its wood shop kinda got like a bad grade in that class."

Jordan nodded as her legs shuffled in place, her hands still held up.

"So this is what I'll do, after school today. Come by the locker rooms. I'll get what I want, and what I think you want." Troy said placing a finger over Jordan's wet pussy. Jordan flinched and shook her head.

"If you don't, well, I'll just recreate this little scene but maybe in the courtyard..." Troy chuckled and let go of Jordan. She fell back onto the locker. Troy trotted away as Jordan yanked up her pants and fixed her jacket.

"Fuck, I need to go somewhere safe..." Jordan anxiously thought to herself. She had a few options. Hide out and then meet with Troy or leave and take a long walk home.