Maryse's first strike

You lay in your bed, your dreamlike state allowing you to momentarily forget what's coming your way. Slowly, the humiliating experience from yesterday comes back to you, and you're filled with nerves for the future. After a few moments, your phone vibrates. You check to see a text message from Maryse.

It's on top of your dresser.

You don't want to look, but you know delaying the pain doesn't make it go away. Slowly, you rise, and look at the top of your dresser to see three pieces of clothing. The first two, a pair of black yoga pants and a tight, white t-shirt, make you cringe enough, but when you sees what's beneath, you almost panic. A pair of white boy shorts with red hearts all over them. Your phone vibrates again. Another text.

That's all you get for today. Enjoy, little Amanda ba-donk-a-donk, I know everyone else will. lol <3

You contemplate not going through with it, but the thought of that video getting posted to Maryse's instagram is too much to handle. You take off your pajamas, and pull on the t-shirt, which ends above your belly button. The thin, white fabric shows off the slightest shadow of your bright pink nipples. You pull on the ridiculous panties, and aren't happy when you see that they barely cover any of your large posterior. Your irritation and embarrassment grows when you pull on the yoga pants to find they're more like leggings. Even without bending over, your panties are clearly visible through the fabric. You stand there for a moment, unsure of what to do, but in the end, you head off to class.

You're painfully aware of the pointing and snickering coming from behind you as you walk, but you continue moving on, your backside and embarrassing panties exposed to anyone you walk past. Most of your day goes by, and it's in the cafeteria during dinner that you see Maryse walking toward you, evil grin on her face.