Mascot

"I thought I wasn't in trouble." John said.

"Oh, this isn't really a punishment since you'll enjoy it! Now, the school board has wanted this school to change its mascot from the 'culturally insensitive' Confederates. So, we have been in need of someone to model the potential mascot uniforms and then on Friday, we will have them vote." Principal Strickland explained.

"So, I'll just be modeling the mascot uniforms?" John asked, not sure why she made it sound like he would be embarrassed wearing goofy mascot suits.

"Yep, each morning, you'll change into a different mascot uniform and wear it for the day so all the students will be able to see it and make a decision. There will also be a short assembly near lunch time for students to get an up close view and take pictures if they like. It's going to be such fun!" The woman nearly squeaked in excitement.

"Well...OK. can I change into one now?" He asked, hoping for some cover.

"Oh of course. Just get up and remove your shirt." She said.

John shrugged his shoulders and stood up, taking off his shirt and leaving it on the chair he was once sitting in. The loin cloth fell back into place, and he waited for her to give him the rest of the outfit.

"Ok, not bad for a boy of 18. Turn around and I'll help you put on the rest of the outfit." She said.

He figured she wanted it to be a surprise, so he turned around, but then she looped something over his arms and place the strap on his shoulder. She then grabbed his other wrist and pulled it behind him to pull similar strap around him arm and guide it to his shoulder.

"There!" She said.

John looked down. He was still wearing the thin loin cloth, and but now there were two white straps on his shoulders that he has no idea what they were for.

"What the?" He said aloud.

"Look behind you." She said, her smile evident in her voice.

He looked back and saw two angel wings on his back!

"Your wearing the Cochran High Cupid costume! With...a couple modifications of course." She smirked.

"Wait...THIS is the mascot costume?" He blushed as he tried to comprehend the situation.

"Yep. You'll be wearing that all day until I need it back, of course. I wanted to give you that bottom piece myself, but Janitor Harris made me an offer I couldn't refuse. In exchange for your pants and underwear, she would give you that bottom piece. However, since your pants were...unusable, we made a new deal." She explained.

"What kind of deal?"

"Since she wanted to keep your underpants, she will be confiscating every pair your wear to school this week when you change into your mascot uniforms. If you decide to go commando, it just means that we would have to revisit our agreement. Besides, what's 4 pairs of...what I'm assuming are tidy whiteys? You'll be free to wear them after this week is over, unless you somehow get into more trouble." She said, secretly plotting against him.

"Um, sure." John replied, not sure what was going on.

He still wasn't sure what was going on, but he was expected to wear different mascot uniforms and have the students vote on their favorite on Friday. He just hope the day wouldn't be too embarrassing. The principal ushered him out of her office, the mostly naked boy shuffled into the hall and made his way to his locker where his backpack still sat. He was about to put it on, but realized it would smash the wings. He took his schedule out of the pocket and was reading it just as the bell rang.

RRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNGGGG

Students poured out into the hall, and stopped as they saw the boy holding his backpack only wearing costume wings and a sheer loin cloth that barely hid anything.

"Hey, it's that dickless loser from this morning!"

"What's he wearing?"

"Probably thinks this is more his style now, since he can't be one of the guys anymore!"

"I think he looks cute!"

"I'm posting this to insta!"

"TikTok!"

"No, snapchat!"

Everyone laughed as John blushed and tried to walk through the crowd.

"Hey, Stubby, where you going so soon?" A guy called out to him, eliciting laughs.

John ignored all the laughs and jeers directed at him, despite hearing a few positive remarks, and headed to his 2nd period class, which was...