Mrs. Kunt puts a stop to all this unnecessary... drying.

Karen stood up in front of me to get a look at just how wet she was. She felt round her back with one hand, and discovered the seat of her jeans were now completely soaked through. “Gross,” she muttered at her discovery.

“Karen!” Mrs. Kunt snapped at the student.

Karen looked down at me, “Sorry…”

“I didn’t mean to…” I offered in return, before my teacher cut my sentence off .

“No need to apologize, John, we all want to help you, and you haven’t harmed ANYBODY…” she said the last word forcefully as she looked around the room. “So please, class, make Mr. Doe feel comfortable and please REFRAIN from attempting to either avoid any… output… he might produce…”

“But—“ I couldn’t get a word in edgewise. Mrs. Kunt continued stroking my penis as she spoke.

“AND please refrain from attempting to… dry yourselves or your belongings while at school, it’ll only make Mr. Doe feel uncomfortable and try to hold it in the future. Being a wet never hurt anyone, as Nurse Olivia made clear in the announcements.”

I wanted to say that what she was asking of the students wasn’t necessary, but was afraid any further comment might just complicate the situation even further, just as my apology had. All the girls in the room immediately stopped trying to clean themselves up, and gradually went back to whatever it was they previously had been doing, chatting, working on homework, even just twiddling their thumbs and waiting for first period to begin. The room was mostly silent, and I could hear the dripping of urine off of people’s seats, and elbows, and hair, drip dropping onto the tiled floor.