No

Fuck it, it'll be okay right?

You walk into the gymnasium self consciously and see the 60 or so students playing netball. Some people seem to be giggling or at-least smiling when they see you in women's cycling shorts.

You try to ignore them and see Jess run towards you, "Hi Joe! You HAVE to come join our tea-" she'd glanced down and seen your package, "-m... ohh... erm I... Like your shorts." She says between poorly suppressed giggles.

"They're Chantelle's, there must have been a mixup or something." You say awkwardly.

"They erm, fit you well." She says before promptly letting our a snort of laughter.

You awkwardly walk over to the sounds of wolf whistles and chortles. Sophie and Chantelle are struggling to contain their laughter. You try to act cool just play, ignoring people around you.

You've just about forgotten your predicament when you score a goal right over your sister and do an 'L' on your forehead to tease her. As you turn around though she storms up behind you and in one swift motion pulls down your cycling shorts. Sophie is right in-front of you and her eyes turn wide like dinner plates, "HOLY SHIT, are those panties?!"

You hear Jess' voice too, "Oh my god, I can't believe I used to fancy him, look how small his dick is."

You hear footsteps running and realise Chantelle is on her way out with your... or well her, shorts.