“Principal Strickland is out to lunch...”

“...You’ll have to come back at the end of the day. Now, go back to class.”

John was relieved for a moment, and then became overrun with the feeling of embarrassment at having to walk to class like this. He felt a pearl of precum threaten to leak out of his tiny penis as he was about to stand.

“Excuse me, miss.” The secretary looked up again. John was standing with his hands over the front of panties, shielding as best he could. “D-do you perhaps have any clothes I could wear back to class? I can’t be expected to walk around all day like _this _can I?”

The secretary was mulling it over in her mind. After a few minutes she came to a decision on what to do with this boy. She reached from behind her desk into a drawer and brought forth a cheerleading outfit that had to have been at least two sizes too small.

“Well?” The secretary asks, holding out the skirt and top, both emblazoned with the school’s monogram, the rest of the fabric a gentle baby blue with white trim.

John had to think quick. This was slowly becoming absolutely unbearable. But he couldn’t very well walk around in only the panties, which had now grown a small but noticeable stain from John’s arousal. But was this cheerleading uniform any better? A drop of clear fluid made its way down to his tightening pitiful ballsack, he moaned.