Dick’s jaw dropped to the floor as he saw the flagpole which had all of his underwear waving in the wind. Every single pair including the pink ruffled panties. And any pair that didn’t fit on the flagpole were lined up on an extended wire like a clothes line.
He noticed that everyone was saluting the flying underwear. He gulped. “Go on, little Dickie,” Madison said. “Salute your shorts. Like a good little boy.”
Dick had **** there was no way out. He just stood there and brought his hand to his forehead in a defeated salute. When everyone saw him, they began teasing and laughing. “Hey, Dickless, see your undies flying in the wind? I bet you wish you could wear them now. Maybe those nice pink ruffled panties. Hahaha.”
“Wow he’s even smaller than before. I didn’t think it was possible. Look at that no bigger than a tic tac. Ha ha.”
“Hey, Dickless you forgot your clothes hahaha.”
“Dick has no dickie!”
“Get to class, nudie boy.”
Dick shuffled inside dreading his first class.
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