Take a breath and relax

You sit for a few minutes and begin to calm down as the humiliation fades. After a few minutes of reflection you realize that going against your pledge now would only serve to make you feel like a failure. Besides, you tell yourself, it won't be long until nobody remembers you at all, and you can just slip back into every day college life. After taking some time to recover, you head back to class and go about your day.

The next few days prove rather uneventful. It feels like everything has gone back to normal. Even the teasing and whispering when you walk by has died down. You awake Friday morning surprised to find yourself actually excited for the weekend. You spring out of bed and open your drawers to find that you forgot to do your laundry the night before. The only items you have to wear are a basic black t-shirt, and a pair of gray basketball shorts. You think nothing of it, but when you open your other drawer you can't find any underwear. The idea of going commando under some shorts isn't exactly your idea of fun, but it doesn't look like you have much choice.

The day goes mostly without incident. You're incredibly self conscious about the possibility of the outline of your unimpressive member showing through the shorts, but nobody seems to notice. It seems like you're going to get through the day without incident. That is... until biology.

You sit in your desk, your eyes locked on Ms. Adams, the single hottest teacher on campus. You can't take your gaze off of her slightly unbuttoned blouse holding in her large round breasts, and when you do it's only to shift them down to the gorgeous legs wrapped in a set of black stockings that all sits beneath a tight, thigh length skirt.

Every time she turns around, you're absolutely hypnotized by the dark blue fabric stretched across her ample backside. You can't help but wonder what sort of panties she might be wearing under there. Perhaps something practical but comfortable. Maybe a pair of bright red full backs that ride up just the tiniest bit.

At one point you look down and notice that staring at the woman has caused you to pitch a little tent in your shorts. You adjust yourself slightly to make it less obvious, before turning your attention back to the front of the room. Ms. Adams finishes speaking, and the next words out of her mouth strike your heart with fear.

"Alright. It is now time for your presentations on the different systems of the body. Let's get the giggling out of the way and begin with the reproductive system. Ned, I believe that would be you."

You look at her with terror in your eyes but she motions you to the front, showing no understanding of your situation. In this moment you do the only thing you can think of and grab the book off your desk, holding it in front of your crotch as you make your way to the front. A few of your classmates notice that something is up, and begin whispering to each other as you turn to face the room full of your peers.

"The... the reproduc-"

Before you can even begin, Ms. Adams stops you. "I'm sorry Ned, I'm afraid the assignment is to memorize your presentation. This isn't high school and we don't allow notes during speeches." She does the one thing you silently beg her not to do, and grabs the book out of your hands. For a second or two you're stunned, leaving the tent in your shorts visible to everyone in the room.

"HAHAHA The little nerd has a boner!"

"And it's tiny! I can barely see it!"

"I'll bet he was playing with himself. What a perv!"

You throw your hands over your crotch and close your eyes, the laughter filling your ears. Eventually the teacher gets them to settle down. Now the real question is...