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After finishing breakfast one Monday before school, you're in your room getting changed out of your household clothes, looking at yourself in the mirror. You barely recognize yourself now. It's a school day, so you're wearing boy clothes - jeans, a T-shirt, and sneakers - and it feels strange somehow. After wearing skirts and heels all weekend, it sort of feels wrong to just throw something on.

You take out your phone and glance at the most recent pic in your album - you wearing the full makeup Megan had done for you. You've been looking at it a lot since since that night. Whenever you do, it makes you feel uncomfortable. You touch your own face with your fingertips, half expecting the makeup to still be on, and hear Megan's voice echo inside your head: Let's just be friends, okay?

You head to school, trying to clear your head. You have swim practice that morning, but don't really enjoy it as much as normal, even though you took another second off your butterfly.

It isn't until gym that you realize the mistake you made that morning. As you're unbuttoning your pants, you look down and realize that you aren't wearing your normal 'Sports Pants' briefs. You're wearing frilly pink panties! You got so used to just throwing them on in the mornings, you forgot that you take them off for school! And worse, it was one of your girliest pairs - a powder pink bikini cut with a butterfly pattern print.

You quickly button-up and look around. The locker room is filled with guys horsing around. Dudes from the football team are there. Guys from all your classes are there. No one is paying much attention to you, but it's pretty obvious that no one else is wearing panties. The room is a sea of muscles and masculinity, and nearly every guy there is wearing some iteration of blue plaid boxers.

Your heart beats fast in your chest. You still have a few minutes to change, so you could wait until the last minute and hope most of the other guys leave for the gym before you de-pants. But that might backfire since a lot of guys just hang out and play around in the locker room before class. Waiting might mean you would be the last guy actually changing, drawing more attention to yourself instead of less.

You decide to hedge your bets and go for it as quickly as possible about mid-way through your changing window.

You unbutton and unzip and quickly look around over your shoulder. No one is looking your way, so you yank your pants down and pick up your gym shorts. Your hands are shaking and you struggle to turn them right-side-out.

You get your shorts around your ankles when you hear someone say loudly, "Dude, are you wearing girl underwear?"

You turn around, nearly tripping, and tip back against the lockers, covering up your lap area with both hands and blushing. The accuser is a football player you're pretty sure is named Rodney. You don't know enough about football to know what position he plays, but you know he's big, strong, and sports a close-shaved haircut like he's going into the military or something.

You stammer, "I... n-no I just, um... I must have accidentally--"

Rodney smirks. "--Accidentally? How do you accidentally put on panties? And they actually fit you! You look like a girl" He laughs loudly and a few other guys start looking over and whispering. Your face feels like it's boiling. You're sure it must be as red as a tomato.

"I... I don't know..." you whisper meekly, looking to the side and wishing you could disappear. Your social life is over! This was it, the metaphorical **** of your high school career! What few friends you had would stop talking to you. You would be ostracized by your peers. And all you could do was try to hide what little modesty you had left. You were beyond mortified. You were humiliated!

You close your eyes and start to sniffle. You can feel warm tears well up under your eyelids. Your body begins to shake and heave in gentle spasms, the precursor to full-on sobbing. Oh god, you're about to cry in the middle of the locker room in front of tons of guys in your grade.

Rodney grabs your arm and pulls it to the side, away from where it's covering your undies. "Come on, I wanna see! Don't be shy. Sissies like you love attention, don't y-"

Rodney stops talking suddenly and his hand yanks away from your arm. You let out a few more sniffles then open your eyes.

Lucas is holding Rodney's wrist and glaring at him. He's shirtless, wearing only his gym shorts.

"That's enough, Rodney," he says. "Leave Aiken alone. Class is about to start." He drops the football player's wrist and pushes past him towards you.

"I... Thank you..." you whisper. You can't meet your savior's eye. It's embarrassing enough that he had to save you from a bully, but you're still standing there in just panties. You never wanted Lucas of all people to see you like this. He doesn't look happy.

"Get changed and follow me," is all he says. He doesn't even look at you until you finish. He puts a shirt on, then grabs your wrist and pulls you out of the locker room and down the hall to the head coach's office. He knocks on the door and waits, still not looking at you. You wonder why he brought you to the head coach's office and not to the gym teacher. Was he reporting you? Was he reporting Rodney? He looked pissed. You've never seen him like this.

The head coach is named Mr. Brunson, and he's exactly what you would think a football coach would look like. Big and burly. He furrows his brow when he sees you and Lucas standing at his office door. "Can I help you two?"

Lucas takes a deep breath and says, still holding your wrist, "Sir. Aiken wants to start changing in the girl's locker room!"

What?!