Drop the sock

You decide no. Whatever happens, you're done lying to yourself. Besides, it's not as if anyone ever noticed before. Why should they start now? With a smile, and a renewed sense of confidence, you throw on a pair of jeans, and a tight fitting t-shirt, before stepping out of your dorm. You walk by a number of classmates on your way to the cafeteria, and are greeted by a throng of student when you open the doors. Their attempts to converse all blend together in an awkward haze of sound that lingers over the poorly decorated cafeteria.

He tries not to be noticed too much, as he makes his way to the table full of different drinks. He grabs a bottle of water, turning around and surveying the situation again. You smile at the sight of all the gorgeous women in your class, your mind wandering over the possibilities. This is a chance to completely reinvent yourself.

Just as you take a sip, you hear a loud, unfamiliar voice behind you shout "HEY EVERYONE! CHECK IT OUT!" turning the eyes of half the class your direction. You have little time to react, before you feel two hand grab the sides of your pants, and yank them to the ground, revealing your baby blue briefs, and tiny natural bulge to the multitude of onlookers.

For a moment, everything sits frozen in place. Then, all at once, a burst of laughter in the crowd. What seems like thousands of voices wash over him, but his unforgiving brain only picks out the female ones. "Look at those briefs!" "Oh my god, that tiny bulge." "What bulge?" "hung like a fifth grader" etc.