Only kind of bad.

...you feel a pair of hands grab the waistband of your gray boxer briefs, and yank them upwards, giving you an incredibly painful wedgie. You howl, as the applause quickly turns to laughter. The crowd pulls out their phones and starts taking pictures, as you feel another pair of hands join in, and lift you up off the ground.

After a few moments of you dangling, someone else grabs your pants, and yanks downward. It takes some effort, but they eventually pull your pants down, and completely off. You quickly throw your hands in front of your tiny package, but you notice a couple women in the front row whispering to each other, and holding their thumb and forefinger an inch apart.

The two men giving you a wedgie don't let up, in fact, they bounce you up and down, until you feel the fabric starting to give. "Guys, no, stop please!" They take no notice of your begging. After another minute or so, your boxer briefs give way, and you drop to the ground. You manage to keep your little secret covered, but that doesn't change the fact that you're sitting on a stage, naked from the waist down, in front of almost the entire school.

"Woah. Looks like someone needs to invest in some stronger underwear," Rick's voice comes booming over the PA "and maybe some of those pills he's been getting all those e-mails about." The crowd erupt in laughter, as you jump up and run off stage, giving everyone a shot of you tight butt, as you run away.

You dodge through a few students in the quad, and rush back to your dorm. Sitting on your bed, you play the incident over and over again in your mind, each time it escalates, until, in your mind, you may as well have run around the auditorium naked.