A change of clothes

"Oh, dear!" Monica feigned concern, helping the boy to his feet. His face was beat red and his khakis were darkly stained with urine. People were laughing at him! Oh God. People were taking pictures! No! "It's okay, accidents happen," she soothed as if she was talking to a child. "Professor Peterson, do you have any dry clothes for Joey?" He hated the nickname and Monica knew it.

"I'll see what I have. Dear, why don't you go get undressed?" The kind teacher gestured to the privacy partition in the back of the room. He scurried to the partition, grateful for the cover as he stripped off his pee-soaked pants and stuffed undies. The bottom of his shirt was wet and he regretfully tossed it as well, cupping his tiny cock with both hands. He blushed crimson when Monica came behind the partition with clothes for him from one of the mannequins, horrified for his longtime bully to see him naked! He hunched over, trying to hide as much of his pale, skinny body as he could. She smirked and passed him the clothes. He grabbed them with one hand, the other placed firmly on his little weiner.

"We got the clothes off of one of the smaller mannequins." Monica could hardly contain her delight. "I'm sure it'll fit." She left him alone, and he finally had the courage to see what humiliation she had prepared for him now.