Tails

It was tails. Tommy’s heart stopped, waiting for something to happen. But a minute went by. Then two. Then three. Was nothing going to happen? The last two times the “magic” happened right away. As Tommy thought to himself, the coach shouted out class instructions, breaking his train of thought.

“Time to get your bodies moving! Today we’re gonna have boys outside for soccer and girls in the gym here for basketball,”

Everyone got up to go start their sport. I went to follow the boys outside but the coach stopped me at the door.

“We have an uneven number of guys. Teams won’t be fair. Since you showed up tardy you’re staying in here with the girls,”

Tommy agreed, because he really didn’t mind it. He walked up to the basketball court to gather with the girls, who were dividing into teams. Sydney tapped him on the shoulder.

“Would you mind holding my phone for me? These stupid shorts I picked from the lost and found don’t have pockets,” she asked.

“Oh yeah for sure, no problem,” said Tommy. When a pretty girl asks you for a favor, you say yes.

The teams were divided. It wasn’t until they began to play that Tommy realized he had quite a few cuties in his gym class this year. In fact, they were all good looking. This never happened. His gaze on a particularly busty red head was blocked when he got passed the ball. Instinctively, he caught it. He went up to go shoot, hopped, and then it happened. He had comepletly forgot about the penny by that point.

Sydney’s phone plus his own was too much weight for his shorts with an untied waistband. His shorts came straight down, and thank god he was wearing underwear. He was left infront of about 20 girls wearing a tight pair of purple briefs. After a moment of silence, the gym broke out into laughter. Tommy quickly pulled his pants back up, but the damage was done.

“Nice underwear Tommy!”

“Been doing squats?”

“Very form fitting!”

The penny had worked. That was all the proof Tommy needed. The magic was real.

After the humiliating class, Thomas stuffed the penny into his pocket and told himself he wouldn’t use it again unless he was absolutely sure he wouldn’t be the one on the clothes-losing end of the penny.