This can't be happening!

For a long moment, you do nothing. You just freeze. You can't believe this is really happening.

Shannon is blushing, covering her mouth with her hand to hide a shy smile and shooting surreptitious glances your way. Grace's eyes are wide, and her mouth has fallen open with astonishment and delight. Chloe is chuckling as Tammy whispers something in her ear. Ashley regards you with a smirk of unmistakeable contempt, clearly loving your discomfort. They're all looking at you. All the girls in your class. As you stand there with your jeans around your ankles, your legs bare and your black briefs on display.

"Well?" Coach Preda barks in your ear, standing behind you. "What are you waiting for?"

You can't think of anything to say. You want to bend down and pull your pants back up, but there's no way the coach would let you get away with it. So you just stand there, totally frozen, in front of twenty giggling girls, feeling the heat creep through your body.

"Shirt off! Now!"

"I..." You stumble over the words. She can't really mean that, can she?

"Do you want to fail this class? Or do you want to take your shirt off?"

Well, you certainly don't want to fail the class. But to start stripping... you look at the eager eyes of the girls, and gulp at the thought of getting even more naked in front of them. Maybe if you play along, the coach will go easy on you? Maybe she won't make you get entirely naked? She can't really mean it, right? Nobody would be that cruel to an innocent student like you!

The shirt comes off. A tap on the butt from Coach Preda and you step forward, out of your jeans.

"Good boy, John," she purrs, as you step forward to rejoin the girls. They look very smart and neat in their gym uniforms, much more elegant and well-dressed than they seemed to you a moment ago. "I'll let you keep your underwear on. For now."

It's a little comfort, but not much. The shirt and jeans vanish into the coach's gym bag as you shuffle into line between Ashley and Shannon, trying to look as inconspicuous as you can in just your uncomfortably tiny black briefs. The whistle blows.

"Alright, pair off. We're going to do some warm-up stretches."