You dispose of the sock discreetly

You get in, chuck the sock in the toilet and get out, just as Alex is coming in. 'What were you doing in the girl's bathroom?' He remarks as he walks alongside you to class. You must about mumble an excuse of being in a rush and he rolls his eyes seemingly accepting this flimsy excuse.

As you walk into class you take your usual seat in the 'cool' section of the room with Chantelle, Jess, Sophie and a few of the lads from the football team.

Chantelle is arguing with one of the boys, Chad. 'Seriously Chad, give me back my pink satin panties, they're missing and I KNOW you took them.' She says, with a sly smile. 'Or are you wearing them?'.

Chad retaliates, 'I don't wear panties Chantelle, you have been with me enough times to know I wouldn't fit in them... No man would fit in those.' He pulls down the side of his jeans to show his black boxers, to prove his point.

'No man, quite right.' Chantelle giggles and you blush.

You interject, 'Can you guys stop talking about my twin sister's underwear please, I don't need that mental image.'

Jess and Sophie giggle, Chantelle gives you a **** stare and the others lads laugh too. 'it's fair enough', says Jake.

You take the opportunity to flirt, 'Everyone can see yours Sophie, they're well above your jeans.' Jess giggles.

Sophie aims a comment at her, 'Just because you're wearing granny pants Jess.' Who then flushes a deep crimson.

'THEY ARE NOT!', Jess says, visibly embarrassed. Sophie, the bigger of the two, lifts up Jess' skirt exposing her high waisted black panties. You let out a snort of laughter and Jess looks devastated.

'You can't laugh Joe, you wear tighty-whities.' Chantelle remarks.

'I absolutely fucking don't, I wear boxers I'm not five years old.' You retort, angrily.

'Prove it.' Sophie says sidling in to you. Chantelle flashes a wicked grin.

'Yeah Joe, prove it.' Chantelle says smugly.

'Joe, why is everyone being distracted by you when I'm trying to teach the lesson?' Mr's Harper, the hottest teacher in school by far says. You dither on the answer and this annoys her more, 'Stand up'.

You do as she commands and the whole class is looking at you. Sophie has slipped a note onto your desk, *I'm seeing those boxers later.*

'OH MY GOD' Chantelle says dramatically, 'IS THAT A BOW POKING OVER YOUR JEANS?' You look down immediately, anxious. Nothing is showing but your reaction has betrayed you, you're bright red. 'Oh my god.. as if you even looked Joe, it's not like you have them.' She then feigns shock as you look at her pleadingly, you look over to the teacher, willing her to interject, she doesn't. 'Oh my god, you are NOT wearing my panties right now.' Chantelle says, feigning anger.

The whole class is looking to you now, the cheerleaders ogling you in the hall are now whispering amongst each other and Mr's Harper's eyebrow is raised quizzically. Jess no longer looks sad and she makes direct eye contact with you, she looks a bit shocked.

Sophie commands the situation, 'Sorry guys, if you saw P.E, with Joe earlier and I can promise he would not fit into Women's underwear.' She says, stroking your arm. She rolls her eyes and says, 'Just prove it.' She's stood up and in front of you now, semi defending you and facing the rest of the class.

Mr's Harper finally seems to save your blushes, 'ENOUGH IS EN...' You see her put her hand to her mouth to suppress a smile. The cheerleaders are showing a mix of hysteric laughter and shock. You soon realise why.

Jake, impatient with proceedings had taken it upon himself to yank your jeans down to your ankles. You were stood with the whole class seeing you in Chantelle's panties, which you fit well within, the bulge on show displayed quite how well endowed you weren't. The satin panties were clinging to your arse and small appendage, the outline was undeniable. It was Jess' turn to snort with laughter and Chantelle roared out, 'YOU'RE WEARING MY FUCKING PANTIES!'

At this, Sophie swivelled round looking at you face to face still smiling, then she looked down, it turned to horror. She flapped her hands dramatically and made a point not to look, seemingly visibly appalled.

You turn to Jess in your state of pure surprise and terror and walk toward her, pleading with your eyes. She is looking almost sympathetic, having had a crush on you forever she is your last hope. You've forgotten the jeans are round your ankles though and you stumble forward towards her. Instead of offering support she ducks out of the way and your hands instead latch onto the skirt of the person behind her which drops to her ankles revealing her white cotton thong. On all fours and with your face up against it, you see the small white bow and frilled edges, the word 'princess' is embroidered.

You stare for a good moment, then look up, making eye contact with a horrified Chantelle. You utter the words, 'Oh god, no.' Before ejaculating in the panties.