An embarrassing shirt

Miss Jo snaps her fingers again and walks away. You get up, unsure what to do. Since you can't tell what she did, you head to class.

As soon as you enter Mrs. Teal's math class, the other students start laughing at you. Jessica, one of the cheerleaders who took pictures of your incident yesterday, is laughing so hard she's crying. Mrs. Teal stops writing on the board and turns to look at you.

"Come here, young man." She points at you, and you approach her. "That shirt is completely unacceptable."

You look down at your shirt. It's not the Avengers t-shirt that you put on this morning. Instead, it has a picture of your incident. It's you, in the hallway, naked, with people in the background pointing and laughing. It's exactly how you remember it except that you can tell your penis is smaller, matching the current, tiny size that Miss Jo gave you.

"Take off that shirt!" yells your teacher.

"But... do you have another one I can wear?"

She looks at you sternly. "Take it off right now, or I'll call your parents so they can come look at it."

You quickly take off the shirt. All the students laugh again at your bare, scrawny chest.

"Oh my god!" says Jessica, literally slapping her desktop as she laughs. "Oh my god, oh my god! I took that picture! How did you even get it?! Oh my god!"

Mrs. Teal sends you back to your chair, and you spend the rest of the class trying to ignore the snickers as people occasionally look at you.