Ashe's poem

You hand out pens and paper, and set up a table on the lawn for the girls to write at. Then you and Raider throw down a blanket on the lawn and enjoy a nice picnic, while the girls stand around the table tryig to concentrate on their work. Writing poetry's hard enough even when you're not standing around naked in public. Every so often you check over their work, offering advice and pointing out when they're not saying nice enough things about Raider.

After an hour of teasing, scribbling and delicious tiny sandwiches with the crusts cut off, the poems are finally ready to go. Ashe is up first. You instruct her to stand on the table, so the whole crowd can follow her performance. It's a delight to watch her scowling face as she climbs up there. A cute sandy-haired tomboy in nothing but her shoes, socks and baseball cap, trembling before the crowd, hating every second of what she's about to do.

"Hi," she mutters, her eyes downcast, not wanting to look into the faces of the assembled crowd. There are hundreds of grinning students on the lawn, of all different kinds and species, all here to bear witness to her spectacular public defeat. "I'm Ashe, and here is my poem.

There once was a tomboy who thought she was cool,

The toughest young woman in all of the school,

She walked down the hallways like she owned the place,

Impressing the world with her skill and her grace.

But Ashe had a secret nobody could know,

Beneath her stuffed bra, she had nothing to show,

Her bare chest was flat where it should have been round,

Her titties were so small, they couldn't be found.

Ashe looked at the other girls, jealously green,

With her boobies so tiny they could't be seen,

She wished for a D-cup, had less than an A,

But nobody knew, and that's how it would stay.

So Ashe remained confident, padding her bra,

If nobody knew, she was sure to go far,

She knew she could always stay cool and composed,

As long as her secret was never exposed.

But that's when the Panty Raider came along,

Saw what she was doing, and knew it was wrong,

A smug little tomboy who lied to the world,

He had to remind her, she was just a girl.

It was so very easy to strip off her bra,

To pull down her pants, so she couldn't run far,

Ashe was too weak and silly to put up a fight,

Though she tried and she struggled with all of her might.

Girls just aren't that tough, though we try to pretend,

We always lose all of our clothes in the end,

Ashe thought she was stronger than any dumb boy,

But Raider stripped her for the world to enjoy.

He peeled off her panties in front of the class,

She howled in complaint as he showed them her ass,

And Ashe's true self was revealed to the school,

A naked, small-titted, bare-assed little fool.

Raider is a genius, and girls are his toys,

We only exist for the boys to enjoy,

So Raider reminded young Ashe of her place,

Ashamed and exposed with a blush on her face,

And made her confess that she wasn't so tough,

When it came to big titties, she hadn't enough.

Her boobies were small, and the whole world could see,

She sat on the tiny titty committee,

Her nipples were naked, her ass was revealed,

And as the school laughed, she just wriggled and squealed.

So if you're a tomboy who wants to act cool,

Don't wear padded bras, and remember the rule,

Never try to act like you're cooler than Raider,

Or you'll wind up like Ashe, when he stripped and displayed her."