Cloth Dissolving Fluid

Once your eyes land on it, you know you've found the perfect thing. A jar in the back full of a dull green liquid. A solution you concocted that dissolves cloth, but leaves skin and hair completely untouched. Immediately a plan begins to formulate in your mind. That night you go out and purchase a large water gun, visions of vengeance dancing in your head.

You can barely sleep, but eventually the morning comes. With excited hands you fill the tank on the water rifle, and slip it into your bag. It makes the satchel a little awkward, but you'll be executing your plan before anyone can stop you anyway. You slip out of your dorm room and make your way down to the grass in front of the building. That's where you wait. You know she has to walk past here to get to her first class, and it doesn't take long for her to come into view. You quickly slip behind a tree and pull the water gun from your bag, pumping air into the chamber as she approaches. As soon as she's close enough, you jump out from behind the tree and take aim.

"You think stripping people is funny?! Let's see how you like it!"

You pull the trigger, but it seems you may have pumped the gun up too much. The tank on top pops off, spilling the liquid all over you. Within seconds your clothes fall to pieces around you, leaving you in a pair of purple boxers. You're immediately surrounded by the laughter of your classmates, as your yelling drew a lot of attention. You freeze for a moment until you notice a number of people have gotten out their phones to start recording.

You turn to run, but suddenly feel a set of hands grab the waistband of your boxers. They belong to Rebecca. She lifts you high in the air, the seam of your underwear digging into your backside as she does so. The crowd cheers as she holds you up for their amusement. To your horror the pulling on your boxers has caused the flap in the front to pull open, allowing your tiny cock to poke through. It isn't long before the crowd notices.

"Oh my god he has a button dick!"

"That CAN'T be the whole thing!"

"I didn't know they made them that small!"

You can only look around in horror as their cameras capture your humiliation in HD. After a minute or two you gather the wherewithal to squeak out a plea to Rebecca.

"P-please... down."

"What's that?" She replies with a smirk. "Down? If you say so!"

You feel a sense of relief when she sets you back on the ground. This is destroyed when you feel her yank downward, pulling your boxers to your ankles, exposing your little nub in all its glory. You throw your hands over your crotch and weigh your options. You don't want to run off without any clothes, but Rebecca is standing on the one piece you have left. You quickly realize you have ****, and go streaking on back to your dorm, your shame already being spread over social media.

GAME OVER! You have been humiliated! Perhaps you need to learn to control your anger.