Kind of, and yes

You suddenly feel your feet being lifted again and some cloth makes contact with your legs. It doesn't feel like your shorts or underwear, but you are happy with whatever covering you can get at this point. The cloth is pulled up to your waist just as the curtain closes on the final scene. The set is unlatched and you are finally released. You just catch a glimpse of the girls as they run to the wings for their bows.

You inspect your new clothing and find that it's a skirt. Maybe it belongs to Ashley? It comes almost to your knees and covers the essentials. It definitely isn't your first choice to wear in front of your whole grade, but your shorts are nowhere to be found. You decide it's better than having to explain to your teacher why you missed bows and you make your way to the wings. The girls are going out one by one to head to the center of the stage and give their bow, the audience seems happy and they are clapping politely.

It is your turn and you make your way to the front of the stage. You hear a little laughter at your outfit, but after everything you've been through this morning, that's nothing. As you get to the front of the stage and start your bow you hear several loud hoots and hollers coming from directly below you. There are four girls in the front row who can obviously see right up your skirt. The girls move up to join you and Cloe and Tammy grab your hands. There is nothing you can do now. You take your final bow knowing full well what the front row can see.

Finally you are able to retreat behind the curtain with your five co-stars.

"That was quite the performance you gave John" Tammy said with a smile.

"One of the best shows I've ever seen" Ashley added.

"Which of you were groping me?" You ask. "Who was spanking me? Who blew me!"

"I was just watching" said Grace.

"Same here" replied Shannon.

"I wouldn't dream of touching" said Ashley

"It was a fun sight to watch though" answered Cloe

"I might have touched a little, but mostly I just watched" said Tammy.

You realize you are never going to get the answers that you want.

"I'll pay you back for this soon" you say, looking at Grace.

"I don't know about that," she replies. "We still have our three main performances.

All the girls look at you with a smile, then start walking back to the audience. You realize you still have no idea where your shorts or briefs have gotten to.