No.

Dazed and confused from your shameful wank session, you pulled up your panties and immediately crawled into bed and falling into a dream-filled sleep:

You were walking down the hall at your old high school in between classes. It was senior year, a little before prom season. You were hoping to ask Sarah, your crush, to go with you to prom. You two had known each other since elementary school and you always had a slight crush on her. You walked down the hall towards her locker, where her and her friend Kara were talking.
Okay, John it's go-time. You can do this. you started walking up, you suddenly felt your pants fall down to your ankles. You whipped your head around to see your old bully Chet and his buddies behind you pantsing you. "Oh my god, John, are you wearing panties? Maybe we should call you Cierra!"You looked down to see that you were wearing a pair of pink cotton panties instead of your normal boxers. Everyone in the hall started laughing immediately and your cheeks became flush; even worse, your cock started getting hard, visible through the thin fabric of your girl's underwear.

Sarah busted out laughing, "Wow, what a faggot! Can't say I'm surprised since you're just a loser white-boi though."