Pants (Boy route)

You open up your draw to find some neatly folded and ironed pants. Not living on campus in the dorms had it's bonuses (mainly having your mother do your laundry for you).

You pull off your shirt and pajama pants and find yourself standing idly naked in front of your mirror. Your cock was still a little hard from a pleasant dream you had just finished, and it throbbed itself into subdue, retreating back into a jungle of untrimmed pubic hair. You sighed, all the girls at school seemed to devout to chastity for you to consider trimming the trunk. You sheath your member with some underpants, and cover the rest of your body with the uniform pants, a shirt, a blazer. Pulling a tie over your head you exit your room and head down-stairs.

You see your mother is sitting at the table, sipping some tea.

"Hi sweetie! You're a bit late for such an important day..." She scorns

"Why? What's today?" You inquire

"Oh!" She looks a little taken a-back, "Pretend I didn't say anything, it's supposed to be a surprise" she resolves, obviously concealing a secret.

You shake your head and look at the oven clock. Shit, she's right. I am running a little late. You rush out the door, leaving your school bag behind, knowing that there won't be any classes today.

After a short commute:

After your trip down town, you arrive at school to see Mark anxiously waiting for you at the main entrance. They spot you and rush over.<br></br>

"John where have you been? They're probably waiting for us!" They fuss, taking you by the hand and leading you into the entrance

"Huh?" You respond semi-bewildered by their unexpected energy

"Big assembly! We don't know what it's about but it seems like a big deal. Big enough for them to make me wait outside for you, now come on! I don't want to miss anything."

Mark leads you towards the chapel, a hall you're all too familiar after daily prayers for the past few years. Entering, you see the rest of your cohort anxiously whispering to each other. You and Mark take a seat behind Grace and Hannah. Despite having dreamt about for years now, this year was coming to an end and you still hadn't worked up the balls to ask her out. The realisation that your dreams of a happy life with Graceprobably wouldn't come true now that you had wasted the year only sneaking glances at each other.

Fuck it. Now or never, I have to talk to her. You think. You raise your hand to reach forward and tap her on the shoulder when you're suddenly interrupted by: