Day 2: continued

You say goodbye to Jo, and quickly make your way to Chemistry. You try to make your way into the large, auditorium style classroom without anyone noticing, but you hear the stifled laughter from several groups of students, most of them women. All you can do is take a seat down front, and keep your head down. Your eyes shoot up at the sound of your teach, Ms. Victoria, walking into the room.

You've had it bad for her since day one. The long, thick legs, leading up to the curvy backside, usually covered in a tight, business style skirt, and dark leggings. Her large, round breasts hidden behind a blazer, and a white, button down shirt. The dark red lipstick, giving her an aura of dominance. She is everything you find sexy in a woman. Your mind runs with the things he would like to do to her, and it isn't long before your undersized penis grows erect in your jeans.

"Good afternoon class. I have had a rough day, so let's skip the pleasantries, and get right to it. When we left off, we were reviewing the periodic table, because apparently your high school science teachers are just about as useless as can be." She then reaches up, and pulls down the roll-out display of the periodic table, only that's not what you see. The image of your naked body is plastered over top of it. You hear the class behind you suddenly erupt in laughter, causing Ms. Victoria to turn around and give the image a long look. Far too long for your liking.

"Oh my. It seems we have a joker in our midst. Mr. Wheelock. Is this supposed to be some sort of a joke?"

"What? I, no, why would I-"

She cuts you off. "You think there's something funny about taking a naked picture of yourself, photoshopping your penis to ridiculously small proportions (this comment send the class into another round of laughter.) and leaving it here to mess with my lesson?" You notice that she leaves the image down for the giant classroom to continue gawking at and whispering about.

"I didn't-"

"You think this is so funny? You want attention? Come up here and have it."

"I wasn't-"

"I don't want to hear your excuses." She says, in a commanding voice, that causes you to grow erect, much to your dismay. "Stand up and turn around to face the class."

You try to stall, but she grabs you and pulls you upward, spinning you around. It is now that you get the full scope of what is happening. What looks to be almost a hundred students are all staring at you standing next to a picture of your tiny cock. You pray that nobody notices the small bulge growing in your pants, as she gives you plenty of time to survey your humiliation.