Yes, but don't mess up

"Come on guys," Rachel says. "Let the guy have his phone. He's giving up everything else." You could be mistaken, but you are almost certain you heard her giggle as she said this.

Madison hesitates, runs her eyes over your body, and says, "Okay. But don't mess this up."

Close one! you think. I definitely do not want them going through my phone! You think of your photo roll, which would be particularly embarrassing in the hands of these teenage girls.

"Okay ladies," you say, once again surprising yourself with the confidence you're able to summon. "Here goes."

You slide your underwear off your legs, place it with the rest of your clothes on the cold ground, and stand up. You're desperately grateful that your penis hasn't disappeared like a turtle, but that's where your relief ends. It finally hits you: I'm standing naked in front of the cheerleading squad. I'm standing naked in front of the cheerleading squad!

You blush again, furiously. You glance at Rachel, expecting her to comment again, but you notice that she seems to be transfixed by your penis. Maybe she's never seen a cock before, you think. I'm glad someone is having a good day.

Madison lets out a long, low whistle. "Nicely done, bud. I honestly didn't think you'd go through with it."

She looks at Rebecca and says, "Okay, then, a deal's a deal. How's it going to be, Rebecca? The easy way or the hard way?"