Sheila, your nerdy high school BFF

You stepped out onto the quad with a smile on your face. The sun was shining, music was drifting from the three different guys with guitars seated under different trees. You were so wrapped up in enjoying the day, you hardly noticed when Sheila came running up to you. You had been friends all through high school. You always thought she could be really cute if she put any effort in, but as usual she was wearing a baggy shirt with cats on it on top of some unflattering overalls. Her loose, messy ponytail bounced behind her as she stumble toward you carrying a pair of strange looking glasses.

"Hey! I did it! I finally did it!" She gasped between breaths.

"Did what?" you asked, staring at the apparatus in her hand. It looked like a normal pair of glasses with a second, larger set of lenses in front of the normal ones.

"Put these on!" she thrust them toward you, and you had no reason not to trust her. You slid them over your ears, and immediately the scene in front of you changed. Sheila was no longer wearing a baggy shirt and overalls. Her curvy frame was now clad only in a pair of pink floral print panties and a matching bra. You quickly pulled the glasses off your face.

"Woah! What the hell?"

"What?" she asked. "Oh that, why are you so squeamish? It's not like we haven't seen each other in our underwear. Remember when Tyler and his gang tied us together and made us hop across-"

"Yeah! Yeah I remember." You interrupted her quickly, not wanting to relive the nightmare humiliation of the year before. "But what the hell are these?"

"X-ray glasses! Like the kind they promised everyone in the back of comic books, except these actually work." She slipped the glasses over her eyes and looked at you. With an embarrassed squeak, she pulled the glasses off and suddenly couldn't make eye contact with you.

"What?"

"I uh... I didn't realize you weren't wearing any underwear."

It took you a minute to understand what she was saying, as you had forgotten that fact yourself. Even though she wasn't wearing the glasses anymore, your instinct was to throw your hands over your fully clothed crotch. She may have seen you in your underwear, but she had no clue about your less than impressive member. Not until now anyway.

"I'm sorry. " she pleaded, still not able to look at you. "I mean I didn't see much."

You swore she had to stifle a giggle after that line. You suddenly spoke much quieter, hoping she would do the same. "Ok look, I'm a grower."

"Oh my god. Seriously, it's no... BIG deal." This time she didn't even bother to quiet her laughter. Your face turned beet red, and all you could do was hope nobody else had been listening.