Something sporty...

Patrick found himself amazed at how far this prank had gone. If this was a typical prank, the girls would have picked out just one ludicrous swimsuit and dared him to wear it. The sheer volume of different types of swimsuits inside the bag convinced him there was more to it: the girls hadn't just picked one funny swimsuit, but instead, given him a whole range of them to pick based on preference. On the surface level, they just wanted to embarrass him, but it was pretty clear that they were also interested in seeing how this tomgirl would make his foray into manhood based on which outfit he picked.

Of course, they hadn't given him the option of any decent swim trunks, like he was planning to wear to blend in with the girls. They might be interested in seeing how he'd act in a pinch, but they evidently weren't willing to allow the boring answer that he'd chicken out and just wear his ordinary fashion.

The lanky boy pulled one after another out, feeling his jaw drop at the thought of wearing any of them. Included were everything from semi-transparent tops that'd go full see-through when hit with one splash of water to banana hammocks that wouldn't hide the shape of his dick and just took for granted that he'd have his ass hanging out. This stuff made the Sports Illustrated magazines with guys look downright modest. "Bunch of horny father-fuckers..." he muttered to himself in a low whisper, wondering if he should be flattered that they were perving on him so much or if he should follow his gut instinct and be offended.

A bit more digging finally revealed something he thought he could bear to wear. It wasn't exactly his usual style, but it did fit the tomgirl idea... This chosen outfit consisted of a black, close-fitting sports top and speedo shorts, the kind you might wear if you were a professional swimmer. It was the kind of thing that an Olympic swimmer could wear with pride, but the average person would find a bit showier than they liked. Specifically, it was so tight, it'd show off a lot of details to anyone looking closely. Still, it was the best option he had available to him... Half of the things in the bag were so skimpy, he'd end up showing off his embarrassingly unshaven groin. At least he could pass this off as trying to be sporty on the beach, like a swimmer or a surfer.

Feeling increasingly embarrassed about the prospect, the guy hooked his hands to lift his shirt off his head. He wore nothing underneath that t-shirt, just like a girl might; the feeling of baring himself with so many girls nearby was already making him pretty flustered. Patrick resolved to try and ignore that, following his usual bravado, as he stripped off his jeans and then his underwear, now standing nude in the back of the bus. Would one of the girls try peeking on him, through a hole in the wall or some crap like that? It'd be ridiculous if he was going along with their voyeuristic trick, just to give them an even bolder show without intending to.

Once again, Patrick looked himself over, wondering what there was about him the girls found so enticing anyway. The freckles on his face went down everywhere, more or less. The rust-red orange of his hair did just the same. If they knew he didn't shave down there, would they still feel the same way? Was that going to end up being a point to laugh at? There wasn't time to do anything about it now... And why would he? It wasn't like he needed to change himself to fit in here... He always had, just being himself.

... And yet, once Patrick finished pulling on the tight shorts and tucking himself in, then zipping up the tight black top, he found himself looking at someone else entirely, especially without his glasses on. Dressed like this, he looked like the type of boy that girls took as boyfriends, for once in his life. He brushed his hair out of his eyes, feeling irritated by its length. He thought it looked like he was trying to impress somebody... The shorts were even tight enough to show off a bit of his bulge. Was that a good size for a guy? He had no idea... He wasn't the type of boy who let on that he cared what anybody thinks, and thus, he'd never compared. If it was a bad size, he was sure Jessie would let him know right away, in the form of a snarky laugh.

If she did, he'd just strike back and remind her that her boobs weren't the best in the class either. That was a pretty big offense to throw at a girl, but in this crowd, he wouldn't just get away with it-- he'd get a laugh out of it.

Patrick emerged with no further hesitation; every minute he spent in there was another minute for those outside to think he was nervous or sheepish about his debut. He'd left his glasses in the room with his other clothes, though truth be told, he didn't really need them; they were more like reading glasses. The contrast, comparing his exposed body and face with that frumpy outfit he usually wore, was enough to cause the bus to go silent for a moment. That was a far more embarrassing reaction than he'd expected; he wanted them to either start catcalling him or else, just laugh about it. "What? Ya'll dumbstruck?" he asked, determined to break the silence even as he felt an uncharacteristically nervous smile break out on his face.

Across the bus, Jessie and Shauna stood together, both dumbfounded by what they were seeing. Jessie spoke up first, as the others finally began to reveal their reactions, clapping approvingly just as they had when he exited. "Holy shit, Patty! There was a boy under all that after all!" she exclaimed, turning to the one of her close friends and throwing an arm around them, as though celebrating a great victory.

"My gaaal! What are you doing?!" Shauna questioned, darting through the assembling crowd to stand nearby Patrick and then looking him over from toes to top, wide-eyed. "I was gettin' a vibe like you wanted to just keep things natural! You're actually huntin' for a girl now, huh?!"

Patrick grumbled, staring uncomfortably at the seat where his bag had once been kept and he'd been sleeping comfortably until about half an hour ago. "No, like... It's a prank, alright? Jessie and the others took my clothes and left me this stuff to wear. I'm not gonna call 'em out on it or anything, I'm just rolling with it..."

"Gal, if you go off the bus in that, you are gonna get laid! By like... somebody," Shauna warned him, covering her mouth with one fist. She could barely resist adding something to that statement that would just make the situation more uncomfortable.

"So what, Shauna? It's not a big deal," Patrick hissed back, rebelling against his friend's good intentions. "I'm not a different person! I'm still me, okay? Just like... roll your tongue up and stop perving on me for a while, okay?"

"I'm tellin' ya, this is just the tip of the iceberg! Dude, you're not with anybody, you're semi-exotic, and you have got a fuckin' obvious dick down there. You are lookin' hot to trot-"

Frustrated by the conversation, Patrick pushed his way around Shauna, only to be grabbed by the wrist. He grunted, attempting to pull himself free; he didn't want to cause a scene in front of the others or draw unwanted attention, now that everyone else's moods were so high.

"Can I at least make a suggestion, before you throw yourself to the wolves out there?" Shauna asked, lowering her eyebrows over her autumn brown eyes and showing rare, genuine concern for her friend, who she suspected was about to make a terrible decision in terms of preserving their status as "one of the girls."