The Next Day

I sat at my desk in the back of the classroom, my heart still heavy with the weight of the previous day's events. Takagi-san sat at her desk in the front, as if nothing had ever happened. I tried to focus on the lesson, but my mind kept wandering back to our confrontation, to the way she had so easily dismissed me from her life.

The bell rang for lunch, and I gathered my things slowly, my movements still hindered by the mixture of shock and anger that coursed through me. As I made my way through the emptying classroom and down the hall, I couldn't help but feel as though everyone was watching me, their eyes judging me for the shame I had brought upon myself.

I stopped at my locker, my hand hovering uncertainly over the combination lock. It was then that I realized Takagi-san was walking beside me, her steps silent and graceful as always. She glanced at me out of the corner of her eye, a smirk playing at the edges of her lips. "Hey," she said casually. "I texted you last night. Did you get my message?"

I felt my face flush with anger and embarrassment. "Yeah," I muttered, my voice barely audible above the din of the hallway. "I got it."

Takagi-san leaned in closer, her eyes fixed on mine. "And are you wearing them?" she asked, a malicious glint in her eye.

I felt my anger flare up again, but this time I **** myself to remain calm. "Yes," I said through gritted teeth. "I'm wearing them."

Takagi-san nodded, seemingly satisfied with my response. "Good," she said with a satisfied smile. "Then come with me." Without waiting for my reply, she turned and walked purposefully down the hallway, her long, graceful strides eating up the distance between us. I hesitated for a moment, my heart racing, but eventually I followed her, unable to resist the strange compulsion she seemed to have over me.

We turned a corner and entered a section of the school I had never been to before. The hallway was dimly lit, and the air was heavy with the scent of chlorine and sweat. As we walked, I realized we were heading toward the girls' locker room. My heart began to pound in my chest, a mixture of fear and anticipation coursing through my veins. I felt a bead of sweat trickle down my spine as we approached the door, marked with a large "F" for "Female."

Takagi-san paused outside the door, her hand hovering over the handle. She glanced at me, a mischievous smile playing at the corners of her lips. "You better be wearing them," she said, her voice low and menacing. "Or else..."

My heart was racing, my palms sweaty. I could feel the weight of her gaze as she studied me, waiting for a sign that I was telling the truth. I took a deep breath and nodded, trying to appear confident despite the fear that threatened to overwhelm me.

Takagi-san's face softened slightly, and she reached out to pat me on the shoulder. "Alright then," she said with a sigh. "Let's go in." She opened the door and motioned for me to follow her inside.

The girls' locker room was surprisingly large, with rows upon rows of metal lockers lining the walls. The air was thick with the scent of chlorine and sweat, and the sound of running water filled the room. At the far end, I could see a row of shower heads and sinks.

Takagi-san closed the door behind us, locking it with a loud click. She turned to face me, her expression unreadable. "Take off your top and pants," she said calmly, her voice devoid of emotion. I hesitated for a moment, my heart racing, but then I **** myself to comply. I slipped off my shirt and folded it neatly, placing it on top of my backpack. Then I unbuttoned my pants and slid them down, stepping out of them and folding them in a similar fashion.

Standing there in just my panties, I felt an odd mix of embarrassment and arousal. My tiny penis, which was now fully erect, poked awkwardly against the fabric of my pink panties. I wondered if Takagi-san had noticed. She didn't seem to be paying any attention to my exposed body as she walked over to one of the lockers and opened it. "Give me your clothes," she said curtly, holding out her hand.

I reluctantly placed my folded shirt and pants in her palm. She examined them for a moment before dropping them unceremoniously into the locker. Then, with a sigh, she shut the locker and spun the dial, locking it once again.

"Now then," she said, her voice taking on a slightly different tone. "You've proven that you're wearing them. But that doesn't mean you're off the hook yet. You see, I have a special task for you. And in order to complete it, you're going to have to trust me." Her words sent a shiver down my spine.

"Ok now girls" she shouted as a gang of girls walked in and saw me.

"Oh my God, what's he doing here?" one of them exclaimed, her eyes wide with shock.

"I don't know," another girl chimed in, her voice trembling slightly. "But you better tell us what's going on, Takagi-san."

Takagi-san smiled reassuringly at them. "It's nothing you need to worry about," she said calmly. "But, as you can see, I have a special job for him to do. And I need your help to make sure he does it right."

The group of girls exchanged glances, their curiosity clearly piqued. "Well, okay," one of them finally said. "What do you want us to do, Takagi-san?"

Takagi-san turned to face me, a mischievous smile playing at the corners of her lips. "As you can see," she began, gesturing at my exposed body, "he's wearing pink panties. And we all know how much girls love pink, right?" She paused for a moment, letting her words sink in. "So, my task for you is to make him feel as uncomfortable as possible. Tease him, laugh at him, call him names. Just do whatever it takes to make him wish he'd never worn those stupid panties in the first place."

The girls exchanged glances, some looking excited, others hesitant. "Are you sure that's a good idea, Takagi-san?" one of them asked. "He looks kind of scared already."

Takagi-san waved her hand dismissively. "Oh, don't worry about him. He can handle it. Besides," she added with a wink, "it'll be fun." She turned back to me, her expression suddenly stern. "Now then, boy. Let's see how well you can take teasing. Start with me."

I felt a mixture of fear and shame wash over me as the group of girls closed in around me. The taller ones leaned in, their faces mere inches from mine, while the shorter ones craned their necks to get a better look. It was like being surrounded by a pack of wolves, their prey trapped in the center.

"Well, aren't you just the prettiest little thing?" Takagi-san drawled, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "I bet all the boys at school just love your little pink panties." She reached out and traced her finger along the hem of my underwear, sending a shiver down my spine.

"Oh, and look at that," she continued, pretending to notice my tiny penis for the first time. "It's even got a little flagpole. How adorable." The other girls laughed, some slapping their thighs, others covering their mouths in an attempt to muffle the sound. I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks as they surrounded me, their words and laughter making me feel more and more exposed.

"Hey, maybe we should take a picture of him in his cute little panties," one of the girls suggested. They began to take out their phones, snapping selfies with me in the background. Some of them even dared to press their phones against my chest, forcing me to pose with them for the camera.

"Oh, and don't forget to share them on social media!" Takagi-san chimed in, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "I'm sure all your friends would love to see you like this." The other girls giggled, nudging each other as they snapped photo after photo.

As the barrage of photos continued, I began to feel more and more uncomfortable. My face was burning with shame, and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. I wanted nothing more than to disappear, to be anywhere else but here. But I knew that there was no escape.

"Hey, why don't you take them off?" one of the girls suggested, nodding at my panties. "That way, we can all get a better look at what's going on down there." Her voice was innocent enough, but I could hear the underlying taunt in her words.

Takagi-san grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Good idea," she said, stepping closer. "Go ahead, take them off. We're all girls here, and we've seen it all before. It's not like it's the first time we've seen a boy's privates." She reached out and cupped my crotch, her fingers brushing against my bare skin. "Come on, don't be shy."

The other girls crowded around, their faces mere inches from mine, as I hesitantly reached down and tugged at the elastic waistband of my panties. My hands were shaking as I pulled them down, revealing my bare bottom to the group of girls. The air felt cold against my skin, and I could feel my cheeks burning with embarrassment.

"Oh, look at that!" one of the girls exclaimed, her voice filled with mock surprise. "It's even smaller than we thought!" The others giggled, nudging each other and making crude comments. Takagi-san grinned, stepping even closer so that she could get a better look.

"Well, well, well," she drawled, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "I guess you really are just an acorn, aren't you?" She reached out and pinched the base of my penis, her fingers like icy needles against my sensitive skin. "Such a cute little thing, all shriveled up like that."

The other girls laughed, some openly mocking, others trying to hide their amusement behind their hands. But there was no mistaking the relish with which they watched me squirm. As if sensing my discomfort, Takagi-san leaned in closer, her breath tickling my ear.

"I guess you're right," she drawled, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "You really don't last long, do you?" She squeezed my penis harder, making me wince in pain. "Well, we're just going to have to help you out, aren't we?"

The other girls laughed, some slapping their thighs, others covering their mouths to muffle the sound. They closed in around me, their bodies pressing against mine as they began to touch me, stroke me, and manipulate my body. It felt like an ****, both physically and emotionally.

I cummed in seconds.

The laughter and taunts of the girls only seemed to make it worse. I felt my face burning with shame and my body tense up in embarrassment. They continued to mock me, calling me names and making crude comments about my "pathetic" performance. Some of the girls even reached down and felt my now-limp penis, rolling their eyes and sighing as if they'd seen it all before.

"Well, I guess that's it for you," one of them said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "I mean, what kind of a boy are you, anyway? You can't even please a girl." They all laughed, and I felt a stinging sensation in my eyes as tears began to well up.

Takagi-san stepped back, surveying the scene with a satisfied smile. "Well, that was fun," she drawled, wiping her hands on her uniform skirt. "But I think we're all done here. Why don't you go take a cold shower, sweetie? You'll feel much better when you're all cleaned up."

The other girls giggled, nodding their agreement. They began to disperse, some heading back to their desks, others drifting out of the classroom, still chuckling under their breath. I felt a hot mixture of shame and anger course through my veins as I struggled to stand up, my legs wobbly from embarrassment and humiliation.