Time for class!

Mortified, Lauren tugged down at her underwear, trying to pick her wedgie before yanking her dorky shorts back up in place. Everyone was laughing before a a bell rang and people began heading to class.

Dennis walked up to Lauren, laughing harder than anyone else. Lauren shot him a rather feeble glare as she finally got her pants back up.

"You better hurry." Dennis said. "We have gym class next, and you don't want to be late..."

Lauren wanted to tell Dennis to fuck off... but the last thing she needed was to get in more trouble. She didn't know what was going on, but she knew she was, at the moment, helpless in her situation, and had to go along with it. So she moved towards the women's locker room...

"Larry? Where are you going?" Lauren turned to see a boy she vaguely recognized from school.

"That's the girl's locker room stupid!" He shook his head, grasped Lauren's wrist and tugging her after him. Lauren gasped as the approached the boy's locker room...