Underpants Memoirs

[Blondie]

Chapter 7: The Tighty-Whities Twins, Part 1

I would be remiss if I didn't devout a chapter in these memoirs to the two boys who were humiliated on the school bus on more than one occasion during my freshman year. I was fortunate enough to witness their first episode. I usually got a ride home from my mother, but she had an engagement one afternoon, so I had to take the bus home, which I wasn't crazy about. As it turned out, I owe my mother a ton of gratitude, because her timing was perfect. Without her, I never would have been in attendance for one of my favorite strippings of all time.

The boys in question were not related but became known as "the twins" (as you'll see from reading this account, they would later be known as "the tighty-whities twins"), not only because they were always together—they seemed almost inseparable—but also because of their pronounced similarities. Even their names sounded alike: Eddie and Teddy. Both were fair-haired and youngish looking (they could have easily passed as 12-year-olds) with slender physiques. Unfortunately for them, they fit the mold of a potential Roosevelt victim through and through.

I first had an inkling that the boys were being targeted on the day before they were first victimized. I was sitting toward the front of the bus, and there was a group of six girls sitting behind me. They were all sophomores, and they were all taller and stronger than either of the boys. They were in close enough proximity to me, so I could hear their conversation. Here's how it went:

"See those two boys back there? Those blond-haired kids that always sit together?" said one. This person was the ringleader of the group. Her name was Melanie.

"Yeah, you mean the twins?" responded another.

"Oh, are they twins?" asked Melanie. "They do look a lot alike."

"Nah," the girl responded. "They're not related. That's just what everybody calls them."

"Anyway," said Melanie, "What do you say we have a little fun with them."

"Sure, Melanie," giggled her friend. "They look like little lambs. Should be easy peasy japanesey."

"I know," giggled Melanie. "We've never pantsed two at the same time. We can double our pleasure." They all laughed, while my eyes opened wide at the prospect of seeing two boys stripped and humiliated by a group of girls. "We're almost home. Let's do it tomorrow," said Melanie. "That way we'll have plenty of time to admire them in their underpants. And more time for them to be embarrassed."

"Sounds good," laughed one of the girls.

"I hope they're wearing their tighty-whities," chimed in one.

"We'll find out soon enough," said Melanie as the giggling girls rose to get off at the next stop.

I knew right then and there that I would tell my mother that I would be getting a ride home from someone else the next day. I had to be on that bus.

* * * * *

My enthusiasm level was high the next day, and it seemed like the school day took forever. When it was finally over, I almost skipped to the bus. I found a seat near the back, where I figured all the action would take place. Within moments, the two boys—who, of course were oblivious to the humiliation that awaited them—took their seats together directly across from me. I licked my lips in anticipation.

The six girls from the day before were soon walking down the aisle, stalking their prey. Melanie was leading the way. She stopped in front of the boys and looked down menacingly at the boy in the aisle seat. "You're in our seat," said Melanie. He looked up and surveyed the six sophomore girls milling around him. He immediately stood up, as did his companion. Melanie pointed at the boy sitting by the window. "You stay there," ordered Melanie, and the little lamb sat back down. "Anna, maybe you can sit next to him and keep an eye on him."

"Will do," said Anna as she sat down and grinned at her new seat companion.

The first boy made a motion to move to the front of the bus—he probably wanted to get as far away from the intimidating sixsome as possible—but Melanie wrapped her arm around his shoulder and led him toward the long bench seat in the very back. "Let's have a seat back here and get acquainted, shall we?" said Melanie. There were two people sitting on the seat, but they sized up the situation and quickly dispersed. Melanie and her victim sat in the middle of the seat (much to my appreciation, as they would be in plain view), and the four other girls sat down on either side of them, two on each side. Melanie still had her arm around the boy, who looked a bit frightened.

You have no idea, little lamb.

"I'm Melanie. You can call me Miss Melanie. What's your name?"

"Eddie," he answered demurely.

"Nice to meet you, Eddie. What's his name?" she asked while pointing at his friend.

"Teddy."

"Eddie and Teddy. How cute! Is Teddy your twin brother?"

"No. He's just a friend."

"You guys look so much alike, I thought you might be twins."

"Yeah, we get that a lot," said Eddie. "Please, I'd like to sit somewhere else."

"I mean, you're both cute little boys," said Melanie, ignoring Eddie's request. "Not very big, and you both look like you should be in elementary school. I'll bet neither of you have started puberty yet." Eddie, of course, had no desire to continue the uncomfortable dialogue. But Melanie persisted. "Have you? Started puberty, that is."

"Please, that's....that's personal."

"It is, but I would like to really get to know you, inside and out. Have you started growing any hair on your privates? I'm guessing not, by the looks of you." She looked him up and down and ran her fingers along his arm. "You have no hair growing on your arms." She reached down and pulled his pant leg up to just above his knee and stroked his leg. "Nothing on your pretty legs, either." She looked him in the eye, smiled and said, "I'll bet you don't have any hair on your body at all, do you, Eddie?" Eddie squirmed in his seat and was blushing deliciously. He quickly slipped his pant leg back down his leg. Teddy, who was sitting in the seat in front of his buddy and could hear the conversation behind him, was getting uncomfortable himself. He tried to stand up, but Anna's strong arm kept him in place.

"You can't go, sweetie," said Anna. "You're next."

Teddy probably wasn't sure what "next" meant, but it had to sound ominous to him. He would find out in due time. In the meantime, it had to be agonizing for him to listen while his friend's sorry plight developed, knowing that he would more than likely face the same treatment. When you think about it, it was ingenious on Melanie's part. The six girls would have had no problem overpowering the two boys and stripping them at the same time. But they were drawing out the scene for their own enjoyment (and mine!). And Teddy would have to sit there in trepidation while Eddie is tormented, and then have to go through his own ordeal. Brilliant!

"Oh, you're blushing, Eddie," continued Melanie. "Does it embarrass you when I talk about your cute little body, your smooth skin, and how you have no hair?" she said as she stroked his arm again. Eddie continued to squirm, and blushed deeper. "Would it embarrass you if I took a look at your underpants?"

Eddie's eyes lit up. "No! I mean yes.....please, let me g..."

"Do you and Teddy wear the same kind of underpants?" interrupted Melanie.

"I....I don't know."

"It would be fun to find out, don't you think so?"

"No! Maybe just....just ask us," he said, sounding more than a little anxious.

"I could do that," said Melanie. "But it wouldn't be nearly as fun as exposing your little underpants for everyone, would it?" she asked rhetorically.

(By the way, by "everyone" she meant pretty much everyone on the bus, minus a few. Looking to the front of the bus, I noticed many heads turned to the back, looking on with interest. Some were on their knees in their seats, facing toward the back. As far as the bus driver goes, well, our Roosevelt bus driver followed the same M.O. as the teachers, by turning a blind eye to the proceedings. She certainly could see the action from her rear-view mirror. Chances are she was enjoying herself.)

Melanie signaled to one of her friends, and she immediately got up, then kneeled in front of Eddie and reached for the shoelace of one of his tennis shoes. Eddie jerked his foot out of the way. "I wouldn't do that if I were you, Eddie," warned Melanie. The warning was soft-spoken but carried a fair amount of impact, from Eddie's perspective. He sensed that Melanie was not someone to mess with. Eddie put his foot back down and the girl untied his shoe and pulled it off, then slipped his white sock off his foot. She performed the same task on his other foot, and soon Eddie was barefoot. "Good boy, Eddie. Now let's get these pants down so we can get a nice, long look at your underpants," said Melanie as she reached for Eddie's belt.

"What? No!" cried Eddie as he grabbed Melanie's wrists. "Are you crazy? We're on the bus!"

He's so naive. And it's so delightful.

"I know," said Melanie. "Isn't it great? I'm going to pull your pants down and expose your underpants to everyone on the bus, and there's nowhere for you to escape. I understand why that troubles you, because I'm sure it's going to be quite embarrassing for you."

Again Teddy tried to get up from his seat in front of Eddie, and again his efforts were easily thwarted by Anna.

Meanwhile, the now very anxious Eddie maintained his grip on Melanie's wrists. "Okay, here's how it's going to work, Eddie," said Melanie coolly. "You are going to let go of my wrists and let me have my way with you. When you do, I'm going to take your pants off. If you don't, I'm still going to take your pants off. Trust me, it will happen either way. We've done it before to boys bigger than you, so it will be easy for us to strip you.

"Now, if you cooperate with me, you will get your trousers back before you get off the bus. If not, after we forcibly remove your trousers we will throw them out the window and you will be finding your way home in your underpants." Melanie let the frightened boy mull that over for a few moments. Eventually he let go of Melanie's wrists. "That's a good boy," cooed Melanie. "You're my obedient little lamb, and now you're going to let me see your little underpants," she said as she went for Eddie's belt buckle again. This time she encountered no resistance.

"Can you....just see my....can I just....keep my pants on and you can look?" pleaded the fidgeting Eddie while Melanie finished unbuttoning his jeans and pulling down his zipper.

"Well, Eddie, that might have been a possibility (I don't think so), but then you made the mistake of resisting when all I wanted to do was to take a little peek at your underpants. So that ship has sailed, and you need to be punished. And your punishment is that you are going to be depantsed." I watched with relish as Melanie pulled open Eddie's pants, revealing the white material of his underpants. She then pulled his tee shirt up to his breastbone. "Hold this up for me, cutie pie, so we can get a nice, clear view of your underpants after I pull your pants down," she said. The now compliant Eddie held onto his tee shirt and watched distressfully as Melanie grabbed both sides of his pants and pulled downward. "Lift up," ordered Melanie. Eddie lifted his torso, allowing Melanie to slip his trousers under his bum.

"No, please don't!" cried Eddie. But Melanie didn't stop until Eddie's trousers were collected at his ankles.

"Isabella, could you please pull Eddie's pants off for me?" requested Melanie. "Eddie, hold your pretty legs out so Isabella can depants you. Jenny, maybe you can help Eddie out of his shirt. I want him in just his undies. It'll be much more entertaining that way, and he'll look adorable. Eddie, make sure you hold your arms up nice and high so Jenny can pull your shirt off.

"Teddy, how are you doing up there? Are you getting jealous because I'm paying so much attention to Eddie? Don't worry, I haven't forgotten you." There was no response from Teddy, who was probably too terrified to speak. I giggled while I watched the embattled Eddie stick his legs out and hold his arms up in the air. It happened so fast. Isabella grabbed hold of the tops of his pants and swiftly pulled the garment inside out and completely off. Simultaneously Jenny pulled Eddie's tee shirt free from his body. Just like that, Eddie had been stripped down to his tighty-whities. For me, it was a sight to behold. For Eddie, well, he was somewhat panic-stricken. He quickly leaned over with his hands clutched over his crotch. He was breathing quite rapidly.

There was giggling all around while Melanie looked him up and down, sizing him up. "Eddie, look at you! You look so cute in your tighty-whities!" she exclaimed. Indeed, he did. His smooth, hairless, untanned skin blended in deliciously with his white underpants. The only noticeable color was his very red face. "Eddie, can you stand up and model your tighty-whities for us?" requested Melanie—though of course it was not really a request.

I had a feeling that standing up and modeling his underpants for everyone on the bus was not anywhere on Eddie's list of things he wanted to do. He didn't move, and Melanie found a way to motivate him. "Are you interested in getting your clothes back before you get off the bus, Eddie? If so, you'll need to model for us," she said calmly. Eddie was between the proverbial rock and a hard place, and his situation was hopeless. Ultimately he must have decided that showing off his underpants in the bus was more favorable than showing them off in the great outdoors. Personally, I was quite happy that he made that decision.

Eddie stood up. He was hunched over with his hands firmly clasped over the front of his underpants. "Stand up straight. And move your hands away from your privy parts," ordered Melanie. "In fact, put your hands behind your head so we can all get a nice look." Eddie complied. I immediately looked down and grinned while taking in the barely noticeable little bump in his underpants. I glanced at Melanie, and she was doing the same thing. Then she came up with a doozy. "Good boy, Eddie. Now be a good model and take a nice, sexy walk down the runway for us."

Oh, my goodness!

Eddie hesitated for a long time. Melanie nonchalantly picked up Eddie's trousers from the floor of the bus, opened the window and held them outside. The pant legs were flapping in the breeze. "In five seconds, I'm letting go," threatened Melanie. "One....two....three....

Eddie started walking, and it was such a delicious scene. Everyone was whooping it up (well, not Eddie—or Teddy, for that matter), and Eddie's face was as red as can be as he resignedly walked the entire length of the aisle (stopping just short of the bus driver, who did nothing to hide her amusement), then turned around and made the torturous walk back. The wretched expression on his face was just what one would expect for someone undergoing a crushing humiliation such as Eddie's.

Upon reaching the back of the bus he stopped in front of the grinning Melanie and started to drop his hands. "Wait," said Melanie. "Keep your hands on your head for a minute." She looked down at Eddie's underpants, then looked him in the eye. "Before I let you sit down, I'd really like to take a peek inside your tighty-whities." Eddie's eyes were like saucers. Melanie put her hands on Eddie's hips, causing him to flinch.

"No.....please....please don't!" pleaded Eddie.

"It's okay, Eddie. I'm not going to molest you or anything. I just want to have a look." Much to Eddie's chagrin, Melanie pulled open the front of his underpants, peered inside and immediately burst out giggling. She continued to grin and stare, then looked up at the shamefaced lad. "You poor little boy," she said derisively with a devilish smile. A chorus of laughter filled the bus, which became even more boisterous when Melanie, playing to the audience, held up her thumb and index finger about an inch apart. Melanie let the waist band snap back, then reached down with both hands and took hold of the hems of Eddie's underpants and started pulling down, causing the horrified Eddie to really flinch. "Don't worry, Eddie," said Melanie, as she pulled the underpants down a couple of inches, then stopped. "I just want to pull these down a little bit so I can get a better look inside your tighty-whities. I could see your little pee-pee, but this way I'll be able to see your little balls a lot better," she said merrily. Melanie again reached for the waist band and pulled it open. "Oh, yes, this is much better," giggled Melanie. "And I can see everything so clearly, since you don't have any hair down there," she announced loudly. While Melanie continued to peer inside Eddie's underpants, two of her friends stuck their heads on either side of her and did the same. All three of them giggled with amusement.

"I wanna see!" said another of her gang members.

"Okay," laughed Melanie. "The rest of you can have a look," she said as she backed off. "Eddie, will you hold your undies open like this so the rest of my friends can check out your little bits?" Eddie, in the throes of the humiliation of a lifetime, took over for Melanie and held open his underpants, allowing the other three grinning girls to gaze at Eddie's most private parts.

I so wish I was part of this group!

When they were done, Eddie let go and started to pull up his tighty-whities. "Wait!" said Melanie. "I need to do one more thing. Hold them open again." He did, and Melanie said, "I simply must have a picture of this." Melanie held her phone above Eddie's genitals and snapped a picture. She then went behind him, held the camera up again, but was not satisfied. "Hmm, I can't quite get the angle I want. Here, you take my phone, and I'll hold open your undies for you. Then you take the picture." Melanie handed the camera to the bedeviled Eddie, then went behind him. She snuggled her body close to his, reached around him with both arms, and once again pulled out his underpants. "Okay, little Eddie," she said softly into his ear. "Get a nice picture of your cute little bits for me."

In what had to be a surreal moment for him—I mean, it was for me—Eddie pointed the camera straight down into the contents of his underpants and snapped a photo. Melanie let go of the underpants, took the phone from Eddie's hand and looked closely at the picture. Grinning, she held it up so Eddie could see it. "What do you think, Eddie? Look familiar?" she asked. Giggling, she said, "Okay, I'm done with you for now. You can take your seat. If you're a good little boy the rest of the way then you can have your clothes back when we get to your stop." Eddie pulled his underpants all the way back up and quickly plopped onto the bench seat in the back. The near-naked, crimson-faced boy was trembling from the harrowing ordeal. Melanie took one more look at the photo, then at Eddie. She smiled at him, then turned and summoned her other victim, who was cowering in his seat.

"Next!"

To be continued....

[Blondie]

Chapter 8: The Tighty-Whities Twins, Part 2

When Teddy heard the word, "Next!" coming from the mouth of the wicked Melanie, his face went white. After listening to and witnessing what happened to his good buddy Eddie, he had no reason to think that he would be spared. Anna, who was part of Melanie's gang, was guarding Teddy while sitting in the seat next to him. She looked up at him and smiled. "I think she means you, Teddy," she said cheerily. She took hold of his hand and stood up. "Come. Let's go see what Melanie wants with you." Teddy had a pretty good idea what Melanie wanted with him—Eddie was sitting behind him stripped to his underpants while Melanie's hand was caressing his bare thigh—and he was none too anxious to follow the same path. He pulled his hand away.

"I can go without your help," he said. Anna accommodated, stepping in the aisle while Teddy rose from his seat. I don't know if he ever intended on going back there, but he took one look at the grinning Melanie sitting next to his red-faced, tighty-whities clad friend, then made a beeline toward the front of the bus. I'm not sure what he thought he was going to accomplish—I'm pretty sure he would have gotten no salvation from the bus driver—but ultimately his desperate, foolish scamper would do him more harm than good.

Much to my delight!

He didn't get very far. While Melanie sat calmly stroking Eddie's inner thigh, her five cohorts gave pursuit to the panic-stricken Teddy. He was barely halfway up the aisle before one of the girls grabbed his ankle, sending Teddy sprawling to the floor of the bus. Within a second or two, four girls were sitting on top of him, rendering him helpless. "Get off of me! Let me go!" he screamed.

Anna, who was sitting on Teddy's backside, looked back to Melanie for guidance. "Take his pants off and bring him back here," said Melanie. "I'm busy with little Eddie right now," she said. I looked back and giggled when I saw that the tips of Melanie's fingers had delved into the leg opening of Eddie's underpants, probably close enough to touch his balls. The nervous Eddie was squirming around while sitting straight up, and quite rigidly at that.

Meanwhile, halfway up the aisle, the five girls seemed quite delighted that they had the go-ahead from Melanie to strip off Teddy's trousers. Giggling, they tried to turn him over onto his back, but they were having a difficult time of it, as Teddy was fighting them tooth and nail. "You're a feisty little guy, aren't you?" said Anna.

"Here, lift his head up and put him between my legs," instructed Jenny.

"Ooh, good idea!" said Anna. Jenny was a tall, strong girl with very muscular legs. She was wearing her Roosevelt issued P.E. shorts, which had a minimal hemline that exposed an appreciable portion of her powerfully-built thighs. She stood facing Teddy with her legs spread and reached down and grabbed him by his armpits. With the help of her friends, she managed to wrap her thighs around Teddy's neck. When she squeezed, Teddy's head was firmly secured between her thighs, as if he was in a vice. Teddy tried with all his might to pry himself loose, but his efforts would prove futile. "That's why they call her 'thunder thighs'," said Anna, and they all laughed.

Meanwhile, while Teddy was on his knees furiously trying to pry himself free from the human vice, another girl was reaching underneath him and unbuckling his belt. Teddy was so fixated on trying to extricate his head from Jenny's formidable clutches that he was momentarily oblivious to her giddy friend's earnest efforts to relieve him of his trousers. His shoes and socks had already been hastily pulled off. It wasn't until he felt the cool air on his thighs that he came to the mortifying realization that his pants had been pulled down to his knees. "No!" he screamed. "Stop it!" Horrified, he gave up on his exertions to pry open Jenny's jumbo thighs and instead he reached back in a frantic effort to pull his pants back up where they belonged. But by then there were three sets of hands pulling in the opposite direction, and Teddy was fighting a losing battle. In a matter of moments, he had the ignominious sensation of his pants being pulled free from his body, with the knowledge that his tighty-whities were on full display. "Oh shit! Oh shit!" he yelled breathlessly.

For good measure (and to afford us the pleasurable view of considerably more skin exposed), Jenny reached down and pulled Teddy's shirt up above his shoulder blades, while she continued to keep a firm clutch with her thighs around his neck. It took some effort, but Teddy reached back and managed to pull his shirt back down. Jenny immediately pulled it right back up, but this time she pulled it over Teddy's neck and wedged the material between her thighs, alongside Teddy's head. Teddy tried again to pull it back down but was unsuccessful. "Please! Let me go!" begged Teddy.

Instead, in what became a very comical scene, Jenny began shuffling her feet backward, toward the front of the bus, while maintaining her hold on Teddy's head. Teddy had no choice but to follow along by walking on his knees, while holding on to Jenny's legs to limit the pull on his neck. Steady laughter echoed throughout the bus, mostly drowning out Teddy's shrieks of anguish. The laughter grew a little louder when Anna pulled down Teddy's underpants to just below his buttocks. "AAGH!" yelped Teddy as he feverishly reached behind him and pulled them back up. But the giggling Anna immediately pulled them back down, much to everyone's delight and amusement. The agonized Teddy quickly pulled them back up. Anna was relentless, and the cat and mouse game continued while Jenny continued to lead him. They reached the front of the bus and Jenny turned around and shuffled backward toward the back of the bus, Teddy in tow. The hilarity was festive, as Anna must have pulled down Teddy's underpants over a dozen times, while Teddy unhesitatingly and anxiously pulled them right back up. I have to say I was giggling the whole time and was enjoying myself immensely.

Eventually they reached the back of the bus, and the awaiting Melanie. Melanie got down on her knees to Teddy's level. Teddy, of course, was still locked into the stranglehold of Jenny's thighs. Melanie looked at him face-to-face. "Are you going to be a good boy now, Teddy?" she asked. Before he could answer, Anna pulled his underpants below his buttocks again, and Teddy hastily reached back and pulled them up.

"Please!" begged Teddy. "Make them stop!"

"Do you promise to do everything we say?" persisted Melanie. Again Anna pulled his underpants down—but this time she maintained her grip on them. When Teddy reached back, he was unable to pull them back up. It afforded us a wonderful, lingering view of his smooth, bare bottom. But it put Teddy in a state of panic. He tried once again—unsuccessfully, of course—to extricate his head from Jenny's clenching thighs. In doing so, his exposed tushy wiggled about deliciously.

"Yes! Please stop!"

"Do you promise, Teddy? Because if you don't, I'll have Anna just pull your tighty-whities right off."

"No! I mean yes! I promise! Please!"

Melanie nodded at Jenny, and she relaxed her thighs, finally releasing the embattled Teddy. She managed to pull his shirt the rest of the way off before he knew what hit him. At the same time, Anna released her hold on Teddy's underpants, and of course he instantly pulled them back up, that being his number one priority. Teddy slowly stood up, clasping his hands over his crotch. His face was beet red; his hair was all mussed up....I mean, he looked like he'd been through the wringer.

"Okay, Teddy," said Melanie. "Let's put our agreement to the test. I'd like you to model your tighty-whities for us. You'll be a captivating model, just like little Eddie was. The aisle will be your catwalk. Now put your hands on your head and show us your stuff."

We watched eagerly while Teddy stood motionless, contemplating his situation. After some time, he slowly raised his hands to his head. Of course, I immediately checked him out. Up until that point, every physical attribute between Eddie and Teddy was remarkably similar, which is why everyone referred to them as "the twins." But now I could see one distinct difference, one that separated them from twinhood. Whereas Eddie appeared to be considerably lacking in the penis department, judging by the lump in his tighty-whities, the same could not be said about his counterpart. Indeed, the bulge in Teddy's underpants was surprisingly substantial, especially given his youngish looks and slender frame.

Nevertheless, Teddy's embarrassment was quite evident as he modeled for us by walking up and down the "catwalk" in his underpants, much to my enjoyment. "Good boy, Teddy!" exclaimed the grinning Melanie when Teddy returned. Melanie patted the seat with her palm on a spot right next to Eddie. "Have a seat," she directed. Teddy sat down and I couldn't help myself from giggling at the sight of the two red-faced boys in the back of the bus wearing nothing but their tighty-whities.

"My, look at the tighty-whities twins. You boys look so cute!" said Melanie as she aimed her camera at the twosome. "Put your arms around each other for me." When they reluctantly did so, Melanie said, "Oh, that's just adorable!" while she snapped a photo. "One more. Touch your heads together. Oh, perfect!" she said while taking another shot. She held up the finished product for one of her friends. "What do you think, Anna? Such a couple of cutie pies in their tighty-whities, aren't they?"

"Ooh, yes," cooed Anna. "Definitely cutie pies." She paused, then added another thought. "I'll bet they'd look even cuter if they were naked." The boys' eyes opened wide, and their jaws dropped at the suggestion.

As did mine!

"Hmm," said Melanie. "What an interesting idea. That never occurred to me," she lied. Melanie then sat next to Teddy on the edge of the seat and put her hand on the inside of his thigh. She turned toward the frightened lads. "What do you boys think?" she asked. "You look pretty handsome sitting here in your tighty-whities. Don't you think you would look just adorable without them?"

"No!" said Teddy. "Please!"

Melanie moved her hand up Teddy's thigh, very close to his balls. "Oh, but Teddy," she countered. "I'm very impressed, from what I can see here. Especially compared to little Eddie." Eddie blushed brighter, while neither boy responded. "Wouldn't it be fun to compare your penises, side by side?" Melanie continued. Both boys fidgeted in their seats. "I've already seen little Eddie's goodies. It wouldn't be fair if I didn't see yours. Here, I'll just take a little peeky-weeky." Melanie reached for the top of Teddy's underpants with both hands. Teddy immediately pushed them away.

"No!" said Teddy. "I can't let you....do that. Please...."

"Jenny, could you hand me my backpack, please?" asked Melanie. Jenny retrieved the backpack from the end of the seat and handed it to Melanie. Melanie sifted through the pack before pulling out a large pair of scissors. She held the pointed end close to Teddy's face. "Teddy boy," she said. "It would be in your best interest to not touch me again. Trust me on that." I guess Teddy got the message, because he did not interfere when Melanie took the whole right portion of Teddy's tighty-whities in her fist and used the scissors to snip it free from Teddy's thigh.

"Oh! Oh no!" cried Teddy. The material still covered Teddy's privates—he made sure of that—but that would be a temporary situation, as Melanie reached across to Teddy's left and performed the same maneuver to the left portion of Teddy's tighty-whities. She then reached for the fabric directly under Teddy's goodies—causing Teddy to flinch deliciously—and grabbed a handful while firmly pulling outward. She then grasped the underpants—they were still in one piece but obviously too damaged to wear—and pulled them free from the unfortunate boy's body. The grinning Melanie held them up for all to see, then tossed them aside.

Much to my pleasure, Teddy was completely naked in the back of the bus!

Teddy, of course, was undergoing a living nightmare. He leaned as far forward as he could with his legs pressed together, and his hands were clasped firmly over his genitals. "Oh God! Oh! Please, give me my pants!" begged Teddy frantically.

"You've been very difficult, Teddy. You're not getting any of your clothes back until you start doing what you're told without giving me any grief."

"Okay! I won't....I will! Please, may I have my pants back? I promise to.....to be good."

"Well, let's see how you behave. In the meantime, you need to sit up straight, like little Eddie." Teddy slowly lifted his shoulders and leaned back in his seat, while still securing his modesty with his hands. His tomato-red face and miserable expression spoke volumes. "Good, Teddy," said the smiling Melanie. "Now here's how it's going to work: Jenny is going to get off at the stop right before yours and little Eddie's. She will leave the bus with all of your clothes, including your shoes and socks." Teddy looked horrified, and the rest of Melanie's explanation only slightly allayed his fears. "She will leave your clothes on the bench at the stop. With any luck they'll still be there when you get off two blocks later and run back to fetch them." She let that sink in, then continued. "Now, if you're a good boy the rest of the way—we should be there in just a few minutes—then I most likely won't make you get off the bus naked. I do have something for you to wear." She looked at Eddie. "This is where you come in, little Eddie."

Eddie, though he was quite embarrassed to be stripped to his tighty-whities, was probably at least a bit grateful that he hadn't been the center of attention. That was about to change. "I'm going to give you the chance to go home wearing your pants, shirt, shoes and socks. That option is entirely up to you. Would you like that, Eddie?" Eddie nodded his head hopefully. "Good. Now here is your chance to demonstrate what a good friend you are to Teddy." Both boys were looking at Melanie with expressions of perplexity. Personally, I was quite intrigued. "You see, you've been a good boy, and as long as that continues, you will be rewarded with your clothing. But Teddy hasn't been such a good boy, so I'm going to make him leave the bus either naked or in a pair of tighty-whities." Teddy and Eddie both looked over at Teddy's tighty-whities, which had been shorn to the point of being unwearable. I could see where this was going, and I was tickled pink.

Maybe their minds were clouded by the humiliation they were undergoing, but both boys looked more bewildered than ever. "Okay, I guess I need to spell it out for you," laughed Melanie. "Eddie, your friend is going to have to get off the bus completely naked unless you're willing to give him your tighty-whities." Eddie's jaw dropped. Eddie looked at Teddy. Teddy looked at Eddie. It was an exquisite moment. "So, what's it gonna be, Eddie?" persisted Melanie. "How good of a friend are you to Teddy? Are you going to help him out, or will he have to run naked in the street? His fate is in your hands."

"Eddie, please," said Teddy. "Don't make me do that!" It was the first time the two boys had spoken to each other since their ordeal began. It was entertaining, and I'm pretty sure it was just what Melanie had hoped. She kept quiet to let the two unfortunates work it out.

"I don't....I don't know," answered Eddie. "I don't want to....to be nak....I don't want to take these off."

This is awesome!

"Look at me, Eddie! I'm already there!" responded Teddy. "I need to put....to put something on!"

"I know, I....oh, God, I'm sorry, Teddy....I....I don't know what to do!"

"Eddie, I'm begging you. Please! I'm naked! I can't go out there like this!"

There was an extended standstill while Eddie contemplated, and Teddy sat hopefully. "Alright," said Melanie. "It's decision time, Eddie. Are you going to let Teddy wear your tighty-whities out there or does he have to go naked? If you're going to help out your friend, you need to do it right now." Eddie looked out the window for a few moments, took a deep breath and, unbelievably, he started slipping down his underpants. "Oh, what a good friend you have, Teddy," remarked Melanie. "You're such a lucky boy."

Eddie indeed stripped himself of his underpants to gallantly save his friend from furthering his humiliation. With one hand over his privates, he held out his tighty-whities for Teddy. But just as Teddy was about to accept the offering, the devious Melanie snatched them from Eddie's grasp. "Teddy will get these when we reach his stop," she said.

"Can I have my clothes now, please?" asked Eddie anxiously.

"Oh, sure, little Eddie," responded Melanie. "As soon as we get to your stop."

Now there were two naked, blushing, squirming boys sitting in the back of the bus, and I couldn't have been more titillated. We reached the boys' penultimate stop and Jenny, true to the plan, had Teddy's clothes gathered in her arms. She looked at Teddy, smiled, and disembarked. Teddy strained his neck to watch anxiously through the window while Jenny dutifully laid the clothes on the bench at the bus stop while the bus was pulling away.

"Don't worry," said the smiling Melanie. "I know it will be awfully embarrassing for you, but you'll only have to run a couple of blocks in Eddie's tighty-whities."

At the time I was disappointed that we only had two blocks to go before the naked twins reached their stop. But as luck would have it (terrible luck for the boys!), the bus had come to a standstill. I looked out the front window and could see that we were in a construction zone, and we were at the mercy of the guy directing traffic. We started creeping along, but ever so slowly. "Oh, goody!" said Melanie. "This gives us a little more time to get acquainted."

From the looks on the boys' faces, I don't think they were at all interested in getting any more familiar with their antagonist—or more precisely, her getting more familiar with them. "How about a little show and tell?" offered Melanie. "I'm sure we'd all love to compare your bits." The boys squirmed ever more uneasily in their seats. "Come on, my naked little twins. Stand up." Not surprisingly, the boys hesitated, and Melanie found a way to motivate them. "Anna, open the window for me, please. I want to throw their clothes out." I giggled as both boys stood up like a shot. Melanie looked down at their privates, which were concealed securely by their hands. Much to my pleasure, that would soon change. "It's time, boys. You're going to show us your bits, and you're going to do it now. Teddy, you go first. Put your hands on your head and keep them there."

The agonized Teddy resignedly obeyed. Of course, we all stared at his newly exposed genitalia. Judging by the reaction of the other spectators, I wasn't the only one surprised at what I saw. Teddy's penis was even larger than I expected, and his balls were a decent size, too. Plus, he had already sprouted pubic hair, which was considerably darker than the golden-colored hair on his head.

"Wow, Teddy," remarked Melanie. "I'm impressed. Your cock is almost like a man's." She smiled at the quivering boy next to Teddy. "What do you think, Eddie?" Eddie, though he wasn't blatantly staring at Teddy's dick like the rest of us were, probably copped a peek out of the corner of his eye. I mean, he must have—it's human nature. And when he did, it certainly couldn't have given him any comfort, knowing that he would soon have to expose his own very private parts of his anatomy, and now knowing that he didn't come close to measuring up to the endowment of his counterpart. "I asked you a question, Eddie," persisted Melanie.

"I....I don't know," he answered nervously. He was steadily shifting his weight from one foot to the other, obviously quite apprehensive about his looming exposure.

"Well, take a good look, and tell me what you think," ordered Melanie. Eddie reluctantly turned his head, took a quick peek at Teddy's privates, then quickly turned away. "Well?" persisted Melanie.

"It's....I don't know......it's....fine." A chorus of laughter ensued.

"Fine? It's fine?" laughed Melanie. "Oh, Eddie, you are precious." She looked down at his hands. "Okay, Eddie, it's your turn. Hands on your head, show us what you've got." Melanie had a smirk on her face when she said that, because, as I wrote in the last chapter, Melanie had already peeked inside Eddie's underpants, so she knew exactly "what he's got."

I could feel a little suspense, as we all waited while watching Eddie curl his toes and shut his eyes tightly in anguish, before eventually succumbing to Melanie's command. When he did, the laughter that rang throughout the bus was the loudest yet, exacerbating what had to be an unbearable experience for the humiliated lad.

The cause of the laughter had everything to do with Eddie's tiny penis, together with his diminutive balls and total hairlessness. It would have been mortifying enough if he was going it alone, but he wasn't, and it certainly didn't help his cause that he was standing next to his well-endowed friend. I'm sure we were all looking back and forth at them, and the contrast was quite striking.

"Oh, little Eddie," said the laughing Melanie. "You poor little boy!"

To this day I don't know how Eddie managed to stand there so exposed with his hands on his head. I guess the carrot at the end of the stick—that being the promise to have his clothes returned—outweighed the excruciating humiliation that he was going through at that moment.

Fortunately for the boys, the bus had been inching along, and a couple of minutes after Eddie (make that little Eddie, lol) exposed himself to all, the bus arrived at their stop. It also happened to be the stop for Melanie and her remaining four friends. "Time to go, boys," said Melanie. Both boys immediately dropped their hands back down to their crotches. Melanie had Eddie's clothes in her clutches. That included his tighty-whities that were earmarked for Teddy. They looked at her anxiously and hopefully, but she wasn't quite forthcoming with the goods. "I said you can have these at the stop," she said. "The stop is outside." Eddie and Teddy looked at each other miserably. There was a certain amount of commiseration perceptible with their expressions, which I thought was kind of cute.

The back door of the bus opened, and Melanie was the first one off, followed by her friends, then the naked boys. As they got off the bus, everyone on the left side of the bus collectively scrambled to the other side to take in the entertaining scene that had relocated outside. I watched with amusement and stimulation—the boys' backs were to us, but I did enjoy looking at their cute little tushies—as the boys waited expectantly next to Melanie. It was reminiscent of a couple of doggies waiting for their treats.

Melanie was in no rush to accommodate the boys' wishes. She handed Eddie one of his shoes, then a sock, then another shoe and sock. None of those articles of clothing seemed to appease the anxious boy. Meanwhile, Teddy was looking around nervously while humorously (for us) jumping up and down.

Eddie finally got his pants and shirt, which he donned in record time. Instead of putting on his shoes and socks, he picked them up and darted away from the scene as quickly as he could. He disappeared around the corner, and my focus immediately turned to the still-naked Teddy. Melanie dangled the underpants teasingly in front of him, then started walking away. Teddy frantically followed her for a few steps before she finally handed them over. A couple of seconds later, much to my amusement, Teddy was scampering down the street, a bit underdressed in little Eddie's tighty-whities.

For the rest of their high school life, they would be known as "The Tighty-Whities Twins," and the story of their escapades that day on the bus will live forever in Roosevelt lore.

[Robert Brooks]

My favourite two chapters of this story!

[Blondie]

Chapter 9: The Misadventures of Blondie

At the school like no other, there was one particular student who was humiliated to a degree like no other. I promised in my intro that I would devote a chapter to Blondie's travails, and I must say that his misfortunes—"calamities" is probably a more apt word—certainly warrant its own chapter.

I was in the same graduating class as Blondie's, so I was fortunate enough to witness quite a few of his degradations. As Roosevelt victims go, Blondie was the exception to the rule, in that his strippings and humiliations continued beyond his freshman year. Indeed, the poor guy was stripped at least once in his senior year! I know, because I was lucky enough to be there when it happened.

All told, I probably saw Blondie get stripped in some form about half a dozen times. I know from all the stories that there were several other instances that I missed. In this chapter I will stick to the occasions that I witnessed. I know that some of them have already been chronicled, either by Blondie himself (on the Web, titled "Roosevelt Humiliations") or by a former student named Felicity (also on the Web, titled "The Felicity Chronicles"), who was Blondie's biggest nemesis. I won't go into detail on those, but I thought it might be nice to touch on them, so you can get an outsider's perspective. There is at least one other Blondie stripping that I haven't seen described anywhere, so I'll go into a little more detail on that one.

I will recount a few of these wonderful experiences in chronological order.

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Freshman Year

As luck would have it, Blondie and I shared the same homeroom. Too add to that lucky circumstance, our homeroom teacher was none other than Miss Farnsworth, who, as you may remember from a previous chapter, was quite fond of delving out the occasional humiliation to one of her unfortunate students when the opportunity arose.

It had started out as an ordinary day in early October. That abruptly changed to extraordinary when I was situated at my desk in homeroom and a red-faced, youngish-looking boy entered the room, clad only in a white tee shirt and tighty-whities. Apparently a few of the senior boys decided to have their fun with him and stripped him down to his underwear. They made him show up to homeroom like that, probably with the threat of taking it even further if he didn't do so.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly changed from boredom to excitation. I remember grinning from ear to ear and feeling the titillation that I get when I witness a boy's humiliation. And it was about to get better.

Miss Farnsworth walked in, and she could sense that her students were keyed up. It didn't take her long to discover the reason, as Blondie's seat was in the front row middle. A smile crossed her lips as she looked Blondie up and down. She told him to stand up. "You have very pretty legs," she said, and we all laughed.

It was true. Blondie had long, slender legs, and didn't seem to have much, if any hair on them in his freshman year. "Pretty" was a fitting description. I have to say, I wish I had legs like that. I'm pretty sure Blondie didn't feel the same way.

Then, everyone followed Miss Farnsworth's gaze out the window. She was grinning, and so were we all when we saw Blondie's corduroys comically flapping in the breeze. They had been hoisted to the top of the flagpole. "Those must belong to you," said Miss Farnsworth, stating the obvious. Blondie responded with "fucking genius." He thought it was under his breath, but he was mistaken. And much to my delight, it gave the depraved teacher a reason to further Blondie's humiliation. "Take off your shirt," she said, and it was music to my ears. I don't think Blondie thought she was serious—he was unaware of Miss Farnsworth's reputation. As was I at that point, but I'm here to tell you that I was dearly hoping she meant it. Then she threatened to take him over her knee and give him a bare-bottomed spanking if he didn't capitulate. A rush of pleasure came over me when she said that, and the reasons are twofold. One, I was further stimulated by the vision of her administering a very embarrassing bare-assed spanking. And two, I realized at that point that she was dead set on stripping the frightened freshman further. And I'm pretty sure Blondie had the same realization.

Lo and behold, in a matter of moments she was stashing Blondie's tee shirt in her desk drawer, and he was standing among us wearing nothing but his tighty-whities.

My juices were flowing as I watched the mortified student slink back into his chair. Miss Farnsworth made him stand back up, and he was told to remain that way for the rest of the roll call. Then she made him turn around and face us. Of course, his face was tomato red, and the miserable expression on his face was exactly as you might expect. His hands were covering whatever bulge he had in his underpants, and Miss Farnsworth instructed him to put his hands to his sides. When he did, of course I immediately checked him out. I giggled (along with many others) since there was not much to check out. There was a small bump from his penis, and his balls didn't fill out the material in any way whatsoever. This only added to my enjoyment, because I knew Blondie's humiliation had to be through the roof.

Eventually Blondie was given permission to go retrieve his pants. But, though he begged for it, he was told he could have his shirt back when he comes back with his pants. So he had to traverse the hallway and venture outside in his tighty-whities. I could hear his bare feet slapping the floor as he made the mad dash down hallway. The mental pictures of Blondie in his tighty-whities that morning still bring a smile to my face.

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Sophomore Year

Though I subsequently witnessed several strippings during my freshman year, none of them involved Blondie. I had heard of several instances involving him—one of them in which he was forced to strip naked in the darkened auditorium during the school play!—but I wasn't lucky enough to be on hand for any of them. Ultimately there was one Blondie episode in the latter part of our sophomore year when I was on hand, and it was a doozy. It also occurred in our homeroom class, and of course Miss Farnsworth was his tormentor.

The incident would never have occurred if not for a girl in our class named Brenda. Over the first two years of high school, Brenda and a few other girls (including Blondie's sister Becky) had gained control over Blondie, and sadistically used that control to humiliate him on several occasions. At one point Blondie tried to get back at her by coming to homeroom before anyone else and writing on the board in big letters, "BRENDA HAS TINY LITTLE TITTIES." It was true—Brenda was not well endowed in the chest department—and when she walked in, everyone giggled at her. When she saw the reason why, she ran up and erased the offensive text. When she walked back to her seat, I could see that her face was bright red.

A few days later, Blondie got greedy and tried the same maneuver. Brenda caught him in the act, which certainly didn't bode well for him. She made him drop his pants, then she cut his underwear off with a pair of scissors and tied a length of bright orange yarn around his dick and balls. When he pulled his pants back up, she cut off some more yarn and used it to tie his hands behind his back. She then reached through his fly, pulled on the yarn, and led him down the hallway to the courtyard outside. After abundant teasing in front of many delighted eyewitnesses, she pulled his pants down to his ankles, revealing his little bits to all.

I so wish I could have seen that—I did get a blow-by-blow later from Brenda—but what transpired when the two of them returned to homeroom more than made up for my missed opportunity. I was casually checking out my phone while sitting at my desk when a grinning Brenda walked in. She was pulling on the length of yarn, leading a bare-chested Blondie literally by the balls, as the yarn extended from inside the open fly of his pants. She proceeded to entertain us by parading her red-faced victim back and forth across the front of the room, much to our amusement. Then she let him put on his shirt and tuck the yarn in his pants before zipping up. She whispered some instructions in his ear before sitting down. The beleaguered Blondie cringed, then reluctantly trudged to the board, picked up the chalk and wrote in big letters, "BLONDIE HAS A TEENSY WEENSY HAIRLESS LITTLE PEE-PEE." He walked back to his desk blushing crimson while our laughter reverberated throughout the room.

As agonizing as that was for Blondie, his humiliation was about to intensify, thanks to Miss Farnsworth. The diabolical teacher walked in and immediately saw what was written on her board. She looked at Blondie, smiled, and after ascertaining that he was the one who wrote the text, I knew there would be no stopping her. I think I licked my lips in anticipation.

"Do you understand the meaning of shame clothing?" she asked him. I sat up straight in my chair, eager for events to unfold. And I would not be disappointed. I almost gagged on my saliva when she reached into her desk and pulled out a black, lacy bra. "Would you remove your shirt and come up here, please?" she said. Blondie was soon bare-chested again. Counting his topless entrance with Brenda that morning, it marked the third time he was stripped naked from the waist up in homeroom, which is exactly three more times than anyone else. Poor, poor Blondie. I love it!

She turned the miserable Blondie around to face us and went to work with her "shame clothing." Within moments she had the bra affixed to Blondie's chest, and it was quite a comical sight. When she said something about keeping the A-cup bra handy for her flat-chested girls, laughter resonated throughout, and Blondie's face was scarlet red.

She looked him up and down and appeared deep in thought. I couldn't wait to see what she had in mind. Then she said something about how she remembered that he has pretty legs, and that since he was wearing a pretty bra, that he should show off his pretty legs. I was getting excited, thinking he'd have to expose his tighty-whities again. I was not aware at the time that Brenda had cut off his underpants earlier that morning. He whispered something to Miss Farnsworth, who grinned and said loudly, "Why aren't you wearing any underpants?" I gasped, and remember being disappointed, because I thought for sure that under the circumstances she wouldn't make him drop his pants.

But I underestimated Miss Farnsworth's appetite for humiliation. She was intent on doing just that—probably even more so since he was naked underneath. She reached for his belt (Blondie had turned around to face her, imploring her to let him keep his pants up), and Blondie put up a struggle, grabbing her wrists. After a sharp reprimand he let go, and Miss Farnsworth quickly unfastened his pants and vigorously hauled them down to his ankles, causing quite an uproar from his fellow students. I soaked in the very pleasant sight of his cute little bare ass, and yes, his pretty legs.

To compound Blondie's ignominious plight, there was the matter of Brenda's yarn that was dangling down from his privates. Miss Farnsworth shook her head, called him a pervert, and told him to put his hands (which were clasped over his genitals) on his hips. Again he begged, but she was not to be denied. When he pulled his hands away she grinned and said, "You poor dear." Then she made him read out loud what was on the board. "Blondie has a teensy weensy hairless little pee-pee," he said with a cracking voice.

"Indeed you do," she said, and we all laughed harder.

I dearly wanted to see for myself—I hadn't yet had the opportunity to see his little dick—but I somehow didn't think that would happen. Again, I underestimated the wickedness of Miss Farnsworth. She told him to turn around and face his classmates. After considerable hemming and hawing, he did so, and I have to say that I was basking in the sight, and in Blondie's humiliation. Indeed, the writing on the board was accurate. He had a little pee-pee, and there was not a hair to be found. Now, even if he had a bigger dick with hair, his humiliation would still have been quite profound. But for a 15-year-old boy to stand there like that with his hairless little bits on full display? Oh, my goodness!

To top things off, Miss Farnsworth made him sing the song "I Feel Pretty" from Westside Story, while wearing the bra and with his pants collected at his ankles. Blondie's humiliation was complete, and I had another wonderful memory to add to my ever-increasing collection of memories.

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Senior Year

If Blondie had any luck, the progression into his senior year would have marked the end of his strippings and humiliations. His antagonists (though I heard they had a little fun with him over the summer) had pretty much exhausted their ways to humiliate the boy, and truth be told—I got this from Brenda—after three years of tormenting Blondie, it just wasn't as exciting for them as it used to be.

But much to Blondie's misfortune, there was a new kid on the block. Her name was Felicity, and she was a force to be reckoned with. Felicity was the younger sister of one of Blondie's tormentors, and evidently she was invited along to one of Blondie's humiliation episodes early the previous summer. Apparently she enjoyed herself quite a bit. Her appetite for humiliation was whetted, and she couldn't wait to put her newfound fascination into play.

Felicity entered Roosevelt High as a freshman during Blondie's senior year. She became quite the terror (with the help of a few friends), and it wasn't long before she developed a circle of victims. All but one of them were freshmen—a poor kid she called Johnny Boy was a common patsy—and, you guessed it, the exception would be the one and only Blondie. Evidently she possessed some incriminating, very embarrassing video footage from her experience with Blondie that summer night. And much to Blondie's bad fortune, though Felicity had plenty of freshmen students under her thumb, Blondie seemed to be her favorite target.

I found out early during our senior year (much to my delight!) that Blondie would still be a victim of the Roosevelt humiliations. I was sitting in homeroom before it started when Brenda started chatting me up. She informed me of Blondie's experience that occurred on the previous day. The longer she spoke, the more wide-eyed and agape I became. Evidently Felicity accosted Blondie at his locker, and before all was said and done he was naked. And here's the kicker: Before she let him get dressed, she gave him a list of instructions. She told him that when he got home that day he was to shave his body completely hairless, and he was to keep it that way from that day forward. I guess he had finally grown pubic hair, and according to Brenda, Felicity took hold of a tuft of it and said, "This has to go, too. I like my boys to be smooth all over." I mean, couldn't you just die?

Anyway, legs, arms, underarms—everything! Plus, from the next day forward he was to wear short shorts—she told him if they came anywhere close to mid-thigh that they were coming off—and a tee shirt with very short sleeves to show off his hairless arms. Oh, and no socks "so he could flaunt his pretty legs." Also—and I really enjoyed this one—he had to go back to wearing tighty-whities (he had started wearing boxers), because he hasn't earned the right to wear boxer shorts since his body hasn't matured enough. She said that he'll look like a 10-year-old boy down there with his hairless little bits, so tighty-whities are much more appropriate. Don't you just love it? Oh, I'm so sorry I missed that scene!

Blondie hadn't arrived yet, and I started watching the door anxiously. "Do you think he will do it? Or did it?" I asked Brenda.

"I'm thinking 'yes.' If you had seen him with Felicity yesterday, you would know that he's terrified of her. As he should be. <giggle>"

"I can't wait to see. And I so wish I had been there yesterday."

"Oh, you would have loved it," said Brenda. "After telling him what he had to do, she made him repeat the instructions to her before she would let him get dressed."

"Oh, my goodness!"

"Yeah, it was quite entertaining. She said, 'Tell me why you're not allowed to wear boxer shorts.' He said, 'Because I haven't earned it?' It was so funny! So she said, 'Yes, and tell me why you haven't earned it.' He stammered, and finally said, 'Because I haven't matured enough?' I loved how he posed it as a question, it was so cute. And Felicity was on a roll and wasn't about to let up. She said, 'Good! And in what way have you not matured?' "
"Oh, my goodness!" I said again.

"I know. He couldn't answer, so she said, 'Is it because you have little boy bits?' He just said 'yes,' so she told him to say it.

"So he actually said, 'I have little boy bits?' I asked incredulously.

"He did. Then Felicity said, 'After tonight, what embarrassing feature will your little boy bits have?' He said, 'They'll have no hair.' "

"Oh my God, this is too much!"

"And then Felicity said, 'That's right! You'll have bald little boy bits!' "

"Oh, that's hilarious!" I said.

"And then....."

At that moment the star of our conversation entered the room. He was walking very quickly, but before he reached his seat I was able to take in his attire: very short shorts, a short, tight tee shirt, and an extremely red face, which turned even redder when he heard a wolf whistle coming from the back of the room. I scrutinized his legs and arms, and sure enough, there was not a hair to be found. I was pretty sure there was also no hair anywhere inside his shorts, and that he was almost certainly wearing his tighty-whities.

A few days later I would have the pleasure of seeing for myself.

After that morning, I became a bit of a stalker, I must admit. Whenever I could, I would trail Blondie in hopes that he would have an encounter with Felicity. One afternoon at the start of the lunch break I got my wish. Blondie was walking down the hallway, and she seemingly came out of nowhere. She greeted him pleasantly (and probably enjoyed the frightened look on his face as much as I did), then took him by the arm and led him toward the girls’ bathroom. He resisted, but of course Felicity would get her way, and they eventually disappeared on the other side of the door.

Of course I had to follow them in there. I was not about to be denied a chance to observe whatever Felicity had in mind for him. And I had a feeling there would at least be a tighty-whities sighting.

There were about a dozen girls already in the bathroom, and a couple more were coming in behind me. At first the occupants expressed alarm when they saw a boy in their bathroom, but their expressions immediately turned to amusement when they saw his clean-shaven legs, his level of embarrassment, and the fact that a youngish looking freshman girl seemed to have control of him.

Felicity stopped near a sink in the relatively large room and let go of Blondie's arm. She had him facing the interested onlookers. "You shouldn't have resisted, Blondie," she said calmly. "You'll have to be punished now."

"Please, I....I didn't want to go in the....it's the girls’ bathroom," he responded.

"Yes it is," responded Felicity. "And you have very pretty, girly legs," she continued, playing to the growing crowd. "So you should feel right at home." She looked at his shorts and said, "All I was going to do was have a quick check to make sure you're wearing your tighty-whities like I asked you to." The sound of giggling girls echoed throughout the room, and the sense of anticipation was palpable. I, for one, could feel my pulse quickening, as I eagerly took in the unfolding scene.

"I'm wearing them," answered Blondie anxiously. "Here, look," he said as he dipped his fingers inside his shorts and pulled up on the material, exposing what certainly looked like the waist band of a pair of tighty-whities. I had a feeling (and I hoped!) that wouldn't satisfy her, and that feeling and hope would come to fruition. Felicity reached for the snap at the top of Blondie's shorts.

"Oh, we need to have a better look than that," said Felicity as she unsnapped the shorts.

"Please, Fel....please, not here....please, can I....can I show you in private?" begged Blondie as he looked around nervously. He made eye contact with me, which I really enjoyed. I made sure to give him a coquettish smile when we connected.

"I don't think so," said Felicity while pulling down on his zipper. "You lost your chance of privacy when you put up a fight against me." Blondie knew not to resist when Felicity stepped behind Blondie, probably to give his audience a clear view (much to my delight!) and took hold of both sides of his shorts. "Are you ready to show everybody your tighty-whities?" asked Felicity, pausing for dramatic effect.

"Please, no...." I loved how he pleaded for mercy. I mean, he had to know that Felicity was going to get her way. But that didn't stop him from begging, which demonstrated how desperate he was to keep from being stripped. That's why, for me, his begging only added to my enjoyment of his ongoing humiliation.

Drawing out the moment further, Felicity momentarily let go of Blondie's shorts and took hold of his shirt tail with both hands. She then pulled it up to his breastbone, where it remained. "Now we'll get a nice, unobstructed view of your little tighty-whities when your shorts come down," she said. I was really enjoying her commentary. She really knew how to set up a scene for the full humiliation effect. I also enjoyed that she exposed his belly for us. The newly bared skin was tantalizing and was a perfect foreshadowing of what was now inevitable.

Again she put her hands on the tops of his shorts, and again she let go. This time she addressed us. "Would anyone like to do the honors?" she asked. I'm sure she figured Blondie's humiliation would increase a notch if someone else became an active participant.

This was a major boon for me because I immediately, almost involuntarily raised my hand and called out, "I'll do it!" and Felicity stepped aside, holding out an open palm.

"He's all yours," she said.

I was very excited about my good fortune, and I wanted to make the most of it. I stepped in front of Blondie, made eye contact, smiled, and stuck out my hand. Though we had been in the same homeroom all three years, we'd never really spoken, mainly because Blondie was a bit on the shy side. "Hi Blondie, I'm Michelle." Blondie miserably reciprocated with a half-hearted handshake. Then, just for the hell of it, I kissed him on his profusely blushing cheek. I remember how warm it felt when my lips touched his skin. I then dropped down to a crouch, took one last look at his anxious expression and said, "Show time!" Then, without hesitation I proceeded to pull his shorts down to his ankles in one smooth, leisurely motion. I barely noticed the loud cheers reverberating throughout the bathroom, as I was quite focused on the exposed tighty-whities, the newly bared upper thighs, and the humiliation that I most certainly had generated for the poor boy. It was an exquisite moment for me, one that I still cherish to this day.

I stepped back to survey the wonderful scene, and to let the expert take over. "Thank you, Michelle," said Felicity. "That was well done." Felicity then turned her attention to the beleaguered Blondie, who now was leaning forward with his hands clasped over the front of his underpants. I was enjoying his body language, and his shame.

Felicity was down on one knee at Blondie's feet. She tapped him on the leg. "Step out of these, please." Blondie complied, and Felicity expeditiously relieved him of his shorts. She started to rise, then changed her mind and lifted his leg one at a time and removed his shoes. "I want you barefoot while I strip you to your tighty-whities," she said. She then stood behind him and took hold of his shirt tail. "Arms up, please. Tighty-whities only for you." Blondie hesitated, was about to say something, but then he just submitted. "Higher," ordered Felicity. "Hold them up nice and high." Blondie did so, and of course we were all looking at his crotch. There wasn't much to see. <giggle>

Felicity started pulling up on Blondie's shirt, and she took her sweet time, especially after she exposed his hairless underarms, which I found very intriguing. I remember thinking how humiliating it must have been for him, a 17-year-old boy forced to keep his legs and underarms all smooth at a 13-year-old girl's behest. Then to have to expose that to us, all stretched out like that—in the girls’ bathroom, no less—gosh, I can only try to imagine how mortified he was. Even with that in mind, I was dearly hoping for more.

"I wonder if he has any hair anywhere on his body," giggled one of the onlookers.

"I doubt it," said another, and everyone laughed.

When Blondie was finally relieved of his shirt, he immediately dropped his hands back down to his privates. That would soon be remedied. "Blondie," said Felicity, "We can't get the full effect of your tighty-whities presentation when you have your hands over your little bits like that." Blondie didn't move, I guess since it was just a comment and not a directive. "Let's keep your hands on your head from now on and away from your little boy bits. I think everyone would find that very pleasing, don't you think so?" Without answering, Blondie capitulated and raised his hands to his head. Felicity was right, I found that very pleasing.

"That's my good boy," said Felicity as she did a slow 360 around the troubled teen, checking him out at every turn. "You look so delectable," continued Felicity, as she teased him by strumming her fingers lightly up and down his sides. She did another 360, then stopped in front of him, looked him up and down, then looked him in the eye. "Do you know how you can become even more delectable?" she asked.

Oh, be still my heart! Tell me this is going where I hope it is going!

Blondie must have been thinking what I was thinking also, because his eyes grew as big as saucers. "Oh, I think you do," said Felicity. "Can you tell me, Blondie?" teased Felicity. She put her hands on his hips. "Can you tell me how we can make you even more delectable?"

"Please, I....I don't know," answered Blondie.

"But I think you do, sweetie," she said as she inserted her hands inside the back of his underpants and felt up his bum. "And I want you to tell me."

Blondie was between the proverbial rock and a hard place. He knew exactly what Felicity wanted him to say, and he didn't want to even say it, much less do it. But if he didn't answer—or, to take it a step further, answer correctly—then somehow she would make matters even worse for him.

Is that even possible?

"I....by....by pulling down my underpants?" he managed to eke out, eliciting a chorus of giggling from his new fans.

"Good, Blondie!" exclaimed Felicity as she took her hands out of his tighty-whities and clapped her hands together. "You're definitely on the right track. But there are different degrees of delectability. For instance, I'd say right now, you standing here with all these girls looking at you all embarrassed in those tighty-whities with your pretty legs on display, on a scale of one to ten your delectability level is probably a solid eight. Now, if we were to do what you suggested—and thank you for that—I'd put your delectability level at a solid nine. I know at least one of your admirers was wondering if you had any hair on your little bits. If you're standing there with your tighty-whities around your knees, it would be a delectable sight, and it would answer that burning question.

"Now....let's say we took it a step further and not only pulled your tighty-whities down but continued their descent aaaall the way down your pretty legs and completely off your feet." Felicity paused and looked Blondie in the eye. He looked absolutely miserable, and I don't think I could have been more excited. "If we did that, what would you be, Blondie?"

"Um....um...."

"Say it. What would you be?"

"A....a ten?"

"Well, yes, your delectability level would be a ten," she said through her laughter. "But you wouldn't be wearing any clothes, in which case you'd be?" she asked.

"N-Naked?"

Oh, I loved it!

"Yes!" exclaimed Felicity. "You'd be naked! And yes, your level of delectability would be a perfect ten!" She paused to let that sink in, then continued. "Tell you what. Let's take a vote." She turned and addressed us. "A show of hands will be fine. How many of you would like to let Blondie keep his tighty-whities on?" Not surprisingly, no hand was raised. "Anyone? Okay, how many of you would like to see Blondie's tighty-whities pulled down to his knees?" One hand shot up quickly, but she then withdrew it when she realized there was another, more stimulating option. "And lastly, how many of you would like to see Blondie's tighty-whities removed completely, in which case he'd be.....?" She held her palm out to us, and in unison we yelled, "NAKED!" while collectively raising our hand high in the air.

The atmosphere was electric. Felicity was putting on an amazing performance, and it was a stimulating buildup to what was becoming a foregone conclusion. I can tell you, she really had me worked up.

"I guess the people have spoken," said Felicity, "And apparently they would all like you to be naked." She paused and smiled at the hapless Blondie. "Are you ready to be naked?" she asked.

"No! Please, I'm begging you! Don't....don't do this! Not here!" he responded. I was surprised—and more than a little titillated—that he was still begging at this point. He had to know it would be of no use.

"Oh, Blondie, don't be such a tease. Look how excited your audience is. And they all want you to be naked. Surely you wouldn't want to disappoint them." There was no response from Blondie this time, as he finally seemed to be resigned to his ignominious fate. "No, I thought not.

"Now, let's see, how shall we go about relieving you of your undies? I'll let you mentally prepare yourself for your soon-to-be nakedness while I think this over. Oh, and no matter what, you're not to cover up. If you dare move your hands from your head, there will be consequences.

"So, as I see it, there are several ways we could go here. We could pull down your tighty-whities ever so slowly, bit by bit, for a tantalizing unveiling. I realize, though it would be enjoyable for us to watch, it would no doubt be a rather agonizing experience for you.

"Another option would be to just take hold of your tighty-whities like this and simply haul them down really fast, like this." As she said that, she simultaneously walked behind Blondie, took hold of his waistband with both hands, and to the surprise of all (especially Blondie!), she zealously yanked downward. In the blink of an eye, Blondie's tighty-whities had been relocated from his hips to all the way down to the tops of his feet. Blondie was blindsided, and for a moment he didn't know what hit him. It was when Felicity bent down and freed his displaced tighty-whities from his feet that it registered for him that he was suddenly standing totally naked in the girls’ bathroom in front of a very appreciative audience. Somehow (and much to my appreciation) Blondie managed to obey Felicity's command and maintain his hands-on-head position.

As for us, well, the sounds of hoopla and revelry resonated throughout the bathroom as we ogled the naked, crimson-faced boy. I had last seen his bared goodies back in our sophomore year in Miss Farnsworth's homeroom class. Looking at them now, I couldn't see much of a change. His dick was still on the small side—maybe just a tad bigger than it was then—and just like then, he had no hair. Of course, thanks to Brenda I was aware that he had grown bodily hair, and that as of a few days ago (at Felicity's behest) he has to stay hairless all over. Judging by the comments, not everybody in the room was aware of that tidbit.

"A little wee wee with no hair," laughed one girl.

"Poor little freshman baby," said another.

"No, he's a senior," someone shouted out (okay, it was me). "He's in my homeroom."

"Oh, my God, are you serious? No way! How old is he?"

"He's seventeen," chimed in the smiling Felicity, a revelation that created another loud uproar.

"Oh my God, he's seventeen with a hairless little weenie like that? Oh, you poor little boy, how embarrassing!" remarked a girl behind me.

"Embarrassing" was quite an understatement. It had to be absolutely excruciating for him to be standing there in the girls’ bathroom, stripped naked with his undersized, hairless genitals on full display for an all-female audience that was delighting in his humiliation. His face was positively glowing and seemed to flush brighter with every biting comment from the energized girls.

When it eventually quieted down, Felicity turned the screws a little tighter. "Are they right, Blondie?" she asked. "Is it embarrassing to be 17-years-old and have hairless little bits?" The miserable Blondie just looked straight down without answering. "Answer me, Blondie," persisted Felicity.

"Yes," said Blondie softly.

"Yes, what?" countered Felicity.

"It's....it's embarrassing to have....to be 17-years old and have lit....hairless little bits."

Laughter rang throughout, and Blondie was about as miserable as one could imagine. But Felicity had one last debasement for the most unfortunate teen. She gathered up all his clothes—notably leaving his tighty-whities draped over one of the stall doors—and started walking to the exit. She stopped at the door and said, "You can put on your tighty-whities, in, say, three minutes. I'll leave the rest of your clothes at your locker. And don't you ever try to resist me again." She wasn't done. "During those three minutes, you are to keep repeating these words: 'I'm completely naked, and I'm so embarrassed, because everyone is staring at my bald little boy bits." I almost choked on my saliva. "Let me hear you say it."

"I'm na....completely naked, and I'm embarrassed because..."

"Wait!" interrupted Felicity. "You are so embarrassed. Now try it again."

"I'm so....I'm completely naked, and I'm so embarrassed because....because everyone is staring at my....my bald little boy bits."

"Excellent!" Felicity shouted, so she could be heard over our laughter. "Now keep saying it, for three minutes."

"Maybe he can walk around for us while he says it?" I called out. I couldn't help myself. I wanted to see him walk around naked.

"What a fun idea!" agreed Felicity. "Blondie, walk back and forth the length of the bathroom while you say it. For three minutes. Will someone set a timer?" The girl next to me stopped videoing for a moment and set a timer on her phone. "Okay, three minutes, starting right now," said Felicity. "Start walking."

And he did. For the next three minutes we were thoroughly entertained by the extraordinary spectacle of the naked teen parading back and forth, hands on his head while articulating the mortifying words over and over. The humiliation level was off the charts. I don't know if it is even possible for one's face to be any redder than Blondie's was at that moment.

When the timer went off, Blondie made a beeline for his tighty-whities and pulled them on in nothing flat. At some point Felicity had indeed slipped away with the rest of his clothes. As he left the bathroom, I followed him out and watched gleefully as Blondie scampered the length of the hallway in his tighty-whities to rescue his clothes. That fabulous vision (along with everything that transpired in the bathroom that day) played a considerable part in stimulating me to compose these memoirs.