It had been a long day. I had showed up late to my first class of the day in my final month of being a college Freshman, tripped coming in the door, and landed right at my calculus professors feet. Naturally, not a single person missed the incident, or my professor sarcastically suggesting I would see better from a chair.
And that was just the start.
After my second class I had gone to grab some lunch in the common building when I, you guessed it, tripped carrying my food and once more landed on my face. This time in the middle of cafeteria. To my great surprise I had looked up to see a hand reaching to help me. I grabbed it without first looking at the body it was attached to. Big mistake. It was John Altman, the senior who'd taken great advantage of my clumsiness to amuse himself and his gang of friends.
Still holding his hand, I was pulled directly into the middle of the gang, all of whom were busy commenting on my 'natural grace'. I barely managed to shake them off and get to my afternoon economics class on time. This time making sure to watch my step as I walked in and took my seat.
The rest of the day passed without any significant occurrence except John (who was re-taking first year economics, go figure) faking a fall when he came into the class, and giving me a less-than subtle wink.
Sitting in economics I berated myself for being so clumsy. It wasn't my fault really. Despite being 5"4', which is quite short for a guy, I'd recently gone through a (very late) growth spurt which had finally put me over five feet. I'd been ecstatic when I started growing again, only to stop where I was. Oh well. I figured I was still decently good looking. Sure I'm a little pale, but who in college isn't? And I thought my slightly long brown hair and green eyes were a nice combination. If I only could find a girl who agreed on that.
My thoughts were rudely interrupted by everyone suddenly getting up and starting to leave. Shit! Had I missed the whole lecture? I quickly packed up my things and headed to the Grayson library, which was my favorite place to study. I would have some catching up to do.
I studied in the library for a couple hours until I thought I'd caught up with how far the lecture should have gotten. Besides, it was just before four and if I wanted to make it home on the bus in order to have supper at a decent time I would have to leave soon. I started walking to the bus stop and took a shortcut through the phys-ed building as I was risking being late for my bus.
As I was coming around one of the corners I ran smack dab into Adam, who was with John and the rest of the gang. The force of the unexpected collision sent me reeling, and as I fell my foot caught and twisted me onto my face as I fell. Hitting the ground I let out what was in retrospect a slightly feminine grunt.
"Whoa! Are you alright there lady? I didn't see you coming!"
Lady?! What the heck was he talking about? I turned myself around and looked up at him as he reached out his hand to help me up. He froze halfway with a stupid look on his face that quickly turned into laughter.
"It's Sam!" John shrieked, struggling to control his laughter. "Jesus we thought you were a girl!"
I picked myself up and starting walking briskly down the hall, aware I was blushing madly.
"Aww John, you made the little girl run away!" I heard one of his cronies say, and decided to pick up the pace slightly. I had almost made it to the end of the hall when I felt one of their massive arms (oh did I mention they were football players?) reach around me and pick me up, my legs flailing madly.
"Put me down!" I demanded. "Please!"
"Hey don't worry little lady, we're just helping you on your way" the voice replied. "Don't worry, the change room is just over here."
I stopped struggling for a moment as I contemplated what he said for a moment. "But the change rooms are on the other side of the buil-" I tried to say, but was cut off as I realized I had been maneuvered directly in front of the womens change room.
"Here you are!" He announced proudly, and holding the door for me he gave me a solid shove in.
I picked myself up once more and hurled around, only to see the door had swung shut behind me. I ran up and tried to push it open, but to no avail. They were blocking the door from opening, and I could hear them killing themselves laughing through the wall.
Realizing my situation, I quickly looked around the room. Thankfully there was no one inside at the moment, although I could see random articles of clothing and shoes scattered around the place. One backpack in particular caught my eye as I noticed the shiny bejeweled cat sticking just out of a locker door. It was my roommate Janelle's. Just then I heard a female voice on the other side of the door, playfully asking the guys what was going on. Then more female voices joined in.
"Dammit!" I swore, realizing what was happening. Janelle was on the cheer team, and they had probably been practicing at the same time as the football team, and were headed back to the lockers!
I looked around, searching for somewhere to hide. My eyes caught on a floor to ceiling locker right at the back corner of the square. Quickly, and aware of my small size, I dashed into it and closed the door just as the girls barged in.
The next five minutes were straight out of almost every guys' fantasy. The girls stripped off their skirts and tank-tops. I couldn't help myself from staring as they bent over.
One by one they started heading into the showers. I would have used the opportunity to make a break for the door, if it weren't for three girls who I hadn't met yet who had stood back by the lockers talking in their underwear.
I cursed silently. My nose was starting to itch but I didn't dare try and scratch for fear of making a sound.
The cheerleaders started returning from their showers, with a few of them even changing naked right in front of me! I felt so dirty watching them like this, but couldn't help myself from getting turned on.
I was busy watching one particularly shapely girl in the far corner slowly put on her thong while having a conversation with her friend - both of whom were bare-chested, when a girl right in front of my started spraying hairspray.
"ACHOOOO!" I sneezed, loud enough to wake the dead.
Everyone in the room froze and looked over at my corner where the locker door had burst open and I had half fallen out.
"What the FUCK!" One of them yelled, and instantly they grabbed me and pushed me up against the lockers. I whimpered quietly and shrank down. Begging them to let me go.
"What the heck were you doing in here?" The one holding me yelled. "If you can read you'd see the sign on the damn door - it says girls only!"
"I.. I -" I stammered. Unable to get a comprehensible word out.
"Well? What is it?" She looked around at the group of friends. "Are you a girl?"
"Uhh..." I stammered once more.
Without waiting for a full response I felt someone's hand at my waist and before I knew it my pants were on the floor leaving me standing there in my briefs.
Immediately they all started laughing. I stared at of them uncomprehendingly. Slowly I looked down and realized what they were laughing at.
The white underwear I had thrown on this morning in my rush out the door weren't in fact my briefs, they were a pair of Janelle's panties, completely with a little pink ribbon on the front.
The two girls holding my arms pushed me and turned me around and the laughing intensified. I looked back struggling to see what they were laughing at. My heart sank as I saw my reflection in the mirror. Boldly written on my bum, in pink, was the word "bitch" in cursive letters.
I bowed my head and shame and felt the blushing intensify. God how much could a person blush? I felt like my face was on fire.
