Brady woke the next morning to the beautiful moment before the realization of your reality sets in. When you're still half in dream world. Unfortunately the moment was fleeting, and the harder Brady tried to chase it, the faster it disappeared. He laid in bed for longer than usual, considering whether or not he was even going to class. Once his internal debate finished, he figured Rob would just come find him anyway, so it was better not to let him see Brady sweat.
With labored movements, he turned to his left and set his feet on the ground. He let the blanket fall from his naked body, as he stood and made his way over to the small bureau across the room. When he opened it, he couldn't believe what he saw. Brady blinked a few times to make sure he wasn't dreaming, but he didn't wake up, and his drawers were still completely empty. He pulled each one out in succession, but none of them had any clothes.
Brady spun around, his heart beating in a panic. He didn't have long to think before a knock came at the door. After taking a moment to breathe, he grabbed the blanket and wrapped it around himself, before cracking the door open. On the other side was Rob, smiling wide.
"Hey there little guy! Ready for day 2?" Without asking, Rob shoved the door open and stepped inside. Brady quickly closed it behind him.
"Where are my clothes?" Brady said angrily, clutching his blanket.
"That was my idea! I figured today, I could decide what you wear... and I already have an outfit ready." That's when Rob held up a small t-shirt with the words "I have a tiny pee pee" written on the front in big letters.
"You have to be kidding."
"That's not all!" said Rob with glee in his voice. He then unfurled a tight looking pair of thin grey sweatpants.
"I'm not wearing that."
"Okay, but then I'll have to drag you to class naked, and I'm not sure you'll like that either."
Brady took a moment to weigh his options, before grabbing the clothes from Rob's hands, and sliding them on. When he looked down, he was horrified to see that the shirt barely came to his waistline, leaving his little package incredibly visible against the thin fabric of the pants.
"Fine. There. Happy?"
Rob smiled even wider "Yup. Now let's go. We got chemistry in ten."
Brady reluctantly slipped on his sandals, and followed Rob out into the hallway. The walk to class was hell. Brady tried not to pay attention, but all he could see was the faces turning to laugh at him as he walked by. Almost to class, Brady saw a group of women all huddled around a cell phone. Faintly he heard his own voice saying "I have a tiny pee pee" and instantly the group burst into raucous laughter.
Brady was thankful to get to sit in his desk, despite the side glances from a number of his classmates. Chemistry ended without incident, and Brady breathed a sigh of relief just getting to get away from Rob. The staring and laughing from everyone was still obvious and humiliating, but Brady tried his best not to let it bother him. About half way through the day, he saw Meghan, the woman who tortured him the night before, walking toward him with a smile on her face. Not one of vicious mischief, but one of apology.
"Hey Brady, I'm sorry about last night. It's just a stupid tradition. I didn't really have a choice. I hope there are no hard feelings."
Her words caught Brady by surprise. He took a few seconds to stammer before replying. "Oh, yeah. I get it. I just kind of gotta deal with it. It's cool. Once it's all done I'll be a freshman starting for HSU on national television. I'd say it's worth it."
"Good, I'm glad." she replied "And after a little bit, nobody will even remember what happened to you. That stuff happens all the time here. Soon some other guy will have videos of his humiliation playing in the student lounge."
"Seriously?..."
"Look, I felt bad and I saw you coming, so I grabbed you a coffee. I didn't know how you like it, so I left it alone."
For the first time in what felt like weeks, Brady smiled. "Oh. Thanks. I take it black, so that works."
"Alright, well, I hope to see you around." the gorgeous blonde woman winked at him, and like that she was gone, leaving him with his hot paper cup. He took a sip, noting an odd taste, but chalking it up to being cheap, cafeteria coffee, and made his way to his next class.
His good mood faded a bit, as he remembered that his next class was with Ms. Adams, a teacher with a reputation for cruel humiliation of any student that disrupted her class. He could only hope she didn't notice his shirt, as he sat in his desk, and crouched down as low as possible.
While waiting for class to begin, Brady heard his phone vibrate. He pulled it out to find a text message from Rob.
"Enjoy your coffee?"
Brady cocked his head to the side and typed out his reply.
"Yeah. How did you know about that?"
The reply didn't take long.
"Because I'm the one that mixed a crushed up viagra into it. Enjoy Ms. Adams' class! Lol"
Brady's eyes widened. Rob had to be bluffing. There's no way he would be that mean, Brady didn't have long to ponder it before Ms. Adams swept into the room, silencing the murmuring instantly. Brady quickly shoved his phone in his backpack, and lowered himself in his seat.
The first ten minutes of class went by fine. It was then that Brady felt the medication starting to do its job. Blood rushed to his tiny penis, and within thirty seconds he had a raging, three inch hard on. Brady tried flexing his calf, and anything else he could think of, but all he could really do was hope nobody noticed. It was only a few more minutes before he heard the woman sitting next to him giggle. He looked up to see her eyes locked on his tiny bulge. Unfortunately, Ms. Adams heard it too.
"Young lady, what exactly is so funny?" She said in a stern voice, as Brady's heart raced.
"I'm sorry." she replied "It's just that he has a boner." She said, pointing to Brady. Immediately everyone's attention turned to him, the laughter beginning to grow.
"Well!" exclaimed the severe looking teacher. "Young man, why don't you come up here and tell us all what has you so excited. I didn't think proper punctuation was so arousing."
Brady stalled for a moment, but knew it was inevitable. He stood up, and the laughter suddenly got a lot louder. Keeping his head down, he made his way to the front of the class. Turning to face them, he saw everyone staring directly at his tiny erection, some even discretely pulling out their phones to capture his humiliation. Ms. Adams surveyed his attire, taking a long time to look at his shirt.
"Well... little man. It seems like you're the kind of boy who likes attention."
"No I swear I..." He tried to come up with some explanation, but nothing would do.
"Alright. I'll give you one chance to tell us what I was just talking about, unless you were too busy... manipulating yourself to pay attention."
Brady frantically searched his mind for some shred of the class, but could remember nothing. "I... I'm sorry I don't remember."
"Well then..." Ms. Adams said with an angry smirk. "Since you seem to find attention more important than your education..." Slowly she made her way behind the young man, and yanked his sweatpants to the ground, allowing his little boner to pop free for the full classroom to see. He tried to cover himself, but Ms. Adams slapped his hands away. "No no. Hands at your sides. And you can stay up here for the rest of the class. I hope you enjoy all the attention."
With that she continued on with the class. Brady could only stand there, his medicinally induced erection refusing to abate even a little. The fact that he stayed hard the entire class seemed even funnier to everyone. Once she dismissed everyone, Brady pulled his pants up, and quickly rushed back to his dorm.
