Jon had been doing his best to forget about his humiliating experience at the museum. He couldn't believe he had been butt naked in front of his hot teacher. It had been several days now, but frequently the entire event would replay in his mind. Now in his shower at home, he tried to wash the memory out of his mind.
Just as he was lathering shampoo on his head, the curtain was suddenly ripped open. Startled, John twirled around with his hands on his head. A beautiful, otherworldly woman in a toga was the culprit. Quickly, he grabbed his shampoo bottle and used it to cover his crotch. Here he was naked again in front of a woman.
"What the hell? Who are you?" he asked.
"Silence mortal," the woman spoke softly but somehow her voice seemed to thunder in Jon's head. "I am Humiliatia, Goddess of Shame." As she said this, her eyes glistened, lit by some unseen fire. What she was saying was crazy, but something about her voice and her appearance made Jon believe her. "You dared disrespect my totem. And now is the time of your punishment."
"I-I'm sorry. I didn't know. How can I make it up to you."
"There is nothing you can do but endure your punishment until I grow bored of you. You will face trials of increasing humiliation until you think you have reached your limit, only to face more. You will pray to me to end your torment, but my justice will not be rushed."
And with that, the woman vanished, leaving Jon alone in his bathroom. Jon finished up his shower in a daze, contemplating the bizarre encounter he'd just had. Stepping out in just a towel, he heard a female voice teasing him, "Hey hot stuff."
Shit. Jon forgot his older sister Alice had invited a friend to spend the night. Julia was down the hall looking incredible. She was a year older than Jon. When they were little, he had a huge crush on he, and they'd had a flirty thing going since he was in middle school, but it hadn't gone anywhere yet. Normally, the cocky Jon would have used this opportunity to show off his torso, toned from soccer practice. But he was terrified by his recent brushes with humiliation. He held onto his towel with a deathgrip as he sheepishly said "Hi Julia," and started heading the other way back to his room.
Now you could not have paid Jon to loosen his grip. He was terrified of any kind of exposure he might suffer. The museum trip was more than enough embarrassment to last him a life time. But as he neared his room he had the weirdest sensation. Even though he consciously tried to stop it, he felt his hand lighten up on its grip on the towel. Slowly his arm went limp by his side. And shortly after, to his horror, he felt the towel begin to lower. He came to a halt just as he felt the towel fall to his ankles. He held out hope for a split second that Julia had retreated back to his sister's room, maybe she hadn't seen anything. And then he heard the wolf whistle. She was drinking in the sight of his bare ass. "Oh my God," he muttered as he bent down to grab his towel. As quick as he could, Jon slipped into his room wishing he were dead.
Meanwhile Julia headed back into Alice's room. Gleefully she announced, "I just saw your brother's naked ass!"
"Ew, what the hell?"