“I rather embarrass myself with the nurse!” I declared proudly.
It wasn’t as cool as I wished it sounded and the cheerleaders all began giggling. Not helping matters is the torn shreds of my briefs hanging out of my pants like a beaver’s tail.
“Okay wedgie boy! Hope you don’t regret it when you see Miss Ascot!” Francine giggled.
“She’s the hottest nurse in the school!” Evelyn laughed.
My ears and face burned with embarrassment but I kept a brave face. Evelyn giggled before opening the door and I waved goodbye (and even got a hug from Francine!) before following Sarah out.
She was explaining to me the hierarchy of the school (a huge jumbled mess that I could barely understand) and we were just wrapping up the topic about how [Highschool] had a rather hefty nerdy boy population compared to the rather small pool of “cool guys” when we made it to the Nurse’s office.
It was bigger then I expected, the size of two classrooms and we opened the doors in. I shivered from the blasting AC and noticed that there were two rows of 12 beds covered with blinds each.
But if the nurse there was no sign.
“Miss Ascot? Miss Ascot! Miss Asscoooooooot?!” Sarah shouted before shrugging. “Guess the nurse is out. Get comfy wedgie boy. We’ll need you for after practice, I’ll let the teachers know you’re here meanwhile.” she gave me a pat on the head before leaving.
“Thanks S-Sarah!” I shouted after her with a heavy blush before finding a spot to rest.
It proved to be more difficult then I thought since almost every bed was taken by an occupant. Of the 24 spots, only three of them were not wedgie related. Conspicuously they were all girls too, who seemed to have a bug or some other issue.
The other dozen and a half were a variety of boys in various states of wedgies! I blushed as I saw some of these wedgies and couldn’t help but be impressed with [Highschool]. Was it this brutal here?
I passed by no less then a whole row of boys with their tighty whities wrapped over and around their faces! They appeared to be from all cliques, with a goth here, a few preps there, and even a few football players!
One of them didn’t even have pants on and I admittedly took a second longer staring at the pale plump cheeks before blushingly continuing looking for a spot.
However, I kept finding more and more wedgied boys. Some with their tighty whities torn like mine sticking out of their pants, others with a beaver’s tail of cotton. But one of them was even more brutal!
“What happened to you?” I couldn’t help but exclaim as I turn to the second to last bed.
“Heh…my best friend Clarita gets…excited sometimes…” the boy said shyly.
He was a petite guy, looking only about 5’4 with long wavy blonde hair past his shoulders. He was also horribly wedgied, with his tighty whities stretched out so much that it was currently wrapped around his bed, so large it was now that it would have made someone trip!
“Ummm…would you like some help…?” I asked.
“Alistair,” he introduced, “And I’m okay…kinda used to it heh…” he rubbed his head sheepishly. “Besides…this wedgie’s in deep! I’ll need pliers.” he joked.
“I’m [Anon]. Nice to meet you Alistair.” I said.
“Great!” he smiled at me, “I can see you met some of the girls at [Highschool], or was it one of the bullies?”
“Cheerleaders.” I said.
“Oh nice! They give some mean ones!”
“Heh…that’s for sure!” I sheepishly said.
“Well, take a seat [Anon]. Miss Ascot won’t be back for a while!” Alistair said kindly. I nodded and hopped onto a bed next to him and for the next 30 minutes or so we just talked and got to know one another.
His name was Alistair Liddell and from my time talking with him it was obvious he wasn’t all there. Airheaded even. Kept talking about things like Wonderland and rabbits and teacups.
He was also very fond of this girl named Clarita, though if she gave him such a huge wedgie I couldn’t see why. Then he said why I wanted to stick with the cheerleaders despite the wedgies and I shut up.
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