You try and struggle but you know it's impossible and accept your fate, holding your breath as you're dunked into the toilet, head completely submerged in the water. You're brought over to the toilet and lowered down, the bully using his free hand to push your head downwards towards the toilet, which is thankfully clean. You pale and kick your legs frantically, begging for mercy and to be let free, alas it falls on deaf ears. The clipboard bully taps his foot impatiently, "Maybe we should give you some time to think about it." You feel yourself get carried over to a toilet cubicle, which is opened up revealing the toilet. You blink, unable to think properly with the constant wedgie going on. You have to make a choice, whether you are going to remain a briefs wearer and take the wedgies and humiliation, or you wear the boxers and you get to watch someone else get wedgied instead of you. There are no bullies in the freshmen year, that's reserved for us seniors. "At this school we separate you freshmen into two groups, the briefs wearers, or the nerds, and the boxers and boxer briefs wearers, the neutrals. The clipboard bully starts talking as the one wedgieing you bounces you up and down like a yo-yo, making you yelp out each time you landed into the wedgie. You have received wedgies before, usually playful ones from your friends, but they had never lifted you up off the ground before! Without a word, he spins you around and reaches into your jeans, taking a handful and hoisting you off the ground with ease! You gasp and stiffen up like a ruler, not sure how to take the invasion of fabric into your butt as your toes stretch to the ground. The one in front of the underwear pile steps up, looming over you. "Underwear?" You answer honestly, hoping it would make things shorter. "Name?" The one with the clipboard asks and you quickly give it, watching him scribble it down on the board. One is clutching a clipboard and pen, while behind the other is two piles of underwear, one of briefs (mainly tighty whities) and one of boxers. You are greeted by two seniors, both very big and buff, probably in the sports team. With a big breath, you step into the bathroom. You stare at him, thinking you recognise him from your old school when you're brought back to reality by a "Next!" coming from inside. Slowly but surely you arrive at the front of the queue, squirming a little and sweating with nerves, your friend giving you a reassuring pat on your shoulder as the boy in front of you comes out in an atomic wedgie, reaching around to try and pull it out as he hobbles away. A couple even came out in atomic wedgies, which doesn't make you feel any better given your underwear choice today, pristine, freshly purchased tighty whities with your name written on the waistband by your mum. They either came out looking relieved or they came out whimpering in pain, digging their briefs out of their backsides. Reluctantly you line up at the back of the queue, watching freshmen going into the bathroom before coming out after several minutes. A sign by the door reads, 'Wedgie Sessions inside - tighty whitey inspection for all freshmen boys.' You realise what this means and pale, your friend looking very nervous too, although he wears boxer-briefs so he was less nervous then you were. You both go to the toilets, seeing a line of boys outside the door all looking nervous. No arguments." He stares at the both of you until you both nod and walks off, leaving you both dumbfounded. However, your hopes that the rumours were nothing more then that were dashed as a tall senior stares down at you both, "Freshmen are to report to the boys toilets by the gym right away. However you were confident they were all rumours, made up just to scare the first years when in reality it was perfectly fine! Still you couldn't help but be anxious as you meet up with one of your friends from your old school and high-five, talking about what you'd been up to over the holidays as you walk into the school. You've heard stories all last year about how harsh high school is, especially to briefs wearers such as yourself. It's your first day at high school, and you're extremely excited but also nervous.
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