The Wedgie Cop

The Life I Never Had

A couple of mornings later I wake up in Sean's apartment. I don't know how, I don't know when, it just happened. I lift my head up, and look out the window to see flurries of snow pounding down. Right. Christmas is in two weeks. I slowly get up, and that's when I realize that all I'm wearing is a pair of briefs. As I look around the cluttered room, Sean comes in. Fear rushes through me, and I instinctively back up to the far wall. After all, the first time we met he'd smashed up my confidence pretty harshly. Upon seeing my expression, he laughs to himself. "C'mon, I need to talk you through what we're doing for the next week." He opens the bag he's carrying, and pulls out several items I was not expecting.

"I'm doing the WSN a favor. They want to monitor and recruit potential Wedgie Doms and Slaves from a local high school, Fairshew high. Actually, I graduated from there, so I still know a lot about the social heiarchy. The only problem is, they want to see the Doms in action, and that's where you come in. We're gonna dress you up as bait, send you in, and observe their reactions and technique." He says, laying out a collared spring-green polo, a pair of jeans, vans, and a bottle of hair gel. "Jaxon came up with this," he says, pulling out the last item, a slightly larger pair of white briefs. "It measures how much strength your bullies will be using by measuring the tension of the fabric. Since you're 16, you'll be enrolled as a sophomore, and I'll be posing as a returning alumni for the week."

I have a million questions, but the smallest part of me is somehow enticed. I'm gonna be a spy! Granted, it'll be like I'm bait, and I can't even imagine how much pain I'll endure the next week, but still. The only thing I can think of at the moment is, "When do we start?"

"In 20 minutes."

We set off a brisk walk, along the sidewalk that leads up to Fairshew. I had changed into the "Bait Outfit." I don't look that different, giving only the smallest nerd vibes. No glasses, no pocket protectors. Just the green polo, conforming jeans with a belt, and the slightly overlarge pair of rigged briefs that only stick out a little, but chafe with every step. I also used the hair gel to plaster my hair in a slightly dorky curve, but even that looks ok. It's all very subtle. Sean outfitted me with ear mic so he can talk to me throughout the day. My backpack, which contains textbooks, binders, and 8 extra pairs of briefs (Sean ominously said 'I'd need them'). Is it wrong that I'm excited?

"Ok" Sean says, as we enter the school building. "We'll meet up at lunchtime in the second floor bathroom, got it?" I nod. "Don't be conspicuous, but if someone tries to wedgie you, put up a fake fight and let them. The faster we establish your reputation the better." I nod again. "Oh, last thing. To complete the effect you're signed up for the 3 electives that are filled with the most known bullies. Have a great first day!" Sean turns a corner, leaving me to fend for myself.

My first two classes English and History go by fine, without incident. However, my heart rate quickens as I walk to my next period after that, gym. As I absently walk to the busy locker room and open my locker, I realize that Sean never gave me any clothes to change into for gym. Dreading the worst, I open the locker. I knew it.

A black under armour exercise shirt, and matching shorts with a thin pink stripe down the sides. I sigh, and pull it on, hoping no one will notice. But of course, someone notices. It begins as we're sorted into teams for dodgeball. A typical gym activity. I was actually feeling confident because I was one of the first ones picked for the team. Confident and cocky. As we start, and the number of players on each side start dwindling down, our team is left with me and another jock-like player, and 3 jocks on the other team. My teammate, Jake, I think he's called, catches one ball, and gets another player out, so it's just me, him, and our opponent. The guy on the other team whips a wicked fast ball that smashes Jake in the shoulders, slamming him into the opposite wall. Great, now it's down to just me and him. He winds up again for another killer throw, and as he lets go, it jettisons through space towards me. I raise my hands without thinking, and it pushes me back. But I catch it. I actually laugh out loud with relief, until I realize that the guy I just got out thinks I'm laughing at him. He leaves the gym smoldering, and doesn't come back.