January 5, 2020 at 12:27 am #51088
I want to remember what happened to me when my home room teacher took our class to a program at a museum, which was attended by many classes throughout the city—a very large metropolitan city. The auditorium was full with students, all about the same age (if I recall correctly). The moderator spoke for a short while, and then, he asked for volunteers to come on stage to hold some artifacts. Hands went up all over the place. About seven anxious students were selected to go on stage, but then the moderator wanted to select the last person, and whom do you suppose he pointed to: me and my red sweater. My teacher said and kept saying to me, he’s pointing to you. I vehemently kept shaking my head and protesting that he was not pointing to me. My teacher insisted I go up. Unbeknownst to anyone but my mama and me, my mother could not find any panties for me to wear to school that day, so, she put a pair of her panties on me. All day, I was pulling them up every chance I got when no one could see me pulling them up. So, when my teacher, who was seated about three seats from me, stretched out his hand to beckon me, I stood up, even though my parties were a little below my hips at that time. To keep them from edging down more, I clenched my thighs and moved ONLY the part of my legs from the knees down, and I worried the whole time, ‘how I was going to get up the steps to the stage.’ I knew my classmates and my teacher was wondering what was the matter with me because of the way I was walking. I just assumed the other students from the other schools thought I was disabled because I refused to let my legs part. It was pain-staking getting up the stairs, which caused me to part my legs at times as my body swayed to the left when I tried to get my right foot on a step and vice-versa with the left foot (which I had to repeat because there were multiple steps). If you could have seen me, you probably would have laughed even if you thought I was disabled because of how I was swaying my body (smile). The whole time I was on the stage, I fretted as to how I was going to get back to my seat WITH MY PANTIES ON. After the demonstration, I stepped aside to let the other students leave the stage because I knew I would be walking very slowly, disabled-style. I did make my way back to my seat, but guess what? My panties were hanging on my thighs by that time. Again, I fretted and I fretted as to how I was going to get them up when it was time to stand up to leave, especially since there were students next to me on both sides and, of course in front and in back of me. I had no recourse when I stood but to just raise my skirt as I reached for my panties and pulled them up, making sure not to look to see if anyone saw me because I could pretend, hope, wish, or delude myself into thinking that no one saw me. Although that event was very painful for me, it was funny when I later told someone. WHEW!!!
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