app.fessup.*** is down so i have to repost this:
when the new school mascot was revealed, everyone in the school got in the gym to listen to the principal speak about how far we’ve come since the school was founded 75 years ago, where we’re going, all the new STEM programs etc etc, then the new mascot was supposed to run out and t-shirt cannon the students
when i got to the locker room to put it on, the booties were swimming with c**, like a thick layer, like someone had to work to get that much goop in the booties.
i brought it up, and i’m sure the campus security woman’s screaming could be heard down the hallway, in the gym. She apologized profusely and radioed campus security while it dawned on me that the whole day was about to be ruined.
I decided I could live through it–I’ve had wet socks before, and i’ve lived through that, so, y’know
“absolutely not,” she said
in a moment of clarity i put my feet in and said, “it’s done, now are we gonna make it count?”
she stammered and said something like, “you canNot do that, we can’t make you”
“that’s why i did it,” i said
I know she meant that doing such a thing would probably scar me for life and my parents would sue, but due to the wording of the conversation, I managed to skirt the issue and put the rest of the costume on without being physically stopped.
Once the head was on, the embrace was complete. It was warm, soft, fuzzy, like a weighted blanket all around you. I felt safe again. Whole again, just like the night before when I came in the costume. I got rock hard immediately. Then, the principal gave my cue and I was off.
