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It had been a month since Michelle orchestrated a clever prank on Timmy at school. One sleepy afternoon, during a particularly dull class, Timmy had nodded off at his desk. A group of mischievous girls, eager for some entertainment, decided to take advantage of his slumber. They sprinkled a special powder on Timmy, designed to make him lose control of his bowels. Timmy had already downed a significant amount of water before his impromptu nap, and when he woke up, the inevitable had happened. The moment he sat up, he crushed something under him—a lumpy mess in his pants. The room erupted into laughter, and the girls began to taunt him. "Do you need a diaper, Timmy?" "Did the baby poop his pants?" "Gross, Timmy! You stink!" "Having an accident at your age? Shame!" "Hope you enjoy sitting in your own mess, Timmy!" Mortified, Timmy bolted out of the classroom towards the infirmary. But his humiliation had only begun. In his frantic rush down the hallway, he collided with a beautiful girl, tearing off her dress and panties. She was left utterly exposed as Timmy, trying to steady himself, inadvertently slapped her butt. The girl, covering herself as best as she could, grabbed her torn dress and fled, equally humiliated. Timmy's own embarrassment deepened as he realized he had wet himself during the fall. The laughter from the corridor's students echoed around him, a symphony of his utmost shame. Managing to scramble to his feet, he sprinted to the infirmary. When he burst into the nurse's office, the nurse took in his disheveled and soiled appearance with barely concealed amusement. "What happened, honey?" she gently inquired. Timmy stuttered as he tried to explain, "I-I f-fell asleep a-and... and s-someone m-made me p-poop a-and... a-and..." "Take a deep breath, Timmy," the nurse said, trying to keep a straight face. "I... p-pooped in m-my s-sleep and e-everyone l-laughed," Timmy managed to get out. Sighing, the nurse helped Timmy out of his soiled clothing and cleaned him up. "I'll get you some clothes," she said, vanishing momentarily. When she returned, the sight of what she held made Timmy's heart sink. She had a super feminine and tight outfit—a pair of delicate, pastel-pink panties adorned with a small bow at the front, snug white leggings, a frilly, light-yellow blouse, knee-high polka-dot socks, and dainty shoes. "N-no way," Timmy protested, his face turning red. "Honey, I looked through everything, and this or a girl's swimsuit are your only options. I brought what I thought would be less embarrassing," the nurse stated matter-of-factly. Resigned, Timmy reluctantly donned the girly attire piece by piece. Every garment felt like a fresh wave of humiliation washing over him. When he was fully dressed, a small unwanted reaction stirred, exacerbating his awkwardness. He sat down quickly, covering himself until it subsided, then dashed out of the infirmary. Unfortunately, his new outfit did not go unnoticed. A group of girls intercepted him, their eyes widening with glee. "Hey look, it's Timmy in drag!" "Where's the fashion show, Timmy?" "Are those your sister's clothes?" "Wow, you even have girl's panties!" "Looking good, princess!" "Michelle really knows how to pick out an outfit, doesn't she?" Timmy's face was hot with shame, turned the deepest shade of red. He tried to flee, but one of the girls yanked down his leggings and gave him a humiliating wedgie, exposing his girly panties to more giggles. "Does the baby need a change again?" "Look at those undies—so adorable!" "Bet they fit you better than your regular ones!" Timmy could only adjust his panties, his face burning like fire. He quickly pulled up his leggings and ran off, trying to escape the relentless teasing. As he finally managed to find a secluded corner, hidden from prying eyes, Timmy reflected on the day’s bitter lesson. Pranks and jokes could spiral out of control, leading to unexpected and deeply embarrassing consequences. The day's events had taught him a painful but valuable lesson about empathy and the unforeseen impacts of actions. He vowed silently to be kinder, remembering in his heart the intense shame he had felt, hoping others would learn the same lesson without enduring what he had.