he was safe. But there was no way he could strip down and change into his practice gear in front of the guys. They'd see Jenny's frilly thong.

"You did say meeting not an actually practice, right?"

"Yeah," answered Carl. "That's what Coach said."

Harry relaxed. "Okay. Let's go."

Harry and Carl made it to the locker room just as the meeting was beginning. Coach Michaels looked at them as said, "Nice to see you two could make it."

Not a good sign thought Harry. Coach was in a bad mood. He knew better than to make excuses with Coach so he just joined the group.

"As I was saying", continued Coach Michaels, "Your playing has been awful! Last week’s game was an embarrassment! I know we don't usually practice on Tuesdays but I think we need the extra practice so that is why I called you all together--to whip you all into shape."

No, thought Harry, this can't be. We can't be having a practice. Harry's mind began to race. How would he get out of this situation? He spoke up, "Coach. I can't practice today. I didn't even know about this meeting until ten minutes ago."

Coach Michaels looked at Harry with disgust, "And why can't you practice? You are one of the main reasons we are here. You played worse than anyone! If you don't practice you don't play. It's that simple."

"But Coach…"

"That's it. The choice is yours. Now everyone strip down and suit up!" bellowed the Coach.

Harry was left with no choice. He was here on a football scholarship. He couldn't be thrown off the team. He'd just have to try and change without anyone seeing the thong. All the men began to disrobe and were engaged in their own conversations. Coach Michaels stood about 8 feet behind Harry, leaned against the doorframe and crossed his arms. Harry could tell that Coach was not pleased with him. But Harry wished that Coach Michaels would go away. He felt uncomfortable being watched like this. Normally Harry would not have cared. He would have even put on an exhibitionistic show but today was different. Today he was wearing a sheer lacy thong that was see-thru and he didn't want anyone to know. Harry stalled as long as he could. His T-shirt was long so he figured if he took his pants off first maybe the shirt would cover the thong. Still he wished the Coach would turn away.

The entire team had changed and Harry was still fully dressed. The door the Coach was blocking was the door out of the locker room. It was obvious that the Coach was pissed so no one wanted to ask him to move instead one by one each man gathered at the door and waited as they finished dressing until the only man left was Harry. Coach Michaels spoke up, "Well, we're waiting Harry!"

Harry responded, “You guys head out. I'll meet you on the field."

The Coach had had it, "That's it. I don't know what's up with you! You are not acting like yourself. We will all wait here for you Harry! It seems that you have forgotten how to undress. So let me instruct you! Pull your T-shirt up over your head!

"I think I'd rather start with my pants."

"What?" snapped Coach Michaels. "Enough with the games Harry. Pull your shirt off.