I Want To Be Pantsed

I’ve actually been pantsed many times, but this is a story about the first time I realized I wanted to be pantsed. I was about 12 at the time. My girlfriend and I were hanging out in my living room watching the film Anger Management. It opens with a scene of a guy about to kiss his crush, but then his bully pulls down his pants and underwear and everyone laughs at his tiny penis - even his crush! I myself have a tiny penis (and back then it was quite literally just a nub), so I felt bad for the guy, but my girlfriend burst out laughing hysterically at this, like it was the funniest thing she’d ever seen. The commotion made my mom curious what we were doing, so she stepped in the room and asked what was going on. My girlfriend explained we were just laughing at the movie and rewinded so my mom could see the scene in full. Well, when the pantsing happened again, my mom too burst out laughing - not quite as much as my girlfriend, but still quite heartily. Hearing them both laugh at this was surreal and I began to feel pretty anxious. My mom noticed this right away. “You look a little nervous, honey,” she said, “I wonder why that is,” and glanced down at my crotch. My girlfriend knew what she meant and eyed me with pity, still laughing quite a bit. Luckily, my mom left soon after that and we watched the rest of the movie without any more embarrassment. Later that night, I replayed that moment in my head and then imagined myself as the guy in the scene. I realized that I actually wanted to be that guy! I wanted to get pantsed! Ever since then, I’ve secretly loved getting pantsed.