My experiences being pantsed

[RaccoonBatteryStaple]

But what really embarrassed me was that whenever I went to buy jeans with my mother or even my father, the curtains in the changing room would always be half-open while I was changing. Not having complete privacy created a sense of inferiority in addition to wearing white briefs.

And that's before you stepped out of the changing room and they started tugging at the waistband of the jeans, right?

[Pluto2025]

But what really embarrassed me was that whenever I went to buy jeans with my mother or even my father, the curtains in the changing room would always be half-open while I was changing. Not having complete privacy created a sense of inferiority in addition to wearing white briefs.

And that's before you stepped out of the changing room and they started tugging at the waistband of the jeans, right?

What bothered me the most in this incident was that the curtain in the changing room was made to look like it was being closed. But it was always half-open. They wanted me to feel like I was closed. It was an attitude of "We will watch you no matter what you do". I will come to what you are talking about from here. Since the curtain did not close, it was enough for them to reach out their hands to check that the jeans were suitable for me. If they were too tight, there was a high probability that my underwear would also fall down when jeans were taking them off. It was really embarrassing. My mother especially would not finish shopping without trying them on many times.

[Robert Brooks]

Did you go shopping for underwear and clothes with you're mum or did she just buy them for you ?

Sometimes I went with her, but I think mostly she just got them for me and they'd appear in my room. I remember feeling awkward and a little embarrassed one time wnen we went to Tesco when I was about thirteen/fourteen. She got me a pack pack of briefs in varying shades of blue and some with blue and white stripes. It felt weird walking around the shop and going through the checkout with a pack of what was about to be my pants, especially as the woman on checkout looked quite young, maybe not long out of school herself.

What sort of teasing did you get because you wore pants ?

Similar to you I'd say. It didn't happen all the time, just every now then if I ran out of plain, dark pairs and had to wear ones in brighter colours or stripes that would attract more attention. I'd get the occasional comment of "Nice pants" or "Hey look, Bobby's wearing red pants" or something like that. It wasn't really that bad I suppose, but in the moment I felt really embarrassed, being singled out like that.

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I meant to ask before, can you rtemember what colour pants you had on that time they got pulled down in PE?

[Deanbean]

I meant to ask before, can you rtemember what colour pants you had on that time they got pulled down in PE?

It was same for me my mum would mostly buy me and brother underwear and they would appear in our rooms if I was with her I would get to pick out the multipack pants for myself I think it was Tesco's where I actually got my first pair or boxers shorts they had the original comic book X-Men design I think only £2 or £3 so mum let me have them

I assume the teasing you received happened in the pe changing rooms ?
I know exactly what you mean I wasn't bothered that I had to wear pants just everyone singling me out when I wore them was annoying.
Oh god I remember someone shouting in the changing rooms that It looked like I was wearing a nappy and then basically trying to start a stupid rumor around school that I wore nappies.
Yeah I can imagine in your teens that would be embarrassing red and bright colour pants

Yes I was wearing grey pants

Have you ever been pantsed like I was before ?

[LostBoy90]

Dude I feel for you. You are so right they come down so easy but never go back up as easy. I wore a belt so always had the extra step of undoing that too :/ the books usually slow down the process also.

In each of the 3 cases, who saw you?

Did you have a bunch of people see?

Were they all pretty quick pantsings or was there more of a slow, deliberate build up and aftermath the other two times?

This is what happened the second time I was pantsed. I will admit I'm a little hazy whether this was in 7th or early 8th grade, I just know I was a target of bullying during that window and I know there had been a couple other attempts to pants me that had failed before this one.

To set the scene, I went to a K-8 school that had a K-4 wing and a 5-8 wing. Part of the junior high wing was built in the 1950s with classrooms up a half-flight of stairs and the cafeteria down a flight of stairs. The other half was built in the 1960s at ground level and the main hallway to connect the wings ran through the junction of the old and new JH sections.

The 5-8 grades rotated classes like in high school so the bell had rung and so all the JH kids were in the hallway en route to their lockers along the hallways or else on their way to their next class. I was on my way to the last class of the day, walking up the middle of the stairway. Then, just as I put one foot on the top step, someone behind me grabbed my pants (pretty sure they were green corduroy) and gave a firm downward tug. The fact that I was mid-step made it even easier since I was still moving upward and effectively helped the process along.

In an instant my pants came down to just above my knees. Since I had been moving, I stumbled and went down to my knees, my books flying out in front of me. This of course drew attention from everyone around who stopped and turned to see what happened. I was now on my hands and knees, pants pinned under those knees, revealing a pair of very white Fruit of the Looms with the blue and gold stripes on the waistband. The crowd melted away from me, so everyone coming toward the stairs was presented with an unobstructed view of my bottom.

At this point the roar of laughter began. This would have been a crowd of about 50-75 boys and girls between the ages of 11-14, and with it being a small school, they all knew who I was.

In the seconds afterward, I was disoriented enough that my first response was actually to try and gather my books so I crawled forward a little before my brain kicked back in. Because of my position, I couldn't really recover without standing all the way up so now everyone in front of me in the upper part of the hall could see my thighs and the front of my briefs.

I struggled to bring my pants back up and then realized that although they came right down, I had to pause with my pants at mid-thigh to deliberately unbutton and unzip them to get them back up again which of course I fumbled at given the humiliation of it all. Eventually I got things back in place and retrieved my stuff at which point the crowd went on its way although there was still some giggling and pointing during the next class and then at the end of the day.

As before, feel free to ask any questions you might have.

[LostBoy90]

Wow I k is how underwear come down to it never happened to me for pantsing from another kid but when my uncle spanked me he was quite good at making sure to get my briefs and pants on the same yank before the spanking started.

In each of the 3 cases, who saw you?

Did you have a bunch of people see?

Were they all pretty quick pantsings or was there more of a slow, deliberate build up and aftermath the other two times?

This is what happened the third time I was pantsed. Like the second time, I'm a little hazy whether this was in 7th or early 8th grade but I'm sure it happened after the second incident by a couple of months.

We were at school and getting on the school bus. I'm pretty sure this was for a field trip and not for the everyday ride home. It had to have been early fall or late spring, because I wasn't wearing a coat. I can't remember if I was wearing jeans or another pair of cords. Definitely not shorts though.

Everyone was close together and jostling once we got up the steps and into the aisle. I got to about the fourth row and that's when it happened. Hands near my hips from behind and then the downward tugging sensation.

This time they didn't get my pants down right away and I started to turn and reach for the waist of my pants to try and stop it. But the person behind me would not be denied and pulled harder. At that point I began to lose my balance and tip forward, giving them the leverage they needed. My pants slid about halfway down my butt to show off my FTLs with the blue and gold stripes, and then began to bind -- probably caught at the flare of my hips. This only lasted an instant, before the waist of my pants began pulling my briefs with them!

Once past my hips, the rest happened in an instant. My pants dropped down to my knees, my briefs came down to mid-thigh in the back and I felt the front waistband drop far enough for my penis to pop up over top of it. I toppled to my right into an empty seat face-first with my bare butt in the air facing the aisle.

This is about when the other kids around me realized what was going on. Now, the last time I remember there being a lot of laughing and comments, but this time there was some cheering also. This was the most humiliated I had (and have) ever been in public as the line to board the bus stalled with rubberneckers and of course the boys and girls in the surrounding seats all prairie dogged to see what was going on as well.

From the momentum of my fall, I kind of bounced against the seat and my knees slid off and went to the floor. I struggled to get my penis back into my briefs and then squirmed my way up to a seated position at the window with my naked butt on the seat. It was about that time I felt my penis stiffen. I start crying as I'm lifting my hips off the seat, trying to get my briefs all the way up and then my pants which again have to be unbuttoned and unzipped to put back on while also trying to adjust and conceal what is now a raging erection from my peers around me.

This of course all took place in less than 30 seconds and life went on and of course nobody asked if I was okay or anything, so I spent what had to be the next ten minutes sitting there with a rock-hard penis poking incessantly at my briefs in my a post-crying, near-blubbering mess of embarrassment, humiliation, and confusion with what I recognize now as arousal.

Based on the comments I did and did not get, at least 10 kids saw my bare butt, but I don't think anyone ever noticed my penis.

So, those are my three experiences being pantsed in my formative years. Ask if you're curious about anything and I'll see if I can jog my memories.

[LostBoy90]

90s kid here also. I agree pantsing mostly happened to us brief boys. It was for sure embarrassing

There was another boy in my grade who was near the bottom rung with me on the social ladder -- we were the two chubby boys. He got pantsed once that I saw, around the same time as me, so 7th/8th grade.

From what I recall, they got him in the hallway but nearer the far end of the building so there was less of a potential audience. His jeans came down to his calves when it happened, revealing his white briefs. (To be fair, all us boys wore white briefs then.) I was several steps behind him so I only got to see his butt for a few seconds while he pulled his jeans back up.

His locker was next to mine in 7th grade gym and I although I would have denied it at the time, I tried to sneak peeks at him when I could.

Oh, there are definitely a few guys in middle and high school that I would sneak peeks at when I could get away with it. I'm also glad I grew up in the 90s and early 2000s when pantsing was still mostly considered a prank, crude, mean, but a prank nonetheless. A prank that was on its way out, I believe the 80s was probably when it peaked, but I still got to see my fair share of guys with pants (and sometimes, when I was lucky underwear) around ankles.
When was this that this happened? I know when I was that age, a guy getting pantsed wearing briefs was a rare treat, because he would be embarrassed not just to be pantsed, but to have everyone know that they hadn't switched to boxers yet.

[LostBoy90]

My mom was the same bought what I wore and it was briefs. Asked to change a few times she said there was no need. Briefs were appropriate, cheaper, and made laundry easier.

Until I earned my own money (but only in college), my mother always bought my underwear. As you can imagine, it was always briefs. Never boxers. Only fathers could wear those. But what really embarrassed me was that whenever I went to buy jeans with my mother or even my father, the curtains in the changing room would always be half-open while I was changing. Not having complete privacy created a sense of inferiority in addition to wearing white briefs.

[RaccoonBatteryStaple]

My mom was the same bought what I wore and it was briefs. Asked to change a few times she said there was no need. Briefs were appropriate, cheaper, and made laundry easier.

The general consensus where I grew up was briefs were what boys wore, period. And from what I remember from the boys departments at Sears and K-Mart, the underwear section was something like 90% briefs and maybe 10% boxers.

I'm curious though, what was your mom's argument that briefs made laundry easier? That she could just throw them in with towels and bleach out any stains you might have caused to be there?

[LostBoy90]

So yea I think it’s exactly what u said she could thrown them in with clean and they would come out clean. Mom liked me to look “presentable” I never really asked as it would not have got me anywhere the answer would likely of been I am the parent and I said so.