Although he had already made it to eight years old, Ben the mouse still looked like he was in the first grade. His dad, Chip, assured him again and again that he would get a growth spurt by the time school started. Alas, he was stuck at the same height and size he had been since kindergarten, something that his classmates were sure to remind him of when he got on their nerves.


Today was a school day like any other. Classes dragged on, recess was too short, and by the end of the day, Ben felt like he forgot everything he learned. Everything except for a little tidbit he heard at lunch. He had made a habit of sitting at a very specific table in the cafeteria in order to get closer to his crush: Emma the tabby cat. Ben was grossed out by a lot of the other girls (and all their cooties), but Emma was different. He liked the pattern on her fur, how she spoke, how she smelled; he was head over heels! Of course, there was a bit of a…height difference. Emma was in the grade above Ben’s, and she had already started growing. She probably never even noticed Ben walking around the school since he was so small, only a third of her height!


“So, your parents said we can come over today, right?” Emma’s friend, a sheep named Mary, asked her.


“Yeah, but my brother’s soccer practice got cancelled, so he might be bothering us,” Emma answered, sounding irritated after bringing up her sibling.


“That’s okay, we can just close your door,” Emma’s other friend, a doe named Sara, suggested.


“I guess so,” Emma said. “Gosh, boys are the worst! Why don’t my parents just send him to boarding school?”


        Boys are the worst? Ben heard. No, no, no! I’m a boy! There had to be a way to convince Emma that boys aren’t the worst, right? What was he gonna do if the girl he had a crush on hated his entire gender? Think, Ben, Think.


        “Your house is across the street from the soccer field, right?” Sara asked to confirm. 


        “Yeah, it’s the yellow one with the big, blue car out front,” she answered, packing her lunch box with her friends and standing up to leave. “Right after school, don’t forget!”


        Soccer field, yellow house, big blue car, thought the little white mouse. Just what kind of dastardly plan was he forming?


        Ben watched the clock tick its final seconds before school was out for the day. Finally, now was his chance! Much faster than usual, Ben ran to his cubby, grabbed his things, and bolted out the front door of the school. Instead of turning left to walk home, however, Ben made a right. The soccer field was in sight about a half mile down the road. “Well…here we go,” Ben said with a twinge of worry.


        Before long, the little mouse arrived at the field and could see the object of his travels: big blue car, yellow. Yep, this was Emma’s house. She wasn’t home yet, but she and her friends would be getting home soon. He had to hurry.


        The little mouse’s plan was very simple: find Emma’s room from outside the house, crack the window, and listen to gather information. That way, she’ll never find out he was even here, and Ben might finally find out what would make him attractive to Emma. He dashed to the side of the house, making sure that no one inside was looking out the window while he did so. One thing that his short stature was good for was making it hard for other animals to see him.


        “Hmmm,” Ben wondered quietly. He peeked in the first window he saw, noticing immediately that it was the kitchen. “Nope.” He skittered along stealthily to the next window, which he could see a glimpse of pink in. This could be it! There were some rocks under it, so Ben dropped his backpack off his shoulders and hopped up onto them in order to get a better look into the room. Unless Emma had a sister as well as a brother, this was probably her room!


        “Woah,” Ben said, leaning into the glass to get a better look. Everything was kept so tidy! Her bed was made, her desk was organized, and she had a giant pile of stuffed animals sitting right under the window. And…was that her diary sitting on her bed? He could only imagine the kinds of secrets he’d discover if he could get his little rodent paws on it. Currently, however, Ben’s little rodent paws were firmly against the glass of the window. Maybe a little too firmly.


        *Crrreeak…*


        The window suddenly made a squeaking sound (as did the little mouse) and swung like a door open into Emma’s room! Ben tumbled inside, falling directly into the dense pile of multi-colored stuffed animals. Crap, no! Ben thought frantically. He quickly got his bearings and poked his head out from the top of the pile. That was when his big mouse ears picked up the sound of the front door opening.


        “Mom, I’m home with my friends!” It was definitely Emma. Quick, climb out! He thought, praying it would be an easy maneuver. It was not. With all of the stuffed animals under his feet, he couldn’t get into a stable enough position to jump. Their footsteps were getting closer and closer; Ben could feel his heart start to race. His eyes darted in every direction, allowing him to notice he left the window wide open. “Ngh!” he grunted, reaching his paw out and swinging it closed before losing his balance and falling over again into the pile of fluffy animals. 


        “C’mon, he’s gonna be home soon!” Emma urged her friends, leading them into her room and promptly closing the door behind them. “Just try not to make too much noise, or he’s gonna get curious about what we’re doing.”


        “Okay, what should we do first?” Sara asked, looking around the room for something to distract her from her homework.


        “We could play with your stuffed animals!” Mary suggested. She walked over to the pile and grabbed a couple stuffed bears.


        No, no, go do something else! Thought Ben, sure that he would be caught and kicked out within the next ten seconds.


        “Sure! I love to dress them up and play house with them!” Emma said, joining Mary and starting to sift through the pile. Ben’s body went still. Completely still. He felt like he could pee his shorts just from the fear. “What the…are those mouse ears?” Emma asked herself. She didn’t remember owning any mouse plushies. Her mom must’ve gotten her one after she saw her report card! Thanks, mom! “I think this one’s new!”


        Ben suddenly felt two paws grab onto his squishy torso. She thinks I’m a stuffed animal. I have to stay completely still, he very quickly figured out. The mouse pulled his elbows and knees in close, letting his wrists and legs hang loosely. “Woah, it’s warm!” Emma observed, softly squeezing the little mouse. She pulled him out of the pile and was immediately taken aback by the hyperrealism of the doll. “Oh my gosh!” she couldn’t help herself from saying out loud.


        “Woah, look at him!” Mary said, reaching out and grabbing onto Ben’s ears. “Yeah, he is warm, and he blinks, too. Does he have batteries somewhere?”


        “How do you even know it’s a he?” Sara interjected. She stepped over and examined the mouse in question. “His clothes look like a boy’s, but there’s only one real way to find out.”


        Ben’s pupils shrank. As did some other particular parts of his. 
        
        “Y-You mean…we should check his privates?” Mary asked to confirm.


        “None of my other stuffed animals have private parts, so I don’t think this one would be any different,” Emma said. Yes! Ben agreed. No need to check!


        “But not many of your other stuffed animals have pants on! This one might be hiding something,” Sara pried. 


Who is this girl?! Ben thought in frustration. Emma wouldn’t want to mess with the clothes on a doll she just got, right?


“Hmmm…” Emma thought, leaving Ben on the edge of his figurative seat. “Maybe you’re right, Sara.”


NO!


        “You think you and Mary can open up that chest and grab some dress-up clothes?” Emma asked, setting Ben on the ground. To her surprise, the mouse stood straight up on its own. Was it poseable?


        “Yeah, sure,” Sara answered for them. Ben watched in horror as the deer opened the chest and ruffled through all of the frilly outfits inside.


        “I guess we’ll start with the shirt,” Emma decided, grabbing onto the bottom and pulling it up Ben’s torso. His arms naturally flopped up as she pulled the garment over his head and dropped it on the floor next to him.


        “I’ve got the pants,” the curious doe interjected again, reaching for and undoing Ben’s button and zipper. She pulled them down and noticed right away that she was probably correct about what she said earlier. “He’s wearing underpants!”


        This cannot be happening! Ben’s mind raced, stuck remaining completely still where he was in just his tighty whities.


        “Mary, do you wanna do the honors?” Sara asked the shy sheep. Mary felt her face flush under her fur.


        “S-Sure!” She stammered. Ben, with no choice but to stare off straight ahead into space, couldn’t even see what the girls were about to get a look at. How big was he right now? Were they gonna make fun of him? Even if he was a doll?!


        *FWMP!*


        Before he knew it, Mary latched her thumbs into his waistband and swiftly pulled them down to his ankles. All three girls gasped in unison. Sure enough, Sara was right. Between this little mouse doll’s legs was a soft, delicate set of balls and an innocent-looking white nub with a small bit of extra skin on the very tip. The girls stared very intently, taking in every little detail they could. Who knows how long it would be before they get to see another boy’s privates! Even if they weren’t real (as far as they knew), the view was satisfying all kinds of curiosities the girls had been harboring.


        “Hehehe!” Sara giggled, pleased with the accuracy of her intuition. “Look at his thingy, it’s so tiny and cute!”


        “It looks a lot like my brother’s,” Emma noticed, picking Ben back up by his abdomen. Being raised totally nude in the air made Ben feel even more exposed, and to make things worse, his undies dropped from his ankles onto the floor. She lifted his waist to her eye level, making Ben’s cheeks flush red. Being only six inches away from his crotch, Emma could see in intimate detail every wrinkle and fold on his nervous little penis and balls. His sack was still taught against his underside, decorated tastefully with his stubby weiner poking straight out. Not hard, just small.


        Make it stop, make it stop! Ben pleaded to himself. It was so tough to keep still with all of them staring at him like this. And up so close, too! It was only a matter of time before one of them reached out and–


        SQUEAK!


        Ben made the involuntary noise the second he felt Sara’s hoof touch his exposed privates, specifically his little mouse pouch.


        “Woah, he makes a noise if you poke him there!” Sara noticed, giving it another go.


        SQUEAK!


        Ben copied the squeak he just made to the best of his ability. He could feel himself become more nervous as Sara got more curious with her hooves. She massaged his sack and felt the two little balls resting softly inside.


        “They added a lot of detail to this doll,” she said, pulling her hooves back and blushing.
        
        “Hehehe, he’s so cute!” Emma smiled, softly squeezing him and setting him back down on the floor. “Did you and Mary find anything to dress him in? He’d look cute in a little tuxedo! Or we could dress him in a tutu,” she giggled.


        “How about…a little sailor’s outfit?” Mary suggested, holding the shirt up. “I can’t find the pants, but…he might look cute in just this.”


        “Sure!” Emma said, grabbing the shirt and starting to unbutton it.


        “Uhh…Emma? You think…I can put this one on him?” Mary asked timidly.


        “Okay,” Emma said a bit reluctantly. Even though it was her new toy, she recalled what her mother taught her about sharing with her friends.


        “Th-Thanks,” the sheep said, shuffling on her knees over to Ben and admiring the view once again. She grabbed the shirt back from Emma and finished unbuttoning it, wrapping it around the mouse and pulling his arms through the holes. “It’s really weird how warm he is,” Mary said.


        “I think my cousin has one like this! It has a heater in it so it makes it feel like it’s a real baby!” said Sara.


        Baby?! I’m in the third grade!!! Ben silently defended himself.


        “Woah, that’s cool!” Emma said, watching Mary button up the sailor’s shirt. It was a little small for the mouse, but Mary was right; it did look really nice on him.


        “Omg, he looks adorable!” Sara said giddily. She quickly ran over to the chest and retrieved the finishing touch to Ben’s outfit. “Aaand, there!” The doe placed a small captain’s hat lightly on Ben’s head.


        “Hahaha, he looks so funny without any pants on!” Emma laughed. Ben felt his stomach sink as the attention was brought to his naked lower half again. 


        “Do you think any sailors actually dress like this?” Sara wondered. She reached out and this time poked his teeny white button instead of his pouch.


        SQUEAK!


        “It’d be really funny if they did,” said Emma. “Do you wanna pose him for a photo?”


        A what? No, no pictures! He couldn’t let a group of girls from his school get their paws on photos of him without any pants on! What if they showed the girls in his grade? And what if they showed all their friends?! He could only imagine the ridicule he’d be getting at school if everyone he walked by knew what his privates looked like. Not to mention, the outfit was super embarrassing. It put his bait ‘n’ tackle right on display!


        “Sure, where’s your camera?” Sara asked. Nonononono, it was happening!!!


        “Here, I’ll grab it,” Emma said, standing up and going over to her desk to pull the drawer open. She retrieved the Polaroid and quickly checked to make sure it had enough film.


        “Woah, is that gonna print right away?” Mary asked curiously.


        “Yeah, it’s so cool!” Emma said, “My parents gave it to me for Christmas last year.”


        This couldn’t get any worse, right? She wasn’t gonna take out a video camera too, was she?


        “Alright!” Emma said, kneeling in position and aiming the lens at her model. “How should we pose him?”


        “How about doing a salute? Like they do in the navy!” Sara proposed.


        “Yeah, that sounds good!” Emma said. Mary got to work posing Ben’s left arm at his side and his right arm and hand up to his brow. She stabilized his legs, of course taking another opportunity to stare…and stare…and stare… “MARY!”


        “Wha-?!” the curious lamb exclaimed, “s-sorry, I’ll move!”


        Sara and Emma giggled, both at their friend staring for so long and at the half-fancy no-pantsy mouse in front of them.


        “Eep! He looks so handsome!” said Emma.


        Under all of the humiliation and embarrassment, Ben was shocked to feel a sense of…flattery? She did think he looked cute…


        *SNAP*


        The flash went off on the camera, and soon enough, the image began printing. No turning back now. They had the picture.


        “Okay, we just have to wait a couple minutes for the colors to come in,” Emma said, setting it down on her desk. “Let’s do one more pose while we wait!”


        “I’ll set him up this time!” Sara volunteered. The doe knelt in front of Ben and thought for a moment about how to position him. “Hmm….oh! Got it!” She picked the mouse up and turned him around, revealing to the girls a naked part of his body they hadn’t yet seen.


        “HAhahahaha!” Emma burst out laughing, pointing at the funny scene. “Look at his butt!” Mary, shy as she was, couldn’t help but join in with the laughter.


        It was Ben’s second worst nightmare. A group of girls were there looking right at his bare butt! And they were gonna take a picture, too! Why couldn’t the horror just have stopped after they got their front view? He couldn’t even move his tail to cover himself up; they’d get suspicious for sure!


        “Hold on, hehe!” Sara giggled, grabbing Ben’s arms and posing his paws at his hips. “I introduce to you, Captain Bare-Booty!”


        *SNAP*


        “Haha, perfect!” Emma said, pulling the photo out and flapping it quickly before setting it down on the desk next to the other one. “Is there anything else we wanna dress him up in?” she asked her friends as she walked over to Ben’s front and lifted him up.


        “Yeah!” they both shouted. This was going to be a very long evening.


        Two hours of dress-up and photo-shoots ensued, complete with every pose and outfit the girls could think of (Yes, even ones where his privates were covered). He was proud of himself for managing to stay still for so long, but that would be soon to change. Ben usually gets the opportunity to relieve his bladder when he gets home from school, but because he went straight to Emma’s house, he’d been holding in his pee all afternoon. By the time that the girls’ activities were winding down, Ben had to go. Bad.


        “That’s weird,” Emma said. “It looks like he’s pressing his legs together. Did you pose him like this, Mary? It almost looks like he needs to potty…”


        “Hmm…I don’t think so,” Mary answered. The lamb reached her own hoof out and poked his inchworm to investigate, and sure enough, something happened.


        SQUEAK!


        Ben felt himself spurt a small bit of urine into his foreskin upon being poked down there, and out leaked a droplet from his tip, right in front of the girls’ watching eyes. 


        “He’s gonna pee!” Sara said, giggling in a strange mix of shock and delight. “My cousin’s doll does all the potty stuff like this too! She has a little potty it can sit on, but we might have to take him to your bathroom.”


        This left Ben in a bit of a pickle. He didn’t want to risk being stuck dressing up with the girls for another hour and wetting Emma’s carpet. He also didn’t want to have to pee in front of them in the bathroom, but at this point, it seemed like it had to be one or the other.


        “Hurry, he’s leaking!” Mary urged the kitten, who promptly opened up her bedroom and led her friends into the hall with Ben naked in her paws. Just as she was about to enter the bathroom, however, her little brother came shooting like a rocket around the corner.


        “Sorry, gotta pee!” he yelled as he ran in with his paws stuffed in his crotch.


        “Braandooon, we need to go in there!” Emma whined.


        “But I had to go!!” he whined back. He didn’t even close the door behind him on his way in. Emma looked down at Ben’s privates, which looked like he was about ready to leak another drop.


        “We’re coming in!” Emma insisted, throwing the door open and seeing her brother with his shorts around his ankles, standing on his little stool and carefully lifting his shirt in front of the toilet. Emma got a full view of her brother’s bare butt and a glimpse of the stream he was busy producing.


        “Bradley, gross!” Emma complained, her friends soon stepping up behind her and gasping at the scene in front of them.


        “You’re the one who came in!” he whined back to her. “Just gimme a sec!”


        The kitten’s tinkling soon enough reduced to a dribble before he shook off the last couple drops and bent down to pull his pants up.


        “BRADLEY!” Emma shouted, trying to cover the grody view with her paws out in front of her for herself and her friends.


        “Hehe, sorry!” he teased, shaking his naked, furry behind at them.


        “Pull them up, Bradley, and move over!” Emma demanded, obviously very frustrated with him. Not wanting to make her any angrier in front of her friends, Bradley did as he was told.
        
        “Should we sit him down or just hold him above the bowl?” asked Sara, trying to figure out how this sort of thing would work with such a small mouse on an adult-sized toilet.


        “What’s that thing?” Bradley asked. “Is that a real mouse?”


        “No, it looks like a real mouse but it’s just a doll,” Emma explained.


        “Are you sure?” Bradley asked. “Why does he have a weenie then?”


        “He’s a doll that can do things like drinking and peeing, and that’s where he pees from,” Emma assured her brother. “Why are you bothering me about this? Don’t you wanna go back to whatever you were doing?”


        “Not if he’s about to pee, hehe!” Bradley giggled, also a very curious kitten.


        “Maybe sit him on the back part of the toilet and…uh, spread his legs open,” Mary suggested softly.


        “Okay,” Emma said, sitting Ben’s tubby butt where the lamb said and situating each of his little mouse feets to his left and right on the seat. This left Ben as exposed as he’d been all day, and with a new, judgemental set of eyes added for good measure. The only thing that could make this more embarrassing was if he had to…oh, right.


        “So…is he just gonna start–”


        Pssssssss…


        “There he goes!”


        “Woah!”


        Ben couldn’t hold it in much longer, and in his spread eagle position, he felt his floodgates open right up. He felt his foreskin fill and suddenly start leaking a steady stream into the water below.


        “Haha, I can see his butthole!” Bradley pointed out. He reached out and playfully poked the pink spot, reaching carefully around Ben’s stream.


        SQUEEAK!!! Ben squealed extra loud for that one.
        
        “BRADLEY! Don’t touch him there!” Emma scolded her brother and pulled his paw away.


        “What’s wrong?” Bradley was confused. “He’s just a doll!”


        “I know!” Mary assured her brother, “but it’s still gross!”


        The group watched closely for a few seconds as the mouse tinkled into the bowl. “Hey, why does he have skin there?” Bradley interjected again, pointing at Ben’s peeing weenie.


        “Maybe it’s because he’s a mouse,” Mary suggested.


        “Do you think we might have to…pull that part back?” Sara asked, unsure if she was going to weird out her friends with the idea.


        “Uhh…yeah!” Emma wanted to appear like she knew what she was talking about. Ben watched her paws reach out and touch his exposed penis.


        SQUEAK!
        
        “He does that every time you touch him there,” Sara informed Emma’s curious-looking little brother. Emma grabbed carefully onto the skin at the tip and peeled it upwards, revealing his sensitive pink tip and allowing everyone there to see where the pee was coming from. “So this is what it looks like when a boy pees?”


        Bradley felt himself get embarrassed from what was happening. With all these girls watching the only other boy in the room pee with his legs all spread open, it was almost like they were watching him pee. He hadn’t seen a boy with a foreskin before, either. Was something wrong with his weenie?


        “I guess so,” Emma said, still holding her furry fingers on Ben’s tip. She could feel the rush of his stream going through and made sure she wasn’t getting any drops on her arms. “It feels like he’s slowing down.”


        Ben’s revealing display might’ve been ending soon, but he still felt his embarrassment burning strong within him. No one had ever watched him pee like this before. It felt like something only he should be allowed to see, but here were four other kids around his age watching him do it from front row seats. And there was nothing he could do about it! He had to sit still, do his business, and endure the humiliation without visibly reacting. Well, he was blushing, but his cheeks had been burning red from the moment he lost his undies anyway. His stream finally went down to a trickle, then a few light, final drops before Emma shook it lightly clean. Upon releasing it from between her fingers, Ben’s foreskin wrapped back around his tip, still a little wet from the urine.


        “Show’s over,” Sarah quipped, making Emma and Mary giggle out loud. Emma picked Ben back up off of the seat and went back into the hallway with her friends, leaving her brother behind and suddenly running into a new member of her family.


        “Hey Emma, I see you brought your friends ove–” Emma’s mom stopped right in the middle of what she was saying. Was that a…naked mouse? “Is that a toy? Where’d you get that?” she asked.


        This surprised Emma, who thought her mom had definitely bought the doll for her. The only other person who could’ve gotten it was her father, but he didn’t get her stuffed animals very often. “I thought you got it for me! It was in my room! Did dad buy it?”


        “Um…I’m gonna have to ask him,” she replied, still very taken aback by the mouse’s extremely realistic penis and balls (as well as the rest of him). She tried not to stare for too long and figured she would just address it later. “I’ve got some snacks ready for you girls in the kitchen if you wanna drop him off in your room and take a break from playing.”


        “Thanks, mom! Dress up was getting a little old…” she said, turning and leading her friends down the hall with Ben still naked in her paws. She stopped in her room and set the naked rodent down on her big pile of stuffed animals where she found him. “We’ll be back soon, little guy!” she said, pinching his cheeks and turning around to lead her friends into the kitchen. Mary closed Emma’s door behind her, and finally, Ben was alone.


        “Gah!” he exclaimed softly to himself, immediately covering his privates with his pink paws. He knew exactly what he was headed for first. The mouse jumped up from the pile and made a beeline for the pictures on Emma’s desk. He worriedly collected them and held onto the stack tightly. “They saw everything!!!” He had to get out of there, ASAP. The thing was…he was still completely naked. “Where are my clothes?” he panicked, looking around on the floor. It looked…a little cleaner. And some of the dress up clothes were gone. Did Emma’s mom…put his clothes in the laundry?! No way, it couldn’t be! He kept looking and looking, but to no avail. “I can’t stay here any longer. They’re gonna find me out if I do,” Ben whispered.


        He didn’t want to think about doing it, but he had no choice. Still covering with his paws and now the photos as well, Ben silently opened Emma’s door and peeked out into the hall. The coast was clear! Now, all he had to do was find the laundry room without being seen, then escape. Easier said than done. He was, however, picking up something that sounded vaguely like a washing machine with his big mouse ears. Checking one more time to make sure the coast was clear, he made a quick dash in the direction of the noise. He rounded the hall’s corner and saw the bathroom he was brought to just earlier. And right across the hall…he carefully peeked his head through the door.


        “Yes!” he whispered in glee. He found the laundry room! Now all he had to do was find his clothes and jump back out Emma’s window. At least, he would’ve had to, until he saw what must’ve been an act of the mouse gods to help him escape: a backdoor in their laundry room! He could run right outside! Ben’s anxiety was instantly alleviated; he had everything he needed. 


        “Hey, I’m home from work!” Ben suddenly heard a masculine voice from across the house.


        “Hi honey! Welcome back,” he heard as well. “Hey, I wanted to ask you about that doll you bought for Emma…The one with the, uh…”


        Oh no.


        “A doll? I don’t remember buying her anything,” he replied.


        It was time to leave, now. But where were his clothes?! Where were any clothes for that matter? The laundry bin by the machines was empty, and he couldn’t open—the washer! Her mom must’ve put them in the washer, which meant…oh no. They were soaking wet and he couldn’t get them out!


        “Emma, can you bring that doll over here? Your father and I wanna check it out real quick,” Emma’s mother asked.


        “Sure!” she replied cheerfully, hopping from her chair and running down the hall.


        Crap! She’s gonna see I’m not there! She might find me out! Ben desperately wanted to just run out the back door, but he was unfortunately still in just his birthday suit. Where was he gonna find anything to wear? Think, Ben, think! He frantically looked around the room, hoping some kind of idea could pop into his head for him.


        Hold on. Was there anything in the dryer?


        “I can’t find him!” Emma called back.


        “You came out of the bathroom with him, didn’t you? Did you drop him by the laundry room?” Emma’s mom suggested where to look.


        “Crap!” Ben whispered out loud this time. He promptly pulled the door open to the dryer, and…it was empty! “No, no, no! C’mon!” he whined desperately, feeling around until a miracle happened. Well, not a miracle, but it was something! Emma’s footsteps were approaching the laundry room door, so Ben didn’t waste any time grabbing ahold of the mystery garment and slipping out through the back door, closing it softly behind him. “Phew,” he exhaled. He was finally out. And naked. He ran over to where he left his backpack and inspected the garment he grabbed.


        …Are you kidding me? It was a measly pink sock. That’s what was left in the dryer. Ben felt his stomach immediately sink; this and his backpack were going to be the only cover he had while he ran home. What was he even gonna do with it? Wear it on one of his feet? If only he had some underwear to cover his–wait! Ben looked down at his mouse bits and got an idea. He stuffed the stack of embarrassing photos in his backpack, then fumbled with the sock for a few seconds but eventually got it to cover his privates. It was just a little…loose.


        “This is gonna be the worst,” Ben remarked, pulling his backpack over his back. His naked butt was out, too! Maybe if he…there! Ben loosened the straps on his backpack and let it hang down to cover his butt, though this did make it a bit hard for him to balance. Okay, time to go!


        Ben scouted out the side of Emma’s house to make sure none of her family had decided to go out front. When he felt he could, Ben made a mad dash from the back to the front yard, jumping behind a tree. Thank goodness it was dusk and it was a little harder to see. Ben looked down the street and noticed that he could hide behind the low bushes separating the street from the sidewalk. It didn’t look like anyone was currently walking on it, so he made a break for it. Ben sprinted down the sidewalk, garnering glances from the one or two cars who were driving on the street. The little pink sock flopped around as he ran, threatening to fall off at any moment.


        “Hey, who’s that?” Ben heard a voice his age say to his left. The mouse panicked and ran behind a nearby tree. He peeked around to see that a few of the other animals in his class were playing games out in the front of someone’s house.


        “Crap!” Ben whispered, seeing that a couple of them were walking over to investigate. He turned around and jumped out from behind the tree, going back to running away on the sidewalk.


        “I think it’s Ben! And he’s naked!” One of them identified the little rodent.


        “Ben’s naked? Let me see!” Another one demanded. Ben could hear their giggles and laughs as he continued down the sidewalk, finally reaching the school, which was now thankfully empty. Not wanting to be by the road for much longer, Ben made his way behind the school and over to the creek to take his usual shortcut home.


        The light was dwindling and there was no one in sight, save for those other boys playing outside earlier. Ben followed along the creek, making sure his sock was still covering his intimate parts, loose as it was. The creek emptied into a small pond at the end of Ben’s street. When the mouse arrived at it, he could feel more of his anxiety start to fade away.


        “I’m almost there!” he said with a hint of relief in his voice. He ran quickly up the pond’s path to the sidewalk and found himself only four houses down and across the street from his own. This was the home stretch!


        Luckily, the street was lined with parked cars, so he at least had that side of him covered. There were a couple kids in his grade who lived across the street from him, though, so he was very careful to make sure no one was looking out their windows while he was running past. Soon, he was only a couple houses away.


        “Relax, relax, I’m taking it out.” Ben heard a familiar voice to his right, along with the sound of a front door opening. Out stepped an elephant boy dragging a full garbage bag behind him. He didn’t see Ben yet, but the mouse was running out of time. He made the quick decision to jump behind the bush in their front yard, strategically moving around it to avoid his classmate’s line of sight. He set down his backpack and waited on his paws and knees while the elephant completed his chore. Things were going pretty well for him, until…


        “Hehehehe,” Ben could hear a very faint giggling behind him. Could someone see him?! He immediately turned around and met eyes with the elephant’s younger sister, who was looking out her window and right at Ben’s bare white butt! He blushed and covered his rear end with his paws, but things took a turn for the worse. The elephant boy could see his sister out of the corner of his eye pressed up against her bedroom window.


        “Miley, what are you looking at over there?” he asked, starting to move towards the bush. The elephant girl cracked her window open a little more and responded.


        “Mouse butt! Mouse butt!” she giggled and pointed.


        “What?” her brother asked, confused. Ben heard his footsteps getting close and closer. He had to leave, whether they saw him or not!


        “AHH!” Ben shouted uncontrollably, leaving his backpack behind and running out from behind the bush. He didn’t even look in the elephants’ direction before running back down the sidewalk.


        “Ben?” the elephant said. He was pretty sure those were his classmates butt cheeks he saw bouncing away. He wanted to chase after him and see where he was going totally naked like that, but his mom called him back inside to do more chores.


After all the running, Ben was absolutely winded. His heart pounded as he finally reached the house across the street from his. When he got his house in his sights, Ben bolted straight for it, not bothering to check the street before he ran through two parked cars and out into the open.


        *SCREEEECH!*


        Ben stood frozen like a deer, er, mouse, in the headlights. It was too bright for him to see who was sitting in the car, but he hoped it wasn’t anyone he knew, because…


        *flop*


        His sock fell off from his crotch and flopped lightly on the asphalt. With the headlights still shining right on him, whoever was sitting in the car was getting a very clear view of his bright white, naked fur. Suddenly, the car’s engine shut off and the two doors in front opened up. And out came…


        “BEN! Where in the world have you been?!” Ben’s mom ran up and hugged her son. “And why in the world are you naked?!”


        “We’ve been worried sick about you, Ben! All our neighbors are out driving around looking for you!” his dad informed him.


        “They…they are?” Ben felt bad. He wasn’t even considering how worried his parents would be about him not coming home. And all because of some stupid girl who just ended up seeing him completely naked! Thank goodness he was stealthy enough to evade being caught by one of his neighbors like this, even while they were looking for him.


        *Vrrrr!* 


        Ben suddenly heard another car engine approaching behind him. “This must be Mrs. Bearly,” Ben’s mom said. “Don’t worry!” she shouted to the bear exiting her car, “we found him!” She then turned back to Ben. “You still didn’t tell me why you’re naked. What in the world are you thinking, running around the neighborhood like this?!”


        “I, uh…I lost my clothes,” Ben weakly explained, hoping she wouldn’t pry much further.


        “You are grounded, mister,” she said angrily. “And we’ll be having a discussion about this after you go inside and get dressed.”


        “Okay…” Ben said, taking his opportunity to run straight inside.


        “...Why’s he naked?” Mrs. Bearly asked.


        Back inside, Ben could finally breathe again. Yes, he was still naked, but he was at last in his own house, where no one could see him.


        “Gosh, that was too close,” he whispered to himself. “I would’ve died of embarrassment if anyone else in my class saw me like this.” Lucky for him, no one was going to see him like this. The only way that could happen was if they saw any of those photos the girls took. It was a really good thing he had them with him…now……THE BACKPACK!!!


        Ben turned around and bolted back out the front door to the street, not caring that his weenie and balls were flopping free.


        “BEN!” his mother shouted, snatching him up before he got past them. The little mouse squirmed naked in her arms, reaching for the house across the street. “What, were you just over there?!”


        “K-Kinda!” He tried to urge her, but she was having none of it. He couldn’t really explain to her exactly what was in that backpack he needed to secure so badly.


        “You’re getting a bath, Ben,” his mom insisted, bringing him inside under her arm.


        “B-B-But!” He stuttered.


        “No buts, mister!” she said firmly.


        “Well, sweetie, there is one butt here we’ve gotta worry about,” Chip pointed out. He fumbled his paws around on the naked mouse butt in front of him, trying to tickle his son and make him laugh.
        
        “Honey, not now, he’s in trouble.”


        “Right…sorry.”