The voices echoed down the halls, but he never paid them much attention. He felt their intention between the pointing, staring and laughing so he didn’t need to focus on the specifics. He kept his head down, hands anchored to the straps of his backpack. He hoped just to make it out the doors for a moment of peace.

He wasn’t so lucky.

“Where do you think you’re going?” A hand pulled him back sharply towards the lockers. He staggered trying to keep his balance. His gaze remained towards the floor.

“You’re never gonna lose weight if you keep skipping gym fat boy.” They poked and prodded at his body. He began to struggle weakly.

“They say you skip because you can’t find a bra in your size. Why don’t you give us a look under your shirt and we can size you up better.” All too quickly his shirt was being handled and pulled towards his head. He fought the best he could to keep it down.

“Please just let me go…” He pleaded weakly. His voice trying not to break.

“You’re so weak even your voice shakes.” They laughed as more boys laid hands on him for restraint.

“Don’t do this! Please…” A crack in his voice broke as his shirt was lifted over his head. The boys were shocked at what they found underneath. He continued to struggle to no avail.

“Oh ho ho looks like you’ve already got a bra on…or is this…you’re not even a boy are you?” His binder exposed to the hallway of boys. An unwelcome hand made it’s way across his chest feeling the uneven dips of what he tried so hard to hide.

“Please…just stop…” His voice a low whimper.

“I bet you don’t even have the balls to stand here with us.” A hand dropped from the shirt to the boy’s pants. His pants were caressed by an uninvited hand. His crotch was grabbed despite his pleading. To their a surprise a handful added confusion to the hall. A light shocked gasp escaped his lungs.

“What the fuck, guess sissy boy does just have to hide his tits.” He released the boy quickly and wiped his hand on one of his friends. The boy dropped to his knees pulling his shirt down and drying his tears.

“Try showing up for gym and we’ll make sure you can run those tits off fatty.” A moment of laughter filled the hall and then quickly faded away.

He was alone once more.

He dried his tears and adjusted his pants. If they had gone any further his safety surely would have been jeopardized more than it already was. They didn’t need to know the truth. They wouldn’t understand anyway. With a few deep breaths to calm his racing heart, he steadied himself and finally headed for the freedom he hoped for.