Paige Swason had been looking forward to renewing her rivalry with fellow young genius Sheldon Cooper. Picking up where she left off at the last college she visited. She has still been sour over how he said she was to blame for her parents divorce. That was a knife to cut a young girls' feelings most deeply. And while Sheldon was a bit of a social retard, he had been smart enough to sadistically cut emotionally deep. He had gleefully known exactly what he was doing. And he deserved that punch in the face. And that follow up where she had used his crush to prank him. She secretly had a crush on him too. He was the only other child genius she could relate to. She still maintained that desire from their 1st meeting to be a friend and companion to a fellow young genius. But his punishment came first. Still if she didn't kiss him, she did enjoy the intimacy of squeezing his soft smooth lips. Even if it was just a prank.

Paige had looked forward to renewing their friendly rivalry. Playfully teasing and flirting with him. Teasing him about being the only boy at a girls school. Asking if he wore regulation schoolgirl panties now. Flirtingly asking him how his love life had been.

But from the moment she arrived on campus looking for Sheldon, she knew things were different and had taken a more serious darker tone. She had been all smiles outside Sheldon's dorm. All made up, and looking more mature and womanly beyond her years. She secretly hoped that Sheldon would pay tribute to her beauty by cracking through his asexual shell. But instead she found his dorm occupied by other female students. She was confused at first.

"Are you studying with Sheldon" she asked politely

The girls just smirked and laughed.

"What are you his little girlfriend? I think he's into more mature women now" they snickered

"Little Sheldon he gets passed around to a different dorm every night. He never gets to sleep in his own bed. Since he wasn't using his room, it be a shame for it to go to waste. Its extra big for the genius and all. So we decided to take it. He's been flunking all his classes from lack of sleep. So its not like he really deserves this king sized genius dorm anymore".

Poor Paige now had to go on a search around campus to find Young Sheldon.

Eventually she was horrified to find Sheldon being walked across the campus lawn like a puppy dog, in nothing but his tighty whities briefs and a dog collar and leash. She couldn't believe the boy who was so feisty and argumentative with her was behaving so meekly. He was so arrogant and haughty and proud of his genius.

"What the hell are you doing to him?" Paige screamed at the giggling gaggle of girls

"Just giving my pet a walk" the redhead with the leash nonchalantly replied

"You're sick" Paige yelled

"What are you here to visit your little boyfriend?" the redhead smirked

"Actually I'm a college student myself, and I was thinking of transferring here".

"My apologies" the redhead mocked "didn't know we had an applicant. Another genius? You see how we treat our geniuses here. We straight girls were really getting starved of male warmth. Even this little pipsqueak would do. But most of the girls who chose a womens' college are lesbians anyway. They'd have a lot of fun giving you the Young Sheldon treatment"

Paige blanched at that. But then felt the anger well up inside her and shoved the redhead down, and then helped Sheldon escape. They ran until they could find some place quiet to just talk.

When they settled down from the chase, Paige had her 1st chance to actually look at Sheldon. She had secretly always wanted to see him in his underwear. But not like this.

His poor pink, hairless feminine young body was covered in welts and bruises. Even with his briefs on, she could see from the bottom of his ass cheeks all the spankings, whippings, paddlings his poor tushy got. His once pale white butt was beyond pink, but a deep shade of red and purple. There wasn't an inch of skin on his body that wasn't regularly slapped and spanked. His nipples were constantly twisted.

Paige gave him a deep hug and tried to comfort him, like he had after his divorce. That had been so kind and empathetic of him. A special moment between them. That is why it had fueled her with rage to punch him, when he turned that special moment into a cheap way to score points hurting her.

Sheldon had transferred to the womens' college when they offered him an extremely generous scholarship. Mee-Maw despite being a strict puritanical christian, also hoped that Sheldon would eventually start to notice girls and give her grandkids. And maybe being surrounded by girls during his budding years, would open his eyes there was more to life than atoms.

The women professors were rather dismissive of all the public abuse poor Sheldon got across campus in front of their eyes. He hadn't exactly made the best 1st impression on them. Thinking he had a male scientific mind. The 12 year old, 7th grader, had the nerve to argue with grown women. With college students and even professors. That women were intellectually inferior. He took science textbooks as his gospel. And willingly lapped up the newest developments of 1990s evolutionary psychology and sociobiology. Anything to stroke his ego about being superior to those around him. It was especially galling for these grown women to be taking this from a 12 year old boy. It just showed that male privilege and arrogance starts young. Rather than feeling any sympathy for his abuse. After that it seemed more like his well earned just deserts. His haughty arrogance at the start, robbed him of all sympathy for his fall.

The womens' college had been founded by Christians in the 1800s and deliberately chosen for its isolated wooded location, so that the young maidens wouldn't be tempted by desire. In the 1990s it just made the not-coeds sex starved and hungry. It was a long drive for those who had boyfriends. So Young Sheldon's arrival, a special exception to the all girls rule because of his age, was a welcome event. Despite his young age, and pipsqueak body, the college girls oogled and drooled over him like boymeat.

It hadn't taken long for Sheldon's haughty arrogance to get him into a physical altercation with one of the more nasty aggressive girls. Once she had physically beat him up, she figured why stop there? And had proceeded to strip him of all his clothes. Once that line had been crossed it was open season on poor Sheldon.

The boy genius was reduced to the entire campuses' boytoy plaything. He basically lost all privilege to wear any clothing besides his underwear. His mom had packed a couple of pairs of boxer shorts with him. And the day he wore boxers instead of briefs. That gave the perfect excuse for his tormentors to make a spectacle out of his undies. And how a little boy like him had no business wearing mens' boxers. And belonged in tighty whities briefs if not diapers or panties. The girls were glad to chauffeur him and go underwear shopping. Picking out the cutest pairs of briefs for him. The girls who wore cotton white panties, loved to rub it in his face, how similar their white panties were to his white briefs. They totally emasculated him. He was at that perfect age, where boys 1st become interested in girls, but have weak feminine bodies even more girly than their girl peers. Young Sheldon's asexual chauvnism made it all the more fun. It wouldn't be fun for their female ego if they were just fulfilling the male fantasy of having a harem. So Sheldon not wanting it, wanting to be taken seriously as a genius intellectual scholar. His strict christian background from his mom. It made it fun. The girls were the winners, he was the loser. He had a feminine prudery trying to preserve his dignity.

The girl athletes would hang him upside down by his feet in the gym and use him as a human punching bag. Sheldon's logical mind couldn't comprehend how his own underpants, something he had put on everyday without thinking twice about, could become an instrument of torture. But the college girls were constantly giving him very hard wedgies, that cleaved his buttocks apart. Being a skinny boy, the stronger girls could even lift him up off the ground by his own briefs. They would also give him frontal wedgies, where the briefs would cleave into his small ballsack. Sometimes before an all night session, the girls would kick and stomp on his little balls before it began, to see how it affected his performance.

The women professors seeing Sheldon's new place as little man on campus, soon joined in on the festivities as a way of keeping him disciplined. At 1st he tried to keep up his arrogant façade in class, despite what was happening after class. He would still argue with his teachers. But seeing that he had lost all his dignity, the women professors were not above giving him a paddling with the ruler in front of everyone. Within a month, Sheldon's clothing wearing privileges' had been lost, and he had to attend class in nothing but his underpants anyway. The girls behind him in class, enjoyed shoving his cotton briefs into his buttcrack, pulling upward like a wedgie, until his white briefs resembled a thong, and his butt cheeks were full visible.

Sheldon broke down crying telling Paige about all this, and she hugged him deeply. It was so unfair there was no sympathy for him because he was a boy, and his abusers were girls. This was like a funny college movie prank. A boy fantasy. A sex comedy. Paige thought about how horrific it would be if the genders were reversed. Being a child genius herself, and occasionally getting uncomfortable stares herself, she shuddered and felt a deep empathy for poor Sheldon.

Despite her intense sympathy, old habits died hard, and she couldn't help but give Sheldon yet another playful slap on his briefs covered buttocks. He looked at her in surprise.

"Sorry, Sheldon" she smirked "I feel soooo bad for you, really I do, and I want to help you get out of this. But you really do look so cute in those tighty whities. And I hate to say it, but those college girls are right. Your underpants really do look exactly like my white cotton briefs.

Sheldon had been isolated and surrounded by abusive enemies for months. And so being back with a friend or frienemy brought back some of the old Sheldon. Despite how ridiculous he looked in his undies, haven't even had a chance to take off his dog collar.

"I fail to see the humor in my unmentionables" he replied logically. "Why do females make it an object of mockery that my underpants resemble their own? It is nothing but cotton shaped in the most efficient way to cover our privates and keep them private. My privates are in fact as much covered by underwear then if I was fully dressed."

"Oh Sheldon" Paige sighed with an eye roll, "no wonder they had so much fun with you. Besides I can see by how much your blushing pink that you are embarrassed to be seen by your crush in just your tighty whities. Your cheeks are getting as red as your spanked butt"

"I have to admit as bad as those college girls were, it is more embarrassing to be seen by you. They are old enough to be my mom, so if they treat me like a little kid, it isn't as bad. Even if intellectually I'm far superior to them. But if we weren't geniuses we'd be in the same 7th grade class together. It is mortifying to have you, a girl I have admitted to having a crush on, a girl my own age, in my own grade, to see me as just a little boy, while you are blossoming into a mature and beautiful woman"

"You were always so arrogant and full of yourself, it drove me crazy. I just had to take the piss out of you. But seeing you like this, so vulnerable, I feel like its the 1st time I'm really talking to you"

"Like when your parents got divorced?"

"Yeah like that, although as bad as that was, I have to admit what you've been through is worse"

"If you look at it logically its no worse than getting beat up by boys at school everyday. Its just bruises. Its not different because they are girls, and... that other stuff"

"No Sheldon 'that other stuff' is a big fucking deal. Its horrible what they are doing to you. There were times I really hated you Sheldon. But I'd never wish this on my worst enemy, or even you"

"If you care about me, then how come you also slapped my butt, and made those comments about my underwear?"

"Because its true Sheldon!" Paige blurted out. "Your undies do look exactly like my own, and that's kinda funny. But also cute. I think its kinda sexy. I mean its horrible all the stuff they've done to you. But its kind of sexy too. You look so cute right now. All those hickies on your neck and nipples. Even seeing that cute little belly button of yours right above the elastic waistline of your briefs."

Paige reached down to give his elastic waistband a little snap

"Ouch! hey"

"Oh Sheldon after all you've been through, you can't complain about a little snap. You look adorable. I hate to admit it, but you look cuter now than you've ever been"

"I don't understand. Is it because my clothing is missing?"

"Well , you are now the most experienced boy my age I know of. You've been with a lot, A LOT, of older women. They seem to enjoy riding you. I guess you're a college boy in more ways than one now. All grown up, not just in your brain"

"Sad to say my body isn't all that grown up, as these college women keep reminding me, and you yourself implied just a minute ago"