Author note
Well I'm glad so many people enjoy this fanfic. Right now it's up to about 120 hits.
My homeroom class was on a field trip to our state museum. I was talking with Sheldon as our class fallowed our tour guide. That day I was still wearing my chest binder, just to make sure I wouldn't become the freakish kid of our school. After an hour of walking around the first floor with no break, the tour guide led us all up to the next floor for lunch. There were two stair cases and one escalator. Sheldon and I decided to use the escalator to avoid putting strain on his damaged from football back. I stepped on after Sheldon was five steps ahead of me. During the ride to the next floor, my shirt brushed by the moving black plastic hoisting me up; which caused it to get caught on a small spike on the escalator. As soon as I noticed the only thing keeping me from the title she-male was being torn of me, I immediately began to fight to keep as much of it as I could. I had pure fear and anxiety as we reached the top floor were all my class mates were eating. Sheldon looked back at me once he was firmly on the second floor. As my ride came to an end, I fell to the ground with the last bits of my shirt being torn off; leaving the world and more importantly my class mates to see me and my hidden self. As I expected the class watched as I rose from the ground, paying large amounts of attention to my bare chest; my bare female chest. My heart was skipping beats, my mind was going blank, and my body ached from the tension being slammed on it. Sheldon reached down to help me off the ground, but he stopped in his place once he saw my condition in the most visible way possible. He had a face that had confusion and disbelief on his face. Everyone's eyes were laid on me, but I escaped them as I ran down the stares and out the door. I ran fast as I could to get home. throught the night i got calls from mochi, sheldon, shoji, and amaya but I ignored all four of them.