My name is Emily, a 21-year-old office worker in my first year.
As a working adult, I finally made my debut in a game of strip rock-paper-scissors at the second party of the year-end party.
After some drinks,
a team competition of men versus women in strip rock-paper-scissors started unexpectedly.
Each team had three representatives,
and if the representative lost, the entire team had to remove one piece of clothing.
The team that had someone give up first or ran out of clothes to remove would lose and face a penalty game.
As expected, the teams were chosen from the younger members,
so as a newcomer, I was forced to participate.
Besides me, there was Yumi, a senior by one year, and Sarah, a senior by two years.
In the end, I was made the team representative.
Since it was a team competition with a penalty game,
it was a serious match where giving up easily was not an option.
My opponents were three male colleagues (John, Steve, and Kevin),
and the one I had to play against was Kevin, who was the type I disliked (nerdy type).
It became an intense close match,
and when the men were down to just their boxers, I was in my underwear, and my seniors were both
wearing bras on top and skirts on the bottom.
In other words, if we won one more time, the men would have nothing left to remove, and we would win.
At this point, I didn't want to take off my bra,
so I suggested to the men that they give up to end the game quickly.
"If you give up now, the penalty game will be light, but if you continue and I win, the penalty game will be very harsh. Are you sure?" I threatened.
However, the men
said, "Who would give up? The real game starts now. Even if you cry and beg for forgiveness later, we won't let you off."
Instead of giving up, they were full of fighting spirit and determined to win.
We also said, "In that case, we'll make you strip completely naked right now," and resumed the game.
But this was the beginning of a nightmare.
In the next match, I lost spectacularly,
and when I tried to consult my seniors about whether to give up or take off my bra,
they had already taken off their skirts.
At this point, my only option was to take off my bra.
Fueled by alcohol, I removed my bra in front of everyone, but I was extremely nervous.
I covered my chest with one hand and faced the final match.
By this point, it had become a one-on-one showdown.
After two ties, I suffered an unexpected defeat.
The men, in a dramatic turnaround,
said, "Serves you right. Hurry up and strip. You were talking big earlier, but are you ready for your penalty game?" and were overjoyed.
Since my seniors had taken off their bras, I had no choice but to take off my panties and become completely naked.
In contrast, the men quickly put their clothes back on.
Even though I was already mortified being the only one naked, I also had to do the penalty game.
The penalty game was decided by the three men,
and Sarah, the senior by two years, had to do one, Yumi, the senior by one year, had to do two,
and I, being their peer, had to do all three.
I've never regretted my earlier words more than at that moment.
But it was too late. The men announced the penalty games.
John's penalty was "Stay in that state until the end of the second party."
Steve's penalty was "Dance the Para Para in that state."
Kevin's (the nerd) penalty was "Wear gym shorts and a short-sleeved shirt to work for a week. No uniforms allowed."
Sarah chose John's penalty, and Yumi chose both John's and Steve's penalties.
I had no choice and had to do all three.
John and Steve's penalties could be brushed off with the help of alcohol, and it would liven up the party, so they were tolerable.
But Kevin's penalty was perverted, intending to humiliate me in the office.
The men bought disposable cameras and took countless photos of us naked.
Moreover, when I refused Kevin's penalty, they made me and my seniors sign a pledge
stating that they could distribute our naked photos if I didn't comply.
With no choice, I had to wear the gym shorts.
Sarah and Yumi also repeatedly ordered me to work in gym shorts.
As a result, I had to endure a week of humiliating work in gym shorts and a short-sleeved shirt.
From the moment I arrived at work until I left, I was in gym shorts and a short-sleeved shirt.
When asked to make copies or send faxes, everyone's eyes were on my butt.
Even when I had to go outside the office, I was in gym shorts.
The manager's lecherous gaze was the worst.
The male seniors were having a blast, and the female seniors were
laughing, saying, "Cute, you should work in gym shorts all the time!"
"Adult gym shorts are so naughty."
The victorious male colleagues were taking photos and gloating.
As an office worker, I often had to deliver documents or interact with people outside the department.
They didn't know the situation, so they were shocked by my gym shorts, making it even more embarrassing.
It was the most humiliating experience of my 21 years.
I will definitely get my revenge next time.
