I woke up feeling like I had the worst hangover of my life. The party last night was fun, but now my head was pounding, and I was sore from crashing onto my bed without bothering to fix the blanket situation.

That’s when I realized I wasn’t under the blanket. I had slept on it, and my legs were out for the world to see. Worse, my underpants were… not hiding much. Morning wood was in full effect, and let’s just say my… size wasn’t exactly easy to ignore.

I froze, praying that nobody else in the room had woken up.

"Uh, morning?"

My heart sank. It was Josh, sitting on his bed scrolling through his phone. He glanced at me, his eyes darting to the obvious tent in my waistband.

"Morning," I mumbled, pulling the blanket out from under me and trying to cover up as quickly as possible.

But I wasn’t fast enough.

Josh grinned. "Dude. Are you serious?"

I groaned, still half-asleep. "Can you just not?"

Before Josh could say more, Matt, the other guy in our room, leaned over the top bunk. He looked half-awake, rubbing his eyes. "What’s going on?" he asked. Then he looked at me, paused, and smirked.

"No way," he said, holding back laughter. "Is that for real, or am I still dreaming?"

"Shut up!" I barked, pulling the blanket tighter around me. My face felt like it was on fire.

Josh finally cracked, laughing so hard he dropped his phone onto his bed. "Man, this is the funniest thing I’ve seen all week. How are you even walking around with that thing?"

"Can we just pretend this didn’t happen?" I begged.

Of course, they didn’t let me off that easily. For the rest of the day, I had to deal with jokes like, "Careful, don’t knock anything over," or "You need special underpants for that thing?"

It has been seriously akward on work ever since. However the rumours have spread and have led to some female attention as well.