"Please, line up and change your clothes while Mr. Turin arrives with the DILFnator." Frank, our counselor said. Back in home, he was with me at 10th grade and he wasn't the most popular guy in school. Sometimes called a weirdo due to his bizarre hobbies like collecting bugs or wearing handkerchiefs. Also, he wasn't tall nor strong, he wasn't weak either but in PE classes everybody noticed his thin pale arms and legs.
"I won't do it, Thompson!" Darius said. He was the oldest one in our group as he was 18 years and in 12th. Unlike Frank, Darius was quite popular since he started to play e-sports for our school and won some trophies. He quickly got sponsors and a lot of fans through social media. The only reason he was here it's because he made a promise to his parents. Physically, he looked healthy and athletic, with long curly black hair, green eyes and a stubble. He needed to look cute for his fans.
"Line up from the youngest to the oldest!" Frank said once again.
"I don't want to do this neither." Henry said. He was the youngest one in our group. 7 years old and very small. He still had some baby fat on his pale body and a very messy blonde hair that seemed like an afro. His lovely blue eyes were almost crying. "I don't wanna be as old as daddy! Daddy's hairy and I don't want to!"
"Stop crying, boy." Mr. Turin said as he came in with the age gun in hands. "You're doing this for science! So, I don't want to hear any other complaint. Do you understand?!"
All the guys got frightened by mr. Turin's authoritative words and stood still like statues, including Darius and Frank.
"That's better. Now line up from youngeat to oldest." Mr. Turin said. "I see that you refuse to wear the underwear we are giving to you. Well, you're going to regret later. Now, let's begin with..."