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Want to see people with their underwear being pulled up high? To see other wedgie websites, Want to read about all types of people and their wedgie experiences? To read about wedgie ideas, and types of wedgies that can be given .. The last section is movies, and videos Wedgie Stories These stories were taken from World Wide Wedgie The Start of the 8th Grade I found your site a while ago, and have been meaning to write this up for several months. It is rather long, but describes the worst week of my life and the following year, one of the funniest weeks.
I remember the first day clearly, and certain things from the rest of the week. Not all of it is wedgies, but there were a lot. Prior to the school year, I had maybe gotten 2 or 3 wedgies total and they really didn't hurt. Just that strange, weird, uncomfortable feeling that you got if you had never had one before. In our area, 8th and 9th were middle school in a separate building from all other grades.
My friends and I were a little scared, because we had heard that the 9th graders got to beat up on the 8th graders all year and the teachers wouldn't stop them. Some of the stories going around was that half the 8th graders ended up in the hospital sometime during the year from being beaten up, they would strip you and make you run naked through the halls or throw you nude into the girls bathroom.
These and most of the stories of course turned out to be false. It was probably just told by the older kids to scare the incoming 8th graders. But it had us worried. As it turned out, some of them were true, which made the first week difficult. It started the first day. I got off the bus and was on my way to my homeroom when I saw a kid I recognized being chased by two older kids.
Another kid near homeroom was getting some major noogies. I hurried into homeroom. After homeroom, I was on my way to 1st period. I saw two kids getting wedgies. I was just about to my 1st period class when I felt someone step on the back of my shoe. Someone had just given me a flat. As I knelt down to untie my shoe to put it back on, in less than a second, my shirt was pulled up, my underwear grabbed, and yanked as high as it would go.
I never found out who gave me that first one. Being young and apparently stupid , I went to the bathroom to unwedgie myself. When I walked in, there was a half dozen other kids in the bathroom. I could see the underwear halfway up the back on a couple of them. One of the three by the door looked at me, said something like Hey, another kid to wedgie, and grabbed me. I said that's no fair, I already got one. He glanced at his friends, smiled and said So you did and let me go.
So I went into a stall and fixed it. When I came out, he asked me if I had gotten wedgies before this, and did I like it. I said yes, a couple, but I didn't like it because this one actually hurt a little. He said It hurt a little. Then it was done wrong. They grabbed me spun me around, and gave me a much more painful wedgie. I was up on my toes as I was passed from the first one to the second one to the third.
They kept giving major tugs while I pleaded to be let go. They finally let me go and one of them said You think you only get one wedgie? You're going to get a bunch. I guess I looked surprised or scared, because then one of the others added sort of ominously, "or more. I said back in to fix it. He said, "You come out of there without a wedgie, and you're going to get another.
I found my class and went to the back of the room and stood by the wall while I picked it out the best I could trying to make sure no one knew what I was doing. Talking to some of the other guys, several had gotten wedgies already also. The breaks before 2nd and 3rd period I hurried through the halls without incident. Before 4th period though, I had to go to my locker to dump the books I had gotten. I was almost to my locker when I was grabbed by the neck, pushed to the wall and given another wedgie.
I went to my locker where I met my friend Bill. Somehow, he had not gotten a wedgie yet which annoyed me a little. He couldn't believe that I had gotten wedgied by 5 different people. I got through 4th and 5th period without a problem and then went to lunch. At our table I think there was 8 or 10 , Bill was the only one to not have gotten a wedgie he was one of the bigger kids in our grade.
A kid named Eric had the dubious honor of having gotten 9. Eric was small, wore glasses, was whinny, was dorky - a natural target - so none of us was that surprised. We saw at least half a dozen more wedgies given during lunch period and I saw 3 more kids being wedgied on the way to 6th. On the way to 7th, I was a little confused where I was going for my next class. It was health, which was by the gym, but you couldn't get to those rooms through the gym and I was on the wrong side. I probably looked lost because a kid came up and said You look lost.
I said I was trying to find whatever the heck room it was. He said that was near where he was going, he could show me. I said great. We walked to class, he said his name was Troy, asked me mine, how was my first day. I told him, and complained about the wedgies. He laughed and said that was not as bad as some others, and last year he had gotten some his first day, and that since I was walking with him, I would probably be safe. We got to the right hallway and he pointed out the room. I said thanks, and see you later.
He said, Whoa, I just showed you where your class is-That isn't a free service. I asked something like, You mean you charge for this? He said, yeah, but not money. He grabbed my shoulders, turned me around, and I got wedgie 6. This one was sharp and hurt, my feet came off the ground for a second or two. He tucked my shirt back into my pants and said I better not let him see me take it out. I went directly into class. I saw one of my friends, went over to him, and complained that this was stupid and I had just gotten another.
We agreed that 9th graders were jerks. Nothing happened on the way to 8th last period, or on the way to the bus. On the way home, it was about the only subject being discussed. Here is where disaster or justice struck for Bill. Bill was laughing at some of the other guys that had gotten wedgies, as he had made it through the day without one. He laughed and boasted about it a little too loud, because some of the 9th graders in the back of the bus heard him. Two of them came up grabbed him and gave him a major wedgie. The one had him lifted completely off the floor. They then pulled his underwear up at both sides.
The second one then grabbed his underwear at the front. The one in back let go, allowing Bill to fall, until the front caught. Bill had just received a major melvin as well I had been told what one was; but had never seen one, nor had I seen someone lifted and held off the ground like that.
The rest of us were dead quiet afraid we'd be next-but also feeling Bill deserved it for laughing at us. After they let him down one of them looked at us and said I think his friends want some more. We didn't say a word. They asked each of us how many wedgies we had gotten.
In our little group, the lowest was 3. They said Bill needed to catch up, so the gave him 2 more hanging wedgies and Melvins. That was then end of the first day. The second day was much quieter, although it got off to a rough start.
One of the 9th graders on the bus said something to Bill about the wedgies he got. Bill called him an ass, which resulted in Bill getting another hanging wedgie. I think it finally occurred to Bill to shut up and stop antagonizing them. I got one wedgie in the morning when I fell for the tennis shoe flat trick again , one going to lunch, and also got noogied a couple times. On my way to 7th period, I saw Troy again. We walked to class and he asked if I got through yesterday OK, I told him his was the last I had gotten, and what had happened on the bus, and that I had only gotten two so far.
We got to class. I said later, he stopped me again. I said I didn't need your help to find the class today. He said we still walked together which kept me safe and which required the normal fee. He gave me another wedgie. I said that I'd rather walk to class by myself from now on. The third day started off quiet.
I didn't get a wedgie until lunch. When I was heading for 7th period, I was happy to not see Troy. I was almost there, passing a bathroom when two guys grabbed me and pulled me into the bathroom. There were about 10 guys in there. I then got a wedgie from 9 of them. After each wedgie, they made me unwedgie myself. After the last one, the 10th guy had me take my belt off. He put it back on me, but backwards so the buckle was in back, and fastened it about two spots too tight. That hurt a little by itself. He then gave me another wedgie, pulling my underwear as high as it could go.
He did the same on both sides, and then in the front giving me a melvin. He then pulled my shirt down and said You go to class now.Melvin wedgie stories
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