It was a fine sunny day, St. Paddys Day, in fact.

Yes, I know it’s most commonly called St. Patrick’s Day. However, I capriciously choose the slang version for a reason that will become apparent as I retell my adventure.

As a bottom enthusiast, I tended to walk on campus with my eyes in focus. I’d always said that I supported the women’s movement, and that was why I always followed it from behind! So, naturally, my eyes were on the lovely backside of Lilly, instead of the music stage pavement, as we left the band for our next class. Her round bottom swished from side to side, which caused her green slacks-clad behind with the visible panty line to mesmerize me.

Suddenly, I nearly tripped as Lilly scooted away from me. That was the day I found out there were two eighteen-year-old high school students in town. I squatted down and picked up a brass lantern. In jest, I rubbed its side as I had seen in the Aladdin movie.

Purple smoke came out of the spout, and a leprechaun appeared before my eyes.

He told me I could have one wish; however, it could not be for gold. Where does a teen boy go when he is invisible, you ask?

Why the girls’ locker room and showers, of course!

The green-clad leprechaun with a black stove hat granted my wish and, to my delight, he shrunk me to being a couple of inches tall, and turned me nearly invisible to the naked eye. However, he warned me the effects were temporary, so to be out of harms way before the school tower clock struck on the hour.

I hung out on a shelf by the showers and waited, for what seemed like an eternity, for Lilly to arrive and undress for her shower. She would welcome a shower after getting hot and sweaty as she performed her Batgirl duties during baseball practice on the ball field.

Well, capriciously, as part of my magical experience, I jumped into the back of Lilly’s panties. I wondered if she could feel my tiny feet pressed in the very top of her butt crack. As I rode in the back of her panties, the room steamed up, making her invisible for a moment.

Then, I heard the clock bells chime, and when the steam cleared, I was looking up, having returned to being full-sized, at Lilly’s luscious naked bottom and her pink butthole winking at me. I had fallen out of her panties when she had pulled them down and off to take her shower. The eighteen-year-old spun around, in the buff like me, and I was greeted by her pink vagina, nearly covered in a thatch of chestnut brown hair.

I begged her hopelessly to turn me in to the office. However, her resolve, as a spanked girl herself, did not pity my fate. So, since I was pretty sure nobody would believe me about the leprechaun, I decided to take my just dessert. Besides, Lilly still thought of us as two peas in a pod with similar late-teen spanking experiences.