I was randomly thinking back on this the other day.
Back in seventh grade, I once had a mishap when I was changing clothes after gym class. I had been the last boy to return to the locker room after running track, and so there was only one set of clothes remaining. I remember I put on what I assumed was my shirt and pants, except the pants were WAY too small for me (I was one of the tallest guys in my grade, and those pants were NOT going to cover all my private areas).
However, I knew that every problem could be solved by a reliable adult, so I simply kept my gym shorts on, and I marched down to the cafeteria and told my coach the story.
Well, it turns out the coach didn’t know what to do. So he sent me to the principal. And the principal, well, he figured the best approach would be a direct one. So he had me accompany him to every single classroom, where we both stood at the front of the room, and he asked the class “has anyone seen [OP’s] pants?”
Needless to say, the other kids lost it, laughing. And I just stood there in my gym shorts, frantically analyzing each boy’s pants to see if they looked oversized.
And of course, just for good measure, the principal had me visit the 8th grade classrooms too (even though they had a different locker room).
But anyway, that’s how I spent much of high school as “the pants guy”.
And no, I never found them.