Magatama_Slave
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Mar 8, 2018
"Can I help you?" a guy asked Rebecca. He was short with long brown hair and a goatee. He had on an M.S.U. t-shirt and ripped jeans.
"Uh, no, I'm just meeting someone to go over notes before class starts. History class. World history." She was making up details to sound convincing, even thought the guy had no clue I was up to something unusual.
"Well good luck with that. I love world history. The Baroque period was fascinating, don't you think?"
"Uh, yeah, Baroque. See you later." She wanted him to leave, and luckily he did. Rebecca honestly had no clue about history, or what a Baroque was.
Two guys walked down the hall towards the bathroom. She could see that they both had towels in their hands and were wearing bathroom slippers. This meant that they were going to the shower.
"Oh god, I can't go in there, they'll think I'm such a freak!" she thought to herself. Then Rebecca looked at her watch. 7:28. Showtime. Rebecca had been dared to go into the men's bathroom, and take a full shower. She needed a photo or two to prove it too. Crystal wasn't going to ease up on her until she saw this done.
Bexi paced the hallway for five more minutes. She couldn't stall anymore. Stalling was just making her more nervous. She had butterflies in her stomach. The longer she waited, the scarier the idea felt, until Bexi just boldly opened the door of the bathroom.
When she opened the door, the noise sounded very loud, but she found that the changing room was empty. There was one guy at a urinal, but he hadn't seen her yet. There were wood benches along the floor. There were towels and men's clothes on at least two of the benches, so it was instantly apparent that the showers were occupied. Rebecca put her big clean fluffy red towel on a vacant bench. It looked very out of place, as the other towels were small threadbare plain white towels that looked like they had seen a lot of use since they were last washed. She had dressed very plainly, as there wasn't much point in planning on putting on a strip show that morning.
Rebecca removed her gray sweatshirt and neatly folded it and put it on the bench. She started to sweat and get really shy now. I was about to expose some very female flesh in the men's shower room. She looked around, feeling emboldened temporarily because no one was watching yet. Just as she unhooked the strap on the back of my bra and let the bra fall to the floor, the guy who was using the urinal when she had first walked in turned around to wash his hands. He had a very stunned look on his face when he saw her standing there in just her plain white panties.
"Uh, no, I'm just meeting someone to go over notes before class starts. History class. World history." She was making up details to sound convincing, even thought the guy had no clue I was up to something unusual.
"Well good luck with that. I love world history. The Baroque period was fascinating, don't you think?"
"Uh, yeah, Baroque. See you later." She wanted him to leave, and luckily he did. Rebecca honestly had no clue about history, or what a Baroque was.
Two guys walked down the hall towards the bathroom. She could see that they both had towels in their hands and were wearing bathroom slippers. This meant that they were going to the shower.
"Oh god, I can't go in there, they'll think I'm such a freak!" she thought to herself. Then Rebecca looked at her watch. 7:28. Showtime. Rebecca had been dared to go into the men's bathroom, and take a full shower. She needed a photo or two to prove it too. Crystal wasn't going to ease up on her until she saw this done.
Bexi paced the hallway for five more minutes. She couldn't stall anymore. Stalling was just making her more nervous. She had butterflies in her stomach. The longer she waited, the scarier the idea felt, until Bexi just boldly opened the door of the bathroom.
When she opened the door, the noise sounded very loud, but she found that the changing room was empty. There was one guy at a urinal, but he hadn't seen her yet. There were wood benches along the floor. There were towels and men's clothes on at least two of the benches, so it was instantly apparent that the showers were occupied. Rebecca put her big clean fluffy red towel on a vacant bench. It looked very out of place, as the other towels were small threadbare plain white towels that looked like they had seen a lot of use since they were last washed. She had dressed very plainly, as there wasn't much point in planning on putting on a strip show that morning.
Rebecca removed her gray sweatshirt and neatly folded it and put it on the bench. She started to sweat and get really shy now. I was about to expose some very female flesh in the men's shower room. She looked around, feeling emboldened temporarily because no one was watching yet. Just as she unhooked the strap on the back of my bra and let the bra fall to the floor, the guy who was using the urinal when she had first walked in turned around to wash his hands. He had a very stunned look on his face when he saw her standing there in just her plain white panties.