A nervous girl asks for her help in the locker room.

(chapter originally by Phantom Pen at writing.com)

"Pssst. Hey, excuse me?"

Mackenzie barely heard the voice at first, it was so quiet and nervous. Turning her head to look for the source, she saw a girl peeking out from the entrance to the women's locker room. Curious, Mackenzie hopped down from her lifeguard's seat and made her way over to the nervous girl.

"Is everything alright?" Mackenzie asked, hoping that it was a simple problem with a quick solution. A big emergency on her first day was the last thing the redhead wanted to deal with.

"Well, I mean I'm not hurt or anything, but I need some help. It's... kind of embarrassing to talk about. Could you come in here so we can have some privacy?" the other girl requested, a blush working its way up her cheeks.

Mackenzie idly wondered what kind of problem the girl must be having to be so embarrassed. Maybe her locker was jammed and she couldn't get to her belongings? Maybe it was that time of the month and she needed some hygiene products. Certainly embarrassing, though how likely was that really?

Stepping into the locker room, Mackenzie could finally see the other girl's whole form. She had been mostly hidden by the wall before, so she couldn't help but glance at the rest of the nervous girl as she came into view. It didn't take long for Mackenzie to learn about the other girl's "problem."