Boys locker room.

You thoughtlessly push open the door you usually use. The room has the usual smell of musk and mildew that you are used to but it seems less offensive today, maybe even kind of nice. Folding your clothes and putting them in one of the free lockers you walk up to the shower and turn on the water. It sprays loudly, first too cold then too hot filling the room with steam. You finally get the thing set right and step in, washing your long red hair with the water wishing you had more than the dirty bar of soap to clean your soft skin with. The bar rubbing against your calf as you are almost finished with your shower you get a sudden shock!