Drama Club

"You know I'm often cast as the star of our school's productions. However, this semester, I don't have time to go to all the rehearsals, wardrobe fittings, and such. My time will be taken up with my other clubs. So...I thought you'd be interested in the part." Shawna explained.

"What? No. Gimme back my bra!" Trisha said, grabbing at Shawna.

"Uh, uh. You haven't thought this through. It's your only chance of getting any extracurriculars on your application. Are you sure you want to pass that up?"

"You expect me to just...perform in front of the ENTIRE SCHOOL?! I've never even given speeches to anyone besides a classroom. How can I handle hundreds? Plus I've never acted before. What if I suck?" Trisha explained.

"The part is nearly tailored for you. Ms. Holmes, who heads the department, wrote it herself. She wants new students to be interested in Drama Club, so she wrote something a newbie could do."

"Ehh, my answer is still no." Trisha said, closing the curtain.

Shawna didn't plan on what happened next, but it felt like it was the universe saying this has to happen. As Trisha jostled the curtain, her panties that were perched in the corner were nudged in just the right way that they fell, landing at Shawna's feet. She smiled as she picked them up.

"Well I guess you'll have to say goodbye to these as well..." Shawna said.

Trisha liked her head out again, and her jaw dropped as she saw Shawna holding both her bra and panties like it was nothing.

"No, please! Give them back!" Trisha said in a loud whisper, not wanting to attract attention.

"I tried to convince you, but I guess this is the only way you'll see that I'm giving you a very rare opportunity. So, if you want these back, you'll have to come to Drama Club after school to get them." Shawna smirked.

With that, the tall blonde left Trisha alone in the shower. Trisha finished washing herself and knew her next class was starting soon. She dried off as best she could before wrapping the towel around her naked body. She stepped out of the stall, checking to see if anyone else was there. Not seeing or hearing anyone, she bolted to her locker, feeling the breeze up her towel, and brush past her bare slit and plump backside for the first time. She blushed as she made sure her towel kept everything covered as she opened her locker.

She was dismayed as she remembered what she had worn to school that day.