Girl's Locker room

My streak across campus went pretty much as expected. There were plenty of wide-eyed women who gasped at the sight of my naked ass flashing by them. Many of them cheered, whistled, and to my horror, took pictures on their phones. I told myself that this just couldn't get any worse. Nothing was happening that I didn't anticipate until I heard some girls' voices cut across the crowd.

"Oh my God, it's that naked guy again!"

"I am so happy that I got in to this uni!"

"He's kinda hot."

"Hey, doesn't he look familiar to you?"

"Yes! I didn't recognize him at first without his glasses. That's Professor Finn!"

"Holy shit! You're right! Who knew he had such a bod under those suits?"

"I know right? I know him from my math class."

"I saw him in my literature class."

"I saw a lot more of him in my art class."

"So did I!"

"So did we!"

"Hi Professor Finn!"

My entire face was bold red as I ran past these girls. Great, not only have these girls seen me naked, they now know my name. I knew it was a matter of time. Between the art classes and the situation with my mathematics class and my countless streaks across campus, I knew it was a matter of time before other people found out who I was. This was not how I planned to build my reputation. I wondered if there would still be a place here at my beloved Intectus where there wouldn't be a group of people who haven't seen me naked. Little did I know I would get an answer to that question on a later date.

Once I finally reached the gym, I was relieved to see that nobody was practicing there. Then I remembered that my clothes were stored in the girls locker room; I huffed. Padding up to the door, I opened it slightly to peek in. I may have given permission to use this space for my changing area but that still wouldn't change the fact that some unlucky young woman would freak out if they saw some random naked guy walk into the girls locker room and, likewise, I wouldn't want to be seen doing it. Thankfully, no one was in sight. I tiptoed inside keeping my ears open for the sound of showers or rustling clothes; there were none. I picked up my pace a little towards my locker until I heard a voice.

"Well, well, well. What have we here."

Startled, I turned to see who spoke.