Growing Feelings

Mrs. Rock fixes her steely gaze on the group of boys, her voice firm and unyielding. "Since we've got some new recruits this year, we've opened up a separate locker room for you boys. Let me make one thing crystal clear: I don't want to see any of you anywhere near the girls' locker room. If I catch even one of you sneaking around, the whole lot of you will feel my wrath. Got it?"

The boys nod solemnly, duly intimidated by her stern warning. "Alright then. Line up, single file. You've got ten minutes to get to the locker room, change into your gym sweats, and be back here. Anyone who's late will be stuck scrubbing this gym floor until it gleams. Move out!"

The boys and girls hastily form their respective lines and head towards their assigned locker rooms. You and the other boys enter the locker room, quickly locating your individual lockers. Inside, you find a plain white T-shirt and a pair of shorts. You change in record time, not wanting to risk being late.

Rushing back out, you spy Robert and another boy named David loitering near the entrance, their eyes glued to the girls' side of the gym. Curious, you follow their gazes and immediately understand the cause of their captivation.

It appears that the girls' gym uniforms are noticeably smaller than their usual sizes, hugging their curves in a way that leaves little to the imagination. The tight shorts and form-fitting tops showcase every contour of their bodies, from the swell of their breasts to the tautness of their thighs.

Some of the girls seem self-conscious, tugging at their hemlines or crossing their arms over their chests. Others, however, seem to revel in the attention, striking provocative poses and tossing their hair as they preen for the appreciative audience of boys.

Mrs. Rock lets the boys' gawking continue unchecked, though you swear you see a hint of a smirk playing at the corners of her mouth. Perhaps she's enjoying the show a bit too much herself.

As the seconds tick by, she suddenly bellows, "It seems you've forgotten about the time limit, boys! You've got 60 seconds to get yourselves into position, or you'll be scrubbing this entire gymnasium floor until it sparkles. Move it!"

The boys scramble to obey, hurrying to join the girls on the gym floor. As you take your place, you scan the crowd for Trish. There she is, standing just behind Casey, looking positively scrumptious in her tight-fitting shirt and shorts.

"Fuck," you mutter under your breath. "She must be touching D."

Your gaze lingers a bit too long, and Trish catches you looking. A deep blush colors her cheeks, and you can't help but chuckle to yourself.

"She's really cute sometimes," you think, shaking your head in amusement.

With the students assembled, Mrs. Rock addresses the group. "Listen up," she commands. "We're going to be choosing partners for today's activities. And in keeping with our headmistress' mission to bridge the gender gap, boys are permitted to pair up with girls—but only if the girls are completely comfortable with it. If I catch even one boy acting out of line, he's getting the boot. Got it?"

The boys nod, some more enthusiastically than others. Robert is the first to break away from the group, striding confidently towards the girls' side with a cocky swagger. The other boys quickly follow suit, eyeing up potential partners.

To some surprise, a few of the girls also start moving in our direction, though most remain firmly planted on their side of the gym. Your gaze flickers to Trish, who appears uncertain, biting her lip nervously as she wavers in place.

Just then, Casey gives Trish a little nudge, urging her forward. Blushing, Trish starts making her way towards you, her steps slow and hesitant.