Head out.

You know it is only a matter of minutes until the girls come back and catch you. Mustering up courage you didn’t even know you could possibly summon up, you exit the room you were hiding in and confront the voices. “This is the women’s locker room, you can’t be in here.” The two guys are not what you were expecting. They are clearly to old to be in high school, sure you are too, but at least dressed like a girl you might pass as a senior. These two guys are hardly athletic, one looks like a video game dork, someone who rarely gets outside, he wears baggy jeans and a t-shirt. The other is a bit more athletic, yet still has an air of nerd about him, he is dressed similarly, just with the addition of a hoodie.

They quickly look you over and clearly don’t suspect that you are anything other than a cute cheerleader. The one in the hoodie says, “Shit, sorry, we’ll leave. Just. I mean, this isn’t like, your stuff, we just need to borrow two cheerleaders uniforms.

You smile, “For a concert?”

The other guy answers, “Ya, how did you know?” Then a look of recognition comes over his face, “Fuck, no way, you are hot.”

“Thanks, um, I guess, fine, but you better be quick, there are a couple of girls in the shower, we are going to get caught.” They nod, spring into action, and you head out the door. You get most of the way to your car when it dawns on you, you left your keys and billfold behind. “Fuck.”