A in Humiliation

I was exhausted. It was leg day and the gym had never seemed so unpleasant. I was in the locker room now wrestling myself out of my sweaty clothes. I had been wearing a shirt bearing the logo of our college and a pair of bicycle shorts which clung to my rather (oversized) ass. It was laundry day so I was wearing a real bra instead of a sports bra, my DD’s threatening to spill over the tops of the cups. My underwear was from several years ago. Pink and girly, it could pass for a five year olds. Suddenly I heard a scream.

“Get out! This is the girl’s room!”

“Shut up, bitch” It was a distinctly male voice followed by a series of laughs. There were men in the girl’s locker room. And I was only half dressed.