Locker Room

Renee bursted through the women's locker room door straight to the nearest locker to undress herself of her dirty clothes. Stripping off all the clothes she had on her magnificent form and throwing it into the small metal square. She instantly slammed the door shut before turning to the showers desperate to get clean, not even bothering to grab a towel. Entranced in the embrace of the cool water cascading over her entire body, she began to scrub at her boobs vigorously with a bar of soap.

Tracey looked from the corner of the locker room into the showers seeing Renee distracted, decided to take her plan into action earlier than the blonde anticipated. Taking the towel and spare towels from the bin, she walked to Renee's locker. Taking out the tanktop, sports bra, panties, sweatpants and her ankles socks, leaving only a post it note on her shoes. Wrapping them in a towel before banging the locker loudly and running out with the only cover Renee could have.

As the ginger finished watching the suds off her rump and beaver, a loud noise startled her. Instinctively her right hand cupped her crotch, while her left arm hugged her chest.

“H…hello?” She nervously called out, turning off the shower as the entire room echoed the drops of water. The redhead slowly made her way out of the room still covering. She saw no towels around, and worse, the locker she had used was slightly open now.

“No…nononono…please no…” she began to plead to an uncaring deity, making her way to the locker as her bare feet slapped the tiles. Inside were her bright orange sneakers with a note reading “To Red From Tracey.”

“Fuck…” she grumbled as Renee opened the envelope and dreadfully began reading.

“Hey Red!

This time I thought I'd make this time a little easier for you. I've left you options and your clothes! But they're not here obviously.

You can go straight to the flagpole at the entrance which will contain MOST of your clothes. However, you could go to the east gym and find some cover in the bleachers to maybe help make the main halls less embarrassing. I'd hurry though, I hear the boys basketball final is today and it will probably be a packed house.”

Good luck slut,

Tracey”

“Why me…” Renee quietly whimpered as she stood in the women's locker room with a tiny piece of paper in her hands. And of course, nothing else on her modelesque teenaged female form. Renee had only been in the showers for five minutes when she removed her clothes and now she had was her bright orange sneakers. Realizing standing around wasn't going to help, weighed her options.