Look for Heather in the bathroom

Satisfied with my current prank, I decided to trust my instincts and head on out to the girl's bathroom. With time stopped, nobody seemed to mind as I walked in and out of each forbidden area, moving away from my route every now and then to pull a skirt down over there, unbutton some blouses over there, and manipulate female bodies in the hallways however I pleased.

The first and second girl's bathrooms were a bust. The first bathroom had an Asian girl talking to a redhead while applying some make-up. They had gorgeous bodies and I probably would have had some more fun with them if I wasn't so busy looking for Heather first. I removed the lipstick from the Asian's hand and started rubbing it all over her face, then passed the pilfered cosmetic over to the redhead's hand. I then removed all of the redhead's clothes from the waist down and hung them over the Asian's arm. After fondling each of the girl's titties over their clothes briefly, I returned to my present business and went off my merry way.

The second bathroom contained no one other than Mrs. Holtz, the school's resident art teacher. She was wearing a pants suit and she was dressed in a somewhat bourgeoisie manner. I wasn't inspired by this particular individual for any pranks, but did make note of the clothes she was wearing and her location. Her conservative taste in clothes may come in handy during a future time stop session.

By the time I reached the third bathroom, I had hit a homerun. There she was, that lousy bitch Heather Gold, with two of her friends. From their pose it looked they were gossiping about whatever blah-blah shit girls talk about when they gather around inside a bathroom. All I remember is how much of a jerk she had been to me over the years. I let out a sinister laugh, the way any mischevious teenager would have under such circumstances, as I decide what to do with Heather and her friends.