Next Is Gym!

Actual physical activity! After sitting in place, just listening, and struggling to stay awake the whole time you could use a good bit of exercise. Thus you find that you have to **** yourself not to break into a run as you escape the classroom. When you reach the gymnasium you are surprised to see two people you already know also headed into the building and you shout out to them while waving your hand. "Parisa! Hey roomie! And Harmony! Guess we have gym together too!"

The busty brunette and the bustier blonde both turn in your direction, the former smiling in greeting while the latter gives you a more guarded, though not completely unfriendly, nod. "Actually," Harmony says, "Magical Defense is also taught here, which is where I am going."

"If I remember the schedule right, I think the two of us have that tomorrow," Parisa adds, "Pity I don't get to hang out with both Wonder Girls."

Harmony suddenly gives Parisa a VERY annoyed glare but says nothing to her. She abruptly turns to you and says, "Keep an eye out for that invitation I mentioned, no doubt it will arrive before the end of the week."

The blonde then just as abruptly walks off, only sparing you a half-second glance over her shoulder as she goes. Once she is out of earshot you hear Parisa grumble, "So that's the Ashcroft. She's as friendly as everyone says she is."

"I think she's nicer than she lets on," you reply before telling Parisa about your first encounter with the other woman.

Parisa's mood lightens and she giggles. "Charming the legendary Ice Queen enough to earn an invitation to tea AND a token of her affection on your very first day. You must be quite the Ladies Woman."

You blush and squirm. "Not really. Nobody's ever really been interested in me befo-- wait, what do you mean 'token of her affection'?!"

Your roommate points down to your uniform jacket pocket, where the handkerchief Harmony gave you is sticking out of. You must have forgotten to give it back before class started and then further forgotten after class as well. Now that you really look at it, the piece of cloth is a yellow color with a red phoenix embroidered on it, and further embroidered in the middle of that phoenix are the initials "H.A".

The blush on your cheeks grows as you the consider the implications of having been given something so personally labeled and Parisa chuckles before reaching out to pat you on the shoulder. "C'mon," she says, "I'll show you to the locker rooms and how to get your gym clothes."

The realization you had not brought anything to change into strikes and your mind starts trying to calculate if you would have enough time to run back to the dorm or not to get something after Parisa shows you where you will need to return to. You are so caught up in that thought and also wondering why someone would think they need to show you how to open a locker that it takes you a few seconds to process what you are seeing by the time Parisa leads you into the locker room itself.

And what you are seeing is naked female flesh on display. A LOT of naked female flesh on display.

On one hand, that should not be all THAT surprising, since this IS a locker room and even magic users have to undress to change clothes. But compared to how things were back in high school, there is much lower level in shame here. Compared to back then, where everyone kind of kept to themselves and changed as quickly as possible while awkwardly not looking around, girls of all shapes and sizes are casually hanging around in various states of dress and undress without a care in the world or any sense of there being something wrong with it.

You see a pair of girls in their underwear having a conversation in front of their open lockers and one of them takes off her bra to let her breasts flop free. She starts to reach for a sports bra inside her own locker but stops and turns to fully focus on her animated conversation with what you presume to be her friend. Her breasts jiggle and bounce whenever she makes sweeping gestures as part of the conversation but you seem to be the only one really taking note of that as everyone else keeps going on their way without a second glance. Several girls walk towards the showers with towels on but only slung over their shoulders instead of wrapped around their torsos, and the showers themselves are open affairs with everyone inside talking openly and casually touching or helping each other scrub their backs.

Parisa notices your surprise and taps you on the shoulder. When you jump slightly and look at her, she grins and asks, "You act like you've never seen another girl naked before."

"It's not that," you reply, "It's just this place seems a lot more... open about it than back home."

Parisa shrugs. "It's just nudity. Nothing to be ashamed of. But if it's making you uncomfortable, I'm glad I learned this before I started going to bed in just my panties."

Your eyes widen briefly as that mental image flashes through your brain but you shake your head. "No no, it's fine," you quickly say, "I promise I won't be weird about it. Need a little bit to get past the culture shock is all."

Parisa gives you another grin but her eyes lid slightly in a way that makes the intent of that grin harder to read. "Well, if there's anything I can do to help get you comfortable," she finally says, "let me know."

"I... I will."

With that, your brown-haired roommate leads you to a near-by locker that does has a blank name tag on it, places her palm against the door, and says her name. Her name suddenly appears on the name tag and when she opens it you see there is a folded white shirt, red gym shorts, and a pair of sneakers inside. Touching the locker next to hers and speaking your own name, the same thing is now inside your locker and the two of you begin to change into the clothes that are just the right size for you. "It's some kind of pocket space magic," Parisa explains as she starts to unbutton her uniform top, "When we get back, find the closest unoccupied locker and do that again to get your stuff back in that one."

As you change, you suddenly notice not everyone is being so easy going about their nudity. In the back corner, there are about three or four other girls who are acting in the shy, not-looking-at-anyone way you are used to as they quickly change. You cannot help but notice they are mostly what might not be considered conventionally attractive and you wonder if it is just their own body confidence shaming them or if they have reason to not give others a chance to see and comment upon their figures. In particular you notice a woman with familiar black and purple striped hair that you saw at the orientation ceremony and while she might have a little bit of a belly it is certainly nothing to be ashamed of in your mind. Especially given how her massive tits look like they are about to snap her bra in half at any second.

"Oh," Parisa says once the two of you are changed and you start heading towards the door that leads into the gym itself, "I should warn you, Professor Mourn is a real ogre."

As you head for the area in the gym your class is gathering at, your jaw drops as you see the way-too-large-to-be-a-human, male figure with way too red skin crammed into a way too blue jumpsuit. He also has a bushy black beard, a pair of tusks sticking out of the bottom part of his mouth, a pair of small horns sticking out of his forehead, and small beady black eyes that glare at all of you.

After several seconds of taking that all in, you look over at Parisa and whisper, "I should have realized you meant literally."

Parisa smiles at you but stays silent as the literal ogre begins to speak with a booming voice. "Mornin' ladies. M'name's Professor Mourn. Yer probably wonderin' why yer here in a class like this. Well, lemme tell ya somethin', ladies. Ya can't ignore yer bodies while yer workin' on yer magic, so it's my job ta make sure you noodle-armed flabbies stay in shape. And that means, when yer with me yer ALL gettin'..."

He pauses, his eyes narrowing for dramatic effect as his already deep voice drops another octave as he growls, "Sweaty."

You hear a few audible gulps around you, the loudest coming from the purple and black haired girl.

"So let's get started, ladies. Time to warm up by runnin' some laps!"