Chapter 3
by 
styxmaster
What's next?
The Locker room was not empty
You enter the girl's locker room, being very careful not to let anyone see you go there for fear that you'd be labeled a pervert and permanent loser. When you enter the room you look back, then you look on your right, then in ten different directions like your a paranoid escape mental patient. As you look at the leotard Ms. Slipknot tossed at you, you realize it looks more like a pink tutu, as if your masculinity didn't already hit rock bottom. As you look in the mirror with the tutu on suicide seemed like the only way out. Bang. Suicide will have to wait as you hear the door open and you rush to an unlocked locker to hide in. Crap, there are like ten to fifteen girls entering, your in one of the lower lockers so you can only see them from the waist down. you sit there praying that no one finds you there hiding but then you recognize who these girls are.