The girls' locker room

You decide to scope out the girls' locker room. After all, you don't know what every girl looks like under her clothes, you may as well go to where you can learn.

With a mental wish, you make sure no one will question your presence in what was once a forbidden place. In the locker room are the girls getting ready for first period gym, and luckily you got there in time that they were still changing. A sea of women in their underwear are before you. Women of all shapes and sizes. You can't help but grin predatorily at your little smorgousboard.

You peruse the aisles, deciding who or what you want to do next. You see the school bitch, Miranda, who thought cheerleading was beneath her and her black, wavy hair that set off her emerald flaked eyes. She was gossiping about someone or another with a group of inconsequential hangers on.

You see the quiet girl that sits in the back of whatever class she's in. You don't know much about her and even struggle to remember her name. "Hannah," you come up with. You always thought she was cute, when you actually noticed her, with her mousey brown hair and short stature. She's sitting on the bench in front of her locker all alone in her cute white lacy bra and panties.

You also notice that the PE teacher, Mrs. Martinez, is standing there in her track suit, waiting for the girls. She's a young teacher, just recently married. She's strict and tight laced, conservative in her dress. Rumors have it that under all that is something very worth seeing.