Yes, it's probably for the best

You decide it's probably a good idea. You need to get the proverbial lay of the land.

"Yeah, I already speak English." You joke. "Do you wanna come?"

"Nah" Says the redhead, "I have a math quiz. I'll see you at lunch though!"

"Sounds good!"

You start with the first floor. You notice a library, a few miscellaneous classes, a gymnasium. At this point, you realize most students are in class. It dawns on you that wandering around the halls is quite conspicuous. You decide to seek some brief refuge in the girls locker room.

You inspect the empty locker room. There's a large ring of lockers, toilets to the side, and in the back, a large full-length mirror. The sight of your new reflection startles you. It's hard to internalize such enormous change. You place your hands over your teeshirt-covered breasts and rub your nipples.

Seeing as you haven't had a chance to truly inspect your new body, you remove your shirt and shorts. You knew this body was attractive but you finally have the opportunity to appreciate just how attractive. You slide your hands along your slender waist and to your shaved pussy. You slide two fingers over your wet labia. The sensation is foreign, and without question, very pleasurable, but you feel your body long for a deeper thrust. You slowly slide a few fingers into your pussy with little resistance. A loud involuntary moan slips out of you. The thought of stopping doesn't even enter your mind - each audible slosh from your pussy takes further and further from the locker room, regardless of how public the space.

Suddenly you hear a knock at the locker room door.