Lisa needs to use the bathroom

“Before we get started let’s use the bathroom” says Lisa.

Everyone murmurs in agreement and we troop to the bathroom. The girls bathroom is empty when we walk in. I decide that in my own stall separate from everyone else nothing can happen. I walk into a stall and loosen my bikini bottoms a bit before letting it drop to the floor.

As I use the restroom I feel a tugging around my feet. I look down to see a hand with scissors snipping away at my bikini bottom. Jerking upright I give a yell of protest.

“Hey! Who is that?!”

Lisa’s giggle answers as I bend down to pick up my bottoms. Before I can reach them, Lisa whisks them out of view.

I storm out of the stall and go to wash my hands beside Lisa.

“Give me back my bottoms!” I hiss.

“No, you look like you need to loosen up, and without your bottoms you should be able to.”

As if to prove her point she throws my bottoms into the trash. I pick them up. They’re unsalvageable. I walk out of the bathroom with Lisa behind me. Everyone is waiting for us.

As we continue walking Lisa stays behind me. I feel her hand on my upper thighs, right below my shirt.