"What the fuck?" she asked nobody, pulling her gym outfit out of the bag and digging around inside frantically. She turned the bag over, dumping its few contents onto the floor. There were socks, and a few tampons, and some sort of light blue plastic device, an egg shape attached by a thin cable to a remote. "Where are my regular clothes? I think somebody took my regular clothing!"
"You sure you put it in there?" I asked, unhelpfully.
"Yes! I'm trying to remember if I saw them in the bag when I got undressed to shower, I don't think I looked." She sighed in exasperation. "It's a prank. Somebody wants me to wear my workout outfit to class, I guess."
Trying not to show how annoyed she was, Kay slipped back on her boyshorts and mesh tank top. She was still soaked, and the sparse material of her outfit did little to absorb any excess moisture. "Guess I've got **** but to give them what they want."
"Hey, at least you get to wear something that technically qualifies as clothes," I retorted. She shot me a dirty look, but then rethought it and gave me a friendly, apologetic smile.
"Alright come on, the bell rings in two minutes." She took me by the dick again and we exited the locker room into the hall.
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