"Locker Room"

(Chapter originally by Misayaka on writing.com)

Where else in a high school would one find a plethora of potential uniforms? A locker room, of course.

The gym was as silent as the rest of the school. Elizabeth almost seemed disappointed, and clucked her tongue with a frown as she pulled the door shut.

So much for meeting the locals.

Oh, no doubt they'd be perplexed and possibly intent on casting her intrusive presence out, but it would have been worth it all to see the local students in their natural habitat.

Well, it just meant she wouldn't have any obstacles in her way. She continued her carefree stride, uninterrupted, until stopping just shy of two distinct options.

"How strange..." Elizabeth mused this aloud.

A blue symbol with pants. A pink symbol with a skirt.

Such strange engravings, but Elizabeth knew how humans and their odd traditions were.

It was obvious which one was best suited for her needs. She looked to one side, then continued straight into...