Yellow locker.

"You're all stretched and warmed up. Now would be a perfect time to take another shot at walking."

Her face still shadowed by the shame, Jen decided that it would indeed make sense to move her ass away from the wet surface. She hopped off and surprised herself by actually landing on her tiptoes and not falling over due to her back and her arms leaning on the locker behind her.

"Wowie! I really am more aware of my body than half an hour before!"

Her naked body was mostly straight in her position, and she liked it that way. Her newfound courage acted on its own, and she found her breath gone as she witnessed her indecently long, well-trained legs make their first independent en pointe steps. Her instincts and her conscience quickly came to a disagreement over what was happening and what to do with it, and the girl fell forward in a few steps.

Fortunately, Jen managed to cover enough distance and the yellow locker was already under there to save the day.

"Oh, it gets weirder and weirder! I was sure it's impossible, but I was walking!"

"Apparently, these boots are still made for exactly that. The hornier you are, the easier it gets."

Shrugging this absurd claim off, Jen steadied her breathing and slowly reached her hand out to satisfy her curiosity. Three very unusual items were put onto the locker.

First one was a short summer dress. Its color matched the locker's color and had white floral pattern to it, and it was made of thin, airy cotton. The dress barely weighed anything, and Jen knew it was not really going to hide any of her features under itself.

Next, there was a yellow pair of panties. They were entirely made of some hard plastic, and their two halves were connected by metal hinges that could only be seen from inside. Jen assumed it was a chastity belt, as she was guessing that separating the closed device would be as easy as getting her ballet booties off.

Finally, there was a closed yellow-and-black surfing suit. It was heavier than the previous item, because it was soaking wet. Puzzled by this fact, Jen looked inside the locker. It was completely empty, but there was some condensate on the shelf that contained the suit previously.