She sticks with the deal

It was tempting to finally be covered up, but Anna found that she just couldn't do it. Although Claire had been the one to dare Anna in the first place, it was Anna's decision to attend class in the buff and it was Anna's inappropriate behaviour which scared Claire out of the bathroom. If she hadn't done that neither girl would find themselves in this bizarre predicament. That all felt like it had happened a lifetime ago now, but Anna couldn't leave Claire to her fate like that.

Taking the tiny towel in her hand Anna wiped her face before reaching behind her head and folding the length of her hair within the towel. She pulled the towel backwards while gently squeezing the hair in the middle of it, causing it to tug at her scalp ever so slightly. She did this two more times to try and dry her hair as much as possible. Once she was done the towel was very damp. She tried to whip it dry, causing her breasts and buttocks to shake with the motion. She felt a few flickers of water strike her body so reasoned that it was doing something, at least. Then she started work on the upper body, first trying the shoulders and arms, the armpits, and then rubbing down her breasts and stomach. Then she spun the towel behind her and rubbed her back dry.

By now the towel was soaked through. She rubbed at her crotch and her legs but felt that she was just spreading the water rather than actually drying it. With a sigh she tossed it aside - she'd have to air dry, she reasoned - and picked up her bra. She slid it up her arms and wrestled it into place against her slightly damp skin before reaching behind and locking the clasp. For the first time in hours her private parts were covered. Well, some of them at least. Still naked from the stomach down, Anna picked up Claire's black bra, the phone grasped within it, and with her other hand the thoroughly drenched shirt that would be the rest of her outfit. The changing room had three areas. The main changing room contained rows of lockers and benches, and was where Anna stood now. To the north was the entrance to the school hallways, and to the south was the entrance to the swimming pool. To the west was the second area, the showers, where the sound of running water and Natasha's humming could be heard. To the east were the toilets which Anna remembered contained hairdryers and hand dryers. She headed towards them holding the shirt at arm's length lest it undo her pitiful attempts at towel-drying.

Anna did not examine the bathroom very thoroughly - an act she would soon regret - but instead placed Claire's bra on the sink counter. Then she wrung out the shirt as much as she could, causing a trickle to fall on her feet. Once she judged she could do no more, she quickly identified that there were no hairdryers so placed the shirt under the hand dryer instead, starting with one of the sleeves. The sound of the roaring machine filled her ears and she began to focus on not burning her hands as she eased the shirt through one bit at a time, slowly and methodically drying it out. As a result she didn't hear the phone buzz at first. The second time it buzzed she caught Claire's bra lighting up out of the corner of her eye and stopped what she was doing. The changing rooms were silent. Evidently Natasha had finished her shower. With a sigh, Anna held the half-dry, half-sopping t-shirt in one hand and used her other to grab and flick open the phone.

The message read: "U need 2 swim more babes. if u did u would know that the girls showers and toilets were on the other side. while I was sneaking to the girls changing rooms I stopped to see how the boys soccer team were doing. They will be with u shortly. Nat x."

Anna felt her blood run cold. "Shit." she muttered. Now that it had been brought to her attention, the bathroom did seem to be on the wrong side. And there were no hairdryers. And, now that she looked, there was a trough-like metal structure against one of the walls that could only be a urinal.

This was the boy's changing room.

It was at this point that she heard the changing room door open, and the murmur of dozens of people conversing reached her ears. She only had a few moments to act.