The College

Emily stood frozen in front of her locker, her eyes fixed on the combination lock as she struggled to process the sudden change. She had always been shy, hated showing any skin, and now the thought of undressing in the school's locker room with boys walking in and out made her stomach turn. She felt a cold sweat breaking out on her forehead as she imagined the humiliation.

She slowly turned the dial on her combination lock, her hands shaking slightly as she opened the locker door. She pulled out her gym clothes, trying to focus on the task at hand, but her mind kept wandering to the worst-case scenarios. What if someone walked in while she was changing? What if they saw her in her underwear? or worse As she pulled out her gym clothes, Emily's eyes darted nervously around the locker room, her gaze lingering on the other girls who were already changing. Some of them seemed oblivious to the new law, chatting and laughing as they stripped down to their underwear, while others looked just as anxious as Emily felt. She noticed a group of boys standing by the entrance, their eyes scanning the room with a mixture of curiosity and excitement. Emily's heart sank as she realized that they were waiting for someone to make a move, to test the boundaries of this new law.

She felt a surge of panic as she realized that she needed to get changed quickly, before anyone noticed her.

Just as she thought that one of the boys, a young guy with a jerk smile on his face who always liked to bully and comment on people, walked in. His eyes scanned the room, lingering on each girl as if sizing them up. Emily's heart sank as his gaze landed on her, his smile growing wider as he took in her frozen form. She felt a flush rise to her cheeks as he began to walk towards her, his eyes fixed on her with an unnerving intensity.

Emily's hands trembled as she clutched her gym clothes to her chest, her mind racing with worst-case scenarios. She tried to step back, but her feet seemed rooted to the spot.

As the boy's gaze lingered on her, Emily felt her face grow hotter, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. She tried to look away, but her eyes seemed fixed on his, unable to tear themselves away from the intensity of his stare. His smile grew wider, and he took another step closer, his eyes scanning her body with an unnerving slowness. Emily's heart was racing now, her breath coming in short gasps as she clutched her gym clothes to her chest. She felt like she was going to be sick, her stomach churning with anxiety.

The boy's eyes finally left hers, and he glanced around the locker room, taking in the other girls who were changing.

As the boy's gaze swept across the room, Emily felt like she was going to collapse. Her legs trembled beneath her, and her hands clenched into fists around her gym clothes. She was acutely aware of her body, of the curves and contours that she had always kept hidden. The thought of being exposed, of being seen, was almost too much to bear.

The boy's eyes lingered on a girl who was changing near the showers, her back to the room as she struggled to pull on her gym shorts. Emily watched in horror as he took a step closer, his eyes fixed on the girl's bare legs. The girl, oblivious to the attention, continued to change, her movements slow and awkward.

The boy's eyes lingered on the girl's bare legs, a sly grin spreading across his face as he took another step closer. Emily's heart sank as she realized he was going to make a comment, and she felt a surge of anxiety as she wondered what he would say. The girl, still oblivious to the attention, continued to struggle with her gym shorts, her face scrunched up in concentration.

The boy's voice cut through the air, loud and clear, and Emily felt a flush rise to her cheeks as he said, "Wow, looks like someone needs to work on their tan lines."