The regular bathroom.

Max wanted to check up on Kate, but she clearly wanted to be alone right now. She walked into the regular bathroom.

Empty. Good.

She entered an empty stall (though she knew she was alone) and pulled down her pants. The Luvlies were bright pink and had a doe printed on the front. Luvlies came in all sorts of colors and designs, but Max still liked pink.

Call me a stereotype, but pink goes with everything.

She reached into her bag and brought out an identical -- but unused -- Luvlie from her bag, along with a miniature pack of wet wipes. She shimmied out of her underwear, which was harder than it sounded since she was still wearing her shoes and jeans, wiped herself down and put on the newer pair.

She could have gone into the Little girl bathroom and done this there and it would have come with its own box of wipes and complementary pull-up and more space to change, but she didn't want everyone to know that she was a little. At her last school, she was made fun of when her diagnoses came in. Everyone mocked her for being a crybaby. Blackwell was a new start for her in a familiar town, so she figured blending in was the best option.

She put her jeans back on and exited the stall, throwing her used Luvlie and wipes into a trashcan over by the unattended janitorial supplies. Suddenly the bathroom door slammed open.

Hidden behind the far stall, Max peeked to see who it was.

It was Nathan Prescott of all people. He was in his jock jacket, pacing about and mumbling to himself as though he were on the verge of a nervous breakdown.

"It's cool, Nathan... Don't stress... You're okay, bro. Just count to three..."

What's he doing in the girl's bathroom?

"They don't know shit... You own this school... If anyone finds out... you can blow it up..."

He slammed his fists into a stall-door.

"Fuck!"

He put his hands over his face and furiously rubbed it like he was trying to keep himself from melting down entirely.

He gripped at both ends of one of the sinks and clenched it hard. His face turned red with effort. As he bent over, Max saw the curve of his bottom push outward, pushing his jeans just enough for her to notice the baby blue frills of his underwear poking out from his waist. Eventually Nathan's head dropping into the sink, his breathing labored from exertion.

Max knew the effects of a suppressed headspace when she saw one. She remembered going through the same thing back in middle school.

Nathan's a little?!