Weiss joins Pyrrha in the changing room

It would be too abrupt for Weiss to leave Pyrrha hanging. All Weiss has to do is not look at Pyrrha while she is changing. Simple right? No stimulus, no arousal, no problem!

Weiss takes Pyrrha's outstretched hand to help herself up. Pyrrha yanks Weiss' arm a little too hard, making her trip forward as she stands. Weiss crashes face first into Pyrrha's chest!

"Easy!" Pyrrha exclaims jokingly while catching Weiss by her waist.

"I'm sorry! I didn't expect you to pull so hard!" Weiss replies squeakily.

"Let's get a move on," Pyrrha says with a smile.

This is going just great! Weiss is so weak in the knees that she can't stop herself catapulting straight into Pyrrha's bosoms! How is she going to last in the changing room?! At least Pyrrha is comfortable with Weiss being around her. Their fumbling and confusion are traits she probably finds endearing.

Weiss speed walks out of the gymnasium ahead of Pyrrha into the locker room. She immediately gets an eyeful of Nebula Violette standing around in her panties while chatting with her team! Fuck! Weiss needs to keep far away from them to maintain composure!

"I need to use the toilet!" Weiss says hurriedly.

"Sure thing. I'll be in the back of the locker room," Pyrrha replies.

Weiss bursts through the doors to the locker room toilets. She locks herself in a cubicle and groans in frustration. She was close to getting a hard-on without even seeing Pyrrha changing! To be fair, the issue of Weiss getting aroused by other girls in the changing room had always been a problem.

Today was not a unique circumstance. She often relied on the cubicles as a space to cool off. How many students in Weiss' prep school knew she was a futanari remained a mystery to Weiss till this day. Perhaps they all knew but never said anything. Surely, at least one girl in Weiss' PE classes must have spotted her bulge while she was changing...

Reflecting upon her prior experiences, Weiss concludes it might be better to wait inside the toilet for a while and hope Pyrrha is done changing once she leaves. She watches the time for three minutes. Her pulse eases. Her isolation gives Weiss time to think about when she plans on telling Pyrrha that she is a futanari. At least telling Pyrrha that she's a futanari sets some stepping stones towards building trust.

Weiss remembers how terrifying the thought of someone telling the whole of her prep school her secret was. Fear drove her further into isolation and loneliness. Weiss has come a long way since then. Team RWBY fostered an ethos of openness after Blake's secrets nearly pushed her to abandon the team. Weiss' comments about Faunus contributed to this also, for which she has apologised for.

Team RWBY agreed that they would announce to the world that they were all futanari at the start of the Vytal tournament. Weiss might be jumping the gun a little by telling Pyrrha before this... But if she wasn't planning on telling Pyrrha now, who knows when Weiss will get another chance?

Weiss clenches her fist in resolution. She's determined to tell Pyrrha today! Given that people tend to assume all futanari like girls, this would also give Pyrrha a hint for Weiss' attraction towards them.

As Weiss walks out of the toilet, she hears the locker room entrance door creak open. Team NDGO's chatter is distant, then moves out of ear shot. They have left the locker room. This is perfect! Weiss didn't see anyone in the locker room besides Team NDGO, meaning that Weiss is free to talk with Pyrrha alone!

Weiss' heart skips a beat as she trots towards the back of the locker room confidently. Weiss peers around the corner of the final row of lockers slowly to check if Pyrrha is decent. She finds Pyrrha rubbing her feet in with cream- she hasn't removed anything except her shoes since Weiss went to the toilet!

Pyrrha appears to be performing some kind of post workout ritual. One foot is placed onto a towel on the ground, the other is propped up by her knee. Both are lathered with moisturiser. Pyrrha's fingers are digging really deep into the sole of her elevated foot. Her thumb presses down and runs forward repeatedly as if she's trying to stimulate blood circulation. There is an element of discomfort to this intense massage. Pyrrha's heavy breathing and curling toes signal she's in pain. Why is she doing this to herself?

Pyrrha has her eyes closed throughout the 'ritual'. Her concentration is totally absorbed by focusing on the sensations in her foot. Relief arrives as Pyrrha claps the top and bottom of her foot like she's making a prayer. Her greasy palms then glide across both sides of her foot in opposite directions. Pyrrha seems to be at ease now. Her breathing becomes lighter. Weiss did not want to intrude on Pyrrha's ritual. However, the hardened look on her face raised some questions.

"Pyrrha, are you okay?" Weiss asks tepidly.

"When I was young... my feet used to blister because of my training. My feet used to ache so much... I have learned to take better care of myself..." Pyrrha explains solemnly, keeping her eyes closed.

Pyrrha uncrosses her leg, placing both feet on the towel below.

"I developed a skin care routine and massage for every time I spar or train to keep my feet in good condition. I can show you if you like," Pyrrha continues.

"I guess. As long as you don't dig into my feet like you were doing to yourself!" Weiss responds.

"I will be gentle!" Pyrrha answers as she pats the bench for Weiss to take a seat next to her.

Weiss blushes as she sits close to Pyrrha. Weiss removes her sock and shoes. Pyrrha gasps at the sight of her freshly pedicured toenails. Her nail polish is a glossy baby blue.

"You have really wonderful feet!" Pyrrha comments with a tremor in her voice.

"I do? What makes my feet better than the average foot? Besides the fabulous pedicure that is!" Weiss says playfully.

"I can start with the obvious..." Pyrrha says.

Pyrrha takes out a second smaller towel from her bag. Pyrrha signals for Weiss to place on their feet on her lap. Weiss rotates her body to place both her feet up on Pyrrha's lap. Pyrrha brushes Weiss' feet delicately with the towel. She is thorough in getting between Weiss' toes.

"Smooth skin... No abnormalities. The alignment of the toes..." Pyrrha explains.

Pyrrha places the towel used to wipe Weiss' feet to one side then grabs her little toe and pulls it sharply. There is a click that makes Weiss' skin crawl! Pyrrha pulls each of Weiss' toes. Weiss makes noises of distress with each click! However, her toes feel relieved of their tension after Pyrrha's pulling.

"Then... You have the arc of the foot..." Pyrrha continues.

Pyrrha rubs moisturising cream between her hands before massaging along the arc of Weiss' feet. The arc is more sensitive than other regions of her soles. Weiss quivers at Pyrrha's touch. Her hands graciously glide across the top and bottom of her feet in opposite directions. Pyrrha studies Weiss' feet beginning with the heel. Her attention gradually makes its way up the plantar surface. Her fingers thrust between Weiss' toes- back and forth they stride to pamper her tender skin. Pyrrha grips in between Weiss' toes like she is trying to hold another's hand. Weiss subconsciously grips her fingers back with her toes.

"There is also the texture of the soles... no crust or dead skin..." Pyrrha continues.

Pyrrha adjusts Weiss' feet to have a better view of the dorsal surface. She tests the flexibility of her tendons, making Weiss flex her back then point forward like a ballerina. Next, Pyrrha feels along the blood vessels leading to each of Weiss' toes. She tests Weiss circulation by prodding her thumb into the bottom of left foot while looking closely at her dorsal plantar. Happy with what she has seen, Pyrrha pampers Weiss' feet with a wonderful massage.

"Your feet are very flexible... you must have done ballet right?" Pyrrha comments.

"Since I was three," Weiss replies.

Pyrrha seems to be really into talking about feet... and touching them too. As Pyrrha feels Weiss' Achilles tendon, Weiss notices that her breath has become heavier. She begins massaging Weiss' ankle too. She twists Weiss' foot side to side while studying it intensely. Her hands start going up Weiss' lower leg. This is getting steamy... Is it hot in here?

"Do you get a pedicure often?" Pyrrha asks softly.

"Only for special events, like the Beacon dance," Weiss says, trying to mask her excitement from being touched.

"What kind of shoes do you prefer wearing?" Pyrrha asks with a sigh.

"I don't mind flat heels. Boots are my other go to..." Weiss trembles.

"Boots! Lovely! Do you ever wear... long... fluffy socks?" Pyrrha replies sensually.

Weiss is unsure how to answer Pyrrha's question. It is undeniable that Pyrrha has a foot fetish! It's not like Weiss wants her to stop the massage, though if she keeps going Weiss' blood will start racing. There is a pause in the conversation, however Pyrrha keeps rubbing Weiss' feet. She's totally absorbed in it! Weiss can feel the steam of Pyrrha's breath on her toes.

Pyrrha is clearly getting turned on by Weiss' feet! Her arousal is making Weiss aroused too!

"I don't think too much about socks," Weiss replies anxiously.

"What about heels with tights?" Pyrrha jumps in before Weiss can get another word out.

"Pyrrha..." Weiss murmurs.

"Yes?" Pyrrha replies excitedly.

"This massage is wonderful... It's just... I can't... Oh gosh!" Weiss sighs.

Weiss' pants rustle as her trouser snake rears its head. A bulge rises in her gym shorts that is unmissable. Pyrrha turns her head and is met with sight of Weiss' erection! She jumps in fright upon seeing it! Weiss withdraws her feet and stands away from Pyrrha, placing her hands over her crotch to hide her erection.

"Please forgive me! I'm not a pervert, I swear!" Weiss pleads.

"Don't apologise, it's my fault! I shouldn't have let myself get carried away!" Pyrrha exclaims.

"I wanted to tell you earlier but... I guess now is a better time than ever... I'm a futanari!" Weiss declares.

"And I have a foot fetish... it started developing after I learned how to take care of my feet..." Pyrrha replies.

Pyrrha sighs, hanging her head in shame. She turns away from Weiss while placing her hands on her head. Like Weiss, Pyrrha has carried the burden of secret desires for years. Pyrrha has told absolutely no one about it until now. The weight of Pyrrha's revelations hangs heavier on shoulders than Weiss' revelation. Feet were her weakness...

"There is something else I want to confess..." Weiss says.

Pyrrha looks up to Weiss, hoping to find words of comfort. A sharp tug in Weiss' pants makes her turn away... They both felt completely exposed. Weiss, unable to control the ants in her pants. Pyrrha, unable to resist her obscure obsession.

Was now the right time for Weiss to ask Pyrrha to the Beacon dance? Weiss knew they shared a mutual attraction, so she ought to capitalise on this moment. If not now, then when?