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Chapter 7 by phanx

Who's there?

Coach Morton

"Oh my word!" Came a rough screech. Coach Morton, a burly man in his late 30s, portrayed both anger and shock through his face. At first his eyes were fixed on his broken computer. As he stepped further into the room, trying to catch the culprit, his eyes went wider in shock if that was even possible. Coach Morton shielded his eyes but couldn't help but part his fingers to get a look. "I've seen enough! Get dressed and get out!" The coach shouted at the embarrassed girl. As she walked past him and grabbed some kit he yelled, "This is coming straight out of your student loans!"

Brianna was humiliated and ran out of the room in tears. Even more so when her shorts were suddenly around her ankles, sending her to the floor. With personal pride in tatters, Brianna ran over to the changing room door only to find that it was locked. "Dammit!" She cursed.

A voice came from around the corner and soon enough a man walked round the corner. It was the coach. "Oh Brianna. It's you again... Look we'll get the computer sorted out ok? Everything will be fine."

"Thanks coach Morton but the doors locked and I can't get in." Her shorts were starting to droop again making part of her pubic hair visible.

"Umm... here take my keys, just don't lose them. I'll be back soon." Coach Morton left hurriedly and ran off. Brianna examined the ring of keys and found the right one for the girls' changing room. To her relief it worked and she went inside. What she didn't know was that when she put the keys down the man had taken the changing room key and locked the door. She pulled off her shorts and put on new ones, unable to find new panties. She was about to leave when she grabbed her water bottle off of the bench but the man froze time in motion.

He smoothly uncapped the bottle and rummaged through his bag. Out popped the small bottle of laxatives which were then swirled around inside the drink until they dissolved into nothingness. The man screwed on the lid and disappeared into the shadows.

When time restarted, Brianna didn't notice anything different and took the bottle with her. She headed onto the field to rejoin her teammates.

How does practice go?

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