Find something to get her through quickly.

"I just wanna be somewhere warmer..." — Jen whined and looked for some other lockers nearby. There was one. It was a bit different, with a lid on the top instead of a side door.

The girl towered upon it and opened it without a single second wasted. Firstly, there was a set of shackles for each of her limbs. They were made of some heavy metal, even heavier than steel.

"Can't have that. Can't be grounded. I'm light as a feather."

Then she fished out a plain white mask. It was made of glossy vinyl with a reinforcing layer. Jen looked at how perfectly its inner layer repeated her face features and how smooth and featureless it looked from the other side. Only her eyes would be left open for observation. Last but not least, it had a built-in butterfly gag.

"Each one in this storm of feelings and emotions belongs to you. No one else deserves it."

"One last souvenir from the Winter. I like it." — the girl whispered her last audible words for a while as she wrapped her mouth around the wide unbending rubber piece, setting it entirely between her cheeks and her teeth. It was unpleasant at first, but the fit was ideal, so she was going to get used to it eventually.

Meanwhile, her face fell into all of the subtle folds of the mask. They were soft and comfortable, but resisted whenever she tried making complex facial expression.

Jen rubbed the mask, finding a peculiar kind of joy in not having access to her own face. Then she found a tiny metal ring against her mouth on the outer side. Her gracious fingers pulled at it without many thinking, and it detached from the mask, activating it.

"MMmmph!" — the girl was getting filled again with sexual anticipation while her mouth was getting filled by the inflating gag. Stretching deeper, it was pulling the mask tighter and tighter against her face. A keyhole appeared in the center of the mask. Without the key, Jen was no longer able to speak.

"Why would you want to speak to anyone that's not me? Why would you even want a voice of your own?"

"Mmphuff!" — Jen tried to answer, only to find out that her own thoughts were somehow gagged as well as her physical mouth. And it made her even more aroused. As she made a futile attempt to pull the mask away from her face, she felt herself slowly passing through the line. She raised her arms, made an effortless arabesque turn in her irremovable ballet boots and stretched over the locker, moaning and sobbing into her ruthless gag simultaneously from the unmeasurable happiness of being such a sexy summer ballet butterfly.

***

Did she actually pass out? All Jen knew was she was very ready to go forward as well. Forward where?

"Towards your eternal summer, of course."