Izzy the Lezzy?

(chapter originally by ewong at writing.com)

As Isabel was getting ready to put her plan into action, she felt a hand on her shoulder. Spinning around, she was face to face with another girl from the yoga class.

"Hey, don't tell me the stalls are all taken!" the girl complained.

Isabel shrugged as she tried to think of an answer.

"Wait, you're not holding any clothes to change into. Are you trying to sneak a peek at someone changing?!"

Isabel's eye went wide at the sudden accusation, but waved her hands, hoping the girl would keep quiet. She didn't want Mindy to know she was outside her stall.

"I get it, you're some kind of lesbian freak who likes to spy on us when we're changing, huh? How about you get a taste of your own medicine!"

The girl **** Isabel into the next stall and began to pull Isabel's pink tank top over her head!

"Stop, you've got it all wrong!" Isabel pleaded.

However, the girl was too strong, and soon had her tank top off, and was working on Isabel's spandex shorts. Through the commotion, Mindy finished dressing, but couldn't help but overhear what was going on, and went to investigate. To her surprise, she saw the girl she was pranking earlier reduced to her bra and panties!

"What's going on here?" Mindy asked.

"This pervert was trying to sneak a peek of you while you were changing!" the girl stripping Isabel explained.

"Oh, then by all means, let me help!" Mindy said.

"NO!" Isabel cried as they both lunged at Isabel's remaining clothes.

In seconds, Isabel was standing in a stall, completely naked, being ogled by Mindy and a girl she'd never talked to before.

"There, not so nice to be ogled at, is it?" the girl said.

Isabel blushed deep red and tried to cover herself. Especially in front of Mindy, who was grinning ear to ear.

"Since she tried t peek at me, after all, maybe I should finish her off." Mindy offered.

"What do you have in mind?" the girl asked.

Mindy grinned and said...