Judgement

"There's something very strange about all this," said Susie.

They'd come to a place like a series of observation chamber, as if they were standing behind one-way mirrors. There were chairs to relax on, and control panels with buttons and dials. Each observation chamber looked out onto a different view.

Right now, it seemed to Susie, they were looking into the women's locker room at Pinkwhistle High. She shivered. It was true there was a gigantic mirror mounted on the wall opposite the big group shower where all the girls soaped off after gym class, but she'd never thought about why it was there before.

The locker room was empty, of course, since the school was closed and all the students were at the carnival. But Susie had stripped naked in that very room hundreds of times, with Bonnie and Anne-Marie and Trixie Washington, all bare and giggling and scrubbing each other's backs. There had been pranks and towel fights and wrestling and bullying and spanking and hair-pulling and sexual experimentation. All the usual stuff that nineteen-year-old girls get up to in the showers when the boys aren't looking.

Had somebody been... peeping on them? The whole time? Had some leering, dirty-minded stranger actually... seen them naked?

Bonnie was checking out the next room. "Hey," she said. "Come look at this."

"Okay, we definitely should not be looking at this," said Susie, a few moments later. They were staring into what was obviously the locker room for a woman's sports team, watching a tough-looking brunette peel off her sports bra. An athletic Latina with dark curly hair stood in the background in nothing but running shoes, reaching up to get something off the top of her locker. "Are they all like this?"

"I think so. Check it out."

The brunette, now stark naked, had stepped into the shower. Her strong figure twisted and turned, showing off her full breasts and toned bottom to every advantage as she massaged soap into her short hair. Bonnie tweaked a dial and the brunette yelped, jumping back away from the water. She gave the faucet an angry glare.

"You can adjust the water temperature from in here," explained Bonnie, resetting the dial. "I just set it to really, really cold."

"These controls are for pranks?"

"I guess. What's this one do?"

Bonnie tapped a button. Instantly, a mouse darted out from under the Latina's locker. It ran into the middle of the floor and stood up on its hind legs, squealing and sniffing the air.

The two sporty girls squealed in horror, flapped their hands helplessly at the imposing creature, turned and sprinted for the locker room exit. Since Bonnie and Susie didn't have a view of what was going on outside the locker, it was impossible to tell what happened next. It did seem, however, from the way the handle of the locker room door wiggled, that both girls had instantly regretted their decision to run outside with no clothes on, and that the door was now locked.

"Wait," said Bonnie. She was remembering an incident a few months ago when she had been similarly spooked by a locker room mouse, and chased naked out into the hallways of Pinkwhistle High School. The door had locked behind her, and both the cheer squad and the chess club had been on hand to witness her embarrassment as she'd frantically rattled the handle, desperately trying to get back in. How Anne-Marie had laughed! Everyone had called her Sexy Susie for weeks.

"How does that work?" she said. "Bonnie, I'm not sure we should be messing around with this stuff."

But Bonnie was already on to the next room.