Maybe... the men's locker room?

It was a ridiciously risky idea. Yet, where else would she be able to find spare clothes just lying around? The men likely had a lost-and-found box all of their own or perhaps some towels or clothes lying around the locker room. Getting caught in the men's changing room would be a nightmare though. Being naked in the girls' changing room was one thing, but she wouldn't know what to do if the boys caught her. She had never shown her body off to anyone, let alone a boy. She was not necessarily even that shy, but the idea made her made her nervous beyond belief. Even when she had had sex, she'd done it with the lights off, underneath the sheets. She had to get her hands on some clothes, or else who knows how many boys would get to see her naked today?

She waited behind the door with nothing but {if Bra = true} her restrictively tight bra {elseif Socks = true} loose white and sopping wet socks {elseif Both = true} her restrictively tight bra and loose, white, sopping wet socks. {else} her hands on her breasts.{endif} She listened carefully for any voice or sound from the changing room across the hall. It seemed quiet. No shower was running, no locker sounded, no voices, nothing. This was her chance. At least, probably as good as chance as she was going to get. She took and deep breath and stepped into the open again, then hurried down the hallway. She rested briefly at the door, listening one more time with her breath held. It still seemed quiet. This was it. She softly pushed the door open. She did not see anyone. Her eyes rested on the lost-and-found box in the back. She committed to her daring action and rushed inside. As soon as she placed her hands on the box, she suddenly notices a boy right there, staring at her with his jaw dropped. Lia's heart skips a beat.

"Oh, please," she whispers, her voice trembling, "please don't tell anyone." She looks up at him with wide, **** eyes, her cheeks stained with a deep crimson blush.

The boy, taken aback by the sudden appearance of a {if Bra = true} mostly naked {elseif Both = true} very scarcely dressed {else} naked {endif} girl, stammers a response. "Uhh... sure, I won't," he says, his eyes darting around the room as if searching for a way to avert his gaze. "But, w-what are you doing here?" His voice cracks, the tension in the air thickening as he struggles to keep his composure.

"I-I'm looking for my clothes," Lia stammers, her eyes downcast, trying to maintain a shred of dignity. "I-I had an accident and I need to get dressed before anyone... anyone else... sees me like this," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. She glances over at the lost-and-found box and, finding it empty. "Fuck," she murmurs to herself.

She felt his eyes linger on her trembling body even as she hid behind the box. So much exposed skin for him to see. This absolute stranger got to see almost all of her so unceremoniously. Her face was flushed and hot, her nipples sensitive and hard. She wanted to get out of here, but she was still too exposed and now driven into a literal corner.

"Here. Take my hoodie," he responds, pulling the hoodie off himself. "It should cover most of you."

Indeed, he was a good bit taller. The hoodie should reach below her butt to cover all the important parts. She'd be in his debt though, and would have more explaining to do. It seemed a pretty good deal, though. Her only other options was to get the hell out of here and find her own clothes as quickly as she could.