Swim, but be careful

"Well, fuck," you whisper. You decide to get in the locker room quickly before anyone else. Realizing Andrew is gonna be pissed, you send him a quick text--"got gym so have to change sorry"--before turning it off and putting it in your locker.

No one is in the lockerroom yet, thankfully, so you have plenty of time to change. The pacifier is thrown in your locker, and the diaper is ripped off and tossed in thee too. As you take off your shirt, you remeber what you wrote on your chest.

You quickly start rubbing at to, and turn to get to the mirrors to check your progress. But, with just your luck, you turn around and run into a big footballer named Davis.

"Woah, watch it, fuckwad!" he yells. Doesn't look like he's seen the writing yet--what do you do? Your shirt is on the bench next to you. Or, hell, just leave it. Say it was a dare.