Anna

Anna lets the skirt fall. She steps out of the panties and leaves them on the floor.

Grabbing May by the hand, Anna pulls the younger girl into the nearest stall. "Fine, are you happy? I'm using the stall now, May darling."

The cramped quarters of the toilet stall causes May to gulp down claustrophobic feelings. "This isn't what I meant.."

"No?" Asks Anna in feigned innocence. She widens her eyes as she talks down to young May. "Then why aren't you stopping...This?" Anna asks as she grabs the May's shirt and pulls it up. May tries to stop the undressing, leaving only her midriff bare as the shirt is suspended over her chest.

"Anna, stop..." May tries.

Anna has had enough of the frustrations. Her panties, that insufferable itch, May's nagging; all of it annoys her. But there are ways to solve annoyance.

"No, you stop." Anna orders as she persists in disrobing May. May surrenders the shirt and is left bare-chested in the tight, little stall.

May is a late bloomer. Her puffy nipples are still on mid-sprout. No bra needed here. She hugs herself to both warm herself and hide her hardening nipples.

Anna nods, finally something that meets her satisfaction.