The boy's locker room.

(chapter originally by Phantom Pen on writing.com)

"My dress may be similar to a skirt, but my outfit is also blue. Clearly, the blue symbol is what I want." Elizabeth reasoned, pushing the door open and sauntering into the locker room.

The first thing Elizabeth noticed was the smell. It was unlike anything she had encountered before, somehow damp and slightly unpleasant. Did humans honestly find such an atmosphere to be conducive to storing their clothing? Such an odd people...

The second thing Elizabeth noticed was that the room almost seemed as if it could be connected to the Velvet Room. Just like the symbol on the door, blue was the predominant color; blue tiles accented blue lockers and floor mats. Clearly, Elizabeth had chosen wisely. Why else would this room be so stylistically similar to her own abode?

Now, it should be trivial to procure a uniform and blend in with the students. But... why do that so quickly? After all, this was a new room to explore, and who knows what Elizabeth could learn about humans in here?

So, her decision made, Elizabeth set about-