Yes, the janitor

It seemed to take forever for Sana's embarrassment to fade enough for her to start sinking back to the floor. Eventually, however, she was able to extend her toes and brush the floor. Soon her ordeal would be over, she would be able to put her shirt on and get on with her day...at least until lunch, where Beatrice evidently had other plans for her.

Just then, with hope in sight. There was a knock on the door. Sana began to panic. Who knocks on the door to the bathroom? Why wouldn't they come right in?

She stayed, quiet, hoping they'd go away.

It turned out to be the exact wrong choice. A moment later, a balding man in overalls pushed the door to the girl's room open and pushed a mop and bucket in. When he saw Sana he froze in the doorway. Immediately she felt her feet lift off the ground again.

"Shut the door!" she yelled. The janitor did just that, but with himself on the inside!

"Now look here, Missy, what do you think you're doing?"

"I--I can't help it! I'm **** to be here and I can't control my powers!"

"A likely story. Look at you, you're not even covering up your tits! You can't tell me you didn't plan for someone to find you here!"

Sana tried desperately to cover up, but Beatrice's order prevented her. She had **** but to explain the truth to this skeptical janitor and hope he believed her.

"Look, do you know the girl who goes here named Beatrice?" and she explained everything that had happened to her so far that morning, all the while trying to ignore the janitor's eyes on her tiny naked breasts with their big nipples, hard in the cool air of the bathroom.