<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/51/Emmaq15.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong>Emma Q<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Addie, Miyoko<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Locker Room<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Her hands hadn't come away from the art book to shield herself when she collided with Addy. Neither did they come up to correct the stray of her glasses off center. She was just really into art today. "Change? Ohh. Oh, right. It's swimming." Her lip drew back between her teeth, faced with wearing a skin-tight suit flush over her new anatomy. There was no way she'd ever live that down! She'd be expelled, probably, but not before humiliated, and that was worse. "Maybe I shouldn't, you know, I have the cooties superbug today..." But the ribbon streams of Addy's dark hair and the firm stride of her hips vanishing into the hallway horizon got Emma's legs moving after, despite her intentions. "All ours? Sweet!"<br/><br/>They were among the first into the locker room, the girlish click and scuff of heels the sole echo. It wouldn't last. If they had a longer time alone Emma might like to experience this newfound power lauded over Addy, but any moment the others would be arriving. Emma unbuttoned her vest, and in the damp air her thin uniform shirt was already clinging to the peach pink of her body as she stretched out of the first dark layer. "Hey, who left the class earlier? Other than me." Buttons popped down rapid-fire with the practiced flick of her fingertips, but she stopped with a thin stripe of skin from sternum to navel revealed. The skirt- her cock- this was going to be problematic. "I bet the teacher was mad when I didn't come back."<br/><br/>Emma opened her locker door wide to hide the new addition to her profile as she let shirt and skirt hit the tiles. A little closer to the shield of the locker door she nuzzled when Miyoko entered and began to undress. Worst timing ever! Couldn't the girl just pick a place to be and stop-<br/><br/>and then the cardboard came off-<br/><br/>and Miyoko was voluptuous for days-<br/><br/>and all Emma could think about was how Jell-O jiggled and how weirdly uncomfortable she'd felt playing Bayonetta with her cousins.<br/><br/>"Uh." Emma grabbed the most convenient fat cylinder from her locker, a bottle of strawberry body wash, and clutched it over the part of her body most obviously responding to the sight of her changing classmates. It covered, but barely; there was no room for errors. "I'm going to get a shower." She couldn't take her hands away until she was in the bleary light coming in through the glass block windows. "Don't follow, Miyoko." But she wasn't hidden, not really- the architect had been a proponent of showers being errybody's business. The steam, at least, would make her form a little more vague. The water of the communal showers hissed, and Emma shivered into the water flow, passing her glasses off onto the soap dish. She was not coming out until she was absolutely the last person in the locker room.