A Locker Room Nightmare

[iwanttowrite]

Have you ever had a dream where you show up to class without your clothes?

Apparently, that actually happened to someone at my high school. I didn’t witness the event. In fact I’m pretty certain that it was just a rumor. But, supposedly, a girl walked out of the locker room thinking that she was heading into the showers. Instead she walked into the gymnasium, completely naked, only to realize her mistake and dart back inside.

No one knows who the girl was, which is partly why I think the story is fake. At least I hope it’s fake. Can you imagine how embarrassing that would have been? To be exposed like that in front of dozens of people? I know I can. Because something similar happened to me during my senior year. Except it wasn’t an accident.

Having to change clothes for gym was probably the worst part of high school. I understand it’s for hygiene. No one wants students walking around with sweaty clothes for the rest of the school day. But that didn’t make it any less awkward, getting changed in front of your peers when you’re going through a variety of bodily changes. It was especially difficult for me, and not just because my boobs decided to inflate like a pair of balloons the previous year. I’d gotten used to the occasional awkward glance or jealous glare. I didn’t like it, but it was fairly normal. As embarrassing as it is to admit I’d often do the same.

I realized my interest in girls around the same time as I’d realized my interest in boys. I wasn’t a pervert or anything. I didn’t gawk or stare at the other girls while they were in their underwear. But there were a few who caught my attention, and my eyes couldn’t help but linger. In fact there was one girl in particular who I developed a bit of a fixation on.

Grace isn’t her real name, but it certainly would have been appropriate. She had an air of elegance about her. It was obvious that she put a lot of effort into her appearance. Her hair, her clothes, her makeup, her physique. She was a supermodel. Literally, I think. I know she was featured in a couple magazines and advertisements at least. You can probably imagine what she looked like; nearly six feet tall, with long blonde hair, clear sun-kissed skin, and a trim figure that even I would have killed for. Absolutely, drop dead gorgeous.

I didn’t go out of my way to ogle her. But her gym locker was directly across from mine. Even if I kept my eyes focused on the floor, I could still catch a glimpse in my periphery. Every time she slipped out of her jeans or pulled off her shirt. Not to be crass, but it felt like she was putting on a show. Especially whenever she decided to use the gym showers.

Students aren’t required to shower after gym. In fact it’s discouraged, given how little time there is between classes. But considering we had gym scheduled at the end of the day, Grace didn’t have to worry about running out of time. It probably helped that she drove to school instead of taking the bus. So whenever she worked up a sweat during class, she’d grab a towel from her locker, strip down completely, and then saunter down to the showers at the far end of the locker room. And it was maddening. Every time. Watching her supple breasts bounce with each step, her cute butt sway side to side. It wasn’t just that she was attractive. She walked with confidence. Like she didn’t care if anyone was looking. Honestly, I envied that the most. There were times when I wished I could join her. That I could strip naked and still be confident in my own skin. But I could never actually do that.

Not willingly.

Everyone was changing out of their gym clothes, ready to go home. I had lagged behind and was one of the last girls to enter the locker room. A few girls had already gotten dressed and were ready to head home, but most of them were still in the middle of changing and still in their underwear. That included Grace. When I reached my locker I noticed that she had a towel set aside on one of the benches. I couldn’t help but watch as Grace reached back to unclasp her bra, letting the cups fall away to reveal two perfectly round and pert breasts, before sliding her thumbs into her waistband and slipping her underwear off her shapely buttocks, then down her long slender legs before stepping out of them.

I let my eyes take in the entirely of her now nude figure before turning away to change into my own clothes. Unfortunately, I had let my gaze linger for just a bit too long. We locked eyes for just a moment as Grace placed her clothes in her locker.

“What are you looking at?”

Her eyes were cold. Penetrating. Accusatory. I was barely able to utter a sound.

“Nothing”, I lied.

Grace scoffed.

“Seriously?”

She turned to face me fully, her posture and voice exuding agitation.

“Did you think I haven’t noticed?”

The sound of bare feet treading on the tiled floor seemed to echo through the room as Grace approached. I almost didn’t notice her friends approaching until more voices spoke up.

“What’s wrong?”

“She’s been ogling me almost every day after class.”

Three pairs of eyes were now glaring at me. I could feel my heart racing. This was absolutely the worst thing that could have happened to me. I’d always dreaded the possibility of getting caught, but thought I would be able to brush it off as a coincidence. Just an awkward glance and nothing more. Now I was being called out publicly for being a perv.

“No I- uh…”

I stammered, trying to come up with a convincing excuse. My mind stalled.

“I’m sorry…”

It was a pathetic apology, but I hoped that they’d find it genuine enough to leave me alone.

“Do you like staring at my tits?”

I was taken aback a bit. Grace had both hands on her hips and stuck her chest forward, almost as if to emphasize her assets. To goad me into looking again. Admittedly it worked, but I quickly pulled my eyes back to hers and blurted out whatever answer I thought would get me out of trouble.

“No.”

Grace crossed her arms, almost looking offended. That was not the right response.

“I- I mean they’re very nice but I… I don’t- I didn’t mean to stare.”

Her face softened. I was hoping that she believed me.

“Yeah, well, whatever. You’ve got nice tits too but you don’t see me gawking at your boobs every day. Seriously, have some more respect.”

I don’t know if I was blushing, but I certainly felt awkward by Grace’s “compliment”. But I suppose it was only fair. I deserved to be made at least a little uncomfortable for what I’d done. And Grace was quick to notice my discomfort.

“What? Don’t get all bashful now.”

She stepped closer, leaving very little space between us.

“You know, if I had boobs like yours I’d understand why you’d be staring.”

I could feel my face burning as Grace glanced directly at my chest. I stood there, practically frozen as she slowly reached down to grab the hem of my shirt.

“It’s honestly a shame that you insist on hiding them every day…”

Grace barely raised my shirt past my midriff before I pushed her hand away. She stepped back, hands raised as in capitulation as she smiled.

“What’s the matter? We’re all girls here. Besides, it’s not like you haven’t seen *us* naked before. So it’s only fair…”

That’s when I felt a pair of hands on my waist. One of the Graces friends had gotten behind me and proceeded to yank my shorts down. Not just my shorts but my underwear too. They were all bunched up around my ankles, leaving me completely bottomless. I loudly gasped in shock when I realized what they had done.

My instinct was to reach down to try and pull my shorts back up. That was a mistake. As I bent forward, Grace grabbed the back of my shirt and tried to pull it over my head. She would have succeeded if I hadn’t flared my elbows out to try and stop her. The shirt was rolled half way up my back and partially covered my face, but she wouldn’t be able to pull it any further. At least, I thought she couldn’t. But this wasn’t a fair fight. It was three against one.

While Grace fought to pull off my shirt, her other friends stepped in to assist in stripping me. The girl who pantsed me attempted to finish the job and steal the garments from around my ankles, while the other girl dug her fingers under my sports bra and began pulling in tandem with Grace. I could feel the fabric riding up even higher, exposing more skin as they tugged harder. I knew I was in real trouble when my breasts fell free from my sports bra, exposed to the open air.

But I kept fighting.

I had to.

Even if it was futile.

One of the girls took the opportunity to shove me, hard. I fell backwards into the lockers as my shirt and bra were swiftly pulled over my head. The other girl managed to wrestle my shorts away, along with my underwear and shoes. My clothes were gone. They had stripped me completely naked and were now leering at me, like they’d just won a game and I was the prize.

I did what I could to cover myself but it didn’t matter. The girls pulled my arms aside so they could properly *admire* me and *compliment* my body.

“They’re bigger than I thought.”

“Your skin’s so pale.”

“Feel how soft they are.”

“I told you she wasn’t fat.”

“Her butt’s nice too.”

“So that’s what she’s been hiding.”

It felt gross and humiliating. Having my naked body on display. Being poked at and groped and fondled. I thought being called out as a pervert was bad enough, but now these girls were practically molesting me and treating my body like a piece of meat. I didn’t think it could get any worse until Grace spoke up.

“You shouldn’t be so timid. You’ve got a nice body. It’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

She took a step back, and seemed to gesture at her friends to follow her.

“Why don’t we help you build some confidence.”

Then I heard the bell ring. The final bell, signaling the end of the school day.

Panic consumed me as Graces’ friends began to pull me towards the locker room door. I protested as loud and as violently as I could muster. It didn’t seem to have any impact whatsoever. Not even to the other girls in the locker room. They either stared blankly or just ignored my plight altogether as I was dragged, kicking and screaming, out in to the hallway.

Grace led the charge as she opened the door, gaining everyone’s attention as she loudly cheered. Dozens of students had poured out of their classrooms, ready to go home or prepare for whatever after school activities. They all came to a halt when the naked girl was paraded through the school.

That’s when I woke up.

Surprise!

As much as I dislike the trope, it was in fact all a dream. A very disturbing and horrific dream mind you. And it certainly felt real at the time. But luckily the only consequences I suffered were night sweats and mild fatigue that following morning.

Still, a lesson was learned. From that day onwards I kept my eyes off of Grace. For the most part. At the very least I put in the effort to not to leer at her as I had before.

[WingDing]

The way it's written, Grace led the way into the hallway also naked. It would have made for an interesting day.

[SixPathsKeyblader]

I was thinking that too . As I read this, I was thinking, "Did Grace put her own clothes back on?"