Sandra walks into the boys locker room feeling extremely self-conscious. She was petite, had long flowing hair, and her boobs were pretty big for her frame. She had no idea how other guys would react to her, even in her new state. She went to your locker and, thankfully, found that you had forgotten to lock it the day before. She opens it, and sees your gym shorts, or her gym shorts, and a spare t-shirt. She takes both out and puts them on the bench behind her.
Next to her, another guy undresses himself, pulling down his pants and throwing his shirt into the locker. "Hey Jason," he says to you, rolling a towel. "What?" Sandra replied before being whipped by his towel. "Think fast!" he says, before trying to whip her again. His towel connected with her breast, and she began to cling to it in pain. Her hands barely covered the girth of her boob, but immediately the boy that had been messing around ran to her. "Shit, I'm sorry dude, are your boobs ok? I totally didn't mean to hit them, they're just so big, I didn't realize where I was aiming."
She nodded in appreciation for his concern and move towards the locker again. She removed your shirt, a weird feeling crawling up her spine as the experience of not having a bra on in public made her feel like she stood out. But guys were walking past her not noticing a thing, some even threatening her with a purple nurple. She quickly put on your shirt, which seemed to fit her smaller frame, and your shorts. She then moved out to the obstacle course that was the beginning of every period in gym.
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