This choice: you hear marys voice and try to get her attention, she has to hide you somewhere • Go Back...Chapter #4Gym Class with Your Girlfriend by: Derpus   Through the laughter of over a dozen teenage girls changing, you could hear the voice of your guardian angel talking to her friends.
"...Are you sure you guys didn't see him?", you heard Mary say as she took her shoes off.
"No, sorry Mary", Stacy, one of her friends, replied. "I looked for him before we came to class, but I couldn't find him anywhere. Maybe he's with Andrew?"
"No, I think he would've let one of us know", Emma said.
You couldn't think of anything to do to alert Mary or her friends of your presence.
"Oh... Well, maybe his mom had him stay home or... God, I hope my brother didn't get to him first. If I catch him bullying Jack one more time, I'm gonna..." Mary paused for a moment as she looked though her messenger bag. "Crap! I forgot my gym clothes!"
You've never been so thankful for your girlfriend being a little forgetful.
"I'll just get some of the spares. I hope they've got some shirts in my size this time." Spending a lot of time with her, you knew that she was pretty... full, for her age. Her large bust was something that she had inherited from her mother and, though you certainly enjoyed whenever she modeled outfits, it made it difficult for her to pick out clothes. Thinking quickly, you found a sized medium shirt and stretched it out in the front and waited for her to dig through the clothes. After waiting a little bit, you saw your girlfriend's manicured fingernails digging through the spare gym clothes. You could tell they were her's, because she had gotten you to paint her toenails yesterday to go with her freshly done fingernails. Gary often joked that she was training you to be her personal servant, but you instantly dismissed him. You did it simply because you loved her and you liked to help her whenever you could. After she reached her whole hand in the clothes, you grabbed her hand and she instantly let out a shriek.
"Eeek! What the hell was tha-"
"Shh! Mary, it's me!", you try whispering to her.
"{size:2.5J-Jack? Is that you?}" She dug into the hamper and soon saw you peeking up from inside of a shirt. She instantly grabbed you, the shirt you were in, and a pair of shorts. "Um, I'm gonna go to the bathroom and change. Be right back." Mary rushed to a bathroom stall and sat on the toilet, setting you down on the floor. "What do you think you're doing peeping in the girl's locker room?!", she asked with some anger in her voice.
"Mary, listen, I can explain..."
"Really? I'm listening", Mary said, still some harshness in her voice. You knew what this looked like, and how bad it looked to Mary. If only you were strong enough to fight Gary off...
"I-I *gulp* I tried looking for you in the hall, but I ran into Gary. He squished me into a ball and through me in here. My clothes didn't squish with me because they were the ones you got me." Your mother had a special way of treating your clothes so that they squished and formed with you... well, for the most part anyway. Mary always insisted that the clothes she got you never got treated, because she felt it ruined them. Your mom's precautions often had her at odds with your girlfriend, but they usually compromised.
"My brother?! Ugh! I swear, I'm gonna-"
"Marilynn Evans! Gym is starting!", you heard a woman, you assumed the girl's coach, yell. "If you aren't out here in thirty seconds, you're going to the office!"
"Oh, no! I still have to hide you!" She started panicking, but seeing you in the girl's gym shirt gave her an idea. "Well... it looks like we're gonna be Gym partners today, Jackie. Sorry about this..." she pulled the shirt off of you and gently started squishing you until you were a small sphere, no bigger than a gumball. You normally didn't like getting squished, but Mary always made sure to be as careful as possible. After she was done, she kissed your tiny ball form. "Sorry for getting upset before... and where I'm gonna have to hide you." With that, she quickly stuffs you...  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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