Slowly Keith regains consciousness, but things feel, wrong. Twisted, contorted. It's as if his whole body is tied up in knots and pressed in on itself. Though curiously none of it is painful. Odd sounds come to him, some slaps, running water, that sounds like voices... He blinks, but his eyes seem to see through some sort of grating that... wait, he twitches and the grating moves. It's part of him? What the hell?
He moves his eyes closer to the tiny horizontal slits of the grating to see what's going on.... and freezes. He's in the girl's changing rooms somewhere! He sees semi-clad and naked girls wandering around, one sitting quietly on a bench in front of him. His eyes widen as he looks down at the girl's naked back, then at the others, trying to work out why none of them are freaking out. He's right there! Can't they see him?
Then the girl, finishing taking off her socks, turns to give him a beautiful view of her chest, reaches up to him. Odd tremors run through him at the sight of her naked. Like he feels compelled to do something. Something intense! He needs to... Oh, her hand grabs some part of him and he freezes in horror as she... opens his chest?!? OK, that feels weird. It's like just below his eyes a door opened at her behest, and she reaches into his body and pulls out a... swim suit?
His mind is reeling, not knowing what the hell is going on. That swirling need from moments before muted by his terror. He glances down through the... metal? It feels like it, but it also feels like him. With a strain something shifts and he gets a sudden disorienting view from behind another grill. Two more eyes just opened, looking into that cavity she reached into! It's... a locker? He's a locker? What the hell?!?
As he stares, with now two different views of the girl as she shimmies her way into her swim suit, he tries to remember what happened. Anything that could explain this. He's so confused, panicky and... the girl looks up, frowning. Oh god, she can see him!
She reaches up and rests a hand on his... er... case? Frame?
"Hmm. Odd." She says, perfectly calmly. Not at all as if she were resting her warm, soft hand on a guy's body! "Maybe the ventilation systems acting up again." And she shrugs and leans over to pick her carefully folded clothes.
He lets out a sigh of relief, that happily she doesn't seem to notice. She finishes putting her clothes inside him and closes the door, sending his eyes in there into shadow. There is a slight twisting sensation as she turns a something in him, and locks up the door, before heading out.
What the hell? How... why.....? His shaking that she registered as vibration from the air conditioner gets worse as he struggles to understand what is going on. Meanwhile the other girls have all finished changing and leave the room, leaving him alone in a girl's changing room.
Apparently as someone's locker! I mean... what?
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