Part 2, The Locker Room

"Did it make you wet?" Marisa asked, grinning and tugging her gym top down over her small budding breasts while I pulled off my jean shorts.

"Why don't you come see for yourself?" I laughed, tossing the shorts into my locker.

"Maybe I will!" She laughed back as I pulled my green halter up over my head. With my shirt momentarily around my head, I suddenly felt her hands briefly on my hips before she ripped my underwear down to my knees.

"Ack, stop!" I cried out, reaching down to grab her, but just twisting myself up in my shirt, my own uncomfortably large budding breasts bared below the tangled cloth.

She tugged at my feet and I stumbled backwards, landing roughly on the hard floor. She easily slipped off my panties as I tried to quickly rock back up. I finally freed myself from my top and threw it angrily at her, wincing at my sore butt.

"Give those back!" I chased after her through the locker room, naked, no longer laughing. The other girls started laughing, though, when Marisa held my panties to her nose and sniffed noisily.

"Oooh, Mr Palmer does make you wet!" She said loud enough for the whole locker room to hear.

"Shut up!" I whispered hoarsely at her, feeling my face turn red. "That was a secret…"

"Oh, Lexi, that's no big secret." Another girl said, "He makes me wet, too!" She laughed, and Marisa threw her my panties. She held them up, sniffing them with a giggle. "Yup, smells like mine after music class, I'm sure!"

"Just give'em here, we gotta get to the gym!" I huffed, my face burning, and my panties went sailing over a row of lockers.

I gave that girl a heartbroken look and ran around the row after them.

The row was empty. "Where-" I started, but Marisa shouted from the other side of the locker room.

"Lexi! C'mon, get dressed, we're gonna be late! He'll make us run laps!" And with that the door slammed.

I sighed, realizing I was alone now and I was going to be the only one late to gym, and went back to my locker. The thin, increasingly-tight school-issue gym top only reached down just past my belly button now, with my budding young breasts pulling the fabric almost taut across my chest.

That wouldn't be so bad, but the too-large shorts hung low on my hips, and I could always feel the crack of my ass peaking out from behind. Sometimes when I had to jump or move quickly, well, I'm just happy I don't have any hair yet, or everyone would know that I did. Wearing these without undies was not going to go well. And don't get me started on doing butterfly stretches in those.

As I headed out, my chest jostled more than ever with the partial, unrestrained support of the gym shirt, and I made a mental note to talk to Mom about bras. Especially sports bras.

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