The Worst Day(s) of My Life: Day 01 - Sex Stories

The Worst Day(s) of My Life: Day 01

... among the rest of them, chatting with the revolving posse of whoever she hadn't started a rumor about for her own social gain recently. It was a series of fake relationships formed out of a toxic need to be 'in' with the others who were also 'in'.

Sylvia would happily choose her life with a few close friends than a life with several 'acquaintances' any day.

She turned off her shower head and left the area, re-emerging into the main section of the girl's locker room. Patting her face dry with a towel, she made her way back to the bench where her uniform lay, hoping that by now it was at least a bit dried than before.

But there was only empty bench.

She wrapped the towel around her chest. Surely, she had left it here, it couldn't have gone far.

Sylvia checked beneath the benches, then began spiraling out to search for any other signs of the clothes she had had on before. Nothing.

"Elizabeth." She thought. It was the most likely explanation that the jealous girl snatched the clothes off the bench in some sort of childish prank, no doubt hiding them somewhere so she could laugh at her nudity.

The bells began to ring as the last few girls funneled out of the locker room and to their next class. Sylvia still didn't have her clothes, so she resigned to simply putting on the mostly destroyed outfit she had been wearing earlier that day. She hung up the towel on a locker near to hers and reached for the lock. But something was strange.

The corner of the ...

... locker had an unseemly bend in it, the metal at its base torn in a few places as there was a clear sign of tampering. No way.

She tried the combination and, after a bit of struggling with the jammed lock, was able to get the locker open. All that was inside was a small bag containing soaps and deodorants. Her clothes were gone.

"Damn it!" Sylvia cursed under breath.

She tried to brainstorm an idea - something to do to get out of here. There were no clothes left to her but the towel she had hung up on the wall. It was possible that she could simply break into another locker, they were notoriously easy to crack open to anybody with a strip of metal and a bit of leverage, but she didn't feel like breaking into anything.

The gym coach could possibly help her out, but she'd run off earlier yelling something about her car being scratched up. The office door, which connected to the rest of the locker room, was locked.

She could only think of one other place to go.

The Lost and Found.

But that was all the way on the other side of the school, near the front offices. It was possible to make it there while avoiding the major hallway networks of the school if you were willing to take some back hallways. Even though classes had started, there were sure to be some stragglers behind, or students who had an off block that were meandering around.

Besides, it wasn't like she was naked. She had a gym towel.

Students weren't supposed to take gym towels out of the locker ...