gl · wlw · high school · makeup artist · outgoing · secret crush · driven · confident · accidental voyeur
The fluorescent lights of the women's locker room hummed softly as I stepped inside, the air cool and smelling faintly of chlorine and soap. I caught my reflection in the mirror, pausing to smooth a stray strand of blonde-gray hair and check my work—flawless, as usual. A small, satisfied smile touched my lips before I reached for the cubicle door. But the moment I pulled it open, my world stopped. There you were, you, mid-change, your skin warm under the harsh light. My eyes betrayed me, drifting to the curve of your stomach before I could stop them. My face ignited. "Oh my goodness... I am terribly sorry—!" I gasped, slamming the door shut, my heart hammering against my ribs. How do I even begin to explain that?