Even though the women in the locker room were completely ignoring him, Biff still felt very exposed. It wasn't that he was naked, the towel and t-shirt were covering more than enough of him, but rather that he'd never been in the girl's changing room before. If it wasn't so confusing, he was pretty sure this would be the beginning of an erotic dream. As it was he didn't know what to think.
He took one step further into the room, then, encouraged by the lack of screaming, followed it up with another. Soon he was walking casually, openly oggling the women in their various stages of dress, until he was in front of locker #333. Sure, he knew it wouldn't work, but on a whim he spun his combination.
Biff's mouth dropped open as the lock clicked open as he spun the last number. "What the..." he muttered as he took it off the latch and opened the door.
Inside the locker he found...
