Leaving the classroom was a chore. The leather skirt Randy was wearing was very confining. He could barely move his legs. Running was certainly out of the question. But he was still able to walk quickly. And walk quickly he did, all the way to the boys' locker room. It took a little longer than he wanted it to, but he still had enough time to change and get to his next class.
Seeing that no one was around, he snuck around the locker room. Occasionally, someone left their jeans or shirt in their locker for more than just one period. And today someone did just that. As quickly as he could, Randy pulled off the leather skirt and tossed it aside, with disgust. Then he opened the locker and pulled out the pair of jeans, putting them on immediately afterward.
He sighed with relief. But his relief was apparently short-lived.
He watched in horror as the jeans he had just put on changed from blue jeans to black jeans, then from black jeans to a black denim skirt. Then the denim changed into leather. And soon he was wearing the exact same type of leather skirt as Trevor ... again.
"What the hell?!"
What Randy was just now figuring out was that he would be forced to wear the type of black leather skirts that Trevor wore for the rest of his life. If he tried to wear something else, it would just transform into the leather skirt. He'd have to either wear the skirt or nothing at all. Truthfully, he wasn't sure which was more embarrassing.
"Hey, freak. What are you doing in here?" he heard a voice say.
He turned and saw ...
