Just then Miss Williams came in. "Miss Roberts! You can't be in here! Program people must use the opposite-sex locker rooms! Go there at once."Here we...go. "Miss Williams, the rules specifically state that the USE of restrooms and gym prep facilities shall be done in the opposite-sex's room. It does NOT deny the person the right to be physically present IN the room of the same sex, unless she is using the room for its purpose. Miss Roberts is simply standing here, being present, but is NOT using. It was a standard white bra, like one he would have found in his mother's drawers. It matched the pair of panties he had taken from her as well. He could clearly see the panties in the mirror too. They were fairly loose fitting, and hid Kevin's penis pretty easily. While he had turned 18 a few months back, Kevin was still waiting for his cock to grow bigger.He turned to the doorway, slightly startled by someone walking past. It could have been his father, or his older brother, who was home this. Was itthe hair? He kept his hair short and neat, a click or two shy of a buzzcut. This hair was short, but it was ... thin and stringy. Or was ithis arm? As he moved it towards his head, he could feel the fat on hisnon-existent bicep wobble slightly. Or his voice? His groan was not hisown. It sounded raspy from a night of drink, but it also sounded...higher.It was too much. It was overload. Instead of screaming he just lookedand felt everything he could. His body ... was out of shape,. "Sorry, Becky. This is wrong! You're my best friend!" And you're my dream girl." Oh my god!" She was stunned. "You're a friggin' dyke!" No, no! Not a dyke. I just, love girls, is all." I can't believe this. My best friend is a fucking lesbian!"By now, tears were filling my eyes. "I've always loved you, but if you're acting like that, fine!" I wiped my eyes and took a few steps away. To my surprise and delight, she wrapped an arm around my waist, spun me around, and kissed me passionately.I.