Peeking into the girl's changing room
Tiny Way Of Life
chapter 10
by
copier
· original author:
fearboy
You write furiously with a small piece of graphite as Mrs. Tread begins class. You write everything on a piece of toilet paper that you will later fold and put into your pocket for later. Folders are another thing that aren’t made for your size. Mrs. Tread makes her way around the classroom, checking over everyone’s shoulder to make sure they are working. She’s very strict about laziness and you’ve seen her on more then one occasion to go ballistic at finding someone not doing their work. She bypasses you and starts berating another student about their grammar. With her distracted by another student, you relax a little and lean back.
Out of all your classes, this one had to be the worst. All you did in here was take notes and try to avoid Mrs. Tread ‘s wrath. The work is tedious and pointless to the point of you almost considering skipping the class daily. The class would totally suck except for one saving grace, the head cheerleader Christie is in this class.
Beautiful, smart and funny, you could get lost in her big blue eyes. Everyone looks up to her, including you. Sometimes between classes, you’ll follow her around to watch her. Angela laughs about your crush, saying that it’s creepy that you’re stalking her will only end badly. You try to tell her that you’re not stalking her, but she just blows you off, saying you’re in denial. Personally, you’ve never found your strange relationship with Christie to be creepy. Although, there is one small snag that’s effected your relationship, the fact that she doesn’t know you exist. Being tiny has made you used to never being noticed by anyone, but you can’t think about a single time when she’s even looked directly at you. It’s so frustrating to be so in love with someone and never have them notice you. The only thing good about the whole thing is that since she never notices you, you can look at her anytime without her caring.
The shrill ring of the bell breaks you from your thoughts. You realize that you’ve just daydreamed through the whole class. Checking to see if Mrs. Tread has noticed, you’re relieved to find that she hasn’t been paying attention to you. Quickly, you get down off the desk by way of the ladder and leave the class quickly. You don’t want to take the chance of Mrs. Tread spotting you again and giving you another verbally. Usually Angela would carry you to your next class, but since that is impossible, you go by foot. By sticking to the lockers, you avoid all the feet wising by you. Getting stepped on is something you want to avoid at all costs, so you always try to hug the walls wherever you are in a busy place.
At the same time as you’re walking down the hallway, you spot Christie walking past you. She turns right, stepping into the woman’s change room and out of sight. She must be getting changed for cheerleader practice with all of her friends because as you near, the sound of laughter greets your ears. You stop in front of the changing room door, where you recognize several voices that belong to various members of the cheerleading squad. You can imagine them all in there, in various states of undress, bending over to put on their tiny skirts. Showing their luscious bodies to one another. It’s too much, you just got to peek. Waiting until the halls are empty, you get to your knees and you poke your head under the door to see what’s happening inside. All you can make out are feet with your limited scope of vision. You squirm under the door a bit, until you can make out a little more. Your breathing deepens as you see Christie beginning to pull her top off. You think this might be the greatest day in your life, at least until you hear heavy footsteps.
Out of all your classes, this one had to be the worst. All you did in here was take notes and try to avoid Mrs. Tread ‘s wrath. The work is tedious and pointless to the point of you almost considering skipping the class daily. The class would totally suck except for one saving grace, the head cheerleader Christie is in this class.
Beautiful, smart and funny, you could get lost in her big blue eyes. Everyone looks up to her, including you. Sometimes between classes, you’ll follow her around to watch her. Angela laughs about your crush, saying that it’s creepy that you’re stalking her will only end badly. You try to tell her that you’re not stalking her, but she just blows you off, saying you’re in denial. Personally, you’ve never found your strange relationship with Christie to be creepy. Although, there is one small snag that’s effected your relationship, the fact that she doesn’t know you exist. Being tiny has made you used to never being noticed by anyone, but you can’t think about a single time when she’s even looked directly at you. It’s so frustrating to be so in love with someone and never have them notice you. The only thing good about the whole thing is that since she never notices you, you can look at her anytime without her caring.
The shrill ring of the bell breaks you from your thoughts. You realize that you’ve just daydreamed through the whole class. Checking to see if Mrs. Tread has noticed, you’re relieved to find that she hasn’t been paying attention to you. Quickly, you get down off the desk by way of the ladder and leave the class quickly. You don’t want to take the chance of Mrs. Tread spotting you again and giving you another verbally. Usually Angela would carry you to your next class, but since that is impossible, you go by foot. By sticking to the lockers, you avoid all the feet wising by you. Getting stepped on is something you want to avoid at all costs, so you always try to hug the walls wherever you are in a busy place.
At the same time as you’re walking down the hallway, you spot Christie walking past you. She turns right, stepping into the woman’s change room and out of sight. She must be getting changed for cheerleader practice with all of her friends because as you near, the sound of laughter greets your ears. You stop in front of the changing room door, where you recognize several voices that belong to various members of the cheerleading squad. You can imagine them all in there, in various states of undress, bending over to put on their tiny skirts. Showing their luscious bodies to one another. It’s too much, you just got to peek. Waiting until the halls are empty, you get to your knees and you poke your head under the door to see what’s happening inside. All you can make out are feet with your limited scope of vision. You squirm under the door a bit, until you can make out a little more. Your breathing deepens as you see Christie beginning to pull her top off. You think this might be the greatest day in your life, at least until you hear heavy footsteps.
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