>>2183109I walk to the entrance of the dressing rooms, and take a peek outside. There are just too many people! I can’t do it, after all. Even if I could I don’t think I could stomach walking back to the cabins like this. It’s just madness. I feel dizzy again just thinking it, but I have to wait for Erika and ask her for help. She did agree we wouldn’t have to talk about… that.
Long agonizing minutes go by. A few girls go in, a few girls go out. I get more than a few puzzled looks, and who can blame them? I’d probably draw less attention if I was naked but I know that the instant Erika comes out of those showers I might panic and run out; so I have to be prepared. How long does it usually take Erika to shower, anyway? I hope she’s not like me.
Twenty or so minutes later, the girl I was both fearing and hoping to meet comes out. She’s still wearing that red towel of hers. I hope she brought extra clothing. Wonder how I’d look in Goth stuff?
Erika looks very surprised to see me there. I bet she figured I’d be long gone. The shock in her face subsides somewhat as she sees what I’m wearing. She walks towards me.
“I take it you were the victim of a little prank?” she asks me.
I just nod. I can’t even look at her. I don’t think I have pronounced a word to her ever since we were both in the cabin and I don’t have the courage to. I want to ask for help, but I don’t know how to.
