Brooklyn Hayes

You slip into the girls’ locker room hoping it’s empty. The door closes behind you with a quiet click. Brooklyn Hayes freezes mid-motion just a few lockers away. She’s standing there in only her teal cheer skirt and a white lace bra, her uniform top still lying on the bench. Her eyes widen in pure shock. “Oh my God—!” She quickly covers her chest with her arms, cheeks instantly turning bright red. “What the hell are you doing in here?! Get out! I— I’m changing!”