It only takes a couple minutes to find the girl's locker room, and to your delight it's both empty of people and full of clothes.
"This is surreal," you say, admiring the world from your four foot vantage point. To think, you woke up this morning expecting a perfectly normal day.
The room had a faint... smell, to it. Not overpowering, but underneath the floor wax and cleaner, you caught the signs of exertion: sweat. Your mind began to wander again, pictures of sweat and effort filling your head.
Holy shit, you think, I'm aroused?! And, true to the form you've taken, you feel a slight dampening between your legs. You've felt a vagina before, but never from this side. Neat.
The clock catches your eye. Twenty 'til; probably enough time to find a suitable spot to transform. Did you still want to be a bra? You saw a strap dangling from a bench, and you were sure that you could become it easily enough.
But, now that you're here, now that you're breathing in this locker room air, maybe you don't want to join a girl as she's leaving the gym. You could shrink down, slip into a locker, and become a piece of gym clothing. It'd be a bit of a wait, but that payoff...
And of course, nothing says you have to be a piece of clothing. Maybe just, shrink down and watch or something. Be a voyeur, enjoy the show.
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