Natsumi wasn't able to tell exactly what she'd become, but she could sense her body was a long, slightly curved object. Not rock solid, but a little bit flexible. Nothing exactly sprang to mind right away. The closest thing she could think of was a pool noodle, but that wouldn't have fit in the girls' lockers.
The locker door wouldn't be opened for a long while. The anticipation with zero stimulation to keep her occupied was driving her absolutely nuts! She never thought she'd miss just scrolling through Twitter mindlessly...
Hours later, when Natsumi figured the girls had long since gone home, she heard more footsteps and quiet whispers approach her. She couldn't tell exactly which members' voices they were. A locker combination was put in, and the warm light of an afterschool sunset flooded her confined space.
Natsumi was horrified to realize what exactly she'd become: A shiny shiver vibrator... a simple sex toy. Natsumi herself had a similar one back home in her underwear drawer. If the trendy girl had a face, it would be contorted into a look of terror, disgust and embarrassment. But who exactly opened the locker? That surprised her even more...
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