A Second Generation Whateley Academy Story
A Dragon Abroad
Monday 12th September
I stumbled towards the showers with mixed feelings of anticipation and dread, both considerably muted by my pre-coffee zombie state. Hey, it's not all that bad a condition - at least it means that waiting in line for a shower isn't quite as boring, mainly because I don't remember all of it. So I mumbled greetings to the other girls queuing up, and idly admired the way Laura jiggled when she dried off. I was still trying to work out if she did it deliberately to make us watch, or she simply hadn't realised she was doing it now she was a girl. I'd have bet on the first, but it was hardly something I could just ask her, was it?
I was just hanging up my robe to get in the shower when I heard a loud gasp from behind me. Turning around, I saw Poe's other Frosh dragongirl looking at me and blushing red.
"Is something the matter, Chessa?"
She shook her head, still blushing an interesting colour.