Kendra's clothes were soon soaked and clinging to her body. She continued to stand under the shower, enjoying every moment of it, turning to let the stream of water run down her body different ways. She fumbled with the buttons of her blouse, but it was hopeless so she slid her hands up under her blouse and bra to caress her breasts. Kendra loved the feeling of webbed hands fondling her tits, but there was more to it than that. While her morning rush today was accidental, she learned in the past that the longer she put off her transformation the better she felt when it finally happened. Every drop of water became sensuous. It turned her on. She knew it was a dangerous high to chase deliberately, but this was a happy accident.
She slid a amphibious hand into her panties, her extended middle finger rubbing her wet slit. Times like this she wished she had a boyfriend. Too bad nobody would ever want to have sex with a frog freak like her.
Then Kendra heard footsteps. She bit her lip to avoid making any noise besides the running water and hoped whoever it was wouldn't ask any questions. The footsteps approached then stopped. It seemed suspicious. Kendra opened her eyes and saw a fellow student she barely recognized standing in the locker room.
Two thoughts rushed through Kendra's brain. One was that in her haste she hadn't made sure the shower curtain was completely closed and now she had been seen. The other was that the person staring at her was a guy.