"Laura." Harry thought as he closed his eyes. When he opened them again he was standing in front of an open locker. The basketball sitting on the top shelf told him it was Laura's, but he (now she) was more interested in the mirror on the inside of the locker's door. Reflected in it, she could see Laura's small, feminine face with its big, green eyes and pouty red lips, framed by long, dark-brown hair. Her slender neck gave way to petite shoulders and a chest sporting a pair of full, perfectly rounded breasts, barely restrained by the black sports bra she could see beneath the blue and yellow basketball singlet.
Looking down at herself, she saw that she was wearing short, tight, black sports shorts that barely covered her ass. Her legs were long and had a golden tan, not surprising given that she played basketball, and she wore trainers on her feet.
School was finished for the day, and Laura's mind was telling Harry it was her daily ritual to shoot some hoops at the school courts. Grabbing the size 6 basketball, she eagerly complied and began to walk to the courts.