Robbie smiled and thought, "Maybe not just someone, maybe a lot of people."
Robbie stripped down to his sneakers and sped out of the locker room. As he raced down the hall his size fluctuated with every stare. An inch more with every guy's glance, and an inch less with every girl's clare. He was just passing the Girls Locker Room when his bud Zack dashed up and shoved him into the Girls Locker Room, whispering, "The pricipal's coming, quick hide!"
Robbie fell and picked himself up. There were a dozen girls gaping at him. As his manhood retracted, Robbie gasped, jumped to his feet. He could hear Mr. Burnham asking Zack if he knew anything about a streaker. Robbie turned and ran through the Girls Locker Room toward the other exit. He lost both shoes as he shrank while running. He ran by at least 40 girls, and as he slid between the gap between the door and the threshold. He realized it must have been closer to 70 girls that had seen him. He was now smaller than a cockroach as he ran across the gym floor toward the giant bleachers and safety.