Dylan was not surprised this time when she touched the grey shirt and nothing happened. “Guess I am onto plan B. Find some cloths that fit and a place to crash for a while… Hopefully that will do it.” She opened the stall and stepped back into the open room with the topless girl looking back from the mirror. “Yeah, you’re cute but… I don’t think it’s going to work out. I hope it doesn’t anyways.” She bent down and picked up the jacket that was left on the ground and put it on. Her nipples popped to attention once again as the fabric slid across her bare breast and caused her to shiver. “Not sure I can ever get used to that.” She knelt and rolled up her pants legs to avoid tripping while trying to ignore the subtle movements against the jacket. She stood and checked the mirror. “I guess this isn’t quite as ridiculous as before.”
She turned and rounded the corner to the bathroom door. Slowly she unlocked it and peeked her head out to see if anyone was around. After a seconds pause she was convinced the coast was clear she hurried back towards the tennis courts where she knew she could find something to wear. Her quick almost running pace caused her breast to bounce and slide against the soft lining of the jacket which caused the wetness between her legs begin all again. “I never thought I would say this but I would kill for a bra right now.” She slowed as she approached the courts and peered around the corner just in case there was anyone still out there. Dylan breathed out a sigh of relief when she saw the court was empty. She was even happier to see a few items still sitting out on the bleacher. “Glad something decided to go smoothly today.” She hurried over to the bleachers to look over her options.