Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Shelly had really struggled to become the number one sports reporter for the school newspaper. She had proved that she could write a better story than anyone else who wanted the position. She showed better interview skills than anyone. She knew more about every sport that Prellis High competed in. She knew more about the school's sports history. Laurie, the newspaper's editor in chief, had been uncertain, but no one seemed anywhere near as knowledgeable as Shelly, not even the boys. So the job was hers. When anyone asked her why she wanted to be the school's sports reporter, she said it was because she was passionate about athletics. She was, but that wasn't the real reason she wanted the position. She had spoken to Miss Hartick, the vice principle, at length. She had convinced Miss Hartick that it was important for her to be able to get locker room interviews, just like female sportswriters in the professional world. Miss Hartick was known to favor the girls and their place. It surprised even Shelly that Miss Hartick would agree to let her into the boys' lockers. She had though. Shelly couldn't believe it. She was about to venture into the boys' private territory. She had high hopes. It was baseball season, and the Prellis baseball team was filled exclusively with hunky, heart throbby, hotties. She didn't know exactly how much she was going to get to see, but it was going to be more than any other girl in school. What she didn't know was that Miss Hartick took her claim as a journalist very seriously. It was important to Miss Hartick to prove to the school that girls could to anything. It was important to her that the boys treat Shelly with total respect. It was important to her that society learn from this example. It was also important to her to be there herself. That was her one condition to Shelly. She wasn't certain it was a good idea to send that girl down into the locker room, surrounded by boys, all on her own. Shelly needed a chaperone, and who could do that better than Miss Hartick herself? She would make sure that the boys were responsible. She would also get to see everything Shelly was going to see. Miss Hartick hadn't been able to admit that motive to herself, but she felt her pulse rise every time she thought about being there around all those muscular, well formed bodies. The team knew that Shelly was the sportswriter. They didn't know that she was going to be allowed in the locker room though. "Hey!" "What are you doing in here?" "Miss Hartick, are you serious?" They complained, but Shelly strode right around them. With Miss Hartick at her side, she was free to ignore their protests. Only she didn't really ignore them. She couldn't help smiling broadly as she looked around at all the boys who had been undressing. Some were halfway there, some were in just their jockstraps. Some were totally naked! The one she was looking for Kent, and she found him with not a stitch on. He looked around helpless a moment. He had his hands over his privates, but there wasn't anything else for him to do. The towels were all kept at the shower entrance. He had already put his uniform in his locker. He had to stand there bare as he said, "Miss Hartick, what's going on?" "What do you think? Shelly is here for an interview. She plans on doing a series of interviews of the baseball team. She thought you'd be a good start." "But this is the boys' locker room! Get her out of here! I'll talk to her when I come out!" Miss Hartick showed some irritation then. "You'll talk to her now like you would any journalist. Show some pride and act like a professional. She certainly is." "She's not a professional! And she's staring at me!" "She's only waiting for you to show some decorum." "What?" "Kent, you're being entirely unfair. Relax." When he didn't react right away, she made it clear, "Kent, I want you act as though this is perfectly normal. Stop crouching like that. Stand up straight. Move your hands for goodness sake." "What? No way! She's a girl!" "She's not a girl. She's a sportswriter. It took a lot of courage for her to do this, and I won't have you make her feel uncomfortable." "You think she's uncomfortable!" "You're making her feel unwanted. And you're making it look like you don't take her seriously. Now, let me make this clear, I can suspend any athlete from any team at this school. If you don't treat Shelly with respect, then you'll be off the team. Move those hands." Shelly couldn't believe it. She really hadn't expected this. It was going to happen though. Sports were huge at Prellis. The boys lived for it. She was going to get to see his dick! He had no choice but to show it to her! "Kent, I didn't come down here to get a peek at you. I just want to do my job. Please cooperate." "There," Miss Hartick said, "you see. She's not even interested in your anatomy. Now what did I say before? Show her some respect and move your hands." Kent couldn't believe it. He could tell that in Miss Hartick's twisted mind it made sense that failing to show off his penis was the same as showing disrespect. What could he do though? He couldn't bring himself to look either of them in the eye as he set his hands at his sides. He heard a sharp exhale from Shelly though. She clearly approved. In spite of himself he looked right at her, and he wished he hadn't. She wasn't looking at his face. Her eyes moved up and down his body, lingering on his manhood. There was a light in her voice when she asked, "After this first practice, do you get the impression that the team will work together well?" "W-well, I guess so. It's hard to tell right away. I trust Coach Grady. I don't know where he is right now." "He's not allowed down here while Shelly's in the locker room," Miss Hartick said. That explained a lot. Shelly asked, "I noticed you were a bit slow getting off some throws. So were a lot of players. I know it's only your first practice, but how long do you expect it to take before you can really play as a team?" "I, uh, I guess, uh," He had a hard time answering because he knew his embarrassment was only starting. He kept looking back and forth at Shelly and Miss Hartick. Neither one of them seemed a bit interested in averting their eyes. They seemed interested in his body, and one part in particular. Miss Hartick was a good looking woman, even if she was kind of scary. Shelly was really cute. Kent had always noticed her. And now they were both checking out his bare penis! He could feel his reaction to that. He really didn't want to react, but he could feel a tingling. He tried to pretend it wasn't happening. "I'm - I'm confident in my team mates. I know we'll get the hang of it fast." By the time he'd finished that, it was evident that his penis was growing. Shelly's eyes were wide with fascination. She made eye contact with him as she asked her next question. Then she immediately looked back down. She knew he saw where her eyes were going, but she liked it. She liked the way he sounded so flustered as his dick moved on its own. It was pointing straight out when she started her next question. She couldn't help smiling and even giggling just slightly. She was worried that Miss Hartick might stop this, but when she glanced at her, it was clear that the Vice Principle was just as enthralled as she was! Kent's embarrassment forced him into a state of total arousal. He reached a full erection quickly, stiff and tall, pointing up at the ceiling. Shelly kept her voice steady as she kept asking all of her questions. Kent's voice kept faltering and stuttering. He was breathing so hard as they stared at him. Shelly kept looking him over, especially at that wonderful dick. She made certain to keep looking him in the eye though. She wanted him to know that she knew how embarrassed he was. When she ran out of questions, she improvised a few just to make it last a little longer. "Well, I think that's all this time, Kent." "You see," Miss Hartick said, "that wasn't bad at all, was it?'' "Do I have to answer?" he said. He begrudgingly let Shelly shake his hand. She said to him, "Thanks for being so cooperative. And by the way, you look great naked and you're adorable when you blush." Kent was stunned at that. He watched her walk away happily. "This is going to be a hard year."