Switched Up

3-I: Here we go.

The weekend flew by in a flash. Sam's shopping trip had been taken care of and they figured out a plan to help Sam conquer the boy's locker room.

The trio woke up to their alarms that Monday for their first day of school.

Sam sprung out of bed and shouted, "Guys! It's here! School's starting!"

Oliver chuckled while pulling the covers off himself.

"Someone's hyper," he said.

"Of course I am! I'm soooo excited!"

Her positive attitude made him smile.

"That's good to hear."

He stood up and walked over to Jack's bed.

"Jack, get up dude," he said while shaking Jack's shoulder.

"Nnngh... It's time for school already?" groaned Jack, eyes half open.

"Yup. Better get used to waking up early again."

"Ugh..."

Jack rolled onto his back, stretched his arms over his head, yawned, and turned back onto his stomach, smooshing his face into his pillow.

"Jack~," sang Oliver.

"Okaaay. I'm up, I'm up," he said, groggily pulling off his covers.

"Not a morning person?" asked Sam.

"Not at all," replied Jack between his yawn.

Sam chuckled and made her way over to the bathroom so she could change into her uniform.

The first thing she did was slip on the cloth band and adjust it around her chest. It was thin, so it wouldn't bulk under her clothing, but it was tight enough to compress her chest and stay in place when she moved around. Next, she put on a pair of boxers over her normal underwear so she could safely take off her pants in the boy's locker. She didn't mind wearing the boxers because it felt like she was wearing shorts underneath her pants.

A few minutes later, Sam was fully clothed in her crisp, once-worn uniform. When she walked out, she saw Jack and Oliver also in their uniforms.

"You guys look sharp," commented Sam while putting her pajamas back in her dresser.

Oliver struck a boisterous pose and said, "Think I can win Honey over like this?"

"Not if you do that," sassed Sam.

"That'll make her run away," added Jack.

Oliver glared at Sam and Jack, causing them to turn away and tremble with silent laughter.

"You two can leave. I don't need your 'tudes," sulked Oliver, shooing them away with his hand.

Jack and Sam looked at each other and grinned.

Sam walked over to her desk and packed her school supplies into her backpack. She put it on, walked over to the full length mirror, and started fixing the wrinkles in her uniform.

She stared at herself for a while, eventually letting out a big sigh.

"Guys..."

The boys turned their heads to look at her.

"This is gonna work right? I felt really confident earlier, but now I'm starting to get nervous that I will get caught or something."

Oliver walked over to Sam and placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Sam, it's going to be fine, okay? Seriously. Trust us. We got your back," he said.

Sam looked at Oliver through the mirror and smiled at him.

"Thanks... that makes me feel better."

"Alright!" exclaimed Oliver, moving his arm around Sam's neck and pulling her towards the door, "Let's go get breakfast!"

"Let's go!" chimed Sam.

Jack smiled at them and threw his backpack over his shoulders.

They're so close already, he thought.

The trio made sure they had everything they needed and left the room. While walking down the stairs, they saw many students wandering the dorm floors, chatting with their friends, and getting ready to leave for school.

Sam, Jack, and Oliver made their way over to the cafeteria, got their food, and sat down.  Time flew by and they eventually got up to head to their classes. Sam and Jack walked into their classroom and waved bye to Oliver, whose 1st period class was across the hall from theirs.

When Sam and Jack got into the classroom, they saw around three-fourths of the class already sitting and intermingling with each other. They checked out the electronic whiteboard screen and saw a seating chart by alphabetical last names.

"Welp, I'm over on the other side of the room. We can just meet up again before we change classes," said Sam.

"Sounds good," agreed Jack.

As soon as Sam sat down, the school day seemed to fly by. Before she knew it, it was already 6th period.

Sam walked into her last classroom of the day and sat in the seat she was assigned for alphabetical order. She noticed that the girl sitting in front of her had been in two of her other classes.

Sam reached forward and tapped the girl on the shoulder. She turned around and looked at Sam with bright, honey colored eyes. Her medium length, straight brown hair fell over her shoulders with side bangs swooped to the right.

"Hi. Sorry, this is super random, but I'm pretty sure this is our third together and you've sat in front of me for every one of them," said Sam wearing a friendly smile.

"Oh wait! I remember you! You're... Sam right?"

"Yeah! Sam Springfield."

Sam offering a hand out to her.

The girl smiled and shook it.

"I'm Opal Sorabella. It's so relieving to know that there's someone taking a majority of my honor classes with me. We can suffer together."

Sam laughed.

"We'll survive somehow."

Opal laughed along with Sam and they continued chatting until class began. When class ended, Sam introduced Opal to Jack. They talked for a little bit, but then Sam and Jack said bye to Opal so they could meet with Oliver to take the annual athletics test.

Once the trio was together, they headed down the stairs and made their way to the locker rooms. Jack and Oliver continued migrating with the flock of students heading through the locker room doors, but stopped when they realized Sam wasn't next to them.

They saw her staring at the "Men's Locker Room" sign above the door. She looked away from the sign and took in a deep breath.

"Here we go."

To be continued...