Kat and Kay, sophomores at State, were in the locker room almost undressed when someone behind them said, “Oops. Sorry.”

Turning they discovered a man hurrying toward the exit.

“What the...” Kay exclaimed, and she hurried after the man. The door was just swinging closed.

“Coach Taylor,” she heard someone call. “You do realize that’s the women’s locker room.”

“Yeah,” Taylor replied. “The pink shoulda clued me in, but I’m a little color blind. Also those girls in there—so flat-chested they could’ve been boys.”

Kay reported back to Kat.

“Jerk,” said Kat.

“Does your booblessness ever bother you?” Kay asked.

“Booblessness—I like that. But no, I’m okay with who I am. How about you?”

“Mostly,” Kay admitted. “But sometimes...”

“I know what you mean,” Kat acknowledged.

“We should stick together,” Kay said.

“Yeah, maybe we should form a club. We could called it the Itty Bitty Titty club. IBT for short.”

“I love that idea,” Kay said. “So what should we do in this club?”

Kat shrugged. “One thing for sure, we should teach that Coach Taylor a lesson.”