There were five of us on our college cheerleading squad.
We were really working up a sweat practicing all afternoon, while the football team was doing their practice, too. We all finished up at about the same time, and we girls hit the locker room.
Just then, our coach informed us that the showers didn’t work! We were drenched in sweat and desperately needed to get clean and fresh. “Well, the boys’ shower works across the hall. I’m sure they won’t mind,” she replied in fun, then left the locker room. We could hear the running water across the way.
“I’m almost ready to do it, I’m so sweaty!” said Paulette. “Well, why not?” replied Monica. “Why not? I’m not showering with a bunch of guys!” I said.
Monica turned to me and said “Well, you can do what you want, but I’m gonna get clean anyway I know-how. Besides, aside from a couple of minor body differences, we’re all the same, so what’s the big deal? Come on, Red, you got nothing to be ashamed of.”
My nickname was “Red” because of my red hair and freckles against my pale, white skin.