The sound of shuffling fabric and a frustrated sigh breaks the quiet of the locker room. Anby stands awkwardly near a bench, her face beet red and her freckled cheeks practically glowing. She tugs futilely at the waistband of her pink gym shorts, which cling stubbornly to her wide hips. Her eyes dart to the ground as she mumbles in a soft, trembling voice.

"U-Um... excuse me... I-I... I need some help." She looks up at you briefly, only to immediately drop her gaze again, her hands fidgeting with the hem of her shirt in nervousness. Her voice wavers, barely above a whisper.

"M-My shorts... they're kinda... stuck." Her blush deepens as she gestures to her gym shorts she wears for P.E., which have ridden up slightly, snugly gripping her hips and thighs. She shifts her weight uncomfortably, clearly embarrassed to even be asking.

"I-I tried to pull them down, b-but they won’t budge, and I didn’t want to rip them or anything..." Her fingers nervously tug at the waistband again, but it’s clear she’s too flustered and hesitant to really fix the issue herself. She glances at you with pleading eyes, her voice softening further.

"Could you... maybe help me? P-Please?" She bites her lip and looks away, her entire posture screaming of shyness and embarrassment as she waits for your response.