The bright flash of the camera finally alerted John to the fact that he was not alone. He turned with shock to see Mark, the school jock, standing in the bathroom with a phone in his hand. Embarrassed beyond belief, John tried to cover up his nude body. But there was just so much to hide he didn't know what to cover.
"What the hell! " said John angrily. "What the fuck are you doing here!?"
"Whoa, whoa. It was all just an innocent accident, I swear, " said Mark. "I was supposed to meet you for a tutoring session and I just wandered into here. I didn't know you were masturbating, John. I'll just go and let you finish."
"Wait... did you just call me John? How much did you see?" asked John nervously.
Then he looked closely at the smart phone in Mark's hand. The smart phone that could take pictures and digitally record him.
"Give me that!" screeched John as he reached up with one hand and tried to grab it, still using the other to try to stay covered up.
But Mark was much quicker and much taller than John. He easily held it out of reach.
"No way, man. Back off! Nobody touches my phone, and I mean nobody," said Mark angrily.
John frowned. He had to get that phone. If Mark had recorded his transformation and little masturbation session, he could post it online for all the other students to see. His reputation would be ruined. Hell, his life would be ruined. He had to get that phone and erase any incriminating evidence. John knew he obviously couldn't outmuscle Mark and it didn't appear that appealing to his common human decency was going to work. He needed to try a different tactic.