“O-Okay,” Avery said, a little hesitant about taking up her old hobby. But, she supposed that she could take something of a risk if she was super careful with it. It wasn't as if displays of strength were really noticeable in gymnastics anyways. Certainly not zero, but not as obvious as if she was able to tackle people in the football club. She nodded along as Marc explained that he would head to the Sports Club's booth for their gymnastics division, going with him until they reached the gymnasium, where she split off towards the restroom while he went towards the booth.

Once in the restroom, she entered a stall made quick work of changing, as she didn't want to keep Marc waiting on her and didn't want to needlessly increase her chances of getting caught. It was embarrassing enough being so small and getting mistaken for a young child all of the time. She certainly didn't need to add her incontinence onto that.
 
After everything was taken care of, she left the restroom, the only evidence of her condition a trace of the baby powder scent that seemed to linger on her, and made her way to the booth, sneaking up, signing the sign-up sheet, and snatching a pamphlet so as to avoid talking to someone for too long.

Now signed up, she turned and looked for Marc, spotting him talking to a girl behind the booth while he signed up for the club. He didn't seem to notice her at all, which wasn't all that surprising considering the fact that she was shorter than everyone else on campus and the crowd was a little thicker around the Sports Club's booths. “I-I'm back. And I signed up for gymnastics too,” she said as she stepped up to him, though still a little hesitant. The though that he might be a little miffed over having to wait for her was persistent in her mind. “Where to now?“