It was 8 AM, and I was awoken by the sound of my alarm clock. It was Monday morning, and I had to get up for work. I got dressed, had my breakfast, you know the usual stuff. I then put on my shoes and walked off to work. That's when things began to get weird, but I'll briefly introduce myself.
I'm Angela, a 19-year old woman with a part-time job at a fast food restaurant, with plans to attend college next year. I have long, straight, thick dark brown hair reaching down to my waistline, brown eyes, and I wear glasses. My main hobby is reading books and drawing, though I sometimes also like to cook food.
When I reached downtown, I noticed that there were only women, and none of them had any clothing covering their waist, i.e. bottomless. Being someone who goes downtown regularly, I recognized most of them, so at least they weren't complete strangers. However, I was the only woman wearing pants, and all of them looked strangely at me. I was very confused.
"Stop right there!"
A few minutes later I heard someone shouting. I turned around and saw Ms. Parker, the local police woman who, much like the other women I was seeing, only wore the upper half of her uniform. Oh, and her police belt and shoes.
"I'm going to need you to take that off as it counts as indecent exposure," Ms. Parker said.
"Take what off? My pants? What do you mean, I wear these every day!" I angrily replied.
"That's what these are called?" she replied. Ms. Parker then grabbed me and forcefully pulled down not only my pants but also my panties. I stood there, covering my pussy in embarrassment while my naked ass was exposed for all to see.
"I'm going to confiscate these so-called pants," Ms. Parker said. "Thank you!" she then said as she smiled, walking away.
Okay wait, wait, so I wake up in a world where not only are there only women, but none of them wear pants, let alone know what it is? This doesn't make sense.
I spent the next couple of minutes covering my pussy in embarrassment, but I quickly began to lose my self-consciousness. I don't understand, but whatever. Now while I would say that this could be a National Bottomless Day that I hadn't heard about, this doesn't explain the absence of men, so that cannot be what it is.
Work had the same usual routine -- I put on my work uniform, tied my hair into a bun, and put on a hairnet as I began to prepare food. As you can probably guess, everyone there is bottomless. Yes, they are all women -- the men usually at my job were all absent, and their roles were taken by women whom I had not seen or met before.
"Gah!" I yelled as I felt one of my co-workers rub my ass. "What did you do that for?"
"What do you mean?" the co-worker replied. "It's a basic gesture of greeting one another."
So rubbing ass was a way of saying hello? I was in a bad mood, thinking "Well maybe culture has just gotten degenerate, somehow overnight. After work, I'm going the library to read some books, and hopefully there are people actually wearing pants there -- as well as men."
Just as I had planned, I went to the local library after work. My expectations and pride were too high as only women were there too, and none of them were wearing any bottoms either. I was about to yell in frustration, though held back, aware that I could not make noise in the library.
A librarian walked up to me and asked, "Are you ok? Can I help you with anything?"
"No thanks, I'm fine." I said, walking to be left alone. I didn't read anything as I had planned. I walked out with a sad look on my face and returned back home.
Back at home I saw my mom with my best friend, Jenny, sitting at the table and socializing while having some coffee together.
"Hello!" both of them said to me as I said the same back.
"What's wrong, why do you have a sad look on your face?" my mom asked me.
