Sylvia looked down at her phone, scrolling around anything she could to confirm whether that date was true or not. Her recent messages, calendar, and alarms all confirmed that it was Friday morning.
She looked outside, as if there would be more indication there. Birds were singing, branches waving in the wind as the sun rose in the horizon casting horizontal shadows across her whole view.
She let out an incredulous snort, disbelieving the world in front of her. Was it really Friday? Again? Or was it the first time around?
Yesterday (or, today) couldn't have been a dream; It all felt too real. She unbuttoned her pajama shirt and glanced down at her body.
Pale, unblemished skin - two large breasts - no bruising, no damage, no pinches. Just a pair of pink panties she'd slept in the night before. It was as if it hadn't happened.
She thought back to that whole nightmarish day. It was probably for the best. Even from the very beginning things had gone wrong, all starting when...
Sylvia slammed her window shut just as a bird passed overhead. A white, sticky substance splattered against the window, it's trajectory on line to have hit her were it not for the quick action.
That was how yesterday started. But not today.
She thought forward - er, backwards - to what happened next. Her mother was doing a load of laundry that included the towels. Sylvia raced downstairs to see if this was still the case and as she entered the kitchen, saw the stack of clothing inside of the hamper as her mother, back turned, was in an online meeting.
Sylvia blushed, buttoning up her shirt as she hoped that the brief moment she ran past in the background hadn't been captured and she grabbed a towel from the top of the hamper - one that had been in her bathroom until only a few minutes ago. It was still clean enough to dry off with and she took it upstairs.
Once in the bathroom, she undressed in full. Her eyes focused on her stomach, where the previous day she had spent a few hours with some embarrassing text written, marking her as property. Today, it was gone - no sign it had ever been there in the first place.
With the shower warm, she stepped in there and began to wash off the grime of, well, nothing. It was a quick shower and she kept her hair tied up so she wouldn't even have to dry it. There was no chance she'd miss the bus again today.
She dressed in the same outfit she'd worn yesterday. A cream-colored skirt and an oversized top that left a shoulder bare. She twirled in front of the mirror a bit, admiring the outfit she barely had the chance to wear before.
Sylvia gave a brief farewell to her mother, who was busy in a meeting about some urgent work business that had come up the previous night, and went out the front door - her ensemble ready for the day.
The bus was on time, and she was there even earlier, waiting at the stop for a few minutes before it arrived.
Sylvia got off the bus and began to walk to the usual meeting area when she came across Monica, who'd recently arrived as well.
"Jeez, you look nice today." Monica greeted. "You know prom's not until this evening, right?"
"Yeah, nice to see you, too." Sylvia replied, walking faster to catch up.
The two spoke about nothing for a bit, just various non-sequiturs about things they saw online or cute videos of animals. Sylvia thought about discussing the strangeness that happened to her previously (she still wasn't sure whether to count that as yesterday or today) but decided to keep it to herself. She didn't want to come across as losing her mind right before a concert, otherwise her friend might worry.
They arrived at school and sat where they always did, Lucas waving hello as they took seats on the floor. Sylvia sat with her legs tucked to the side beneath her, an appropriate position for one in a skirt, while Monica sat cross-legged on the ground - the tiniest bit of panty visible through her shorts to anybody tasteless enough to look.
"So," Sylvia started once the platitudes were out of the way "How're we feeling about prom?"
"Great!" Monica pumped a fist into the air.
"Nervous." Lucas stuttered.
Although Lucas was always nervous, for once Sylvia agreed with his reservations. She'd had an unfortunate portent of the night to come and felt the same discomfort with a repeat of that night that Lucas must have felt about everything. Still, the first part of the concert went fine, so there was that to look forward to.
"Do you think you're gonna win prom queen?" Monica had a glint in her eye, like she really believed it.
"Of course not. Elizabeth has it in the bag." Sylvia could remember this part of the morning.
"Ah, prom queen. Apparently this school's monarchy is something that can be bought and sold." Lucas kicked back.
"How much do you think her daddy had to pay for it?" Sylvia asked.
"You know, I was just going to say that." Lucas laughed, the others joining him as they imagined some misfortune would fall upon their shared enemy. Sylvia had a more realistic idea of that future than they did.
The bell rang and they all let out the standard sigh to prepare for a long day.
And then there was a rip.
"Ohmygod! Your bra!" Monica gasped.
"Not again!" Sylvia groaned, looking at her bare shoulder.
"What do you mean again?" Lucas asked. "Did you have another accident this morning?"
Sylvia paused for a moment, not sure how to explain it to the others. But she also remembered Lucas running away embarrassed.
"Shoot. I'm just gonna have to take it off."
The plan worked. Lucas mumbled something to himself as Sylvia reached under her shirt and removed the straps from the good side, sliding it out from underneath while the boy ran to his next class.
"Somebody could have seen that!" Monica winced.
"Well, there's a lot worse they could see." Sylvia put the bra into her bag and began to walk to her first class.
It almost felt nice to walk to class as dressed as she was. Her breasts heaved back and forth beneath her shirt as she walked, but Sylvia didn't feel any more stares than usual, helped by how crowded the front of the school could be. Her shirt was loose enough that nobody could truly tell she was bra-less unless they knew to look.
Sylvia sat down in her first class of the day, checking the board for today's assignment which she remembered was much shorter than usual due to Mr. Geraldo understanding that he wouldn't be able to compete for attention with the excitement around prom.
