It was morning and the day had already gotten off to a bad start. I was late, having a bad hair day, couldn't find the outfit I planned on wearing, and to top it off, my roomate was pestering the hell out of me.
"Come on Stacy, you're going to make us late for class!" Stacy said, beating on the bathroom door.
"Alright already," I said. "I'm almost finished." I gave my hair a few more sprays, tapped it a few times. Yeah, it was welded together. My own personal hair helmet. I had finally beat the frilly mess into submission, now I only had to pray no one tried to touch it.
I opened up the door and there Stacy was, arms crossed, tapping her foot, wearing an ungrateful look on her face and the clothes I planned to wear on her back.
"You little bitch! Those are my clothes!" I said.
"No they're not. You said I could have them."
"The hell I did you little thief." The answer to my outfit problem had been answered "Go on. Take them off. We're going to swap right now."
I had given her some old clothes, but certainly not those. We were swapping clothes and that was that. I wanted to make a good impression on this hunk in my Sociology class. I stepped out of my shoes, took off my sweatshirt, and pulled down my jeans.
"I'm not taking them off," Stacy said. "You gave them to me."
I advanced, grabbed my blouse, the blouse she was wearing. She pushed me. I heard the sound of rending fabric. I was still holding on the part of my blouse, the rest flapped open on her chest.
"You bitch!" she accused. "You fucking ripped my shirt."
"It was my shirt anyway."
"Oh it's on now!" Stacy said advancing on me.
I tried to fend her off, but when she pushed me, I still had me feet tangled up in my jeans. I tripped and fell to the floor. She pounced on my back and pushed my arm up painfully behind my back. Where did she learn this stuff?
"Say uncle," she said.
"Fuck you! Yeowch!" It was useless. She had me. She was smaller, but she had thoroughly trounced me.
"Say uncle."
"Uncle."
"Now hold real still."
"What are you doing?" I could feel her undoing my bra.
"Anything I want. Put your other arm behind your back now, and I'm going to let this one go."
I did and she did. She switched arms and I was just as helpless as before. I was also without a bra. I felt her foot wiggle between the cheeks of my bottom and she pushed down stripping me totally naked.
She whispered in my ear. "Guess what, I'm going to have to get a new shirt to wear, but you're going to need a whole new outfit."
I was helpless to stop her as she tossed each article of my outfit into the toilet.
"And now for the piece de resistance!" Stacy said. She pulled out my sweatshirt from the toilet and wrung it out over my head. "I bet your classmates would be surprised to find out where you washed your hair."
I bet Billy Morgan would be even more surprised to find out how wet I was.