I woke with a start. The last thing I remembered was watching TV with my college roommate Ellen. The holes in my memory were filled with brief flashes of images, perhaps they were dreams - dreams involving a pendant and Ellen's voice.
Now, here I was, no longer in the living room, but waking up in bed. I relaxed as soon as I realized it was my own room - my own bed. But, when I looked underneath the covers, my discovery left me feeling suddenly frightened and vulnerable. I was stark naked -- and I never slept naked. I always wore a T-shirt and panties.
What had happened between last night and this morning? Maybe Ellen would know.
Ellen. I wondered if she had seen me naked. If she was the one who put me to bed, then she must have. But why? A joke maybe. She was always one for playing practical jokes - at my expense. She had short-sheeted my bed several times, put salt in the sugar bowl, and removed all the toilet paper from the bathroom. The very worst was one night when she was filling her car up with gas, she sent me in to pay. When I came back out, neither she nor her car were anywhere to be found. It was in a bad part of town and I was terrified. I was crying by the time she pulled up to the door. She was parked at the side of the store with her lights off the whole time. I was perfectly safe. But still...
But this joke, if it was a joke, left me feeling almost as uneasy as that night.
One thing was for sure, I needed to find Ellen and get to the bottom of the mystery of my missing clothes and the missing hours last night. But, first I had get out of bed and put some clothes on.
It was then I made another discovery. All my drawers were empty except for my panty drawer and my sock drawer. Only *my* panties weren't in my panty drawer. My comfortable cotton under things had all been replaced with lingerie, smaller and sheerer than anything I'd ever wear. My sensible hose and socks had also been replaced with outlandish looking stockings and thigh highs. My bras? Gone. Every last one.
I shivered as goose bumps covered my body. Maybe this was a very bad joke, or maybe I had woken up in the twilight zone. Like one of those episodes where the victim wakes up in her room, but where everything else in the world is different. Where everything and everyone are the exact opposite of how they should be. All of a sudden, I desperately needed contact with someone familiar - even a mean-spirited roommate.
"Ellen!" I called. "You've had your fun. Now where are my clothes?"
By this time I hoped Ellen was behind this. But where was she? It wasn't like her to be up at this time of the morning. She wasn't exactly what you would call motivated.
I did the only thing I could. I had to wear something, so I put on the items in my drawer. A thong. Butt-floss. It felt like it was a size too small as it tightly hugged my sex and divided the cheeks of my bottom. There were only two items in my closet. A small pleated skirt and a white blouse. Having no other options available, I put them on and went to look for Ellen.
The door to Ellen's bedroom was locked. I beat on it for several minutes and called out her name, but there was no answer. I peeked out the front window; her car wasn't in its park.
Next, I did the only thing I could think of when all else fails. I called home to mom.
"Hello?"
"Hi mom, it's me."
"Hi pumpkin. . .it's early."
Her voice was still groggy from sleep.
"I know," I said. "I just wanted to hear your voice."
"Is there something wrong?"
I thought about telling her what had happened this morning, but I didn't want to worry her. But maybe I should. . .
"Unh. ." Out of the blue, my fingers tweaked my nipple, and traveled down to my crotch.
"What is it honey?"
"Ahhh," Of their own volition, my fingers found slipped into the tight confines of my panties and teased my clit. "It's nothing."
"Come on honey. You can tell me. What is it?"
My God, I was playing with myself while my mother was on the phone. What in the world was wrong with me? It was so kinky - so forbidden - so wrong. And yet my sex was boiling hot.
"It's nothing mom." My fingers tweaked my nipples. It was all I could do to suppress a moan. Nothing mom, I woke up naked, all my clothes are gone, and now I'm masturbating while I'm talking to you on the phone.
My fingers grew more insistent. I could hear wet noises from my sex. I *had* to get off the phone before she found out what I was doing. Most of all - I needed to get off the phone so that I could *get off*. "I was just - ahh" Two finger pressed home into my sex. I had to wait till they withdrew before I could talk again. "I was just homesick and needed to hear your ah - voice."
"Oh- that's so sweet honey. You've made my day. Are you sure everything is okay? Do you need money? You know we don't have much but. . ."
My hand palmed my sex and squeezed. I was only a hair's breath from orgasm.
"Everything is fine mom. It's - ah- perfect." I said. "I'll talk to you later, okay."
"Okay, bye sweetie."
"Bye mom."
I hung up the phone and my fingers gave my sex a squeeze before withdrawing. God, what kind of pervert was I to be masturbating while talking to my own mother. Was it because of the clothes I was wearing? No, that was silly, but they did make me feel like a sinful little catholic schoolgirl. My wet gleaming digits still teased me.
God - with my very own mother. What was I thinking? Suddenly, I needed a shower. A cold shower. I tore my fingers from beneath my panties and went to wash my sins away.
If I couldn't find Ellen, I was going to have to go to school in that short skirt. Freshly shaven legs would be a necessity. Thoughts of going out, of people seeing me in those clothes, had me in a bother. I would be so vulnerable...so exposed. I had never worn anything like them in my life. I was a geek, plain and simple. In grade school, they called me 'four-eyes'. I was too poor to wear fashionable clothes like the other girls. Too poor for contacts. I was an outcast.
It wasn't so bad. Since I didn't have a social life, I threw myself into my studies. I graduated at the top of my class, and I got a full scholarship to college. For once it looked like I had real hope to change my lot in life. Hope that I would get a nice job, nice clothes, a good man, and a nice car. Once I had them, I would go back to my hometown. They would all be positively green with envy over my success.
Then I thought of them seeing me in the outfit I selected from my closet. The boys lecherously looking at my hard nipples, with no bra, the shape of my pert breasts, visible through the tight blouse. The girls looking at me, acting superior, and their noses wrinkled in disgust.
My sex was hot and wet. I reached up and tweaked my nipples, pulling and pinching them harder than usual. I bit back a moan. My fingers ran through the lips of my sex, touching my clit. The feeling was electric.
As I shaved my legs, I got this crazy idea in my head. My pubes would show to each side of the small thong. I lathered my sex with the shaving gel, and proceeded to give myself a trim - only due to the smaller cut of the panties of course. Each pull of the razor through my short curly hair, sent a stab of pleasure deep in my sex. It felt good, but I called it quits once I had the shaped a tight cornered triangle above my sex.
I put up the razor, and then my hands came up and tweaked my nipples. I was going to turn on the water to rinse away the lather, but instead my fingers tweaked my nipples again, pulling them out and twisting at the same time. They were already hard from the cold water. Now they were tight and throbbing.
"Oh God," I gasped as pleasure turned to mild pain. The pain grew from mild to uncomfortable. Fuck I was hot.
In a sexual haze, I picked the razor back up and shaved some more. Each subtraction of hair left me more and more exposed - more and more vulnerable - more and more aroused - until I had totally denuded my sex. .
