Chapter #5You have a nightgown on by: Unknown The morning comes far earlier than you wanted.
Still restless from the strange, fitful sleep you had restlessly endured the night before, you reluctantly rise from bed when your alarm clock begins angrily buzzing.
“It can't be morning already!” you grumble, stumbling from bed and cross the room to deactivate the clock.
The alarm clock doesn't lie though.
“Guess I'd better get dressed,” you mutter, stifling the urge to yawn. “I'll just have to make sure to hit the hay extra early tonight.”
Taking a step towards your dresser, it suddenly hits you.
These aren't your pajamas!
Suddenly, you're blinking your eyes to full alertness and examining yourself in a panic.
You're no longer wearing the pajamas you went to bed in last night. You're now clad in a girly looking, cotton nightgown that falls to just below your knees. The garment has a bit of white lace trim about the sleeves and collar. It's cream colored, with a floral pattern of red and green bouquets of flowers printed all over it.
“What the heck!” you say, dazed and confused by the suddenly bizarre turn of events. “Why am I wearing some girl's pajamas?”
Your mind races, trying to determine which of your friends would have the inclination (not to mention technical skill) necessary to pull off such a bizarre prank. Because you're quite certain that's what this is – just a prank. Somebody slipped into your room last night while you were sleeping, stripped you out of your pajamas, and dressed you in this flower-patterned nightmare without waking you up.
“Very funny, whoever you are!” you mutter sarcastically. “Once I figure out who did this, I'll get even with you.”
Now seriously annoyed, you strip off the nightgown and go to toss it into your dirty clothes hamper.
And it's time for surprise number two:
You're also wearing panties.
A pair of pink cotton panties patterned with little white hearts is now worn tightly around your hips. There's a bit of lacy, pink trim around the waistband and a tiny, decorative white bow embroidered at the top front of the undergarment.
“When I find out whose responsible for this, they'll be sorry!” you growl, starting to get seriously angry.
Stripping off the panties, you furiously toss them into your dirty clothes hamper as well, then turn to get some replacement clothes out of your dresser.
Surprise number three happens, and all your indignant rage instantly evaporates now replaced with genuine panic and fear.
Your clothes are all gone.
Every single item of clothing you once owned as been mysteriously replaced by the feminine equivalent.
Where once these dresser drawers housed your socks and underwear, they are now carefully lined with a rainbow of neatly folded pairs of girls panties and meticulously balled-up multicolored socks.
The next drawer is full of sparkling, glittery babydoll tees and pastel colored tank tops.
The next drawer has blouses.
The one after that has leggings.
You rush over to check your closet: inside is a tidy row of skirts and dresses, carefully pressed and hanging there waiting to be worn.
“What's happened to me?” you whisper with fear.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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