To make matters worse, when she arrived, she realized that her top, skirt, even the hair ties that had been in her hair had been left behind. She looked down at herself, thanking whatever gods might be listening that her underwear had stayed on.
She knocked on her own front door, and her mother opened the door.
"Lindsay? Why are you out there?" She looked her up and down "And where are your clothes?"
"I don't know what's happening," Lindsay said "I was combing my hair one moment, and the next, I'm out here in my underwear. Can we get inside? I don't want anyone to see me."
"Of course," her mother gestured, as she moved back inside, Lindsay following behind. Her mother called upstairs "George, can you come down here? And bring Lindsay's clothes down, too."
Lindsay's father, George, came down the stairs, handing the clothes to his daughter while trying not to look at her in her underwear. Lindsay quickly pulled her clothes back on, and then the three sat down on the couch.
"Dad, Mum, what's happening to me? And how do I make it stop?"
George gave Lindsay an apologetic look, before responding.
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