Life as a good little girl/You'll worry about it tomorrow
From Create Your Own Story
"Ew," you wrinkle your nose at the thought of wearing someone else's clothes. "I don't want any clothes..."
Mark's eyes widen. Crap, that didn't come out wrong, but speaking of clothes reminds you that you aren't wearing any. You retreat hastily to the door, then pause, thinking that you should say something about what just happened.
"Thanks again," you say, forcing a smile that freezes on your face.
Mark just stares, probably as stunned as you are.
"I mean, for the..." you wave at the phone, which is still pointing at you. Stupid Mark still doesn't want you seeing what he masturbated to. Thinking about him jerking off makes you realize the phone is right by his dick again. You decide to ignore it, but instead of running away like you should you add, "I really needed it."
Damn it, stop talking!
"Til the next time," you say cheerily, panicking inside and finally run out of the room, your face blushing furiously.
As soon as you're in your room you try to close the door, only to be reminded again that Joe had taken it off its hinges. You look around your new room in despair. No door, no clothes... you find your fingers rubbing your nipples and jerk them away, even though your breasts obviously want you to continue. They're pointier than you've ever seen them, and they've thickened and lengthened more than your thought they could. But why?
Remembering that you're standing naked in the middle of the door way your brothers could see you makes you move to the middle of the room. You stare at your bed, then at your desk, and then at the window. Somehow it's gotten late enough for the sun to go down so you decide to go to bed early. Or at least you would if the light would turn off. Flicking the switch on and off doesn't do anything to turn off the light that is directly over the bed.
"Dammit, first the door, now the light? Mark will know why this isn't working. Maybe there's a trick to it." Grimacing at the thought of more interaction with your step-brother, especially after you'd shamefully molested him earlier, you decide to just try to sleep with the light on.
Ever since you and your mom moved from the cold north to the hot south you've had trouble sleeping in pajamas. Up home you never went to sleep naked, but down here it was the only way you could sleep comfortably. If you tried to wear anything you'd be drenched in sweat and wake up constantly. Now with no door to your room you find yourself wishing you could slip into something. Anything. Being drenched in sweat and uncomfortable sounded better than the chance that someone could walk in.
In an effort to sleep in spite of the light you try sleeping on your front, but you've always been a back sleeper. Then you try sleeping with the pillow over your head. That just makes it hard to breath. Finally you try slipping under the covers, an idea that appeals because it would block both light and the possibility of someone walking in through your non-existant door and seeing you naked. Unfortunately the covers makes you hot and sweaty, and you finally slip out from under them to sprawl spread-eagled on top of the bed, staring morosely at the giant window. Row upon row of apartment windows seem to look back at you from the big complex behind your house. It's a good thing having the light on means they can't see in, you think to yourself.
In spite of the lack of door and a bright light overhead you find yourself abruptly nodding off.
Life as a good little girl/You wake up in the middle of the night, tormented by erotic dreams
Life as a good little girl/You sleep all the way through the night
