Laundry Theater: The panty Curse
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Synopsis: | Another boring day at the Laundromat for your typical guy until a little pink stowaway changes not just his wardrobe but his life! |
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Laundry Theatre: The Panty Curse
By: Pinkman100
I grunted as I lifted the last of my heavy laundry baskets up and onto
one of the many tables at the local Laundromat. Taking a moment to
catch my breath after hauling in several overly packed baskets, I found
myself wondering if Kim and I would ever finally get our own place
together and move in. Maybe then we would have our own laundry machine
and I wouldn't have to procrastinate laundry and end up taking just
about every article of clothing to be washed! A buzzer from a nearby
dryer brought me out of my thoughts and I started to load up the two or
three washing machines that I had chosen. I sat down and watched the
laundry theatre on the three machines as I watched my clothing swish
and swirl in a bubbly show and again found my thoughts drifting back to
Kim.
She was truly something to be admired. She was not like the typical
girls you see in this part of the woods. She had a certain beauty that
would be hard to spot. She was about 5'8 and she had the most
beautifully stunning green eyes and red hair, not to mention a
fantastically beautiful body. She enjoyed running and exercise and it
really showed on her trim figure. She had long graceful runner's legs
that seemed to show off her perfectly fair skin. Her stomach flat and
lean trimmed arms and shoulders were sure indicators of her shape;
however she still maintained some of that feminine curve that so many
runners lack. Her hips were soft and round and she definitely had a
back side that any man could admire, especially in those runners
shorts! And when she wore a sports bra, I know she is the object of
every man's dream.
We had been dating pretty seriously for a few years now and I wanted us
to move in, however she just wasn't interested in that kind of a
commitment. She would tell me she wasn't sure I was what she wanted for
the rest of her life. She told me that we weren't ready yet. Try as I
might I could not convince her to move in with me. She told me that we
both had some growing to do and she simply wouldn't do it! I had spent
many hours like this one dreaming of her and trying to figure out a way
to solve this riddle.
Just as I was running through one of our many discussions/fights over
the subject I noticed that my laundry theatre had ended and my washes
were now done. Grabbing a cart and making my way to all three machines,
I grabbed everything out in large armloads and transferred from the
cart to the dryer where I plopped into another chair and resumed the
second act of Laundry Theatre.
I sat back and considered my problem. I thought about calling her as I
watched my clothing swirl around and around and around when suddenly
something strange caught my eye. There sitting in my light color dryer
was a streak of something... something that didn't belong in there. I
leaned forward in my seat trying to see if I could catch it again and
suddenly, something flashed before my eyes! Something PINK?! Still not
believing my eyes I stood up and got closer to my machine, and just as
I was about ready to reach out and check it, the cycle had finished. I
grabbed a nearby cart and started to unload the laundry into the bag. I
started to look for the pink offender but a beeping on my watch
reminded me that I now had 30 minutes to shower and get ready for my
date with Kim tonight. I threw everything into my laundry bag and ran
out the door straight to my car and home.
I flew home and quickly shaved and showered before fishing out a pair
of decent pants and a decent shirt out of the massive laundry bag and
jumping back into my car and heading to the restaurant where I was to
meet Kim. Despite my best efforts I wound up being about 15 minutes
late and Kim had clearly noticed. I walked into the restaurant and was
directed by a waitress to the table where a rather beautiful yet
somewhat irritated Kim was waiting for me. I smiled and tried to do my
best not to act or look guilty but Kim wouldn't have any of it.
"What part of 6:30 didn't you understand?"
I smiled and made up something about traffic but the reality was I was
just chronically late and Kim was a stickler for timeliness. I
apologized to her and gently kissed her slender hand giving her my
cutest "forgive me look" As usual it worked and we ordered our dinner.
We had some light conversation about our day's adventures at work and
doing chores as we waited for the food to arrive. Kim told me about her
day at work and how tired she was, and I muttered on about cleaning up
and spending an insane amount of time working on my laundry situation.
She smiled at me when I proudly announced that every article of
clothing I owned was now clean. However her smile faded as I confessed
that it was still all sitting balled up in a giant laundry bag and a
few laundry baskets. Just before she could launch into a lecture about
doing things the right way, a plate of food was set before me.
I glanced down at the cute little hand holding the dish and noticed the
pretty pink nails that one typically didn't see on the hands of a
waitress. I followed the hand to a somewhat curvy arm which connected
to a similarly curvy torso. This waitress clearly had a large chest and
her white button down shirt did little to constrain her endowment. I
followed the stretched shirt down and was a little surprised to see
instead of a rather large stomach, a rather waspish waist that seemed
to then explode back out into a large set of hips. Before I could
glance up at her face, she had dropped her second plate of food and
turned around to walk back to the kitchen. My eyes couldn't help but be
drawn down to the large round ass that swayed softly back and forth as
she made her way back to the kitchen.
"You think she's cute?"
The question burst my dream bubble and I blinked and turned my
attention back to Kim. Instead of the angry face I was expecting to
see, Kim actually looked honestly curious. Confused, I babbled for a
moment wondering why. I hated to admit it but I did find her cute. Kim
and I had been together for so many years and while I loved Kim dearly,
she lacked the pure female traits that every guy loved deep down
inside. I told Kim that she was attractive but didn't hold much to her
radiant beauty. Kim glanced in the direction of the girl and watched
her for a second before the waitress disappeared around a corner before
she looked back at me.
"I think she's cute too. Maybe we should invite her over after dinner
for some... fun."
I blinked at her in disbelief. I knew that deep down inside Kim had a
serious bi-curious side and even had a few relationships with some
girls here or there, but every time I brought it up it was always shot
down. I thought for a moment and realized that out of all of my
suggestions, not any of them had been girls like the waitress, they had
always been more like Kim. It never dawned upon me that maybe Kim liked
big girls too! I blinked again and asked her if she was serious and
just chuckled.
"Well, maybe not tonight, but we should consider coming back here soon.
Maybe you could get to know her and bring her home some night for us to
play..." She gave me a devious grin that instantly created a tent in my
pants.
Shortly after that,` despite my best attempts to get Kim to come back
to my place, I wound up home alone. Kim had work the next day and was
working on a big project. Depressed and defeated I decided to try and
keep my mind occupied. The biggest project I could be working on was of
course my laundry. I dragged the baskets into my bedroom of my little
apartment and started to fold and put away my laundry, my mind
wondering to the earlier events of the day. I found myself fantasizing
about having Kim and the curvy waitress in bed at the same time. The
two opposite ends of femininity coming together with me in the middle
of it all. I wished for it to happen some day soon when suddenly I felt
something soft and silky in my hand. I glanced down at it and realized
somehow I was holding a pair of pink silk panties! I blinked at them
and remembered the laundry mat and realized I had found the color
offender. I glanced down at the rest of my whites to see that they now
also had a similar pink hue to them as the color must have run. I
sighed at the problem and tossed the panties aside and proceeded to put
the rest of my now pink underwear away. After I had finished
everything, I decided to toss the panties in with the rest of my
underwear figuring maybe I could have some fun with them later. I
closed my dresser and decided to get an early start to bed, and maybe
have a little self fun time before I fell asleep.
I woke up the next morning wondering what the loud noise was that was
ruining my perfect dreams and realized with crushing reality that it
was my alarm clock going off, and I was now 10 minutes late. Cursing to
myself I jumped out of bed and in and out of the shower. Tearing my
towel off I reached into my underwear drawer and blinked at the color
pink remember my laundry mishap the night before. Grumbling to myself I
pulled out a pair of underwear and threw them on making a note to run
to Wal-Mart and start buying new underwear lest anyone on the
construction site see me and my pretty new underwear. I tossed on a
pair of blue jeans and a work shirt and was out the door as fast as I
could. I got to the site a few minutes late and was able to dodge the
foreman until mid morning where I just pretended nothing was wrong. It
was a brutally hot day outside, and I was spent all day doing heavy
work and sweating up a storm. Finally 5:00 came around and I didn't
hesitate long to make my way to my truck and start heading home. My
clothing was soaked with sweat and everything felt like it was really
tight and sticking to me. Especially my underwear! I got home soon
enough and made my way to the bedroom. First thing I did was peel all
of the clothing off and make my way to the bathroom for a well deserved
hot shower.
I took my time in the shower and got lost in the relaxing stream of hot
water as I felt my body gradually relax. I ran the soap up and down my
body and thought my skin felt softer for some reason. I just thought it
was probably from all of the hot sun and sweat. I stepped out of the
shower and made my way back to my bedroom where I didn't hesitate to
call Kim and see if we could get together tonight and maybe go back to
that restaurant.
Kim answered her phone and gave me the unfortunate news that she had to
stay and work really late on her project and really wasn't in the mood
for driving out to see me after her long day at work. I sighed softly
resigning myself to another lonely night and wished her the best of
luck on her project before hanging up. I went and put on my boxer
shorts and immediately noticed that they felt really weird. The fabric
did feel kind of rough, and they seemed tighter than I remember. The
waistband also seemed more stretched out as it barely clung to my
waist. I grumbled about the crappy washing machines and dryers at the
laundry mat and made a note to never go back there again. First my
underwear and now my sleeping shorts. I watched TV for an hour or two
before deciding on a little more fun time before bed. Things didn't go
so well however. My little man didn't seem willing to stand up straight
and tall and didn't seem to have his heart into it! Not to mention that
the results were less than great. I put it up to dehydration and made
sure to drink a lot of water before I went to sleep.
I groaned softly and rolled over in my sleep still not feeling very
well. I stumbled out of bed realizing that there was no way I was going
to be able to stay in bed with my bladder this full. Maybe drinking all
that water before I went to sleep wasn't the greatest Idea. I got up
and stumbled to my bathroom feeling somewhat dizzy and having
difficulty keeping my balance. I was so groggy it felt like my entire
body was acting strange. I made my way into the bathroom and realized
that my boxers were becoming really uncomfortable on me. It was like
everything below the waistband was shrinking even as I was wearing
them! They were already skin tight and they felt like they were only
getting tighter! The really strange thing was that the elastic
waistband seemed completely stretched out as it was hardly even
touching me now at this point. I didn't think too much about it and
just went to the bathroom before returning to bed naked to sleep away
the rest of the night.
The next morning I woke up again to the sound of my alarm going off. I
immediately bolted upright and felt a pounding in my head. I groaned
out loud and realized my voice sounded funny and my throat was a bit
sore. My body felt really strange as well. Realizing I was late yet
again I bolted out of bed and straight into the shower. My skin felt
even worse today as it felt dried out and overly sensitive. Soap,
towels even the shower felt uncomfortable on it. I didn't have much
time to dwell on it ad I ran into my bedroom in a fury to get dressed
and out the door. I ran to my dresser and tore open the top drawer and
threw on yet another pair of pink underwear. Fortunately this pair
seemed to actually fit me pretty well compared to yesterdays. I ran
over to my laundry basket just planning on throwing in the same pants
as yesterday to save time with the belt, keys, phone, wallet, etc
however blinked in disbelief as yesterdays jeans were nowhere to be
found. There was only a pair of pink panties (did I wear those
yesterday by accident?) and even stranger there was a pair of pink
pants sitting in there with them. I stopped and stared and wondered for
only a moment before running back to my dresser and grabbing another
pair of jeans to throw on. They fit a little strangely but I didn't
have time to care as I bolted out the door pulling a T-shirt over my
head.
I got to the job site really late today; the foreman was standing by my
post waiting for me. I apologized for being late and told him I wasn't
feeling well and he nodded, looked me over and just told me he could
tell. I worked hard all day long trying to clear my mind of the strange
happenings as of late. My clothing still seemed to fit kind of weird
all day, and my body just didn't feel right. I also noticed that it was
really hard to think straight, and all the dirt and dust from work
seemed to irritate my skin like you wouldn't believe! Before I knew it
5:00 had rolled around and I made my way home planning on just having a
quiet evening to rest up and recover. The foreman stopped me at the end
of my shift and told me to take the week off because apparently it
looked like I needed it. I figured the project was way ahead of
schedule and they could spare me for some time. I shrugged it off and
sent Kim a text telling her that I wasn't feeling that great and would
be crashing early tonight and I would call her tomorrow to maybe get
together.
I came home and peeled my clothing off and tossed it into the laundry
basket with the pink panties and pants and made my way back into the
shower. Kim had left some of her girly soap there so I tried that on my
skin thinking I was developing an allergy to my current soap and
immediately my skin felt better. I also toweled off using her
terrycloth towel and noticed that it didn't irritate my skin like my
regular towels. I noticed that my penis felt really small in the shower
as I was cleaning it, and in fact... my hair wasn't as rough...
actually come to think of it, maybe this soap allergy was causing me to
lose my hair! I took off the towel and looked in the mirror and took a
good look at what I saw. I was amazed at how terrible I looked! Firstly
I had virtually no hair left on my body at all! And to boot it looked
like parts of me were really swollen. My ass must have had a bad
reaction as it now looked like it had swollen out and the swelling
around it made me look like I had a cute little set of hips. My stomach
appeared unchanged... maybe a little tighter? Or was that just because
my ass was swollen? I noticed some serious swelling around my nipples
too. They itched and felt funny. I made a note to throw away that soap
and would just use Kim's for the time being until I could run out to
the store.
I lounged on my couch and watched some television but nothing caught my
interest and after a fair sized frozen dinner and some junk food, I
decided to crash and try and let my body rest. I figured it would be a
good idea to sleep nude and let my skin breathe and not be irritated by
any tight fitting clothing anywhere just in case that new detergent had
anything to do with my sudden allergic reaction.
All night long I had pleasant dreams of the beautiful curvy waitress at
the restaurant. She had been really stuck in my mind over the last few
days ever since I laid eyes on her. I had dreams about making love to
her with Kim... and then strangely enough I had dreams about making
love to her... AS Kim... then suddenly, Kim was making love to me...
but it wasn't Me she was making love to. It was me stuck in the
waitress's body!! It freaked me out for a second but the entire
experience felt so erotic. Her firm strong hands were all over my soft
curves, my large breasts bouncing around as we went through what seemed
like the entire Kama-sutra of sex positions. I especially loved our 69
time in the dream. I fanatically ate her out, my tongue thrusting in
and out of her hot juicy tight slit. I lapped and sucked harder and
faster as I felt the same thing mirrored on me down there.
It was such a wonderful experience to feel her tongue deep inside of
me. It was so incredibly different! I moaned and panted slowly grinding
up and down on her face feeling her tongue delve deeper and deeper
inside of me. I licked harder and harder being driven mad by the lust
she was creating in me. My passion rose farther and farther. I felt
muscles inside me that I had never felt before suddenly start to tense
up and my entire body tingle with an incredible energy when suddenly I
heard a loud drawn out high pitched girly moan and felt an explosion of
energy deep down inside of me. It was like my new vagina had just
exploded with orgasmic force and its force spread throughout my entire
body.
I sat up in bed panting mildly from my dream not quite sure if the
girlish scream had been real or not. I tried so hard to think but my
mind felt even more clouded than ever. I waddled out of bed and my body
felt terrible. My legs felt crampy, my stomach upset, my chest felt
heavy, my throat sore and my mind really fuzzy. I stood in front of the
toilet half blinded by the bathroom light and just relaxed to take a
piss when I realized it was spraying everywhere. I reached down and
tried to control myself but my penis seemed to be shrunken and pulled
inside of me, or the skin around it was swollen or something. It also
seemed insanely sensitive as when I reached down to grab it actually
hurt a little! Aiming was nearly impossible so I just sat down on the
toilet and let it all flow out. I hung my head as I sat there on the
toilet and noticed my hair framing my vision. I ran my hand through it
and realized I really needed to get it cut, and maybe use a nicer
shampoo. I debated for a moment on calling a doctor but between not
working this week and opting out of health insurance at work it didn't
seem like a good idea. My skin felt better since I switched soaps and
it did take a few days for me to get like this. Maybe I was just
getting a cold or the flu from running myself so hard lately. This week
of rest would do me good.
I went back to bed without any further incident. Walking seemed kind of
hard and I noticed that I felt almost drunk and foggy and quickly
passed out again where I had nothing but more and more erotic dreams.
All of them involved Kim which wasn't very unusual, but the strange
thing was that all of them involved the curvy waitress and me seeing
things through her eyes. In nearly every dream, I was her. I was always
wearing something insanely sexy and very submissive too. As the dreams
continued I wound up wearing stranger and stranger pieces of clothing.
Some dreams I was just blindfolded and feeling and in others I was
handcuffed to a bed. By the final dreams I was completely tied down and
now wearing a locked collar around my neck.
It felt so wonderfully submissive, so wonderfully feminine and erotic.
I wanted to be the property of my lovely mistress Kim so badly and I
felt so loved and important when I was. In the last dream I heard Kim's
voice somewhere in the dark. I heard her calling a name. I heard her
calling out the name "Emily." Her calls got louder and louder and they
seemed to turn into erotic moans. I realized that Emily was the name
that Mistress Kim had given me! Her moans grew more and more intense
and I found my pleasure matching hers. I felt myself growing hornier
and hornier and my lust building and building each time Kim moaned my
name. I saw images of me in bondage, of me in a pretty dress, of us
holding hands, of me servicing her as she was dressed in leather and
latex, my lust mounted higher and higher with each Emily I heard
mistress Kim moan. Just as Kim reached orgasm I saw myself dressed in a
beautiful white wedding dress with a matching collar around my neck
getting married to Kim and I realized as a giant orgasm washed over me
again in my dreams that I was collared and sub servant in all of them.
I took a deep breath in as I realized I was awake. I remembered the
dreams I had the night before and smiled to myself. I felt a little
confused and dazed but just shook them off as I felt like I was high. I
climbed out of bed and made a note to replace those rough cotton sheets
with some nice soft satin sheets. I went to the shower and used Kim's
pink soap and just let my body run on auto pilot as my mind just felt
euphoric. I got out of the shower and made my way to my dresser. I
opened up the top drawer and blinked at what I saw. It appeared as
though all of my underwear was... Pinker? Not just that, but instead of
my typical briefs there was nothing but different panties!
I scratched my head and brushed my long brown hair aside wondering when
they all got there and if this was some sort of a prank when I opened
the next drawer. Instead of my normal boring white socks this drawer
was filled with BRA's? I looked down at my chest and tried to
comprehend the fact that I had nicely sized breasts growing there and
tried to remember if that was wrong or not. I looked at the bras and
found a few pairs of cute girly patterned socks. I closed that drawer
and opened the next one only to find somehow all of my pants had been
replaced in the similar fashion as the rest of my dresser. This drawer
was filled with nothing but tights and pantyhose! I dug around and
found one pair of pink fuzzy pants but other than that, it seemed like
nothing but different colors of tights.
I sorted through them a little more and noticed the majority of them
seemed to be pink. In fact most of the bras and socks were pink as
well. I opened up my bottom drawer to find that it was still mostly
shirts, but instead of generic T-shirts, there were cute girly T-shirts
and other cute types of tops. I closed the drawer and stood up straight
really trying to think. Wasn't I like a boy yesterday? Maybe I should
ask Mistress Kim about this. But first I really should get dressed.
I reached back into the top drawer and took out a pair of high rise
pink panties and pulled them up around me. They fit perfectly around my
large ass, wide hips and hugged my smooth crotch just right. Not to
mention I looked really hot in them! Was I supposed to look this hot in
them? Everything seemed so strange. I also grabbed a pair of pink socks
with white ballet slippers on them and slid them over my feet. I
noticed my feet seemed a lot smaller and wondered if my shoes would fit
when I made my way over to the hamper to get the blue jeans I was
wearing the other day. I didn't feel quite right wearing all this pink.
Some part of me nagged at me that something wasn't right physically and
mentally, and I had an urge to put on some boy colors at least.
I made my way over to the floor where I had left them and saw them
sitting on the floor in the middle of my bedroom. I picked them up and
sniffed them but as soon as they brushed against my bra I noticed a
pink spot on them. I watched in fascination as the pink spot slowly
spread all over my blue jeans turning them pink. As it passed over the
material the jeans seemed to also change Shape right in my hands.
Before long instead of holding a boot cut pair of denim blue jeans I
was holding a pink hipster pair of jeans. I was a little weirded out,
but my brain was still foggy and couldn't quite register it. I put them
on anyways and as I buttoned them realized how SKIN tight they were. I
still felt really weird. I went over to the mirror in the closet and
stopped before I even made it that far.
I glanced in my closet and all my work boots and dress clothing had
turned into women's shoes and Dresses! I wondered why my closet was so
full of dresses when I realized that the skin around my legs seemed
uncomfortable again... but only where the jeans had contact with my
skin. I looked through all the pretty skirts and dresses trying to
remember when I had purchased them when my eyes drifted down to the
shoes laying on the floor. There was a wide variety of shoes on the
floor, but all of them feminine. They ranged from flat sneakers to big
platform boots. I quickly spotted a cute pair of pink and white
platform sneakers that would go really well with the rest of this pink
outfit. I bent over and picked them up and spotted myself in the
mirror. The reflection staring back at me made me freeze.
I saw this beautiful brown haired girl staring back at me. She had the
body of a goddess! Her long brown hair still needed to be brushed and
went past her shoulders. Her wide brown eyes made her look like she was
in complete shock or surprise as her mouth was open a little bit
showing off her cute pink lips. Her neck and shoulders were slender and
she had curvy arms with small hands. Looking away from the mirror I
looked down at MY curvy arm and my small cute hands before looking back
at the beauty in the mirror. I noticed her large breasts seemed to
strain the shirt and even showed the outline of her bra against the
white T-shirt with the Pink capped sleeves she was wearing. The shirt
was skin tights and showed off her waspy waist that flowed out into
large hips.
I couldn't help but turn to the side and check out my fantastic ass
wrapped up so tightly in these pink pants. Long curvy legs continued
down to cute little pink socks covering cute little feet. I blinked a
few times in disbelief desperately trying to sort out my thoughts when
suddenly my Pink Razr was ringing. I picked up the phone and heard a
cute voice squeak out "Hello?" I blinked at the sound wondering if that
was my voice. The voice on the other end sounded all too familiar. It
was Kim and she sounded a little upset. "Where are you princess? You
are going to be late again!" I looked at the clock on the wall and
realized she was right. I had lost track of time Again! I apologized to
her and promised to be there as soon as I could. I threw on the
platform sneakers, ran a quick brush through my hair and grabbed my car
keys before jumping into my VW bug and heading off to the restaurant we
ate at the other night...
This whole scene seemed vaguely familiar as I made my way to where an
impatient Kim was sitting. I sat down across from her and, surprisingly
enough, instead of irritation she gave me a naughty little smile. I
felt very confused at her reaction as she took my hand and grinned at
me. I thought I remembered being a boy yesterday... or was that just a
really vivid dream? Was I her boyfriend or was I her girlfriend? It was
still so hard to think. She looked at my outfit and seemed to take her
time taking me in.
"Princess! Are you wearing Jeans? Emily I'm surprised they aren't
irritating your skin! You know how sensitive your skin is! You are a
fragile little thing after all..."
I now realized why my skin felt so uncomfortable against the rough
denim. I looked at her slightly confused "Honey, you know if you wear
anything but satin or silk your skin gets irritated! Then I have to be
the one that puts moisturizer on you and listen to you whine about it.
Buuut... while you do look very cute and femme in all your skirts and
tights.. I must say... those pants do look fabulous on you."
I immediately felt myself blush at the compliment and felt a wave of
pleasure wash through me as I felt her slip my fingertip into her mouth
and gently suck on it. I couldn't help but let out a girlish moan which
only seemed to encourage Kim. She grinned at me before getting up to go
to the bathroom. I watched her beautifully slim figure strut away. I
knew she was waving her hips just to tease me because she knew I was
looking.
As I watched Kim turn the corner I found myself staring blankly at the
seat across from me desperately trying to sort out the conflicting
thoughts and feelings inside of me. Memories of manhood and previous
lives were coming and going in and out of my mind like dreams or
visions. I desperately tried to wrestle with this puzzle that my brain
just didn't seem to comprehend when I suddenly felt a sense of déjà vu
as a drink was placed in front of me. I followed this cute hand with
cute pink nails up a curvy arm to a well endowed waitress wearing a
tight shirt... I looked up at her face and almost gasped out loud as
the face starring back easily could have been my sister!
She locked gaze with me and smiled as she saw the male side of me
slowly drowning in the struggle against my new body. I was frozen in
her eyes memories of my manhood coming and going before me and
desperately trying to clear my head when she leaned in close and
whispered in my hear.
"Find a pair of panties lately?" She giggled and strolled away.
Her words echoed in my mind over and over again seemingly numbing my
mind. After a few moments of just listening to her words fade from my
mind I resumed my mental struggle and realized that those silly dreams
of me being a disgusting boy were just from me eating before going to
bed. And I suddenly knew that I couldn't wait to move in with Mistress
Kim and be her happy little lesbian toy forever. She and I were so in
love and maybe someday we would finally be married. I just couldn't
wait to go dress shopping and I knew just the perfect collar to wear.
After a little while, Kim came back and we had a wonderful dinner
together before going back to her place and having a fun filled night
together.
Epilog:
A beautiful young brunette grunted as she hefted her laundry basket up
to the table at the Laundromat. She was a very beautiful girl with long
brown hair in a half pony tail, beautiful brown eyes, soft pink lips
and an incredibly curvy body. She wore a brown shirt with the word
"Princess" stretched across her well endowed chest, written in pink
glittery script. Her shirt matched her ankle length brown skirt that
had pink lace designs on it and she also wore pink and brown sneakers.
If one were to be lucky enough to catch a glimpse up her skirt at her
curvy legs, they would notice her lovely legs encased in brown silk
tights. She seemed upset and was on a Pink Razr talking to someone
about her broken washing machine as she loaded countless articles of
pink clothing into a washer. She started the washer and ignored the
Laundry Theatre to speak on her phone instead.
As she sat there on the phone, the casual observer might notice her
gently rubbing her legs together in an unconscious habit. When the
washer had finished, the distracted girl unloaded the washer and
brought all of her belongings over to a dryer and sat there on her cell
phone continuing her conversation. Unknown to her, not all of her
clothing was drying....
One lone pair of pink panties didn't make it to the dryer...
Who knows what will happen next time on Laundry Theatre???
Thank you very much for reading my story! I hope you enjoyed it. Please
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you would like to see if I do Laundry Theatre 2!!