A Small Box

Emma opened the closet door to see a small box on the floor, the hangers on the bar all stripped clean of clothes and the shelves as bare as she. Emma knelt down on the floor and gingerly lifted the lid from the small box. Inside lay another note on top of what appeared to be a few coasters. Emma lifted the note and read the scrawled lettering. “Hope you enjoy your outfit!” Emma dropped the note in horror as realization set in. Looking back in the box it became apparent that the “coasters” were not coasters at all. They were actually floral stickers. Emma felt her face burn a bright crimson. Getting caught naked might be a preferable outcome to being caught dead in such scandalous attire. Emma dumped the contents on the floor and sifted through to count her options. 6 small stickers about the size of a half dollar lay before her.

“Well, I guess it’s something at least.” Emma grumbled and started to get dressed. Emma applied the first two to cover her exposed tits. Emma went to grab a third and her hand brushed one of the few garments through a small crack in the floor board, sinking into the dark depths forever. “Noooo!!!” Emma reached in vain, feeling more exposed with this small defeat at the hands of the floor. Quickly picking the rest off the floor, Emma walked to the mirror and quickly applied the rest to her exposed womanhood below. Emma looked at her reflection, feeling hot and anxious at her lewd form. “Well, as long as these hold up, I can at least make an attempt to get something decent to wear.” Emma sighed and slowly crept towards the door. Cracking it open slightly Emma looked into the main hallway to see: