A clear pecking order

Steve heard his roommates get up, one at a time, and return to their bedrooms. After a half hour of muffled discussion in the hallway and walking between rooms, he heard his three roommates proceed to the kitchen. After they had been there for a handful of minutes, he went downstairs to the kitchen to greet everyone.

The sight that met his eyes was a promising one. Annie was sitting at the breakfast table, wearing a fairly typical-for-Annie set of white pyjamas with cartoon cats on them and pink checkered pyjama bottoms. Elena, who normally wore a nightrobe at breakfast, seemed to be wearing an oversized shirt which hung down to half-way down her hips, and which clearly showed the pattern of her black bra. As she bent to pour Annie a coffee, the shirt rode high enough to show a pair of lacy black panties underneath.

Franzi wore something similar to Elena, except for the shirt: she was sitting cross-legged on the floor with a piece of toast on a plate, looking up to Annie. "Please, Annie, please let me sit at the table!"

Annie shook her head. "Sorry Franzi. You can eat breakfast sitting on the floor today. Hopefully this will help you to learn not to make up silly stories about Steve and your place in this house."

Franzi scowled, and looked over to the doorway to see Steve. She gave a yelp and tried to cover herself up. Elena looked over as she finished pouring Annie's coffee, set down the coffee pot as quickly as she could, and did her best to pull down her shirt over her bottom.

Franzi's face crumpled into an expression of rage as she looked to Steve. "You."

Annie barked. "Franzi! You will talk to Steve calmly and with respect. Both of you," she said, addressing Elena as well, "Stop trying to cover yourselves. If you didn't want Steve to see your underwear, you should have worn more clothes."

Elena looked to Annie as she warily let go of her shirt, which rode back halfway up her hips. "Sorry Annie. We'd like to, really. But we find it difficult to dress modestly."

Annie looked to her. "No offence Elena, but if you and Franzi are becoming exhibitionists, that's something for you either to manage or accept. It's not fair to make it Steve's problem."

Franzi turned to Annie. "Please Annie, maybe if you were to dress up a bit more, it might be easier for us to ---"

"Stop Franzi," Annie said. "I'm perfectly comfortable dressed how I am. It's up to you to dress how you feel comfortable, dressing knowing that Steve might see you."

Frenzy looked back to Steve, her face turning red with anger.

"Did you want to say something to Steve, Franzi?" asked Annie.

Franzi bit her lip, looking as though she were trying to figure out how best to express herself.

Elena looked to Steve, slightly nervous about being essentially half-naked in front of him. "Sorry Steve. Franzi has been saying some very strange things to us about you, and how you are somehow responsible for our positions in the dorm, controlling what we wear, even controlling how we behave from one day to the next. I believe I speak for Annie ---" she looked to Annie, who nodded --- "as well as myself when I say it sounds ridiculous, but Franzi won't listen. We don't know what's wrong with her, but she's really upset at you. I don't know what to do."