A figment of your imagination

You sit bolt upright in bed, startled into a rush of adrenaline. The doorway to your room is empty, with no figure standing in it, though the door is open, which is probably not the best idea given your current activities. You must have left it just slightly ajar, and while you were pleasuring yourself, it slowly swung open. You hop up and quickly close it, then get back in bed. Reapplying the vibrator to yourself, you realize that the quick shock more or less killed "the mood," so you turn off the vibrator and put it in your bedside table. You sit on the bed for a moment, naked and pondering.

Eventually, you decide that a day off school would be a good thing. You pull on one of your "night shirts," which is essentially just a man's XXL t-shirt that you sleep in occasionally, not bothering to put on any underwear underneath. The shirt is very baggy, and hangs loosey on your frame, coming down to about mid-thigh on you.

You head out of your room and down to the kitchen, where you find your father. "Dad, I think I want a sick day from school," you say brightly.

"Anything for the birthday girl," he responds, and gives you a smile and a quick hug before picking up the phone and calling your school. He nods at the table, and you see that he has made bacon and eggs for you for breakfast. You carefully sit down, making sure not to give your father any sort of peep show, and ravenously go through the food. Off the phone with the school, your father tells you to have a good day, and to think about a restaurant to go to for your birthday dinner tonight. You smile and agree that you will, and he leaves for work.

Just as you finish up and are putting the dishes in the dishwasher, the doorbell rings.