A naked night and an awkward morning

Emily slipped under the covers, cheeks starting to warm, and for a moment just stared up at the ceiling.

One night. She swallowed. It was just one night. And it was better to lose her clothes in here, and be able to wear a decent outfit tomorrow rather than Steph's... that. Still, she stared up at the ceiling for a long few minutes before finally moving. She had to psyche herself up.

This wasn't something she did. It also wasn't something she seemed to have much choice about. Emily glanced over the darkened room for a moment, until she was content Steph didn't seem to be staring, before wriggling. Under the sheets, she managed to peel off her turtleneck, then her bra, hugging them close to herself. Next, she undid her jeans, shuffling them down her long legs, trying to keep under the sheets.

She was still for a few seconds then, catching her breath. She'd never been naked in the same room as someone else, not once, she was better than that! Still, so long as no one saw...

Reluctantly, Emily wriggled a little more to start lowering her panties, before finally managing to get them off her leg. She only stuck one arm out from under the duvet to put her clothes on the floor, not worried about folding them, but putting her underwear on the bottom so her top and jeans could cover them up. Then, quickly, she pulled her arm back and adjusted the sheets, wrapping the edges under herself to make sure it wouldn't slip.

She took a deep, shaky breath.

The feeling was new, too, the bare duvet coarse against her newly exposed skin. It bunched up over her shoulders, a corner hugged to her breasts by one arm as she lay on her side. She tried very, very hard to focus on something else.

She just had to get through this. Tomorrow should be so much easier, once she was dressed again. She only had to fall asleep, and the worst of it would almost be over. She was sure.

Surprising herself, sleep came remarkably easy, despite the heat in her cheeks and the friction against her body. Somehow, she just drifted off.

"Ahh!" Emily jerked up, breathless and panting. It was a second before she remembered her state, the sheet having slipped down to her waist as she sat up, and she screamed again and yanked it up, bare feet poking out the far side.

Of all the nights to have a dream about showing up to a lecture naked... Well, it didn't take much to see what had inspired that particular nightmare. She sat there for a moment, trying to clear her head.

"Morning!" Steph chirped from across the room.

Emily jumped. She glanced over to her roommate, slightly blearily. Daylight was streaming in through the windows and - oh god - open curtains, and Steph was already up and about. Today she was wearing a stylishly torn, bright pink crop top, a tear in the fabric low enough that Emily could've sworn she got a glimpse of areola as she moved, matched with dark grey leggings that did manage to cover all of her legs. For a moment Emily felt a sudden sinking feeling that those hadn't been an option to borrow yesterday, maybe they'd been packed, up until she spotted a shadow. Those... those couldn't be see-through, could they? They were certainly tight enough to leave little to the imagination as it was.

Still blushing from her dream, Emily forced her eyes back up to Steph's smiling face, trying not to think about it.

"Good night?" Steph said. "Heard you snoring. Must've been tired."

"Yeah," Emily said. "Did you get much sleep?"

"I got enough," Steph said. "Woke up early though. Managed to get an early visit to the campus laundrette, so your stuff should be done once we get back from the shops."

"Right, thanks," Emily said, still half-asleep. It took her a second to fully register what Steph had said. "Wait, what?!"

Emily peered down over the side of her bed to where she remembered leaving her clothes last night. Sure enough, there was nothing there. She gave a nervous, accidental squeak.

Nothing to wear. Well, except...

"Didn't want to wake you," Steph said. She moved to the bottom of Emily's bed and threw the clothes she'd picked out yesterday up to her. "But get dressed if you're up now! Breakfast, don't want to miss everyone. Unless you want to shower first?"

"Do you have a towel?" Emily said.

"Prefer to air dry," Steph said. "They're-"

"A scam," Emily finished for her tiredly. "No! No, I'm fine waiting to shower."

Until she'd bought actual clothes and a towel. Emily reached out with one arm to straighten her two items of clothing, half-hoping they weren't as bad as she remembered.

Steph was still looking at her expectantly.

Well, what were her options? Stay in her room all day, and the day after, that, and the day after that... She'd need to go shopping sooner or later, and if the airport did get her luggage then she'd need to be able to pick that up.

Emily grabbed the skirt first and pulled it under the sheets with her, not noticing the flicker of disappointment on Steph's face as she pulled it unseen up her bare legs. The corset-top was trickier, but Emily sat up for that, facing the wall and keeping her back to Steph. She wrapped the corset around her chest, under her arms, and had to inhale to draw the two sides together and start fastening them into place.

A minute later and, finally, she was as ready as she could be. Unsteady, Emily stepped out of bed.

"You can use my brush," Steph said.

"Thanks," Emily said faintly.

She went to the other side of the room, trying to keep to the side rather than being in full view of the window and the square outside, and moved to the mirror. While brushing her hair she took a long, wary look at what she'd be wearing today.

She'd seen the clothes hung up, yes, but seeing them on her made it much more clear how little they hid. The corset wrapped around her chest, the bottom at her navel, and the top about halfway up her breasts, technically decent but with a dip where the two sides joined in the middle that showed so much cleavage it reached the bottom of her breasts, the curves of each perfectly displayed. With how tight the corset was, they were even accentuated.

She'd worn bathing suits more decent than that. And even that was only half her outfit, for past the bare strip of skin of her exposed stomach started the skirt, delicately held just below her hipbone, a hint of her flesh dipping visible just over the top. She'd have preferred to have it much higher, but then she'd be left with the problem of the bottom of the skirt, barely a quarter of the way down her thigh and if she stood sideways she could see the crease at the bottom of her cheeks peeking into view. Quickly she patted the skirt down; that was the other problem, it was a flared skirt meant more to push outwards than be worn down. Every few moments she needed to lower a hand and force it to actually cover her legs rather than ruffling up enough to bare even more than she had already on display.

And when she shifted, she felt her bare thighs rub together, very conscious of her lack of underwear beneath the skirt as the air pressed against her skin. Yeah, she would want to be really, really careful about letting it flare up.

Once she'd brushed her hair, Emily returned the brush, letting her hair fall down neatly over her bare shoulders. She tried to put on a brave smile as she faced Steph.

"Follow me!" Steph said cheerfully. "I know my way around."

Heart pounding, Emily walked out of their room, stopping only to put on her heels. She still had those at least.

Her legs felt a little weak. This was the least she'd ever worn out of her room; she'd honestly have preferred to have been wearing one of her swimsuits, those would cover more skin than this, and at least they'd look natural. Steph's clothes not only made her blush with how much was on display, but she shuddered to think what people would think of her if they saw her in this.

She almost screamed again as they walked out of the longer corridor into a larger hall filled with a few dozen people. Apparently more than just this hall's residents were visiting. She stumbled, about to just run the way she'd came before she felt Steph's encouraging hand on her lower back, heart skipping a beat as Steph's little finger brushed bare skin and reminded her of how lacking her top was.

"Hey, don't panic," Steph said. "I know new people can be overwhelming, but got to get to know everyone, right?"

Emily swallowed. Awkwardly she held her clutch in front of her, hoping it would help keeping the front of her skirt from flaring up, as she was guided out to meet the other students. Her cheeks reddened, and she struggled to find any words beyond a vague 'hi.'

It was just the first day, she told herself. Just the first day. She'd mend impressions and be dressed by the afternoon, hopefully.

So distracted was she, she didn't notice Steph slip away for a moment when she spotted Leo in the crowd.

"How did it go?" Leo said.

"Great!" Steph said, dropping the accent but none of the cheerfulness. "Make sure everyone knows to act like there was some break-in at the laundrette. I told her I sent her clothes there, we don't want her to suspect anything when they don't make it back."

"Gotcha," Leo said. "And the ones she's wearing?"

"Lost a couple of hours' sleep, but I got it done," Steph said. "The fastenings on the corset aren't as strong as they should be, it shouldn't take too much more force for it to tear."

"Nice work," Leo said. "And the skirt?"

"I'm proud of that one," she said. "It's a couple of sizes too big, but the hem's pulled tighter so it fits; a friend in engineering got me a small electromagnet to sew in and that's all that's keeping the skirt tight. And if it turns off, there's no way it'll stay up."

Steph pulled out her phone, scrolling until she found a college-specific app for engineering students to control some of their creations. She winked. Leo clapped her on the back appreciatively.

"Keep me updated," Leo said.

"I know, I know," Steph said. "It's a pain not being able to add stuff to the group chat."

"We don't want it on your phone, what if she sees?" Leo said.

"I know, downside of sharing a room," Steph said. She glanced around furtively; Emily was engaged in an awkward conversation with a couple, still holding her clutch in front of herself.

Giving a mischievous smirk, Steph scrolled through her phone again before opening photos.

"I'll send you these," Steph said. "Pulled the sheets up to snap them last night, make sure everyone knows what we're working towards."

It was Emily, naturally enough. The image was a little dark, but the subject clear enough. Bare legs, Emily on her side, knees bent, but the top leg just a little higher than the other to show tan lines, and reveal her sex just visible between her hips.

The next photo showed her top half, head on the pillow, arms gently moved out of the way to display her breasts; they looked a little bigger than they did compressed by her tight tops.

Leo gave an appreciative chuckle.

"Good luck today," he said. "Sounds like it's going to be fun."

"You bet it is," Steph said. "Oh! And I swapped out her key, hers won't get her back into Presley Hall so she won't be able to just hide inside when she gets back."

"Nice thinking," Leo said.

Steph grinned. Quickly, she pocketed her phone again and sauntered over to the flustered Emily, stopping only to pick up a bar.

"Ready to head out?" Steph said.

"Yes!" Emily said, too quickly.

Hiding a smile, Steph led the way to the front door. Behind her, a visitor stuck his leg out, tripping Emily so she flailed forwards and her skirt flared up, revealing her uncovered butt to the hall; Emily yelped, grabbing for Steph to avoid falling, cheeks flaming. She moved a little faster than to get out.

Steph was almost disappointed she missed that sight. Then again, she had the opportunity for so much more during the day. She couldn't wait.