Accident while looking

(Lost author)

Rachel looked around for something to wear as a top. As she did, the strange events leading up to this moment replayed in her head. How had her day gone from getting oogled by perverted woman think her picture was a naked buff guy to practically getting asked out by one of the female police officer sent to find her clothes after they were stolen... Because she thought Rachel was a buff guy?

"Maybe I should try gaining weight." Rachel said to herself as she continued her search. "Stop going to the gym, eat more fats and carbs, spend my days off being a couch potato; that oughta put some curves on me. At least enough for people not to think I'm a guy, right?"

Rachel groaned as she looked around. Apparently, whoever stole her clothes had also stolen her sheets and towels as well. Something she had apparently missed while worrying about her clothes.

"Great! Now wh-" Rachel began, stopping as she saw a clothesline between her building and the building next to it. A clothesline with a whole different collection of shirts hanging to dry. "Ah ha!"

Racing to her window, Rachel carefully leaned out and attempted to grab one of the shirts, **** to expose her small breasts as she used her other arm to keep her balance in the window. "Almost... Got... It..."

Just as Rachel grabbed it, however, she she lost her balance and slipped out of the window, screaming as she held tightly to the shirt. Unfortunately, the weight of her muscular build caused the clothesline to snap as Rachel yelled and swung like Tarzan into the open window of the building next door. Landing on the carpeting of the hall, Rachel tumbled and rolled around before crashing into a door.

Dazed, Rachel staggered to her feet with a stupid grin as the door to the room opened. A chubby brunette woman looked up at Rachel and frowned. "You're fifteen minutes late!"

"Huh...?" Rachel asked, finally coming back to reality as she turned to The Chubby Brunette.

"And what kinda get up is that?! I specifically ordered for your company to send you over dressed as a fireman!" The Brunette snapped in annoyance, looking the confused Rachel up and down. "I'm sooo giving your company a negative review on their site!"

"My company...?"

"Ugh! Nevermind!" The woman snapped as she grabbed Rachel's wrist and lead her inside, slamming the door behind her. "The girls have waited long enough, plus your hot enough."

Now Rachel was even more confused. Her confusion only grew when the chubby woman brought her into the living room where a large group of woman looked up and cheered wildly...

Minus one mousy looking woman with glasses who gave the chubby woman a sour look.

"Oh, Girls! The Stripper's here!" The Chubby Woman called out as the other women cat called, cheered, and wolf whistled...

Minus the mousy woman.

"Uh... Stripper?" Rachel asked, looking around... Her stomach dropping as she saw a banner reading, "Congrats, Brenda! Good Luck on The Rest of Your Life!".

No... She wasn't!

"Julie! I said no strippers!" The mousy woman snapped in annoyance. "With if Tom found out about this?!"

"Oh, Brenda! Relax!" Julie said with a laugh, "You think Tom's not gonna have a stripper at his bachelor party? Besides, this is your last night as a single woman! Live a little!"

Oh, she was!

Rachel burned scarlet as she used a muscular arm to cover her small breasts. She was at a stranger's bachelorette party... And she was the stripper!