As expected

Tiffany turned the shower off, and breathed a sigh of relief as she opened the curtain. She caught sight of Gina, crouched over the toilet and cleaning its interior. Tiffany shrieked, and pulled the curtain back into place. Luckily, her roommate hadn't seen or noticed her brief exposure, as she was wearing earbuds. She breathed a sigh of relief, and decided to tap Gina on the shoulder. But just as she outstretched her hand from behind the curtain, Gina suddenly stood up, and grabbed hold of the curtain herself. Before Tiffany could react, she yanked the curtain open, causing Tiffany to yelp in surprise, and quickly cover herself with her hands. Gina stared blankly at Tiffany's naked, wet form for a moment, looking her up and down. "Huh. You're still in here." She calmly stated, nodding her head. She continued to look at her for a moment, which seemed to Tiffany to be way longer than ever necessary. Finally, she broke the silence again. "You look really good in that necklace. But maybe that's because you look pretty good naked too." She complimented, turning away to focus on a dirty spot in the shower.

Tiffany had expected her roommate to react with more shock, and at least close the curtain back, but she had made no move to do so. Deciding to take matters into her own hands, Tiffany briefly uncovered her breasts to grab at the curtain, and pulled it further into the shower, covering her body. "A little privacy please?" She sarcastically questioned, trying to hint at her roommate to leave. Gina didn't seem to get the hint, and just shrugged before stepping into the shower and spraying a spot with bleach. "Sorry. We have to clean up, I have... my parents are coming tomorrow." Gina lied. Tiffany rolled her eyes in response, growing annoyed. "Well can it wait? I haven't even gotten dressed yet. I literally just finished." Tiffany questioned. But her pleas went unheard, as Gina simply plugged her other earbud back into her ear.

Tiffany realized her roommate really did have no intention of leaving, and decided to make a break for it. Abandoning the curtain, Tiffany stepped onto the rug, and looked around for towels. The towel rack was mysteriously empty, so Tiffany looked around for her old clothes. Her panties, and the T-Shirt were both missing, causing Tiffany to groan in frustration. Deciding the bathroom was a hopeless venture, Tiffany took a deep breath before dashing into the hall, and towards her room. Her unrestrained breasts and ass jiggled lightly as she made her way towards the door, only to find it locked.

Now Tiffany was beginning to panic, as without her room, she was locked out naked. She paced back towards the bathroom, and felt above the door for the small key which could lock and unlock all the bedroom doors. Finding no luck there as well, Tiffany began to blush a bright red. Nervously, she made her way into the living room, finding Angie sitting casually on the couch, watching TV. She quickly ducked behind the corner again, but it was already too late.

"Hey Tiffany, loving the necklace. Best part of your outfit, really." Angie sarcastically complimented. Tiffany rolled her eyes in response. "Har de har. What did you do with my clothes? Also, give me the key."

Angie seemed to ponder for a moment. "Clothes? I don't know what you're talking about. And if you need some keys, I have no idea either. I locked the bedroom doors to prepare for... Gina's parents tomorrow." Angie explained, wincing as she realized how bad of a lie she had told. Luckily for her, Tiffany was too focused on getting dressed to notice how bad of an excuse it was. "Whatever. Find the key, because I need to get dressed." Tiffany commanded. Angie merely shrugged in response. "I don't see the problem. I think you're dressed for success, if you ask me." Angie couldn't help but let a sly wink in Tiffany's direction slip, causing her to blush a bright red. Tiffany quickly decided to take matters into her own hands, and survey the living room and kitchen for something to wear. Angie suppressed a laugh, as she watched Tiffany step into the open, with nothing but a necklace and her hands to preserve her modesty.

"What has gotten into the two of them..." Tiffany thought to herself, her cheeks as red as a tomato.