Disrobe

Viola had worn the same outfit for many years. The same thing she’d died in, and now that she had a body to herself, she thought it best to undress. Even more so considering the shame associated would be her captive’s and not hers

Hayley didn’t understand her own actions, all she wanted was to read, and now she was undressing to her unmentionables. It would feel nice if it weren’t for how cold the house could be. A chill permeated her, an unnatural chill.

Shirt, Pajama Pants, undershirt: one by one they were discarded. Viola continued her removal of clothes, upset it was almost over already. The modern age didn’t have as many articles of clothing as she was used too. She continued with removing her bra and panties, but when she got to socks she hesitated. After all they only accentuated her newfound nudity. Maybe she’d keep them.

Whatever had overtaken Haley must have been satisfied as all that was left of her clothing were some socks. It was beyond embarrassing, but felt strangely arousing, like that of a scene from her novel which filled her with an emotion she knew all too well.

Viola felt it too, the feeling and craving only a mortal could enjoy. Maybe she’d take time to encourage her little play thing, or maybe have her experience the shame Viola originally had planned.