Go back to the camp

Nope. Nope nope nope nope. There’s no way you’re going to town in a dress. You justify it to yourself by saying you could never get a respectable, hard working job wearing a dress. You rarely get respectable, hard working jobs regardless, but you decide to conveniently forget that for now. Glancing up at the bright morning sun steadily marching towards midday, you curse the passing of time. You curse that stupid wizard, too. If it weren’t for him, you wouldn’t be in this mess. Since you’re already cursing things, you curse that rock you just stumbled over. That stupid rock got in your way on purpose! That blinding sun is beating down on you now, too. You always travel to town early this time of year, because walking along the road quickly gets hot and dry. Man, you wish you had a hat.

Your world is suddenly and completely enveloped in black as a drunken hiccup announces the arrival of a deluge of goo slimily raining down on you. After the impromptu rain stops, you turn around to find the drunken wizard standing behind you. A number of emotions flash through you. First, rage consumes your whole being. This stupid, alcoholic wizard and his stupid, alcoholic magic! Then amazement, as you remember the state in which you first found your companion. Curiosity makes a brief appearance, as you wonder how the wizard could stand, let alone follow you a good few miles without you noticing. Then back to rage, as you remember that he just dumped an entire bathtub’s worth of… whatever that stuff was, on your head. Finally though, embarrassment took over and overrode everything. The sludge had left your dress soaked, and partially transparent. Your theory concerning your underwear was now thoroughly and visibly confirmed. Crimson burned through your cheeks as the wizard mumbled and slurred his syllables enough for his mouth to finally start forming words.

“Huh… Hey, girlie! Fancy a roll in the… the… what’s it called…” The wizard stumbled around, as if physically searching for the word. “Hay! Yeah…” He put the bottle shakily to his lips with a laugh. As he tilted the bottle up, it slid off his lips and he spilled a portion of his remaining drink over his shoulder. As the liquid spilled across the ground, splashes of fire sprang up quickly before leaving a singed ground as evidence of the brew’s potency. “Le-... Let’s roll in the hay…” The old wizard laughed.

“Um… No thank you.” You respond flatly. Although you still were uncomfortable to be in front of anyone dressed as you were, the **** inebriation of your only witness made it at least bearable. And as hot and bright as the sun was, you were already drying out. Your dress was almost completely opaque once again, and the only evidence that you had been wet was the lack of fluff the dress was clearly designed to show off. Starting to think with a clearer head, you decide that your situation really isn’t that bad. Or at least as bad as it could be.

“Oh…” The wizard looks sad at your denial, but quickly perks up again. “Oh… Okay!” The wizard laughs again. You can’t help but giggle bemusedly as well, silently thankful that the wizard’s a happy drunk.

“Wha, what’s a… pretty thing lick you… doing out here?” The wizard asks. You can’t help but blush at the compliment. It might be based in confusion, but it’s rare that people say nice things to you. Actually, it’s rare for anyone to even give you the time of day, but the point remains.

“I’m actually not…” You trail off, realizing that you probably shouldn’t give more information than you need to. Stranger danger was still a thing, even if that stranger was pleasant and drunk out of his gourd. “I’m on my way back to my camp.”

“Oh! Uh… Really?” The wizard looks thoughtful for a moment. You can’t figure out if he’s trying to remember what he was going to say, or fighting indigestion. A sudden, loud burp answers your curiosity. You also notice a boulder down the road spontaneously explode. “That’s exactly where I was going!”

“Oh, that’s nice,” you say pleasantly, turning to continue on your way. Your dress was rapidly going from dry, to warm, and making its way towards hot, so you wanted to get to your camp as quickly as possible.

“Mind if we walk together?” The old wizard asked.

“Uh, sure.” You answer, but continue walking. You hope that the drunkard will lose interest or get distracted before long, but you don’t mind the company for now.

“Hey, catch!” You turn to see what the wizard is referring to, only to see the giant water balloon inches away from your face. You have just enough time to close your eyes as the balloon crashes into you, thoroughly soaking you and your dress. The wizard clutches his abdomen and falls over laughing at your renewed predicament. Once again your dress is soaked and transparent, revealing your corset and panties beneath. Thankfully, they were still opaque, but you still weren’t happy to be showing them off to the general public. You huffed and turned back to continue down the road. At least you were temporarily immune from the torrential heat wave, even if you could feel the wizard staring at your little butt.