Just your Mother taking out the laundry.

Your door opened to reveal that your first guess was correct. A basket filled with your dirty clothes sat upon your bed as your mother shifted and picked from your pile of dirty shirts, haphazardly tossing them over to the basket. She did not seem to notice the door opening or your rising hand as the succubus started to gather

She started to mumble quickly; you only made out something like 'Normalis Novum' between a bunch of complicated words before energy released from her fingers, a purplish bolt that seemed to strike your mother in the back. The only visible effect seemed to be her going still for a moment before she twisted around to grab a shirt off the ground.

"Oh, Hey Honey," She said as her eyes caught you at the door, "I'll be finished in a few minutes."

She paused for a moment, a frown coming to her face, as she suddenly looked at your wayward piles of clothes then back to the basket.

"I'll be right back." She said, putting the shirt in the basket before walking pass you.

"What did you do to her?" You asked nothing the succubus has done has been good for you.

"Just some... adjustments. I am sure you don't want to explain to mommy why you are dressed like this?"

A few moments later, your mom came in, handing you a black trash bag while whipping one open with her hands.

"What?" You start, looking at the bag in confusion.

"I'm sorry hun, I did not realize how bad your clothes were, help me bag them up, and I'll take them to goodwill tomorrow."

Your body began to move, you pulled open your first draw and, with one hand, began to grab handfuls of your underwear and stuffed them into the bag.

"But... What will I wear?" You started, a tad afraid of pushing further with the succubus at the helm.

"Heh, don't be like that!" The sultry voice emanated from your suit, "It's been such a fun night!"

"Don't worry; we can go shopping after school tomorrow." She said, almost carefree, as she moved your shirts from the basket to the trash bag.

You wanted to point out that meant wearing your existing clothes again, nevermind the fact that you could not take it off, but figured whatever the succubus had done would prevent your mother from seeing that as a problem. You gave a little effort to fight the movements of your body, but it had been a long day, and part of you was willing just to give in and let this day be done.

When you were done, your room had been scoured of your clothing. With a frown, your mother had looked at your shoes and said they were acceptable for now, but otherwise insisted on tossing everything. You tried to talk her out of some of your personal t-shirts, favorite bands, or sayings, but she would just seem to lightly chide you and bag them anyways.

While hauling the bags downstairs and into the back of her SUV, you had spotted your sister once peeking out from her doorway. It was hard to get a good look, your body refused to stop, but she looked a bit disheveled and almost wild-eyed before she closed the door. You were worried about what the succubus might have done to her earlier, but could not stop and think about it.

With all that finished, you found yourself alone in your room. You were exhausted, physically, and mentally, and just wanted to sleep. Your closet lay open and bare; your drawers were all empty, just some socks and your shoes were all that remained of your clothing, other then the latex you wore that you had stolen from your sister. You were rather surprised the succubus did not try to cause anything... more to happen tonight, as you sprawled onto your bed, just wanting to fall asleep and hope this turns out to be nothing more than a disturbing nightmare.

"First day, my lovely host, don't want to be too much of a **** driver." She whispered to your as you lay there.

Trying to ignore her, you closed your eyes and did your best to sleep.