Kate

It didn’t take long for her to realize she’d forgotten her flannel. The shoes came later.

A cold gust of wind is what sparked her memory, the breeze reminding Kate of her lost top. By then however, Lisa’s house had already crested over the hill and she decided that the flannel wasn’t important enough to turn back. Hugging herself to keep warm, she pressed on and only figured out the scope of her situation when she stubbed her toe on a poorly placed rock.

Then a car passed over a large puddle, splashing her.

“Fuck!” The girl yelled to no one, her situation worsening by the second. Stomping her foot on the ground, she calmed down by screaming profanities to the car that had drenched her.

Cold, shivering, and wet, she turned around to look at the progress she’d made and pondered whether she should turn back. “I’m almost home though.” She told herself, noting that her parent’s abode was a couple more blocks down the road. At this point, she’d already made it more than half way.

She glanced back down to her soaked clothes, frowning. While the shirt was definitely ruined, her shorts were made of denim and would be fine after a quick wash. Unfortunately, her socks were also pretty bad, being caked with grass, sand, and dirt.

Resolving to press on, Kate made it a few more steps before another cold breeze swept through her, chilling her to the bone. Now that her outfit was wet, it made the chilly winds all the more worse. She didn’t want to risk running and spraining an ankle, and so after glancing about once more and ensuring there wasn’t anyone with her on both the road and sidewalk, Kate did the only thing she could think of to stay warm.

She took off her top.

Standing only in her bra and wet shorts with her skin exposed, she shivered once more. This time however, it wasn’t as bad and she tucked her shirt under her arm as she quickened her pace, finishing her walk as fast as she could.

“Mom! I’m home!” She called out once she’d arrived, glad to no longer be outside. Her first bit of business was to head to the laundry room, taking off both her socks and shorts before throwing them into the hamper.

“Welcome back sweetie!” Her mother called back, her voice echoing from beyond the house. “How was Lisa?”

“She’s well! Just helping her mom prep for the big yard sale.”

Kate had been making her way to her room to change when she ran into her mother, Maribeth. The older woman was carrying a large laundry basket against her waist, making for the room her daughter had just left.

“Oh, you’re wearing underwear…” Having been caught in just her bra and panties, Kate expected her mother to say something, but from her tone indicated, it seemed her mother found it weirder that she was wearing them at all.

Before she could reply however, Maribeth moved passed her, dismissing her comment as nothing more than a curious observation.

“And how’s her mom doing?”

“She’s fine.”

“That’s good.” Maribeth turned the corner into the laundry room, putting the basket down. “You know, I never fail to be inspired by those two. The way they’re not afraid to go against our social norms; it's empowering. They really do make a perfect couple.”

Perfect couple... “Wait, what?” But as Kate turned to confront her mother, Maribeth had already turned on the washing machine, it’s loud noises drowning out Kate’s question.

Sparked on by her mother’s words, Kate decided to head towards the nearest washroom instead of focusing on finding a new outfit. Once inside with the door shut behind her, she took a moment to look at the leaf sticker in the mirror, pawing at it with her hand.

It couldn’t be real, could it? Surely it was nothing more than a twisted joke; there’s no way she and Lisa had discovered magic stickers locked away in her friend’s attic. The idea was nothing short of absurd.

Then again, despite her best efforts, it was impossible for her to take the sticker of the leaf off. She racked her mind to try and remember what the leaf was supposed to do, her eyes widening in realization when she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror.

It was only then she realized how stuffy her wet bra was. While her shirt had taking the brunt of the damage, some puddle water had evidently seeped through and soaked her bra too, and it was only now starting to become uncomfortable. Trying to ignore the growing sense of dread by telling herself she was going to change anyway, she undid the clasp and soon found herself completely topless, naked save her panties. If it weren’t for the fact that she was alone in front of the washroom, her slender body would be on display for everyone to see.

“Permanently, if I don’t get rid of this sticker” She told herself.

She quickly used the toilet and left for her bedroom, not realizing she’d also left her panties behind, discarded on the floor next to her bra.