Laundry Day (3 days off part 3)

It was another winter day, with cold wind howling across a suburban landscape. Many were bundled up in enormous layers of clothes, and still had to go about their errands as normal. The winter was finally in full swing, with iced roads, the gradual decay of vegetation, and (in some areas) snow. Children were playing outside, tossing snowball after snowball at each other, creating snowmen, snow angels, or other temporary works of art. Yes! A beautiful season matched by its' cold, winter had finally descended in its full might upon the neighborhood Tiffany lived in.

Fortunately, Tiffany planned to spend the day how she would any other day off when the weather reached the low teens. As opposed to hanging out with friends, meeting family, or doing some fun activity outdoors as Tiffany normally did in the summertime, she normally preferred the exact opposite when the cold came around. Cute shorts and T-Shirts were replaced by fuzzy, warm jackets, long-sleeve shirts, pajama pants, and blankets. A day out on the town with friends became a day indoors, huddled with hot chocolate and her pajamas. Panic about going out to eat, getting dressed, shopping, all of that could be condensed immensely during the winter months, where she found it was more acceptable to use the weather to her advantage.

Tiffany fit the image almost perfectly. Red pajama bottoms with polar bears dotted sporadically across in a pattern. Yellow slippers, and matching ankle-length socks. A blue T-Shirt with a winking snow man on the front. Hot chocolate in one hand, her other typing away on the laptop. Life seemed good at the moment, as Tiffany's roommate walked past dressed less modestly in a blue bra, with yellow panties. Tiffany raised an eyebrow, and spoke up. "You seem to be missing a few things." She called out.

Angie scoffed, as she continued past towards the laundry room. "Yeah, yeah." She said, pushing her long, black hair back behind her shoulders as she entered the dimly lit room attached to the kitchen. "Just folding my clothes, and then I'll put something on. I need some of the pants, and a jacket out of here. Me and Gina are gonna be gone for a couple days. Going to go home and see family." Angie explained loudly, making sure Tiffany could hear her. Gina appeared from the hallway which led towards the three roommates' bedrooms, and a bathroom. She nodded her head in agreement.

"My dad went and fell off of a ladder at his job. He's fine, but I figured I could pitch in and help him out since his leg is hurt and he couldn't do any work around the house. Angie's coming along because her parents live a few minutes away." Then, Gina looked more closely at Tiffany, and raised an eyebrow. "...How many times have you worn that since you last washed it.?"

Tiffany thought for a moment. Her basket was pretty full, and she normally did not wear pajamas for very long given her average routine of stripping down to her panties and a long T-Shirt to sleep. She tried to count it back in her head, but quickly realized that since she kept putting the pants and shirt back on top of her dresser, she inevitably kept thinking it had only been worn one day at most. In reality, she had absolutely no idea when was the last time she washed it. "No idea." Tiffany said, recoiling slightly as she spoke. Gina was quick to shake her head. "That's gross. Put something else on. Or don't. Just take it off, please." She said, faking disgust. It was then that Tiffany remembered she was not wearing any underwear, and the memories of the past 3 days flashed through her head.

On Monday, Tiffany secured three days off after her boss noticed signs of fatigue after a busy season. Things had gone pretty smoothly that day, but her roommates caught her hanging out in her room with no pants on, and made her keep them off on the premise of how much she had socially opened up without them. Tuesday was a much different beast entirely. She'd finished excising after sleeping in much later than normal, and her roommates came home early from work. They decided to prank her while she was in the shower, stealing all her clothes, towels, and locking all the bedroom doors. They even hid all the pillows and blankets, as well as an apron in the kitchen. Then, a few friends ended up coming over for movie night, and Tiffany was still not given any access to clothes. She had to sit through the whole film stark naked, much to all her friends' amusement.

Of course, Tiffany then streaked naked (or essentially naked that is) in front of almost ten times as many people the following day. Nina had asked her to come shopping, and Tiffany agreed. The two ended up taking an **** length of time, so Tiffany agreed when Nina asked her to take off all the clothes she had been wearing as try-ons, so she could buy them in time while Tiffany got dressed. Instead, Nina took the chance to play a practical joke on her friend, and promptly stole her actual clothes while leaving her the bare minimum to get home: keys and her license. The store turned out to be legally unable to lend her any clothes to wear (according to the manager), as the national office would seek legal repercussions in exchange for 'Petty Theft'. This led to her streaking in just a pair of socks and her necklace after hours, while many employees were closing shop and exiting the building.

Tiffany couldn't quite decide which had been more humiliating. While the mall had been a far greater amount of people, Tiffany would likely see almost none of the mall employees who saw her ever again. Even if they saw it all, she was just a person to them. They'd never know her, and would never have to. On the other hand, being naked in front of her close-friends was still making her red in the face. These had been people Tiffany could not truthfully say she would never see again. They'd show up at parties for others, more movie nights, and many fun nights out. And every time, she would be reminded: they'd seen all of her. How her breasts looked naturally without a bra, how her butt jiggled a bit as she walked, how she had a birthmark a few inches above her pussy. No bodily secret was safe among her friends any more. They could just look at her, and instantly remember how she'd looked bumbling around naked. That memory felt like she was going to constantly be nude in their heads.

All of these thoughts spun in her mind when Gina offhandedly asked her to change out of her pajamas. Tiffany shook her head, clearing her thoughts as Angie emerged from the kitchen, now dressed in jeans, a grey jacket, and sneakers, with a black bag at her feet. "Well, that settles that. I'm pretty much ready to leave now."

"See ya Tiffany. Please don't spend the whole time wearing that. If I come back and you're still wearing it, I'll have to do something ****." Gina spoke, already on her way out the door. Angie followed close behind, waving as she left. "You should do like me. Just go in the laundry room and start another load, and throw that in too. Then its' just a three hour wash and dry cycle until you can get dressed again." Angie offered, with a wink. "Just a thought though. Bye."

Tiffany looked down at herself again, now that her roommates were gone. She could see a faint brown stain on the shirt from a spill two days ago, and could recognize the one pink looking polar bear from the time she'd spilled ketchup on her pants a week ago. That alone was enough to convince her that it didn't just need to be taken off. "I HAVE to wash these." Tiffany said to herself, standing up.