Makoto caves and follows along with Ann's plan

(chapter originally by MidnightWisher on writing.com)

Makoto felt her resolve start to waver as Ann stared at her expectantly. After a few moments, Makoto relented. Hesitantly, she slid her fingers under her dress’s collar and pulled it off, feeling it peel from her skin. She felt her heart begin to race, clutching her formerly-white dress to her chest and looking around for a moment before setting it down in the sink next to Ann’s. Next, she moved her hands shakily to hook into the hem of her leggings, slowly peeling them down her legs and depositing them with her dress.

“I – I think I’m ready,” Makoto said, looking to Ann. The blonde girl had her arms crossed, her foot still tapping impatiently.

“You’re not going to clean your underwear?” Ann asked, incredulous. Makoto shook her head, a thick blush on her cheeks. “But look at them, Makoto! If you don’t clean them now, they’ll stain, and you won’t be able to wear them again.” Makoto caught her reflection in the mirror, inspecting the damage. Her white bra was currently a light brown, and the Buchimaru-themed panties she wore were now poor simulacrum of their former selves, the white parts now a light brown and semi-transparent, not providing her any real cover anymore. She bit her lip and frowned, those were her favorite pair, she didn’t care how childish they may appear.

“I guess you’re right…” Makoto said, heart pounding in her ear, as she reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. Limply, it sat on her chest until she pulled it off, one arm at a time. As soon as the bra came off her skin, she shoved one of her arms over her breasts. The bra joined her other clothes in the sink as she stood there, trying to will her free hand to pull her panties down. It wouldn’t move. Makoto was so focused on her panties, she didn’t notice the unique glimmer that passed over Ann’s earrings right before her friend suddenly hooked her fingers in her panties and tugged them down to her ankles in one swift motion. Instantly, a neon glow resonated from Makoto’s face, her free hand darting between her legs.

“Wh-what are you doing?!” Makoto found herself practically yell out, trying to position herself so her friend couldn’t see her butt. She nearly tripped over her panties.

“You were taking too long!” Ann exclaimed. “At this rate, all our clothes are going to be stained. Now, come on, step out of those panties.” She instructed, bending down and grabbing hold of her friend’s panties. Slowly, Makoto pulled her feet out of the leg holes, nervously.

“Uh-uh, sorry?” Makoto said, watching Ann throw the panties into the sink with the rest of her clothes before turning on the sinks.

“All right, let’s get to it.”