Makoto hands over her dress

Makoto hesitated. She didn’t want to give up her dress, but the facts were that the butt of her dress was coated in cheese, and if she let go of the back of her dress now, then her underwear would also have cheese on them. She didn’t want that either. They were one of her favorite pairs. So, when Ann prompted her again, Makoto found herself begrudgingly relenting.

“Fine,” Makoto said with a sigh. “Just… give me a moment.” Makoto backed herself into the stall behind her, making sure Ann couldn’t see anything and closing the door, latching it. Her heart started drumming faster just thinking about what she was about to do. It felt like her heart was beating in her ears. Makoto tried to calm her breathing, planning to ease herself into this. Until Ann called out to her to hurry up.

“You’ve got nothing to worry about,” Ann said. “I’m the only one here. And it’ll only be a few minutes before you’ll have your dress back.”

Through great effort, Makoto **** her body into motion, flipping her dress up over her head and wriggling about trying to pull herself free. A few moment later, Makoto held her newly inverted dress in her hand, panting slightly from the exertion. She immediately felt the difference as the room suddenly seemed much chillier than before as it washed over her body, causing her to shiver. She brought herself closer to the door, trying to mentally prepare herself. She held her dress close to the bottom of the stall and before she even offered it to Ann, it was snatched away, catching her off guard. “You’ll have it back in no time,” Ann assured.

Seeing an empty hand where her dress once was, Makoto felt immediate regret. It took her a moment to process everything as her brain seemed to reboot. She was in a bathroom stall at the movies with only her sandals and her lucky (she reserved them for tests and special occasions or when she needed some extra courage, such as when watching a scary movie with a friend), limited-edition “Be Brave, Buchimaru” character-print panties to her name. The whole butt of her panties was the proud, smiling face of Buchimaru, while the front had graphics of Buchimaru scattered around accompanied by little words of encouragement.

Her eyes slowly went from her empty hand to look down on her body, being greeted by her porcelain skin and a pair of perky nipples, her face erupting in a ferocious blush. A shiver ran down her, suddenly hyperaware of her surroundings and situation. When she heard the sudden sound of the faucet turning on, she nearly jumped out of her skin. It’s just Ann, she told herself, taking a deep breath._ It’s just Ann. _The next few minutes couldn’t pass fast enough for Makoto.