More Inconsistencies

The next morning, you realized that perhaps you didn't wake up at all.

"Long night?" Asks Katie from beside you, as the two of you were heading to school. A very naked Katie. You had rubbed your eyes plenty, and even pinched your hand, but it seems that you were indeed awake. Other pedestrians seem less surprised, but that doesn't stop them from looking anyways.

The fact that your girlfriend, not to mention all the other senior girls, were all completely naked was just a little bit odd. That wasn't the case yesterday...was it?

"Hey, strange question Katie, but do you remember what you were wearing yesterday?" You ask casually, trying to figure out if you were having an early onset of dementia.

"Wow, you must've gotten no sleep at all if you're asking something as silly as that," she replies with a giggle. "I haven't worn anything to school since senior year. Part of the new rules, remember?"

"Oh yeah, of course... Bit of a brain fart," you say, unsure of yourself at the point. Even as you chat with Katie, memories of what the past semester should've been fills your mind, yet it feels like watching a movie rather than true memories. Was this truly how it was? Perhaps it would be better to accept it as opposed to fighting it...

The two of you arrive at the school gates, where a bored police officer stands. Since when could this school afford this level of security?

When you get close, the officer opens his mouth to speak, but before he can get a word out, Katie has already bent over, a hand on each ass cheek, spreading them for him. "Yes, yes, we've heard the spiel over and over. Can you get this over with so we can get inside? It's kinda cold out here," she says with an exasperated tone.

Sighing in annoyance, the officer puts on a pair of rubber gloves and rubs some sort of lube onto them, before mechanically sticking his forefinger into her anus. It seems both people on either end of the exchange were unhappy with the necessity of this operation...

Katie grunts with discomfort as he digs around with his finger, but otherwise doesn't complain, and it is evident that this isn't her first rodeo. From where you stand, you can see everything, including her tight slit that's getting wetter by the second, but that's not what's on your mind.

Her butt. What was it about her butt that triggers a visceral reaction from you. Suddenly, an image buried deep underneath your psyche rears its head: the pink thong. Why would you have such a powerful memory within you if she hasn't worn clothes at school in a whole semester? And yet, that thong that you saw in your jerk off session yesterday refuses to leave your mind. You feel as though you're at a crossroads in your life. The blue pill, or the pink pill?

(Short filler because I'm tired and busy with irl stuff. I'm curious what direction people want this to go to? Or I supposed I can just write both if I get around to it. Thank you for all the kind comments. I read them all even if I don't respond.)