Kathy’s New Daily Struggle

While Jenny spent the day house hunting for her new home Kathy had spent the day as she normally would. But unbeknownst to her, her normal day would be interfered with new struggles which would become her new normal.

That morning Kathy awoke and sat up. Her hair a mess from sleep. She rubbed the sleep from her tired eye. The thoughts of the days previous events still fresh in her mind. She held up her right hand and pressed her left thumb into her palm massaging it. Yesterday was like a nightmare to her. Some nutty lesbian freaks kept trying to propositioning her and then It was like she had no control over her own hand.

After several minutes of sitting on her bed trying to reason out everything that had happened to her the day prior she finally decided it was time to get her day started. Swinging her feet off the bed she stood up and walked headed to her dresser to pick her clothes for the day. As she did she passed by her vanity mirror hanging on the bedroom door. As she passed it out of her peripheral vision Kathy caught a glance of something that seemed off to her. She paused and took several steps back and looked at her reflection. Her she rubbed her eyes again to make sure she was seeing what she was seeing and that she wasn’t still dreaming.

Kathy’s reflection wore a pair of black lace panties with matching bra. The panties were crotchless to boot. This caused her to look down at her self. She was indeed wearing the black underwear. “What the fuck…” she muttered in confusion. When Kathy had gone to bed she wore a basic plain pair of white cotton panties and a baggy t-shirt which was what she usually slept in. She looked around confused and spotted her normal night clothing sitting in her landry basket. “Did someone…”.

Her eyes went wide with terror as she reasoned someone must have broke in during the night and changed her clothes while she slept. Kathy ran over to her window and checked to see it if was locked which it was. She then proceeded to check her whole apartment over. Every window, sliding door, and main door were all locked with no sign of damage. In the end Kathy came to the conclusion that no one had broken in but was still unsure why she wore what she was wearing.

After finally calming down she went back into her bedroom and pulled off her underwear. Kathy had an early class that day and needed to get ready since she never woke up early enough to screw around. She selected a pair of baby blue panties and bra from her dresser and then a pleated black skirt. She put on a white button up blouse to go with it and sat down to do her hair and makeup. After about an hour she got up and headed out to start her day…

Kathy arrived at her first class of the day. Her first class was biology. A class she really didn’t give a rats ass about but needed it because like all colleges hers required this dumb shit. She sat in her usual spot near the door and unpacked her bag of her book and note book. While the other students filed in, Kathy found her mind wandering back to the coffee shop.

*SMACK!!!*

“Hey! What the fuck Kathy!?!” Yelled a voice from beside Kathy. The sudden sound and a slight stinging on her hand bringing Kathy out of her reverie.

Kathy looked up and realized her hand was sitting on Jessica Rodgers, a fellow student and long time friend’s butt giving a soft rub. Her eyes went wide as she realized that she just slapped Jessica’s butt and was feeling her up. Kathy quickly retracted her hand as her face turned red. “Sorry! I just ahhhh… umm…”. She stammered trying to figure out something to say. “Wanted to scare you! I was actually aiming for your back but I guess I missed! Sorry!” She lied. Jessica rolled her eyes and went to take her seat.

The rest of the class went by without further incident however Kathy didn’t hear a single word said by the instructor. Her thoughts complete focused on what had happened with Jessica. It was just like what happened to her at the coffee shop. Her hand just moved all on its own without her input.

Once her class was over Kathy bolted from the room. As she navigated the building moving to her next class of the day she turned around a corner and came to a sudden halt. Her eyes wide with surprise. Kathy jumped back around the corner and placed her back to the wall. “No… no way it’s her…” Kathy said to herself softly. She peeked around the corner to verify. It was. It was the same girl from the Starbucks that had put her leg on her table and hit on her. She was standing outside of a class room talking with another student. In her hand was several books about accounting. “Fuck your have to be kidding me…. That bitch goes here?”

Kathy peeked around the corner again and watched as Cassandra entered the classroom. Kathy finally stepped around the corner and headed to her next class. As she did a feeling of dread washed over her. In her next class was Jenny who saw what happened yesterday and took pictures. She needed to deal with Jenny to make sure she wouldn’t show anyone the pictures. If Jenny did, Kathy felt like her life would be over and she wouldn’t be able to show her face in public again. She had picked on Jenny since they were in mandatory school together as children. She had basically made that girls life hell. ‘Is there anyway I can use that to keep afraid of me enough to not share the picture? What if she tries to use the pictures to black mail me?’ She thought to herself as she headed to her next class

Once Kathy arrived at the classroom she saw that Jenny wasn’t there that day and felt relieved. Jenny was always one of the first to arrive in class. She was never late. If she wasn’t here already, that meant she wasn’t going to be here at all. While she was relieved that Jenny didn’t show up for class she wondered what kept her from showing up. If Kathy had photos that she could hold over someone else she wouldn’t be able to keep herself from letting them know immediately. What was so pressing pressing that would keep Jenny away…

This class started to go by without incident unlike her first class. Again Kathy didn’t really pay much attention to what was going on in class. She spent most of the time thinking about what was happening to her and absently doodling in her notebook. She looked down and her eyes widened in surprise. She had apparently drew a vagina on her note pad and was currently drawing a naked woman. She went to close her notepad to hide the drawing but her terror overtook her as she couldn’t stop drawing. Her hand kept moving the pencil intent on finishing the drawing of the sexually posed woman.

Once the drawing was completed she found herself in control over her hands again. She wasn’t able to move either hand while she was drawing. On the paper was a completed drawing of a naked woman sitting down while leaning back with her legs spread wide, one hand supporting her weight behind her while her other hand was over her crotch. Kathy closed her notebook with a slam. The **** of which made enough sound that it drew everyone’s attention to her.

At this point Kathy’s face was nearing cherry red in color with embarrassment. “Sorry!” I’m not feeling well, I’m just gonna…”. She scooped up her belongs and bolted from the room. Kathy needed to figure out what was happening to her and being put in public was proving to be fairly problematic for her. She needed to get home…

Kathy made it back to her apartment without anything else strange happening to her. She felt like she was loosing her mind or something. She dropped down on her couch and grabbed her TV remote. Tapping the channel button to click through her options of what to watch she really didn’t pay attention to what was on TV. She was just going through the motions as her mind raced. She heard a moaning sound which drew her attention and realized she had stopped on an adult channel. On her screen were two naked woman. One of them was a blond woman wearing only a strap on as she railed another blond who was laying on a large heart shaped bed.

Kathy tried to change the channel but her hand wouldn’t listen to her again. Instead of changing the channel her thumb tapped on the volume button turning it up. She felt a rush of hormones flow through her. She was getting horny and it terrified her. She could feel herself getting horny but she also knew it wasn’t her. She felt complete disgust for what was on the tv. Kathy would spend the next several hours sitting there on the couch. Completely unable to move. Her legs and hands refusing to obey her when ever she tries to get up or change the channel. Her eyes seemingly locked on the lesbian scenes playing out before her. As she sat there, **** to watch the stream of women making loved to each other on her large tv, it occurred to her that she didn’t have a subscription to any adult channels and while she sat there in terror she was also confused as to where this porn came from…