Nancy is pranked!

Robin listening to the sounds of Nancy moving around in the bathroom. When the shower started up, Robin waited a few minutes before heading down into the cellar.

Studying the boiler carefully, Robin turned some knobs and twisted some dials. She laughed when she heard a high-pitched scream issue from upstairs.

Robin returned to the lounge and began preparing Nancy's bed, while her guest enjoyed her freezing shower...

xxx

Just as Nancy was starting to relax for the first time in hours, she was suddenly jolted out of her daydreams when her lovely, warm shower abruptly turned into a frozen deluge.

She screamed and jumped out from under the water, shivering and breathing heavily. When she had recovered, Nancy realised that she was still dirty, so reluctantly **** herself back under the shower. The brunette gritted her teeth and cleaned herself as quickly as possible.

She massaged shampoo through her matted hair and scrubbed soap over her pale skin, taking care around her cuts and scratches.

As soon as she was clean, Nancy slammed off the shower. With her small chest heaving, the brunette snatched up a towel and wrapped it around herself.

However, it was only when the towel was secure that she realised how small it was. She tugged firmly on the hem, but it only just reached mid-thigh; meanwhile, a hint of cleavage was visible at other end.

Nancy glanced around and glumly saw that there were no other towels in the bathroom. So with her skin glistening and brown hair plastered to her head, Nancy unlocked the door...

xxx

Robin looked up when she heard footsteps descending. A pair of feet appeared on the stairs, followed by a pair of slender legs, and finally the rest of the soaking, cold, Nancy Wheeler.

"Hi, Nance, feeling better?"

"Y-your s-shower," Nancy's teeth chattered. "S-s-so c-c-cold!"

"Oh, sorry about that! I forgot to say that the hot water just cuts out!" Robin lied.

"D-d-do you h-h-have a-any c-clothes I c-could b-borrow?" Nancy asked rubbing her sides and water continued to pool around her small feet.

"How about a nice drink to warm you up?" Ignoring Nancy's question, Robin handed the towelled girl a steaming mug.

Pining the towel to her sides using her elbows, Nancy gratefully accepted it.

Rather than offer her a seat like any accommodating host would, Robin simply left Nancy to stand shivering and sipping her drink in awkward silence.

Nancy had drunk barely half of her drink when she felt her eyelids become heavy and her mouth opened wide in a yawn.

"You must be tired, Nance!" Robin laughed, "come on, let's get you to bed."

The sound of a warm, comfy bed excited Nancy, but not wanting to appear rude, made herself drain the rest of the mug.

She could barely keep her eyes open now, and Robin had to catch her before she fell to the floor...although her towel was allowed to slide down around her feet.

"D-don't look..." Nancy murmured, but she didn't have any strength left to do something about her exposure.

"Here you go, Nance," Robin smiled at her, helping the wet, naked girl down onto a makeshift bed on the sofa. Not what Nancy had pictured, but it was better than nothing.

She wriggled under the duvet, and by the time her head hit the pillow, Nancy was already asleep.

xxx

Robin smiled down at the sleeping girl.

She was surprised at how fast the sleeping pills had taken effect. But then she had used 5 times the recommended dosage.

Nancy would be in a deep sleep for many hours yet, but Robin didn't delay. She pulled off the duvet, slid the pillows carefully out from underneath Nancy's head and removed any other cushions, blankets or pillows lying around.

Reaching up, Robin unhooked the curtains from the windows. Moonlight illuminated Nancy's pale body...but she was in such a deep sleep, she didn't stir.

After making sure anything that could even remotely be considered as clothing was removed from the room and stored securely in her bedroom, Robin got to work on the next stage of her plan.

Retrieving her razor, Robin descended on her nude victim, and carefully removed every follicle of hair below her eyebrows. Of course Nancy Wheeler would be the sort of pysco-feminist who thought not shaving was a middle finger to the patriarchy, Robin thought, rolling her eyes.

Robin caressed Nancy's smooth arms and legs, and gently patted her bald pussy, making sure she hadn't missed a single hair.

Satisfied with her work, Robin finally took herself off to bed. Man, humiliating the school nerd sure was exhausting!

xxx

Nancy Wheeler's chest rose and fell gently, her body in the deepest, most peaceful sleep it had ever experienced.

Her damp skin continued to sparkle in the moonlight, one hand trailing lazily towards the floor, her small, bare feet twitching.

Anyone walking past the window would have a perfect view of the young journalist, as naked as the day she was born, and unaware of what awaited her when she finally woke...