Day 2: Appreciation of Nudification

Samantha awoke with bleary eyes, and the remnants of a strange dream. She was cognizant enough to keep hold of the dream remnants, and was able to piece it back together, but she had to imagine she was missing something. The dream, as she recalled, involved similar events to yesterday, but with one big difference: SHE was the petgirl. Samantha could almost be fooled into thinking it was real. She remembered an old movie she once saw that talked about dreams being alternate realities, but she had a hard time believing she'd ever strip herself in an airport, or crawl around a golf course naked, or...use strange pants...to...

Samantha shook her head, she did NOT want that dream to be real, despite the warm feelings she felt down below.

What she did want real was to be able to wear clothes again; after all, she had slept naked the entire night due to her wet clothes, and now had a blanket as her only covering. She slowly got up, blanket wrapped around her like a toga, and walked over to the clothes. Samantha noticed Tiffany was still sleeping, and was surprised at how serene she looked. Tiffany and Samantha had slept in the same room plenty of times, but any time Samantha had looked at her sister, Tiffany always seemed neutral or grumpy while sleeping. For the first time, she seemed at peace. Samantha had no interest in ruining that, so she kept up the quiet approach to her clothes.

They were mostly soggy, which was to be expected, but that combined with the mud and grime made wearing the clothes a gross idea. Samantha almost gagged at the disgusting thought. In doing research for this resort, Samantha knew that every floor had laundry rooms; she never thought she'd need to use them with all the clothes she brought, but now that they were delayed, she didn't have a lot of options. Either she stayed in the blanket, waiting for more hours to dry and stains to latch in, or she could hurry to do some laundry, which meant that after an hour, she'd have her clothes back, and could go anywhere in the resort. It would be a shame for Tiffany, but if Samantha's theory was true, she may prefer staying naked in the room...

'Well, I'm not staying naked in the room,' she decided. Samantha grabbed her clothes, making sure the blanket was tight around her body, opened the door, and took a step outside.

"Warning! Premiere Resort property is not allowed to leave the premises!"

"Wh-what?!" Samantha was scared to hear a voice, which almost seemed as if it was right next to her. As she gazed around, she noticed where the voice was coming from...the blanket.

"Repeating warning! Premiere Resort property is not allowed to leave the premises!"

Terrified of getting in trouble, Samantha took a step back. Not only was the blanket rather loud, it also had eyes...everywhere. Samantha felt quite uncomfortable, knowing that what was basically a robot was able to leer at every part of her. "L-look, I just need to take the blanket outside the room briefly, I will bring it back!"

"Negative!" the blanket shouted. Samantha looked back, worried this would wake Tiffany up, but she still slept calmly. "Due to multiple thefts of blankets in the past year, Premiere Resort property is not allowed to leave the premises!"

Samantha fruitlessly tried to reason with the robot, not believing the company should be this concerned about the blanket getting stolen, but the blanket argued that Premiere Resort had lost tens of dollars in the past few years due to this action.

In frustration, Samantha tossed the blanket to the ground. Being away from the door, the blanket immediately stopped complaining, and a naked Samantha stood fuming. She calmed herself down relatively quickly, but she was still so caught up in her frustration that she didn't even think about the open door. For her benefit, no one was walking by, but she was giving a nice profile view if anyone did.

'Now what?' she thought angrily. She COULD streak into the laundry room, drop off the clothes, and come back, but it would be incredibly bold. She knew her sister had literally done worse, but still...'How DID she have the bravery to do all this? Or...was it even bravery?'

Samantha wondered if there was something sexual motivating Tiffany, which scared her at first, but it also made her curious. 'A feeling so strong it makes you do something so crazy...because it's fun?' Samantha didn't want to believe it existed, but Tiffany was potentially proof that it was. 'Not to mention all the people who do streaking for fun, or be nudists because they feel comfortable that way...or...being a pet, because it's kinky?'

Samantha shook her head to focus her thoughts. There was no sense in getting into the weeds, she needed to figure out WHAT to do, not WHY. She looked back to the door, taking another moment to ponder...before realizing it was open for several minutes now. She immediately went to cover herself, but then realized, 'I'm okay?'

After a few seconds passed, Samantha removed the harsh clutch against her body. She saw the marks on her body, and felt more embarrassed to have hurt herself. Samantha hadn't closed the door yet, and despite being nervous about being seen, she still wouldn't close it. She wasn't quite sure why, but Samantha did know that there was no point. She needed to get herself, and her clothes, to the laundry room.

For a brief moment, she actually considered just walking straight to the laundry room, completely naked, carrying her clothes, but the thought passed quickly and was replaced by the instinct to wear clothing. She hated the way they felt, and legitimately wished she just did the trek naked. Thankfully, the good thing about wearing clothes meant she'd check her pockets before leaving, and remembered to grab the hotel room's key card. Even though she had the clothes covering her, she felt less naked with it in her pocket.

After about a minute, she reached the laundry room, and to her relief, it was an empty room. In theory, she'd never care about needing the privacy, but considering she only had dirty clothes, and desperately wanted to remove them all, she craved privacy. At first Samantha struggled to decide what to remove, but after feeling another squelch of wetness, Samantha decided it had to be all or nothing. It was risky, crazy, and probably a bad idea in so many ways...but she couldn't stand wearing them any longer, and shoved them all inside. Samantha blushed furiously as she input the commands for a quick wash of clothing, and felt relief as the washing machine came to life.

And then horror as she realized she left something important in her pocket.

She had been in such a rush to get her clothes in the washer and get this mess gone...she forgot to remove the hotel key card. She immediately pulled on the handle, hoping the machine wouldn't be locked...and of course it was.

A new choice came to Samantha, and she really didn't like either option. Should she have to rush back to the room and try waking up Tiffany, or hope the privacy is maintained as she sits and waits for the washing to be complete?