No Cause For Alarm

Meryl woke to the sound of the fire alarm. She was up and flailing before she was even fully conscious, having always taken such things with deadly seriousness. Staggering over to her door, she harshly pulled it open and wandered out into the hallway. It was darker now, approaching evening, and she had to keep hold of the railing to keep her balance as she navigated her way across the landing and down the stairs. Meryl had no idea where Missy or her Mother were, but in her half-conscious state, she guessed they must already be outside. The front door was already open, so Meryl rushed on toward and through it, and found herself standing outside. Her pyjamas were loose and flowing on her, the shirt roomy, rustling over her bare breasts with every movement she made. Dimly, she remembered how she'd forgone underwear, and in the bracing cold of the evening, and the sight of her own stiffening nipples rising to attention beneath the fabric, began to regret that particular decision.

She saw no sign of Mum or Missy, and was just about to see if they were still inside when she felt her pyjama trousers slithering down off her hips and landing in a little pile at her feet. Meryl was shocked, scarcely able to believe another wardrobe malfunction was occurring, and here of all places! She stooped to pick them up, but someone shoved her back off her feet, and she landed on her bare bottom on the cold stone path. "Oof," was all she could say. She looked up, and with dismay, saw a hand snatching up her pyjama trousers and disappearing back behind the door with them, then unceremoniously slamming it shut. "No..." she whispered. "No...no, no...no..." she put her hands on her thighs, as if wanting to confirm she was truly as bottomless as she felt. "No...this can't...this isn't..." Meryl rose shakily to her feet, trying pitifully to pull her pyjama top down to cover herself and striding up to the door to bang loudly on it. "Hey!" she cried. "Anyone?! Hello! Mum?! Missy?!" she could feel tears coming on again, and continued banging on the door until she heard footsteps approaching. She glanced up and saw someone walking down the street, and ducked down behind the wall dividing the front of their house and that of their next-door neighbours. "Oh god, oh no..." she hissed, trying to wrangle the smooth material to cover her arse and pussy. Meryl pressed herself into the wall to avoid being seen, able to see only the barest sliver of the pedestrian as they walked on by her, apparently not having noticed the half-naked blonde beauty crouching behind the wall.

When they were gone, she rose up slightly to peek over the wall. The street looked deserted, for the time being, that was one consolation at least. Meryl looked down worriedly at nude lower half, trying to ignore the tiny, tiny spot of warmth she could feel blossoming somewhere in her loins. "Why...why does this keep happening to me?!" Meryl crouch-walked over to the front gate, peering through the gaps in it at the row of houses across the street. If that dirty old man Felnick saw her now...

She breathed deeply, aiming to calm herself. There was no Kayla to help her, not now...there had to be some way out of this, some way to recover from this latest round of humiliation. She pressed her hands into her crotch as she sat there, trying to ignore her nipples as they poked insistently through her top, and the persistent chill on her buttocks and legs. What to do? Where to go?