Morning.

The sun is up when you finally wake up. You are still in the tub, sticky with cum, completely naked, and have a beach towel on you like a blanket. “Hello?” You call out as you stand. No answer, no sounds of anyone else in the room. You stand, stretch, set the blanket aside, and take a long shower. The pigtails have come out, and it is very odd having such long hair, the extensions feel very natural, “Must be expensive.” You clean yourself all over, your breasts are a little sore, and seem a tiny bit larger, which must be because of the piercings, and all the squeezing. Drying off in front of the mirror, you think all the ass fucking has made your butt perkier as well. “Fucking A. You really look like a girl. Don’t you think, Lexi?”

In your best girly voice you answer, “I’m hot. I just love cock. Tee hee.”

“Nope, not doing that voice again. Fuck. Have I always sounded a little girly? I’m probably going crazy.” Towel wrapped around you to cover your naughty bits, breasts included, stupid nipple rings making my boobs all puffy, you head out of the bathroom.

The room is empty, and rather big for a dorm. “Wait, we have our own bathroom.” Grinning you quickly look around. The central area is a decent size room with a tv on the wall, a small couch, small coffee table, with a small pile of pink clothes on it, a small square table and 2 padded chairs, a refrigerator, and a countertop with a sink, coffee maker, toaster oven, rice cooker, and a little electric grill. The bathroom is just to the right of the entrance, and two doors on the right side of the room lead to two very small bedrooms. The first bedroom is obviously Lisa’s, as it is decorated with a bit of an athletic vibe, several posters of gymnasts. The second is yours, inside on the bed you find all your school documents, keys, and phone. The clothes you wore yesterday are on the floor, on a towel, still filthy. “Shit my luggage is still in the car.” You chuckle, “Bet that pile of clothes are for me.” You check them. It is a white shirt, pink skater style skirt, little pink socks, a two piece skimpy pink bikini swimsuit, and white sneakers.

With all of this is a note from Lisa, “Hi Lexi, it’s Lisa. The guys that dropped you off clearly robbed you. I didn’t find any trace of any of your money, credit cards, or anything, no license, nothing. They left you an old suitcase full of ugly men’s clothes, which I took care of for you. Took it to goodwill. They left your keys and your phone at least. I guessed at your size and got this clothes for you from goodwill as well. You should probably call the police, but that’s up to you. I work all day on the weekends, so I’ll see you tonight. If you need to borrow money for food or whatever just call me, or just eat what’s in the fridge.” It ends with her phone number.

You look up and sigh. “They told her my name was Lexi. She gave away my clothes. Ugh. They weren’t that ugly… were they? A skirt… a bikini… ugh.”