The Intrusive Thoughts Win, and Erica gets caught

I struggled for a second. This was ridiculous! Stripping naked at a laundromat? Though, it couldn’t be much more insane than skinny dipping at a water park, or stripping naked at school. Or any of the… other adventures my friends took me on.

I felt myself beginning to get wet. The memories were arousing me. I shook my head to get the thoughts out. This was a public place. Anyone could walk in at any moment.

But as I looked around, I saw how empty the place was. There wasn’t even anyone outside. Chances were, I’d get it done and get out without anyone noticing.

Am I really considering this? I asked myself this question over and over again until I noticed a few stains on my shirt, no doubt from last night’s dinner. That settled it. I needed these clean, if nothing else.

Just my t-shirt and jeans, I told myself. That’s it. I was going to keep my underwear on.

I took a breath, kicked off my sandals, and started pushing down my jeans. My Hello Kitty panties said, “Hi!” to the room. These weren’t my regular panties, I swear! I ran out of clean panties, and these just continued to fit in adulthood.

Before I could change my mind, I pulled out my phone and my wallet before tossing my jeans into the machine.

“Alright,” I whispered, shaking as the draft enveloped me. “No turning back.”

I grabbed the hen of my shirt and lifted it over my head. My training bra was exposed to the room.

Yes, you read that right. I still wear a training bra. I’m not even a AA Cup, or an A Cup. For most of my educational experience, I was too flat chested to wear a bra. At least, that’s what my mom said. After enough stripping excursions, I convinced her to buy me a bra. I’d rather not relive the embarrassing experiences that led me to realize how small I really was.

I tossed my t-shirt into the machine and grabbed the lid. Just as I made to close it, I halted. Not too many people knew I needed a training bra, and I’d rather keep it that way. Cautiously, I reached for the bra with one hand.

Which would be worse? To be seen in a training bra? Or topless?

Before I could man the decision, the door opened.

I gasped and whirled around. I quickly crossed my arms over my chest as I saw who entered.