Tammy, a prankster

Marie enjoyed her roommate's sense of humor, but sometimes she could go too far. One time, she decided to replace Marie's shaving lotion with super glue. It wouldn't have been terrible if she was shaving under arms or her legs, but instead she had been shaving a certain...sensitive area. Imagine her surprise when her razor ended up getting stuck in a very inappropriate place! Not only that, but since she used her hands to spread the "lotion", her hands were now glued to what they were touching! Marie was thankful that Tammy hadn't left the apartment that night (but later understood why) and was able to drape a robe over her and drive her to the emergency room. On the way there, Marie noted that the robe, which would normally be modest, was only long enough to just cover her in the front and back if she stood still. The front couldn't close as well as it could because of her arms. Tammy tied it as well as she could, but it wouldn't stop the neckline from gaping open.

In the end, they arrived, and were greeted by a crowded waiting room full of bleeding, pain stricken people. Here she was, wearing a skimpy robe, with her hands glued between her legs. She was never so thankful to have her hand glued to a razor, for if she hadn't, the razor would have been bobbing around against her sensitive skin. However, her other hand was glued to her labia, as she was pulling it taut so she could shave it closer. She was thankful that the file was easily dissolved and she was able to leave within an hour. She was thankful the only scars she got from it were emotional, and she made sure Tammy never spoke about it ever again.

However, it seemed things were going to be just as rough today, as Marie peered into an empty drawer with only a note inside it. This was particularly disturbing to Marie since she normally locked her door to prevent pranks like this. She hoped her roommate hadn't stepped over the line again. She read the note:

"Hey there Sleepy Head!

You were still asleep when I had to leave, so I had to give you this note. As you can see, I took your underwear. I also took your swim suits so you can't wear them instead. I did this because you've been tagging along with us a lot lately, and it seems a bit sad. You need to find someone, and to do that, you need more confidence. So, I've made it so you can go to work without underwear. I even washed and pressed your uniform. It's in the living room. Go ahead and wear it. I just wish I was able to see you in it! Anyways, have a great day, and I'll see you later!

-T"

Marie walked out of her bedroom and into the living room. The uniform was inside a cellophane dry cleaner bag hanging on the coat rack. She got it down and examined it.