She gets dressed

It's got to be around here somewhere... Amy thought as she looked around the kitchen for her tank top. After another minute of fruitless searching, the topless woman gave up. Amy shivered slightly in the cool air and gazed down at her half-naked body. Screw this, I'm getting dressed.

Amy strolled back into her room and was shocked to see the curtains wide open once again. She dashed toward them and yanked them shut.

"I think I might be losing my mind..." she muttered to herself. "I KNOW that I shut these curtains."

Amy shook her head slightly as she pulled a few things out of her closet. First, she stepped into one of her thongs before pulling it up her legs. Next she put on one of her pushup bras and tugged it into place. On top of that, Amy donned another tank top, a black one this time. Finally, she slipped on some gray ankle socks. Amy sighed with relief. This was the most clothing she had worn all day.

But her attention soon returned to the window curtains. Feeling curious, Amy stepped back out into the hallway and counted to 10. Then she entered her room again. The curtains were still closed.

"Hm..." she mused, "I don't know what's causing that. Unless..." She suddenly froze in fear. What if someone else was inside her apartment?

Amy grabbed a nearby broom as a makeshift club, and began slowly canvasing her apartment. It wasn't too large so it didn't take long. And, of course, she found no one. Amy was relieved to not have found any intruders, but was now even more perplexed as to what was going on.

Still on edge, Amy made herself some lunch and settled onto the couch to watch TV. As the afternoon passed, Amy let herself relax and tried to forget about the embarrassing exposures she had suffered today. And the whole time, nothing weird or embarrassing happened, much to Amy's pleasure.