She Doesn't have a Shirt!

“Oh, well I had taken your shirt off when I got you here. It was really wet, and I didn’t want you catching a cold or something! Getting it dried now!”

“What?!” Kelsey asks as she clutches the thin sheets to her chest. Now with only her black bra under the sheets, Kelsey is a tad worried. Her shirt wasn’t even there with them now!

“Don’t worry, it’ll be done soon probably,” the girl explained.

Kelsey couldn’t help but think something was fishy. If the girl was washing her shirt because it was wet, why not the pants too? Kelsey was relieved to at least have her pants, but it seemed a little odd. Kelsey wondered if someone would really strip her for their own amusement.

“Why only my shirt?” Kelsey asked timidly, blushing even at the suggestion of being left in just her underwear.

“Oh I was going to, but that’s when you started to stir a little. I had just gotten your shirt off, and went to go tell the nurse, she was in the other room. She told me then to keep an eye on you and she took the shirt to get dried herself,” the girl explained. Kelsey was relieved, at least a little. The girl then spoke up again, “yet, I have to get back to class anyways, so I can take your pants now on my way so those get dried too if you like.”

Kelsey didn’t know what to say. As much as the wet pants needed to be dried, she didn’t want to just strip down to her bra and panties. Yet without even saying anything, the girl got closer to Kelsey’s bed and began to reach for the sheets to pull them off…