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Amy frowned. Hadn't she done laundry on Tuesday? She should have a lot more clean underwear than this. Yet all the bewildered student could find in her dresser was a skimpy bra and pantie set she'd bought while feeling exceptionally adventurous but had never actually worn.

Her current underwear had been unwearably stained along with her shirt and pants when a young woman carrying leather tanning supplies had bumped into her. The mortified apprentice had excessively apologized for ruining her clothes, but Amy knew it was an accident and politely refused the other students offer of money. After all, the concoction may have soaked her clothes and left them with a thick smell but, no real harm was done.

Unfortunately, that strange smell had made it too awkward to wear them, so Amy now stood naked in her bedroom looking at the only underwear set she had available. There was nothing for it, she reminded herself while slipping the skimpy undergarments on. As the panties slid into place, Amy couldn't shake the feeling that they had shrunk or were otherwise altered even though they'd never even been worn or washed. The front was quite sheer and only just managed to hide her womanhood because the gusset was double-layered. Her pubic hair would have been visible had she not trimmed it down to a postage stamp. Worse, the back didn't so much expose her behind as abandon it. The thin fabric hugged the twin globes of her behind like a second skin and only formed a far too shallow triangle that descended from the waistband to half-heartedly preserve her modesty before diving between her butt checks.

After buckling the bra behind her back, the scarcely clad student realized it wasn't much better. The garment was strapless and exposed almost the entire top half of her curvaceous breasts. In fact, it took some considerable finagling to keep her nipples covered below the ribbon decorated top.

Amy frowned at her nearly naked reflection in her closet mirror. Surely she'd tried this bra on before buying it? It hugged the lower curve of her breasts perfectly, like it was made especially for her, but there's no way she'd have bought it once seeing it covered this little.

A hand rapped on her bedroom door. "Just come out wearing whatever you have on now," her roommate called, "I'm sure it's fine. We don't want to be late."

Amy stared at her reflection as a slight blush tickled her cheeks. Toni, her roommate, was significantly more open and rebellious than her, but the underwear-clad student doubted her friend was actually suggesting walking the streets this exposed!

"Almost done," Amy replied. She quickly threw on a turtleneck sweater and ankle-length skirt, hoping the conservative nature of her outfit would counteract her embarrassment of knowing she was wearing such skimpy underwear beneath.

When Amy left her bedroom, Toni's warm smile was there to greet her. "You look gorgeous, sweetheart."

The blush returned to Amy's cheeks. Though she knew Toni preferred dating women, she also knew her lesbian roommate just liked to give compliments and wasn't interested in anything more than being her friend.

And she was a great one; earlier in the week, after Amy had been put in the fiddle by her professor, Toni had eagerly and compassionately listened as Amy recounted the day. She had even asked probing questions like how the wood felt against her skin or how restricted her movements were. It was only afterwards that Amy figured out her friend must've sat and listened to her for hours all while suffering through her own muscle pain without any complaint. In fact the naive student only realized her roommate was suffering from stiffness when Toni had retreated into her room and used the Japanese muscle massaging wand on herself for nearly two hours straight.

"You're the sweet one," countered Amy, realizing she probably should have offered her friend a massage that day. "With all the nice stuff you do, I owe you a dozen rub downs. And if I'm gorgeous than what are you? I mean, darn girl, look at your hair. Are you expecting to be on national TV?"

Toni just smiled coyly. It was clear a lot of effort had been put into her hair. The wavy red tresses that descended just low enough to kiss her collarbone were the perfect accent for her square yet feminine face. A lot of thought had been put into her outfit as well. The tight fitting tank top and dress pants tucked into her leather boots would look good no matter where the night took them. What really made the ensemble pop were the accessories: a second belt, a loop of chain hanging from her pocket, and a long scarf of red silk wound brazenly around her neck.

"You're too charming; I'm going to have to gag you or something!" joked Toni. "Come on we need to hurry, Kat changed the plans again."

"Typical. Well it is her birthday... Where are we meeting?"