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Chapter 10 by Fiftyfiftyfifty Fiftyfiftyfifty

Which paper do you pick?

The third paper.

You take the slip of paper and turn it up, reading it to yourself.

"No panties, only skirts," it says. You look confused. That's basically what was already happening today anyway.

When Oliver opens his hand to take the paper, you give it to him, and he grins wickedly as the two other boys look over his shoulder. He looks to them, and gives them both a nod.

"You might not know us well, but we like this city. We walk a lot, hang out a lot. Basically, you've probably seen us a lot without even noticing. So, this is how this option is going to play out. For the next month, you're only going to wear skirts outside, and during this time, you're never going to wear panties. None."

You open your eyes wide, pressing your hand against your skirt. A whole month? Every occasion? At any moment, you could be exposed...

"I told you all this because we're going to make sure. Every time we see you, we're going to find out. If we see you wearing pants or shorts, or we see any underwear under there, we'll get our ****, and you'll really hate that. Do I make myself clear?"

You aren't sure how to react. Could they really find you no matter where you go? A month without undies. At least you were safe in your house. But what if someone wanted to hang out? What about when you're back from holidays and you need to work? They let you wear anything at that job... There's no uniform. But you have ****. You nod cautiously.

"Good. Now, this is good for you. This means you're free to go for now. I guess you're already dressed the part too, huh?" He snickers, tossing your t-shirt onto your lap. "Have a fun month..."

You hesitantly pull the shirt over your bare chest and stand up, walking uncomfortably towards the exit of the bedroom. The three look at you with smiles. At least you can leave, which is something. Though you tug down on your skirt, feeling the breeze under there immediately as you open the front door to leave.

You hear your phone go off in your bag. Quickly, you pull it out to see a text from your sister. You can go home! You find solace in this at least, given the craziness of the day.

What do you do?

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