The weekend

Amy finally had a day to herself two in fact, and was planning on one day her Alyssa, and Gretchen's day. She felt sorry for the girl so she was hoping to make her day with some gifts and Gretchen now her girlfriend wanted a date. Amy was excited to plan the day and was looking forward to making them both happy. She decided to take them to her new job since her boss was clearing out the unwanted closet and the girls desperately needed clothes. Later a picnic lunch and then in the garden square. She packed a surprise picnic basket with all of Alyssa and Gretchen's favorite snacks. She set out Sunday to make the day special for them both. Amy hops into the shower making sure all windows are locked and her clothes are securely tucked away. Not that there was much left anyway. As she steps into the steamy water, it engulfs her like a warm embrace. She explores herself a bit thinking about Gretchen not caring she felt like she was being watched. She lets the steam fill the room as she washes away the worries of the week's embarrassment. She feels like a new person when she steps out of the shower. Ready for the day ahead, she turns off the light and wraps a towel around her body tying it securely, cautiously walking to her room. Heading towards her dresser, she takes a deep breath and prepares herself. Nothing seems to open when trying to open the drawers. She felt a cold breeze but she is determined to get some underwear so tugging harder the dresser suddenly snapped. She loses her footing and stumbles backward out the window. She screams as she falls towards the ground but is stopped, her heart pounding in her chest. Her legs were caught in the drapes leaving her dangling clutching a towel to her chest. She looks up to see two of her neighbors peering out of their windows, expressions of shock and confusion. She quickly grabs the drapes and tries to pull herself in before anyone else sees her. Luck was not on her side, however, as she was schooting into the window when two teen boys snapped a picture. She quickly scrambles back into her apartment, embarrassed and humiliated. Locking the window and fixing the drapes she looks at her broken dresser. Amy murmurs, not much to work with. A jean skirt going mid-thigh, string underwear that only had a pad covering her intimate areas barely, her toeless leggings with their exposed crotch, some sports bras, tank tops, and one pair of shorts. She sighs knowing none of this was as good as she had hoped. Looking in the closet a green tie-off sundress promised the best coverage. The only other things were a tight thin dress and a jumper that went over her breast and tied off the back. Her b cups never keep the straps in place. She puts on the string panties and frowns. A single thread in the front and back, a thin pad barely hiding anything was her only coverage on these. Sighing she reaches for the dress when she notices something hidden, capri skinny jeans. These were from middle school but she was glad she didn't grow much since then. Putting them on proved otherwise. It was a tight fit making her small butt perky and round. Also instead of just above the ankle they now went mid-calf. Finding a belt and a t-shirt also hidden here she tightens up and prepares herself. Amy was gonna get rid of this damned ghost today. She was going to the library and if that failed she set up 3 meetings with a priest, a medium, and a Ghost hunter. She figured one had to have an answer. She grabbed her bag and headed out the door. She was determined to find an answer and make this ghost leave her alone. making her way down the elevator clutching her shirt she gets into her car. She arrived at the library and got what she needed. "Not much to work on," Amy tells the librarian who was already walking away. Shrugging she looks through finding about a dozen odd books but one catches her eye, a thick dusty journal. It has her apartment number and appears to be about a dozen odd entries from different people. Grabbing her stash she heads to the reading room. It was a separate room and by far her favorite. The reading room was an old original wing with a musty smell. It was filled with old books and even older furniture, but Amy didn't mind. The old leather armchairs and the wooden and floral upholstered seats felt like a second home. She loved the feeling of being surrounded by knowledge and history, and she often found herself getting lost in the stories of the books. However, she did not like how it always had a small crowd especially when she knows the ghost loves to expose her. She opens the journal and starts to read the entries. As she gets deeper into the pages, she discovers that the stories in the journal are eerily similar to her own. All women tho one man were humiliated by a ghost, unnamed, unfortunately. As her reading continued her belt felt a bit looser. Quickly she tries to tighten it but still feels loose after latching it tighter. She looks down and behind her realizes her belt has been cut. Her eyes widen as a chill runs down her spine. She tries to ignore hoping hell just goes away. As she continues to read, she swears she feels her pants moving down. Amy noticed her shirt had suddenly become a crop top. The feeling of being watched has intensified the room feels colder. Looking frantically She finds nothing but the cut fabric of her shirt. Quickly she hides it and picks up the book to leave when suddenly