Tilly

Tilly was laying in bed, lazy as can be this early morning before there was a knock at her door. She slept through all of it but her friend on the other side banged on it harder. Out of all the things though it was Tilly’s own snoring that woke her up to the sound of an assaulted door.

“What? Who’s there? Who is it?” She asked sitting up but refusing to open her eyes.

“It’s Carly, you nutjob. Wake up.” Tilly stretched and groaning, slowly stepping out of bed and fixing her mess of a hair. Stepping out of bed, she felt a cold rush of air against her bare skin coming in from the opened window, no doubt one of the servant boys did it. She shivered slightly and shook her head clear. She wiped her eyes clean of the sleep and slowly made her way to the door, passing her mirror and makeup center and giving a small laugh when she saw her naked butt in the reflection.

“Hee hee. Butt. Wait wha-” She immediately woke up, looking back at her own reflection and seeing herself naked as the day she was born. Her naturally dark brown skin and bed head barely covering her b cup breasts, the nipples the pointed outward with how cold the room was. She covered herself up, one arm covering her breasts and the other covering her rather large bush. She heard the doorknob rattle and Carly knocked again.

“Hey you alright in there? Got really quiet.”

“I-I’m fine! Just… doing my hair.” Tilly ran over and closed the window to her room and looked through her drawers to find… nothing. No clothes at all!

“Hey Carly, did the boys do laundry this morning?”

“No. Not that I remember. Why?” Tilly bit her lip. In a bit of a corner here. She could either open the door and tell Carly that she didn’t have anything to wear, or tell her friend to go somewhere else so she could run into her room and steal some of her clothes. Or she could just take the bed covers and work with that...