Wrong

The whole time Lucy was blow-drying her hair she couldn’t help but stare at her own flushed face in the mirror, waiting with futile hope for the tell-tale signs of her arousal to fade.

She couldn’t tell if it was self-consciousness or if she was imagining it but it felt like her face was different somehow. Like her cheeks were pinker, her lips glossier, her eyes brighter… as though she’d spent two hours getting some natural make-up exactly right without doing anything at all.

I look like I've just had sex...

Worse for the blonde, was that the constant aching hum of arousal she felt seemed permanently plastered across her face. She tried to swallow it down and hide it, but she couldn’t seem to make it stop, every action she took to make herself look normal only led to her making it seem more obvious; another inadvertent slow blink, or gasp, or glance, or unintentionally inviting parting of her lips...

As she finished drying her hair, Lucy gave her reflection a final defeated look, whimpering as she watched her own reflection seem to flutter it’s eyelashes at her in return. It was impossible for her to help but feel like her own face was betraying her.

Mom is going to be able to tell!!

The embarrassment ate at her, tickling up from the carpet into her bare feet and rushing up towards her chest.

“Lucy - Dinner!”

The sound of her mom calling her from downstairs snapped the hapless blonde into action. On instinct she grabbed the front of her towel protectively as though just having her mom shout her name somehow meant she knew. It caused her to whimper out a **** gasp as another needy pulse of heat erupted at the touch her achingly hard nipples.

It took all of her composure to call back, “C-c-coming… I’m coming…!”

Her cheeks burned brighter. Just ignore it. Just ignore it. Just ignore it!

Lucy hurried to her dresser; looking for something simple and comfortable to wear for the evening - a pair of sweatpants, cotton underwear, an old t-shirt and fluffy socks.

It was only when she went to step her first bare foot through one of the holes of her panties that Lucy realised something was wrong. She was rushing, so when she stepped down and stumbled the first time she lightly cursed herself with embarrassment. But it was when she tried a second time, and she felt her foot miss again that she become concerned. She tried again, blushing furiously as the moment her pointed toes seemed to get close, the direction she was moving her foot seemed to change. Even when she stretched her panties wide and perched on the edge of her bed, she found her foot still slipped to the side like it was impossible. The girl mewled, her heart racing faster – what?

Very carefully she tried a final time; her lips parted in an alarmed gasp as she slowly tried to lower her foot into her underwear, only to feel something simply push it aside. It was like there was a barrier, or her own muscles were betraying her, causing her foot to miss. It didn’t make any sense and yet Lucy felt a crippling fear overcome her that her foot, her hands or something was stopping her from putting her panties on.

What's... Happening...?

“I don't... understand…” She whimpered quietly, clutching the towel to herself even tighter as another hot flush rushed across her skin. She felt a heated drip of wetness pulse needily from her overheated sex. On the edge of panic, Lucy frantically grabbed a second pair of panties from her dresser, moaning helplessly when the same thing happened – no matter how hard she tried, she just couldn’t convince her feet to go through the holes.

I can't wear underwear...?

With blind anxiety, Lucy picked up her socks, only to feel her feet slide away from the entrance to those too, as though some invisible dome was covering them, impossibly, and preventing her from wearing them.

I can’t wear socks?!

The young blonde grabbed her sweatpants, her heart pounding as she desperately went to step into them… her whole world slowing to an icy halt as she watched her cute foot land daintily on the carpet outside them instead.

“No no no no!” Lucy moaned, the embarrassment and panic only seemed to stoke the needy fire that was growing between her legs as her heart beat faster – an urgent yearning flooded the teenager’s body with an arousal she struggled to contain.

She gave up on the sweatpants quickly, strutting with fretful purpose as she started to pull out jeans… skirts… anything! Lucy’s horror only snowballed as she tried and failed to put on each garment beneath the towel, her needy pink slit growing wetter and hotter with every failed attempt. The nightmare started to settle into her mind as she realised something, somehow, was stopping her from wearing anything from the waist down...

Please no… no no no… this is a bad dream?!

“Lucy! Are you coming down?”

The sound of her Mom’s voice from the stairs sent the blonde’s blind panic into overdrive, swallowing down her own anxious whimpers as she frantically tried to find something to wear.

“Lucy?”

She heard footsteps coming up the stairs… No no no no! Mom! No!

“I’m c-c-coming! Just… a minute…! I’m… getting dressed!” Lucy called back with gasping panic, clutching her towel with white knuckles and hating how breathless her voice sounded. What’s wrong with me?!

Knowing she had no time left, Lucy dove for her t-shirt, clutching the material in her hands as she threw off the towel and quickly tried to drag it over her head. The blonde moaned gratefully as she felt the soft comforting cotton drape down over her body, slipping her arms through the sleeves and gasping in a mixture of quiet joy and shame as she glanced down and saw how humiliatingly obvious her hard nipples were through the material without a bra.

“Oh god…”

Worse, Lucy felt the hem of the shirt hanging loosely at her waist, doing nothing to protect her modesty and leaving her dripping needy bare pink slit and pert ass ass completely on display.

“Lucy?”

The bottomless girl jumped with a screaming yelp as, without knocking, her door suddenly opened. The blonde’s hands slammed protectively between her legs and her ankles snapped crossed in shame, “M-m-m-mom!!”