You try all sorts of things!

Pushing open your door so hard that it nearly breaks through the wall it's attached to, you march proudly and excitedly into your house. You have no idea what you're going to make, but you know that it's going to rock!

The first thing you try could only be called baking in your own mind. You make a nice little circle of marshmallows on a plate, the white and pink ones placed to make a cool little pattern in the circle, then pop a few Maltesers in the spaces between them. Then, you whiz it off to the microwave for half a minute. The result is tasty as ever, but in trying to eat it with a cake fork you end up with a bunch of sticky melted marshmallow left on the plate that you then have to lick at for twenty minutes. You like it, you like it a lot, but you decide not to try to sell it in favour of not having to give away your plates.

Next, you decide to look up a recipe for cookies. Cookies are a safe bet, right? Everyone likes cookies! Cookies should be outlawed, as far as you think, for bribery concerns. But they haven't been yet! So if you make some cookies then you can use them to bribe people into giving you money. You find a good recipe and go out to buy the ingredients. Well, to take them from Ben's house, but he doesn't mind because you bribe him with the offer of some of the finished cookies. It takes a few hours to get it all ready and put them all in the oven (it would have gone faster if you had more than one oven tray and didn't decide to mix an industrial-size quantity of cookie batter). By the end of it, you're tired, you're sick of standing because you think that you have to stand by the oven the entire time that anything's in there, and you're all hot. It was warm today, and you just stood next to a baking oven for a few hours. Well, nobody's around, so you feel safe enough taking off your shirt to take the last batch out from the oven in just your bra. There are little droplets of sweat adorning the top of your boobs and running down your tummy. Your hungry tummy. You've definitely earned some of these cookies!

Plopping yourself down on the couch and letting out a deep, contented sigh, you sit back with a small plate of the cookies from the first oven batch (which has had plenty of time to settle) in your lap.. You still feel a bit weird being in just your bra, but it's not like anybody else is here, and it's night now so all of the blinds are closed. Well, whatever! You've earned this!

You snatch up the first of the cookies and take a huge bite out of it. Ben always said that one of your parents must be a snake, because you can seemingly unhinge your jaw. You believe him.

"PEW!" you cry, spitting out the cookie back onto the plate and eyeing it with outraged and accusatory suspicion. That wasn't nice at all! It was all yucky! You must have mixed up the salt and the sugar...

With a tired sigh, you rise back up off of the couch and go to dump all of the ruined cookies into the bin hell that they belong in. This is really disappointing, you were so looking forward to that! Well, you've still got some ingredients left, and though you're tired, delirious, upset, and hot, you're determined to enter something into this bake sale. Looking around on the internet for a bit, you think you have the right ingredients left to follow a brownie recipe. You are glad that brownies are legal, because although nice, they are not useful for bribes.

Setting to work, you eventually make enough brownies mix to fill the oven tray two times. You put the first tray in, set the timer, and yawn loudly. Man, you're tired... and it's getting so hot again now that the oven's back on. You're still not entirely over the great cookie betrayal emotionally, and more than anything you feel like you just need a hug and some comfort as you stand beside the oven once more. The heat builds to a point where you elect to remove your jeans as well, leaving you in just your white bra and panties.

As you finish removing the jeans, you catch a look down at your panties. A dirty idea flashes across your mind behind your eyes. Since you're so upset, maybe you could...

Your eyes dart around. Nobody's here, right? And nobody can see you?

As far as you can tell, you're alone here in the middle of the night. You rub your thighs together slowly and softly bite down on your lower lip in thought, staring down towards your lower half. Even still.... you couldn't, could you...?