A few changes in Laurie's room.

As we get home and I am extracted from the car by two very handy Bradfords ( my ass and boobs are obviously the best holds to get me out, round and pasded that they are) and I finally get back to the relative privacy of my home ( Ernest is still following in his thigh white boxers, leaving littlz to imagine of his definitively not little cock, even carrying my boobs for me as we get up the stairs ( in case I fall over you see!).

I gleefully stride towards my room, only to find the place baring little ressemblance to my bedroom. There is no longer a door or blinders on the window nor any trace of my stuff bags, clothes, sheets, all missing my matress replaced by an inflatable one covered in one of these special sheets from the hospital.

One, as in to lay on, nothing to cover myself. Instead of my dresser I can see a small inflatable matress and a small alarm clock laying on the varnished wooden floor, no longuer covered by the usual luscious carpets.

"We removed all fabric in your room, Laurie and we'll keep it that way. You'll have to undress before coming in Ernie." She tells proudly. I have a feeling that once undressed Ernest will probably 'come' in my room regularly.

"We packed everything and Ernie was very helpful in sugesting that we take this occasion to donate some of your old clothes to needful children." She adds. " He personally went over each and every spot of your room and every closet or drawer to make sure no frabric remained to harm you."

I gasp. He went in my undies drawer and touched them all, probably finding the two dildos and the vibrating wand hidden at the bottom of it. I react with the news of this 'generous donation'.

"How much did you gave away?" I ask worried.

"Oh! He's such an efficient boy, by the time we were finished removing every item too small or too worn out , all that was let fit in two boxes." She tells me obviously proud of the 'dedication' of my 'friend'."He even took the time to send a nice picture he took of you at the hospital to each children we donated to, with a note to explain your situation. "

My never-ending exposure worsen as now dozens of kids have pictures of my, knowing Ernest, naked body, on top of that damned database and the already too many first hand witnesses to my humiliation.

And tomorrow I'll have to go to school, like that, with an 'helpful' Ernest clinging to me. It will be field day for the bullies, mean girls, pervs and about everyone else from the teacher to the janitor.

After a small dinner hand fed to me, I go back to my room, when my mom stops me.