Going through the day

Tilly nervously clutched her breasts, and hunched over. She heard her stomach growl in anger at the lack of food. “Damn it Carly!” She spouted at the air. Tilly hunched down in the corner near her bedroom. “Whatever. At least I don’t have to go downstairs.” Tilly started. Again, her stomach loudly declared its protest. But she had to stay strong!

A half hour passed, before Tilly reached the point of desperately starving. Not long ago had she begun considering if her modesty was really worth going hungry all day. “But if I go downstairs, I’ll be humiliated...” Tilly told herself. Not much longer after that did she begin taking the thought seriously. “Maybe it can’t be that bad... I’d definitely prefer embarrassment over this, but do I really have to go downstairs completely naked?” Tilly asked herself, pondering the situation.

Her stomach rumbled again, this time audibly enough to be heard from some of the other rooms upstairs. Tilly took a deep breath, and stood up defiantly. She pointed her head high, with the prominence of a high-ranking official. “Well... I might not have my modesty, but I can still keep my dignity!” She said, now determined. Tilly effortlessly placed an arm over her breasts, and then another below between her legs.

She looked herself over in the hallway mirror, admiring her well-toned body. “I don’t look half bad, maybe I should do some more self-portraits.” Tilly said to herself half-jokingly. She shook her head. “Right. Can’t keep distracted.” She said to herself, before quickly moving down the stairs. Tilly hadn’t really thought about it before, but the main floors of the house that weren’t Tilly and Carly’s own floor were quite spacious.

Several rooms, decorated with furniture that rarely saw use were littered across the first floor. As Tilly made it to the bottom of the stairs, she took a look around. To her left, was the foyer which fed into the living room beyond it. To her right, was the hallway which reached out to the, kitchen, laundry room, master bedroom, study, and spare room. She looked in front of her, where the main dining area was.

On the table, was a prepared sandwich and a glass of water. The large, wide open space made her suddenly become hyper-aware of her nudity, and the sudden realization that she didn’t just have to worry about running into Carly. “Wait a second. I could run into one of the maids, or worse yet the servant boys down here!” Tilly thought with a gasp.

She was about to run upstairs, but then heard some footsteps coming from the hallway to her right. Tilly quickly ran into the living room, and hid behind the corner. “Just in the nick of time...” Tilly thought, as she watched Martha, the Tuesday maid, walk down the hall towards the laundry room. She breathed a sigh of relief.

Tilly has just started walking towards the sandwich laid out on the table across the foyer, when she heard a voice call out to her from her right. “Tilly?” The voice asked confused. Tilly gritted her teeth before turning to the right, thankful she had managed to keep her privates covered the whole time.

She faced Martha with a reddened face, and a slight, awkwardly placed smile. “...Hi Martha.” Tilly said, with a slight wave of her hand. She was careful not to take the arm away from her breasts, and instead just waved it slightly.

Martha’s long black dress and milky-white skin was a direct contrast to Tilly’s naked, brown body. Her short black hair barely concealed the shocked expression on her face, which quickly shifted into amusement. She flashed an awkward smile, before turning away. “...Where are your clothes?” She asked, suppressing a laugh.

Tilly rolled her eyes, before explaining. “Carly decided I don’t need clothes today. So she locked all the doors in the house and took all my clothes.” Martha took a moment to think about what she had just heard. “You know... That does sound like her doesn’t it?”