I can’t find that key, go grab your shirt in the dryer.

Mrs Carlisle has troubles with her memory, she can't find the key or remember where she last saw it.

A short buzz indicates the end of the laundry cycle, it reminds me of the sound of my vibrator but that's what being on the edge of orgasm for half an hour will do to anyone.

"Go grab your shirt sweetie, I'll help her find the key." Says my mom.

I run to her laundry room and get my shirt from the dryer, it's very warm and...

...very small.

The t-shirt already not long enough to hide everything decently, looks now like the size of a 9 year old child.

A fearful look confirms that the dryer was on the maximum setting. My short sleepwear t-shirt is now a snugly belly shirt ending so high under my boobs that you can see them if you stand down in front of me.

Of course everything under the bottom of my boobs get absolutely no cover and I have nothing else to wear. The towel she used is to short to drape around my waist.

Even if we find the key, I'll have to walk home bottomless.

My mom enter the room with a smile.