Perfectly Normal

You slowly struggle to waking to the droning screech of your old alarm clock. You work your surprisingly sore jaw, you must have clenched it really hard in your sleep or something. Along with falling asleep in your clothes, apparently.

For a moment, you imagine a pale beauty in black stretched over your bed, but you shake your head. Marissa has never been inside your house, you're sure of it. It's unlikely she even knows where you live.

When you go to relieve your bladder, you again jerk off - this time picturing Marissa seducing you in your bed and making you lick her for hours - and again scream out about being a cumslut before eating it all. So, mystery solved, the effect triggers whenever you pee. That's really inconvenient, but not the worst you've had to deal with. Maybe you'll walk to one of those out of the way bathrooms hardly anyone uses except for smoking.

You pull off your rumpled clothes for a quick shower. It winds up taking a bit longer though, as you notice with disgust you're absolutely covered in hair. You grab your razor from the sink and with soapy water take care of it, but it takes forever to make really sure you got it all, and you resolve not to let the body hair situation ever get this bad again.

Then, of course, you need to give the conditioner a minute or two to sit in your hair before rinsing. So by the time you leave the bathroom, you're already in danger of being late. And since apparently nothing can go right today, you open your underwear drawer and can only find boxer shorts! Why do you even still have those, you can't wear them! Casting around the room desperately for some usable undies, you spot some plain black panties on the floor. Examining them closely, you can just make out some faint brown staining, you sniff and decide they're clean enough, they'll have to do.

Panties on, pants over. Uniform shirt and jacket, tie. You're in a hurry, so you bend over your dresser mirror and keep the makeup light, just foundation, a little blush and some lip-gloss. Practically invisible.

And of course, you can't forget your spiked leather collar.

Clean and clothes done up, you're definitely going to be late if you don't hustle. Breakfast thus consists of cold pop-tarts you can chew while you run, and you're off for another exciting day at school.