The morning

Lauren bolted up in bed with a gasp. Sweat was pouring from her face as her chest heaved. It took her a moment to get her bearings: she was home. Not her apartment, but her family's house. She breathed a sigh of relief, realizing it was just a dream. That relief was tainted however as she recalled that, though it wasn't exactly the same, she'd had a very similar and extremely embarrassing experience at graduation the dream had been reliving.

Lauren sighed, sitting up and throwing the blankets aside. She still wore the pajamas from the night before, including the deflating bra. She needed to get dressed, and get to her clothes down in the basement. Lauren plodded barefoot from her room, down the hall and grabbed the basement door... which was still locked. Of course.

"Lauren?" Her mother called, coming down the hall. "Ah, you're up."

"Mom, could you unlock the basement so I can get dressed?" Lauren asked.

"I already told you, we don't have room for all your clothes." Her mother reminded. "Just wear what's in your room.

"But mom, that stuff is from when I was a kid!" Lauren whined. "Half of it doesn't fit!"

"So where the half that does." Her mother said calmly. "And don't dawdle: you have a busy day today."

Lauren huffed and headed back to her room, to try to find something decent to wear...