Stolen Clothes Mystery

Micheal stirred awake, a bit groggy and disoriented. Last night, he and a bunch of college friends held a party at his apartment, which meant lots of booze and fun times, except in the morning where you can’t remember much of what happened.

Micheal laid down in his bed, staring up at the ceiling, reflecting on the brief memories he had last night. He believes he had a good time, but maybe that was just the ****. Nevertheless, it was fun to Micheal, even if it was a bit rowdy.

The warm, bright morning sunshine glows through the small sliver in Michael’s window to his left, illuminating the otherwise dark room, but something felt off to Micheal. With every small movement he made in his bed, the distinct feeling of fabric against his skin was nowhere to be found, and strangely enough, the cool air from the old AC in his room tickled his skin all around him.

Even more confused, Micheal looked down at himself, and with eyes wide and full of shock, he found himself completely naked from head to toe, without even a sock on him!

“I-I don’t remember sleeping naked last night?” Micheal said to himself, his cheeks blushing hard at the sight of his naked form. His cock was at full mast, probably due to the chill in the air and morning wood, hopefully.

But outside a brief sense of embarrassment, Micheal just chuckled to himself, guessing that he must’ve gotten really drunk last night, forgoing his clothes for his own comfort before going to bed.

Micheal sat up on his bed and turned on the light switch next to his nightstand. The room lit up immediately, revealing a strangely disheveled room. Small sirens go off in Michael’s head that something was wrong as he realized his blanket is nowhere to be seen. “M-Maybe it’s in the living room. I-I must’ve left it out there for some reason…” Micheal told himself, but he felt as if something was wrong.

Micheal scanned the room diligently and noticed his dresser and cabinet were slightly ajar. He got up from his bed and immediately walked over to his dresser. The feeling of his raging boner between his legs was not lost on him as it felt weird for it to flop around not contained in sweat pants or underwear. His balls similarly distracted him as he felt them move and bounce against his thighs, enhancing his feelings of nakedness even more.

Micheal looked inside his dresser and found, nothing?! No clothes, underwear, or even socks! Panicked, Micheal opened more and more drawers to see if he had stuffed his clothes in any of them, but alas, he was left with an empty drawer each time.

His heart began to race and his cheeks grew a dark shade of crimson as his worries became more and more clear. He slammed the drawers shut before rushing to his cabinet. He aggressively opened the cabinet door open, revealing again, nothing!

His heart sank into his chest, feeling a unique type of despair as he stared blankly inside his cabinet. “Where the hell are all my clothes??!” He said aloud in disbelief. Frantically, he searched every corner of his room for any semblance of clothing, or at least something to cover up his junk with, but he found nothing! Not a stitch of clothing anywhere, or even a table cloth to cover his penis with.

The weight of the situation fell hard on Micheal as he realized he’s stuck completely naked! He stumbled backwards and managed to sit back down on his bed, his cheeks a vibrant red as he stared up at the ceiling.

“How could this happen to me? Where could all my fucking clothes have gone?” Micheal thought to himself, frustrated and embarrassed as he’s been **** into this situation so abruptly right after he just woke up. Part of him thought he must’ve been dreaming, like it was some kind of nightmare, but everything felt too real for it to be a dream.

Lost on what to do next, He stared blankly up at his ceiling fan, completely naked and embarrassed.

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