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Friday. “Kay, I need the transcript from the team meeting before you leave.” “Uh, you didn’t ask me to take any notes. How badly do you need it?” “Ugh, come on. Do I have to ask you to do everything?” “Right… Sorry sir.” Being a secretary absolutely blows. Overworked as fuck, dealing with customer complaints, management always expecting me to read their god damned minds, and worst of all I have to apologize! Middle manager Tom rolls his eyes and unleashes a sigh that seems to stretch on forever before stepping away with words of caution. “I guess it’s fine this time, but I expect a transcript for the next team meeting.” This is hell. I’m literally living in hell. However, with that interaction finished I’m free to leave. Free for the weekend! I grab my purse and keycard, push my rolling chair away from the reception desk, and quickly make my way through the front glass doors. Checking myself out on the employee card scanner as I go. Rolling my long sleeve shirt up I peer at my watch and notice that the bus should arrive shortly at the stop I frequent to and from work. That puts a little pep in my step. I walk as briskly as my business skirt and heels will allow. My increase in speed paid dividends as I turn the corner and see the bus moments away from pulling up to the stop just outside the business complex. “Oh, thank god.” I murmur in relief. If I missed this one, the next one wouldn’t be showing up for another thirty minutes. Walking up to the bus I ready my pass and scan it. The doors close behind me and the driver hits the gas before I’ve seated myself. *Ding* A text notification from my phone. Blindly I shove my hands into my purse, rummaging around. Eventually I hit the plastic of its case and extract it from the overflowing space. My heart does a happy little flip. It’s from Marna, my girlfriend! For better or worse my last text wasn’t entirely truthful. We both know I’d be partying a little less than ‘hard af’. Some video games, wine, maybe pop on some Netflix in the background. If I’m feeling particularly zany perhaps I’d go for a walk or heat up a frozen burrito for dinner… I appreciate texting with my adorkable shortstack love. It blew a good chunk of bus riding time. Several stops into the journey and we arrive at my exit. I quickly take my leave, thanking the driver as I go, and throwing a wave behind me as I walk the final block to the small two-bedroom house that Marna and I share. It’s a nice walk, the fresh and somewhat cool spring air feels just right. And our yardwork is coming together quite nicely. The flower seeds we planted a few weeks ago have started sprouting. Soon it’ll be a sea of beautiful flowers. But as I walk down the pathway to our home, I notice something strange on the porch. A small brown box. I’d not been expecting a package, and I wasn’t aware that Marna was either… Reaching down and picking it up I find it to be quite light. As well as addressed to me and our house; so little chance of it being a mistake. I unlock the door and make my way inside with great haste. Intrigued by the mysterious package. Shoes go off on the entryway shoe rack. Purse gets hung up on a hook. Package goes under my arm as I take a right to visit the kitchen for a drink and scissors. Glass of water gulped down; I viciously attack the box with the kitchen scissors. Carefully down the center and swiping down the flap’s sides. Inside it’s packed with white tissue paper. Sifting through that is a dainty black drawstring bag. Perhaps made of silk? I pull it open and upend the bag, a piece of fabric falls out and onto the counter. Picking it up and unfolding it reveals it to be… Lacy black panties? Flowery patterns adorn the rear of the undergarment. These patterns continue around the thighs up to the front were a solid circle sits center on the front. Within that circle is what can only be described as a safety pin and the number 3. The flower pattern is nice, and the fabric feels very comfortable in my hands. But the pin and number are odd, seemingly breaking up the aesthetic for no discernable reason. But this certainly feels like something Marna would buy for me. Gosh, she does this all the time. Ha, she’s probably expecting a picture tonight. Eager to get this done I run to the back of the house where the laundry room resides. I strip free of my work clothes and toss them into the washer, adding my new pair of underwear as well. My half-full laundry bin does a nice job filling the rest of the washer, so I add a pod and start it up. While the washer runs, I hop upstairs to where our bedroom, ‘office’, and bathroom reside. After a day like this a long and relaxing bath is required. I get the water temperature just right and plug the tub. Quickly I go to the bedroom and pull together a fresh set of underwear, bra, sweatpants, and a comfy t-shirt. Then it’s bath time. I scrub my hair and body clean, and lounge back, soaking in the warm water. I remain that way until I hear the distant screech of the washing machine. A sign that the load is washed. “Well… I guess it’s time to get out…” I say aloud to myself. Very much not ready to leave. But I do so anyway, drying off with one of the towels from a nearby hook. I throw on my selected outfit and wrap up my hair in order for it to dry better. Downstairs the contents of the washer go into the dryer with a lavender scented dryer sheet. And I forgo TV on the living room couch for the upstairs ‘office’. Which in all actuality is more like the game room. A desk for Marna, and a desk for me. Hers more work-centric with various papers and files. Mine more play-centric with several monitors, a game console or two, and a PC. I take a seat on my gamer chair throne, the back of which feels so much nicer than the rolling chair at the office. No support whatsoever on those. The Switch blinks to life as I grab my pro controller to log some hours onto Pokémon Scarlet. The obviously superior version with the cave-mommy professor. I throw a speed running video onto another monitor, the commentator is funny and I only have to half-listen. I spend roughly an hour in this state, making some progress on my Pokedex when I hear the loud beep from the dryer downstairs. Tearing myself away from the game I rush downstairs and pull the clothes out of the drier and into the clean hamper. The towel wrapped around my hair goes into the dirty bin. I lug the clean laundry through the house, stopping at the kitchen to grab a pack of single serve bottles of wine from the fridge, before going upstairs to our bedroom. The clothing is folded and put away inside drawers and hung up in the closet. The lacy black panty is the only remaining fabric. Down go the clothing on my lower half, and up goes the new underwear and the sweats on top. I toss the one I’d been wearing before back in the underwear drawer… It’s still clean! A few test steps and body positions later and I can easily conclude… “This pair of undies is the tits! So damn comfy! Marna you beautiful bastard, you’ve outdone yourself.” With my only real chore for the evening done I return to gaming heaven with tasty wine in hand. Where I spend the rest of my evening, pausing briefly only to acquire a frozen burrito. And then, so very late at night… Or early in the morning, it is time to sleep. Off goes every article of clothing aside from my brand new underwear, and I slip under the covers. Ah wait, I need to tell Marna how much I love her gift. I roll my eyes. Marna sometimes likes playing dumb when it comes to her little gifts. She can be so silly sometimes. Holding my phone aloft I make sure to get most of my body in the frame and snap a picture. One of my front, my free hand lightly touching the waistband of the underwear while I bite my lip in a sexy albeit buzzed manner. One of my back, my free hand grabbing an exposed ass cheek playfully. The back one may or may not have taken a few attempts… Marna replies quickly, only moments after I’d sent the images. I return her sentiments of adoration and gently lay the phone on the nightstand on my side of the bed. Then, to the best of my ability, I follow her final orders for the evening. My sleepy eyes close. … …. ….. I feel a twinge in my bladder. The alcohol I’d had this evening making itself known. Against my better judgement I can’t bring myself to get up. My body refuses to move a single muscle. “Ooooaaahhh well, I can hold it till morning…” My yawn becomes a self-assurance as I roll over onto my side. Rational thoughts cease as I fall fast into a buzzed slumber. Before I go under, I feel the twinge in my bladder break slightly in relief. A few stray drops of urine escape into the panties hugging my bottom. ~~~ In what feels like no time at all, my eyes open wide and sudden. No longer on my side, I’d shifted in my sleep onto my back. Light breaks through the bedroom window’s curtains, giving good indication it is no longer night, or even morning for that matter. I lay in the warmth of the bed and stretch. Arms and legs crack. Despite creaking my back manages to hold strong. Rolling over I grab my phone, it’s noon. Just in time for lunch! I push myself up into a sitting position on the bed and then stand. “Hah?” Something is off. The panties I’d sung the praises of last night feel different. Like the fabric bunched up while I slept. I guess there’s no such thing as the perfect underwear, there’s always a catch… My thumbs hook into the waistband of the lace underwear except… What they feel is not the light lace from last night. It feels like cotton or something. “What the…” Did I drunkenly wake up last night and put on a new pair? Finally, I look down to see what I’m wearing on my bottom half. It is not in fact the black lacy panties that I’d slipped on last night. But it shares the exact same flowery pattern, color, and safety pin motif. The number on this garment is 2 rather than 3. I run my hand around my butt, feeling the fabric all over. Thicker in some places, lighter in others. The gears in my sleep addled head turn slowly but reach a conclusion based on past experiences. I’ve babysat before, I know what this is… “Why the hell am I wearing cloth training pants?” ___________________________________________________________________________________ Starting the new year off strong with a new short story. Expect only a handful of chapters for this story. This is based off a prompt someone on Twitter gave me. I'll link the prompt on the final chapter, wouldn't want to spoil the story at chapter 1...