It took several minutes for Jennifer to regain her bearings. She could see, but just barely-- something green and yellow was draped over her, and it was dark. She realized it had to be her skirt. She tried to move, to get it off her, but quickly discovered she was completely incapable of moving. She tried to call for help, but found that speech also completely eluded her.
"What the hell? What's going on here?" she thought to herself. "I can't move, I can't speak..."
That was when it finally sank in.
"Oh my god... did he... he really turned me into a pair of panties?!" Jennifer's initial reaction was absolute panic. "Oh no... oh no... What am I going to do!?" Slowly, though, she began to regain control of herself. "Okay, Jennifer, calm down. The situation is bad, but it's only going to get worse if I let it get to me. Let's see... I can't move, and I can't tell anyone I'm here, so... I'm stuck. There's nothing I can do but just sit here for five hours and wait for this to wear off." If she'd had a mouth she would have sighed. "That bastard Kyle. He really screwed me over."
About fifteen minutes passed, and Jennifer began hearing some noise and detecting slight vibrations in the floor beneath her. "Someone's here," she thought to herself. "Valerie!"
Valerie was Jennifer's sister, a year older and personality-wise her total opposite. While Jennifer had a reputation of being a stuck-up spoiled bitch, Valerie was more of a slacker. Jennifer was a cheerleader; Valerie was an artist. Jennifer listened to pop; Valerie listened to metal. Jennifer craved popularity; Valerie abhorred it, and the people who sought it out, her sister included.
"Damn it, I thought she went to work already," thought Jennifer. Valerie worked at a local music and electronics store, and was usually out of the house before Jennifer each morning. Today, though, as fate would have it, Valerie had forgotten to turn her alarm on, and so she was running late.
Jennifer could hear Valerie talking to herself as she was coming down the hall toward the kitchen. "Shit, shit, shit... Ted's gonna bite my fucking head off for this." Ted was her boss. "I've got to get dressed and grab a pop-tart and get out of here." Valerie stopped. Jennifer could sense her presence. She was standing right over her.
"Goddamn it, Jennifer!" she could hear Valerie say. "Leaving your clothes all over the house like this... You're such a fucking pig!"
"Takes one to know one," thought Jennifer, angrily.
"Well, I'd better put these in the laundry room, or Mom's going to have a conniption. Don't say I never do anything nice for you, Jenny." Valerie bent over and picked up each of Jennifer's clothes one by one. Jennifer came tumbling out. Looking up she could finally see her sister, towering over her, with only her shirt and socks on.
"Hey," remarked Valerie, picking up the black panties that were her sister. "I don't remember ever seeing these before. I didn't know Jenny owned anything this risqué." Jennifer could see her sister smile deviously.
"Oh god...," thought Jennifer. "For the sake of both of us... I hope she doesn't do what I think she's going to do..."