...part 1
So there I was, in the park, dressed in pink winter clothes. Five miles away from home, and nothing in my pockets, no wallet, no cell phone. I really hoped I wouldn't be stopped by a police officer. After all, I was dressed in a very suspicious manner, given that it was early fall, and not that cold at all. I resignedly accepted my fate, after all, I had gotten myself into it. Giving an explanation would have been extremely awkward and embarrassing. I was dressed as I often fantasized, yet stuck im a situation I had no control over.
Looking around I was glad there was no one close by, although I could see some people in the distance, enjoying the last few days before winter came. I was glad there was none close by to stare at me in my current predicament, but I doubted I would be so lucky on my way home. I hadn't even started walking, and I was already feeling very hot. I took of my mittens and stuffed them in the pockets of my pink coat. I debated in my head whether to take off the scarf I had wrapped around my head, or take off the hood, but I decided I would deal with the warmth for the sake of a bit of anonymity. I couldn't remove the long pink coat I was wearing on top, since I knew the shorter jacket I had underneath couldn't cover my face enough, and I couldn't deal with the embarrassment of showing my face. I tried looking for a private place to be able to strip out of the jacket I was wearing underneath, but couldn't find any place that was sufficiently out of sight, and I dreaded being caught half dressed in my current situation, so I just decided to suck it up and try to get home as soon as possible.
I pulled down both of my hoods to cover as much of my face as possible and began walking. It was around 6pm, and many people were driving back home from work. I'm sure most were just minding their own business, but I couldn't help to think that they were staring at me.
I had barely walked two blocks when I could already feel the heat trapped inside, and the sweat starting to run down my back. The way home was through a suburban area, but houses were close together. I did pass several people, either jogging out walking their dogs. Some just continued along their way, but I could hear some of them slowing their pace, most likely to stare at the weird figure in thick pink winter clothes, walking around on a mild fall evening. I could feel people staring at me. I was just grateful that the hood of pink coat was large enough to conceal my face.
Halfway home, the heat was getting suffocating. The scarf made breathing difficult. My feet felt tired and heavy from being stuck in an arched position by the wedge of the boots I was wearing. The boots had felt cozy when I had put them on originally, but now they felt tight and narrow, and were beginning to pinch my toes. I wanted to strip out of everything I was wearing right there. Yet I knew that the only thing I could do was just keep walking and try to get home as soon as possible and get this done with. My fantasy was turning into a nightmare.
By the time my house was on sight my feet were killing me, I was drenched in sweat, but I was just content that I was able to avoid contact with any person on my way back. I don't know exactly how long it took, but if felt like I was walking for hours.
As I finally stepped inside, Sheila was waiting patiently for me on the living room. She stepped up, and started examining the terrible shape I was in.
"Took you long enough. Did you enjoy your your walk? Humm... I see that you removed your mittens, were they not to your liking?"
"I... It was just too hot." I sighed.
"I thought you enjoyed stuff like this, why else would you through all the trouble of dressing like this at this time of the year? At least you kept both of your jackets on... And both hoods!"
I was was speechless. At that point I wanted nothing more than to strip all of the think layers that were suffocating me, and kick off Sheila's boots that were killing my feet and pinching my toes. Yet I dared no move as she kept examining.
"Well, that's enough for today, strip right here."
The relief of finally peeling off the sweaty jackets and ski pants, and removing the tight boots was not as rewarding rewarding with Sheila's intense stare. What else did she have in store for me? I just stood there, completely naked, tired and drenched in sweat.
"Ok, go take a shower, and remember that I still have those pictures, so ..." She looked at me with a smirk.
In the shower I was finally able to relax. Today's events had been very intense. And now what? What will Sheila do now? She had the pictures, and had she wanted to kick me out, she would have done so already.
When I stepped out of the shower, I noticed that the clothes I had worn were gone. I also noticed that one of the linen closets in the hallway was now locked with a heavy duty padlock.
I dared not ask, and in fact not a single word was uttered about the events of today, until three weeks later...
...part 3
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