The Chair

My hand fumbles over the desk as the little contraption screeches at me. I try to open my eyes. Everything’s blurry. Muscle memory should do just fine though. My thumb glides over the screen. Once. Twice. Three times. The alarm finally shuts up. It’s too early to answer an alarm clock.

I stretch my arms and yawn. My legs wobble as my clumsy feet carry me to the light switch. I brush a little hair out of my face. The laptop at my desk is waiting for me. So is the essay. And about a dozen things I would rather do with my day off. It nags my mind all the time.

I pull a pair of yoga pants up my long legs before walking out of my room. Don’t want to just walk out in front of my roommate in a baggy t-shirt and panties. She likes the band logo on the front well enough, but it’s too soon to be more casual.

Though if I could brag, the panties are cute. They’re that perfect fit, hugging my perky little booty just enough to highlight the shape. It’s not giant, but with the right choice, I’d be happy to call it cute. Although the purple yoga pants I’m pulling on aren’t bad either.

The kitchen is super quiet. I swear that she didn’t have a class or work this early. But I don’t see her in the living room either. Must be a morning run. I shrug it off and pour myself a cup of coffee. A little bit of cream, a little bit of sugar. I close my eyes and inhale the aroma of beans. The smell by itself is enough to kickstart my soupy brain. Though another sip or two later, I start to feel aware of the clock.

Back in my room, I take another sip of my coffee and hit the power button on my laptop. One day left, and twenty pages to write. I could kick myself. The icon I was streaming with last night sat right there in the middle of my desktop. How can I stop when the show hits me with a good twist?

“This is all your fault,” I say while I point at the screen. I make a folder, name it “Distractions”, and shove TubeTime into the void. I can’t afford another hour of it.

One more sip of coffee and I take a seat. I hesitate. Something feels off about my seat. It feels cold. I push myself away from the desk, to look at the chair. That’s when I notice I’m completely naked.

“Whoa! What the…!” I gasp and wrap my arms over my chest and cross my legs. Where the hell are my clothes!? I look at the floor, on my bed. My mind races over the last hour. Wake up, shut off the alarm, get coffee, and come back for homework. There’s no shower in that sequence. No reason to undress. I know I wore clothes while watching my show last night.

The door! My roommate could be back at any second! I jump, bolting for my bedroom door, and slam it shut, the sound barking through the room. Just the thought of being seen like this, naked from head to toe, made my face flush. What would she say? We make an effort to NOT barge in on each other. It takes a second for my pulse to slow. I can feel it in my ears. I look at myself one more time.

The colorful band t-shirt and yoga pants are right where they should be. My hands wander my body and grab at fabric. I can confirm it’s there. I’m wearing it. Wasn’t I just naked? I pinch my forearm and wince. Nope. Not dreaming. I take a quick look at my coffee. Nothing unusual about the little brown swirls. Better safe than sorry.

I take the coffee to the kitchen and dump the coffee down the sink. Bad coffee. Really bad coffee. Makes me hallucinate. Tricks me into thinking I’m naked. The coffee pot follows. Yes, it’s wasteful, but I have homework to do, and no time for coffee that could send me on some crazy trip. Water. Classic H20. I snag a bottle from the fridge. This will do just fine.

One sip of the cool water, and I’m ready to sit down and get going on my essay. And so, I shake off whatever crazy event that was, and take a seat. That odd feeling is back. That feeling of cool leather… okay it’s actually vinyl, against my legs. The legs that should have yoga pants on. I look down, and sure enough, I’m naked from head to toe again.

My eyes go wide as I cover myself. I look at the door again. It’s shut this time. I KNOW I should have clothes on. Just what the heck is going on!? I stand up, and the snug feeling of clothing on my body is back. My outfit returned in its full form. Now this is getting really weird.

I rub my chin and place my palm on the chair. My clothes vanish in the blink of an eye. There’s no poof, no dissolve, no magic sparkles, or anything like that. They’re just gone. I lift my hand from the chair, and my clothes are back.

Okay, so my chair is magic. That’s new.

I put my hand on the chair and pull it away a few times. Each change in contact makes all of my clothing vanish and reappear. This is so strange. I grab my phone and put the camera on. I hesitate and focus the lens on my leg. Don’t want to make a naughty video, that’s definitely how an outsider would view it. My phone starts recording, I touch the chair, and capture footage of my clothes disappearing into who knows where.

The footage doesn’t show anything new. It doesn’t matter if I slow it down. There’s a brief blur when something happens. It’s only there for one or two frames. This is the strangest thing ever. This is supposed to be a normal chair. It’s from an office supplies store, not some cursed magic shop. Why does it keep making me naked? What happens if I’m already naked when I sit down?

Well, if I don’t venture, I don’t gain. I reach behind my head and grip the shirt, pulling it over my body. My roommate won’t be back for a while, right? She’s probably getting some exercise. That always takes a while. I may as well experiment with this chair while I have the chance. My shirt piles onto the bed. My shoulders squeeze around my torso.

Each breast is a handful, and I can feel the nipples tighten. I’m undressing on purpose just to mess with this chair. I take a breath. Why is this exciting me? I’ve spent hours watching streams in just my panties before.

I have to remind myself that I’m home alone. I need to just get on with it. I push the sweats to my ankles and toss them onto the bed. One more huff, and I do the same with my panties. A shiver runs up my back. It’s not a big deal. I’m the only one home.

I take a seat on the chair. It happens faster than I can blink. Once my perky little tush is on the seat, my clothing reappears. The shirt sits on my shoulders, the yoga pants hug my thighs, and I can feel my panties are where they should be.

I can’t help but giggle as I’ve fooled the chair. I understand this chair’s gimmick now. And with this knowledge, I can get back to writing my essay.

Oh crap, the essay! I’m wasting way too much time. I have to focus. I open the word document and a web browser for research reasons. It takes all of my will to focus on letting my fingers fly and let words appear on the screen. Sometimes I open another tab for quick research, and paraphrase the facts as best I can.

This goes on for maybe an hour or two. I’m not watching the clock. I am making good progress though. A lot of ideas are snapping together the way they should. Another thought hits me and I tap my chin. I check another source. I can’t wait to see what my teacher has to say about this. That A is as good as mine.

While my fingers do their clacky little dance across the keys, I hear the main door open. My roommate is back. Good to know. Anyway, I keep making sure to cite my sources correctly. Then I hear a knock on the door.

“Come in,” I call out.

The little knob rattles and the hinges squeak as the door swings. “Hey, are you busy?”

“Yep! Big essay to write,” I say, my eyes never leaving the screen.

“Ah, so I’m guessing you don’t want to get some lunch then?”

My stomach grumbles for a second. That’s right. Coffee and water aren’t food. “Well, I guess it wouldn’t be a huge deal, but it’s gotta be something quick.”

“For sure, for sure,” she says. She reaches into her pocket and pulls out her phone. “I can get something delivered. Let me see… I think I got a web coupon or something earlier…”

I stand up and stretch. Saving money is nice, although there is a chicken sandwich I always really like. My imagination paints a picture of the crisp breading with a little sauce drizzled on top. A growl rumbles in my stomach while my brain paints the picture. I’ll shell out some extra cash for that. But then a subtle draft rolls over my back.

My eyes wander down to my bare feet, uncovered legs, and… uh oh.

“Ah!” I squeak. I plant my bare butt in the chair as quick as I can. My entire outfit reappears.

My roommate turns. “You okay?”

My seat shifts, and there’s too much momentum. The chair begins to lean back and I start flailing my arms like a pair of streamers caught in a breeze.

“Whoaaaa!” I’m falling! I can’t stop! The chair slides and I fall, tucking my head as the back of the seat hits the floor. The moment is sudden and I roll backward, legs swinging through the air. As I leave the soft cushion, I can feel the air around my body. I’m pretty sure my roommate has a clear view of my bare-ass naked butt before I finish the roll. I’m left face down on the ground.

“Oh my gosh! Are you alright?” My roommate scrambles, setting her phone on my desk. “What the hell happened?”

As I shake the disorientation from my eyes, I can feel the coldness of the floor against all of my nakedness. I really should not have kept using the chair.

“I’m fine… I’m fine… I just fell, that’s all.”

My roommate sighs. “That’s good… hey um… what happened to your clothes? Were you doing your homework… naked?”

How am I supposed to explain the chair thing to her? I don’t know why it does that! But wait, she knows I was dressed when she came in, right?

“U-um… y-yeah! It um… it helps me concentrate!” No. No, it doesn’t. Being completely freaking naked doesn’t help me finish homework. “And uh… it saves on laundry!” Oh my God, I need to shut up.

My partner stares for a moment with a hint of pink in her cheeks. “…Oooookayyyy. Didn’t know that. So… are you like… some kind of nudist behind closed doors?”

Stop telling lies and explain the magic chair. “Well um… I just wasn’t expecting you!” I fake a smile. My cheeks feel hot with blush. Being on the ground covers my essentials, well, except for my butt.

“Um… you totally just let me in…” My roommate averts her eyes and rubs the back of her head. “Look if you’re relaxed about being naked, that’s not a huge deal. But maybe have like, a robe or something ready when there’s a guest?”

“Oh, y-yeah yeah, my bad!” I fake a giggle. Great. Just great. She thinks I’m a closet nudist now. Now explaining a magic chair that makes all my clothes vanish will just make things awkward. I keep my arms around my chest as I try to climb to my feet. My free arm dives between my legs to cover my little landing strip. This is so embarrassing.

“Well, if you’re still hungry, I can order something.”

I want to say no, to shoo her away. Anything to get out of this situation. And yet, my stomach pangs for that sandwich. “Um… I am… I just um…” I glance at my bed. My clothes are not where they should be.

“…Uh huh?” My friend leans forward, expecting an answer.

“It’s um… it’s a little expensive… but I want it,” I manage.

“Well if you have the do-re-me, I’ll order it,” she pinches her fingers together.

This is so awkward. I’m completely naked in front of my roommate. At least she isn’t teasing, but god is this awkward. I take a deep breath and moved to the corner of the room. My purse is sitting on top of a little corner desk. I unsnap the little button and begin fishing for money. All the while, I can feel her watching me. She has a completely unobstructed view of my naked ass. An icy shiver runs over my skin, and I can feel goosebumps all over my arms. Even my nipples start to feel tight. I need to be alone again as soon as possible.

I hand her the money and give her all the details of the sandwich I want. I fight the urge to cover up. With the nudist excuse in play, I have to commit to it. She’s not going to believe the chair causes all of my clothing to vanish.

“So uh, yeah. That’s what I want,” I say, trying to contain another shiver.

“Got it. They usually take around a half hour,” my roommate says. “Um, try to have a robe or something handy. You know, in case I can’t answer the door.”

“Right, got it!” I say with a little smile.

She walks out of the room, eyes on her phone as she shuts the door behind her.

I collapse on my bed with a heavy sigh. Great. Just great. She saw everything, my ass, my boobs, probably even a little of my pussy. And to top it all off, now she thinks I like to be naked all the time.

As I set the chair upright, I put a hand to my chin. My clothes didn’t appear on the bed where I left them. They should reappear on me when I sit down, right? So I planted my bare bottom back on the cushion. In a second, I’m clothed again. Everything is where it should be. I stand up, and everything vanishes once more.

Once I sit back down, I nod to myself. I can outsmart the chair again. With my clothing back in place, I grip my shirt. I take one quick glance at my door. My roommate is home, there’s a chance for another really awkward encounter. It only takes a second for me to slip the shirt off my body and toss it to the bed. Pulling my yoga pants off while seated is a little more awkward, but I hook my thumbs into the waistband and push them over my hips, lifting myself to get them over my thighs.

My heart races. It either still needs to calm down after my encounter with my roommate, or I’m worried she could come back in. My fingers fumble with the clasp of my bra, until I get that little snap I’m waiting for. The slack feeling falls into my thighs, revealing my hard little nipples once more. My chest heaves with a deep breath. I pull my panties, lift my hips as necessary, and put the last of my clothes in the pile on my bed.

I stand up, expecting all of my clothing to return in an instant. It disappears from the bed, and I smile. The chair can’t fool me again. Only, I feel a draft. I’m still naked. My eyes grow wide. That isn’t supposed to happen!

I sit in the chair once more. Still nude. I stand up, and I’m naked either way. “W-what the hell? That isn’t supposed to happen!” Whatever is going on, I need to get dressed. This chair is going in the garbage as soon as possible. I can’t just lose clothing like this.

I run to my closet. Any quick little thing will do. The closet doors open, and my blood runs cold. Empty. Completely empty. “No way…” I turn to my dresser and tear open every drawer. Empty, empty, notebooks, empty. “That’s… that’s impossible, I can’t just…” I look at the chair, and then at the closet. I take a seat, and everything reappears. Every coat, every t-shirt, every dress she owned all returned in an instant.

Why is the chair doing this? What is she doing wrong? The effect extends to everything she has!

That’s when I hear it. A knock on the door. No way the delivery service was that fast.

“Hey, can you get that?” comes the call from the bathroom.

I’m naked with no access to clothing. How am I going to do this!? I take a breath. I’ll just stay behind the door. That’s the only way this will work. My nerves shiver as I get up and put my arms in covering positions. As I leave the safety of my room, my brain screams “Bad idea”.

I scamper to the front door. “Please let me pull this off,” I whisper to the ceiling. I huddle to the door and grip the handle. My head pokes around it. “H-hello?”

“Hey there, got a food delivery,” said a girl in uniform, holding a paper bag. “Just need this signed and it’s all yours,” she said with a bright smile.

“R-right, no problem!” I say, taking the receipt. She has no pen. I glance around the room, and there’s a pen on the table in front of me. That will work. I snatch it without a second thought and begin swirling my signature.

“Whoa!” the delivery person gasps.

My eyes widen. I crane my head and realize she is getting quite the view of my bare body. Everything from my shoulders to my hips. My unrestricted breasts have a small bounce. The light of the hallway glides down the soft incline of my tummy toward my thighs. Blush begins to boil on my face.

I scribble my name and shove the receipt in her hand. I snatch the food and slam the door. Giggles penetrate the door, and my face is straight-up burning at this point. All I can do is tremble beneath all the embarrassment. Some random food delivery girl just saw me naked. Sure, I may have my delicious chicken sandwich, but she has a story to tell.

My legs wobble as I move back to my room.

“…Did you really answer the door like that?” A giggle taunts my ears.

“U-um, w-well, I wasn’t ready… so…” I take a breath.

My roommate approaches and gives me an odd look. “You feeling okay? Your face is super red.”

“Oh um… well that’s um… the first time I ever answered the door like that!” I fake a smile. Technically, I am telling the truth this time. Somehow it feels more awkward though. I’m in the living room of our dorm, not in my bedroom. Even though I can’t access my clothing in there, I feel more naked, more exposed. This room is more public, after all. My knees wobble.

“Well, I guess just take it easy. You don’t have to like, push any boundaries.” She smirks and approaches me. Her hand goes into the delivery bag, shuffling for a second before pulling out her burrito. “I know you’re busy, so I’ll try not to bug you.”

“Th-thanks,” I say. “Yep… gotta finish up that essay of mine!” I say as I take weak, awkward steps back into my room. “Talk to ya later!” I slam the door shut, sit on the bed, and pull out the sandwich. The aroma hits my nose and my stomach growls again. I take a big bite as I stare at the chair.

I’ll outsmart that chair yet.