Dress Code

Wednesday

by Modren

Tags: #clothing #college #exhibitionism #gender_dysphoria #pov:bottom #sub:female #public_nudity #Reality_Alteration #unaware

The following story contains consensual and non-consensual hypnosis and sexual activity. If you are underage, or if these themes make you uncomfortable, consider yourself warned. The characters and situations depicted below are fictional, and they should remain that way. The author does not condone any non-consensual sexual activity.


This story is based upon AlabamaSlamma's Crazy Week (and by extension Trick's Changes). At the request of the commissioner, I'm going to be sticking fairly close to the earlier story, but with my own twist on the events.

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Anna groaned and rolled over on the sofa. This was the third day in a row she’d woken up with a splitting headache, and she was getting very tired of it. She was also just tired in general; she doubted she got more than a handful of hours of sleep this week in total. It can’t just be the weather, right? I’ve never had this much trouble falling asleep before.

Her groggy musings were cut short when the curtains suddenly opened, filling Kasumi’s apartment with light. “Morning,” Kasumi said, trying to feign a sense of optimism and energy. Anna could tell it was a front, though. Kasumi was starting to develop dark circles under her eyes from lack of sleep, and her smile didn’t quite reach her eyes.

“Class starts in half an hour,” Kasumi said as she gently shook Anna’s shoulder. “C’mon, get up.”

“What’s the point?” Anna muttered. “I’m not gonna learn anything anyway.”

“Anna, we both know you’ve already used up almost all of your unexcused absences,” Kasumi replied. “Now get up, or Robinson’s gonna fail you.”

“Ugh, fine.” Anna sat up and yawned. “Hm. Don’t think I brought a change of clothes with me…”

“No one’s gonna notice. Besides, most of them won’t be wearing anything at all, right?”

“Don’t remind me.” Anna rose off the couch and stretched, arching her back until she felt it pop. “Think it’ll be any worse today?”

“Almost certainly,” Kasumi sighed. “I wish we could get to the bottom of all this somehow. There has to be some explanation…”

“We can worry about that later. You showered yet?”

“Oh!” Kasumi exclaimed. “Crap, I forgot all about that! And you still need to–”

“Save it,” Anna interrupted. “You go, I can shower after class. Need to run by my dorm anyway.”

Kasumi opened her mouth to protest, but then closed it a moment later. “Alright.” She picked up her towel and shower stuff and walked out the door. Anna realized only then that Kasumi was wearing only a pair of panties, with no bra or anything else covering her.

Anna blinked. Wow… I must be more tired than I thought. I totally would’ve noticed that if my brain was working right now. She picked up her phone and idly checked her messages. But wouldn’t Kasumi have noticed that too? I mean, maybe she just sleeps topless, that’s not that weird, but… She shook her head and sighed. Whatever. It’s her apartment, she can have her boobs out in here if she wants. I just need to get ready for class.

She grabbed her jeans and stuck one leg through, then… Wait, where’s the other… oh, duh. Had them on the wrong way. Man, that’s embarrassing! She slid her jeans off and tried to put them on again, only for the same result to play out. What the hell? What’s wrong with me? I know how to put on pants!

Anna tried a few more times, but whenever she got halfway through putting on her jeans she seemed to get tripped up on something. Sometimes the other leg would seem to disappear, or she’d end up trying to fit both of her legs into the same side. At least once she thought she had them on right, only to realize she’d put them on upside-down.

By the time Kasumi came back, Anna had completely given up. She tossed her jeans aside and picked up her backpack, about to walk out the door before Kasumi stopped her. “What are you doing?”

“Going to class?” Anna replied.

“Uh, not like that you’re not,” Kasumi said sternly. “Where’s your pants?”

“Look, it’s fine. It’s probably too hot out to be wearing those jeans anyway, and besides, it’s not like anyone’s gonna mind it.”

“That’s… th-that’s true, but–”

“Kasumi, come on,” Anna moaned, tapping her foot impatiently. “You’re walking around topless and you’re gonna criticize me for not wearing pants?”

“I’m not–” Kasumi looked down and furrowed her brow. “Oh, huh, I guess I am. B-But that’s different! I’m just walking between here and the bathroom, I wouldn’t go outside like this!”

“Well, all my bits are covered. As far as I’m concerned, that’s enough, and it’s still way more than pretty much anyone else on campus right now.”

Kasumi groaned. “It’s pointless arguing with you. You’ve made your point, I’ll see you at class.”

Anna chuckled and strolled past Kasumi. Hell yeah, being annoying rules! Hm… I think Robinson was the professor who didn’t seem affected by the weird stuff the other day. Wonder if she’s still normal?


Ms. Robinson slid the strap-on out of Carrie’s ass and patted her TA on the back. “How was that?”

Carrie gave a small wave and a tired small, still panting.

“Give her a hand, folks!” Ms. Robinson said brightly, eliciting a round of polite applause from the students in the assembly hall.

Anna finally managed to pick up her jaw from the floor. Well… at least she’s not naked. Ms. Robinson was wearing a leather corset with matching gloves and tall black boots. And, of course, the strap-on she just fucked Carrie with. It was hardly appropriate attire for teaching a film studies class, but at least it was something. And, even though she didn’t want to admit, a part of Anna did enjoy seeing her normally-plain professor dressed up like a dominatrix.

But it was still a shock to see Ms. Robinson completely under the spell of whatever was happening to the rest of the campus. Just two days ago she was one of the only people who seemed to understand that everyone was acting weird, and now she was fully embracing it. What could’ve happened to make her like this? Could it still happen to me, or Kasumi, or any of my other friends?

“Now, I gave you all a couple extra days to watch Sunrise,” Ms. Robinson continued, as though she hadn’t just given her TA an anal orgasm a moment ago. “Let’s start out by asking what you all thought of it. Any volunteers?”

Absolutely no one in the room raised their hand.

Ms. Robinson scoffed and rolled her eyes. “Did any of you even watch it? God, they don’t pay me enough for this.” She scanned the room and tapped her chin. “Let’s see… Anna?”

Figures. Anna cleared her throat and tried to speak, but Ms. Robinson cut her off. “Come down here.”

“…Excuse me?”

“I said…” Ms. Robinson reached into a drawer in her desk and pulled out a flogger. “Come. Down. Here. Anna.”

The class giggled and murmured about how Anna was in trouble, as if Ms. Robinson had told her to stay after class and not suggested she was about to be whipped. Anna turned frantically to Kasumi, who stared at her with a look of abject horror.

“Now!” Ms. Robinson snapped, cracking her whip.

Anna jumped out of her seat. Oh god, oh god. What do I do? Surely there’s some part of Robinson that realizes how fucked this all is? She can’t seriously be ready to whip one of her students in the middle of class? Slowly, she made her way to the front of the room, keeping her eyes on the floor and trying to convince herself that this was all some elaborate joke.

Once she was standing in front of Ms. Robinson, the professor smirked. “Take off your panties.”

“No!” Anna squeaked. “I-I mean, um… th-that’s not–”

“Did you not hear me, Anna?” Ms. Robinson stepped closer. Anna hadn’t realized how tall her professor was; or maybe it was Anna that felt small. “Do you want to be disciplined even more than you already are?”

“I-I, um…” God, if she’s prepared to whip me for not watching a movie, I don’t even wanna know what she’d do if I disobeyed… “N-No.”

“No, what?”

“No, M-Ms. Robinson.”

“That’s better.” Ms. Robinson motioned for Anna to remove her panties. Anna complied quickly, wanting to just get it over with. She was surprised not to hear any jeers or catcalls from her classmates. Maybe that makes sense, though. Everyone else is naked, so me stripping doesn’t even register anymore.

Anna slid her panties down her legs, but before she could put them down Ms. Robinsons snapped her fingers and held out her hand. “Y-You want them?” Anna asked.

“Mhm.” Ms. Robinson looked at Anna expectantly.

“…Alright.” Anna placed her panties in Ms. Robinson’s hand.

“Thank you, Anna.” Ms. Robinson tossed Anna’s panties into a drawer in her desk. “Now, class, from now on this is what’s going to happen to people who don’t watch the films you’re supposed to study.”

“B-But I did watch it…”

“No backtalk, Anna.” Ms. Robinson glared at her student. “Unless there’s something else you’d like to give me?”

“N-No, Ms. Robinson,” Anna murmured. God, just kill me now.

“That’s what I thought.” Ms. Robinson smirked and pointed towards Anna’s empty seat. “Hurry back, now.”


After the class ended, Anna picked up her backpack and headed for the door. She found Kasumi out in the hall, and they both shared a look of absolute disbelief.

“Holy shit,” Kasumi said.

Anna just shrugged. “World’s going to hell. Seems like film studies isn’t immune either.” She tried to walk off, but Kasumi stopped her. “What?”

“You’re not gonna go back for them?”

“I… I dunno, should I?”

“I mean, I guess it’s kinda like if a professor takes your phone for texting in class.” Kasumi scratched her cheek. “You could at least ask?”

“Alright, fine.” Anna chuckled and shook her head. “Y’know, I think I’m starting to get used to this fucked-up stuff going on, and then I have to ask my professor for my panties back and it all goes back to square one. Go ahead and meet me at breakfast, I won’t be long.”

She walked back inside the lecture hall and steeled herself for whatever the newly-perverted Ms. Robinson would throw at her. She could see her professor sitting at her desk, doing… something. Is she blowing her nose? She’s holding something up to her face.

As she got closer, she got a better look at the scene. That… doesn’t look like a tissue. Why is it blue? And she’s not blowing her nose, it’s more like she’s… sniffing it? “Um, Ms. Robinson?”

“Oh!” Ms. Robinson jolted upright, laughing nervously. “Gosh, you scared me! What can I do for you…” She adjusted her glasses and smiled. “Oh, Anna, of course. You’d like these back, I assume?” She held up the blue fabric she was just holding to her face.

Anna’s eyes widened. “You… Were you just… sniffing my panties?”

Ms. Robinson blushed. “Y-You, uh, saw that, huh?”

“Um, yeah.”

“Oh, god,” Ms. Robinson groaned, holding her head in her leather-gloved hands. “This is so embarrassing. I swear, this is not why I asked for them earlier, I-I just… I’m n-not like this, it’s… ah, hard to explain…”

Anna couldn’t tell whether to be disgusted or furious. But… she seems to realize it’s wrong, at least a little… maybe she realizes what’s happening to her? “Do you want to talk about it?”

“N-No, that’s…” Ms. Robinson swallowed. “I mean, it’s, um… You don’t want to talk to some boring lady like me.”

“No, I do.” Anna leaned over Ms. Robinson’s desk. “Remember the other day, when you cancelled class early?”

“Oh, yeah,” Ms. Robinson chuckled bitterly. “I’m sorry about that, by the way, I don’t know what came over…” She shook her head. “I don’t know. You ever get the feeling that everyone else is in on some sort of joke, but no one ever told you?”

“All the time.” Finally, I’m getting through to someone. Maybe this’ll give me some answers about what’s happening.

“I bought this… this stupid thing,” Ms. Robinson continued, motioning to her dominatrix outfit, “years ago. It was some old boyfriend’s idea, but we didn’t last. I put it on a couple times for him, but it never felt right. But today, I woke up– oh, that reminds me, Anna, are you getting enough sleep? You seem tired.”

“I’m fine,” Anna said, stifling a yawn. “Now, you were saying?”

“Sleep is very important, Anna,” Ms. Robinson said, her eyes frighteningly intense all of a sudden. “You should really get some rest.”

“I said I’m fine, Ms. Robinson.”

Ms. Robinson blinked. “…Alright.” She sighed and scratched her head. “Uh, anyway, I’ve just had this in my closet for years and years. And then today, all of a sudden, I had this, like… urge to wear it. No, more than that. It was like my brain was screaming at me, begging me to put it on and wear it to class.” She paused. “I-I’m not hearing voices or anything, by the way! I’m not crazy, I just–”

“No, it’s okay,” Anna said reassuringly. “I believe you.”

“I-I don’t know what it is, it’s just… when I put it on, it felt… good.” Ms. Robinson’s eyes fluttered as she gently rubbed her thigh with her leather glove. “It feels so right.”

“Um…” Anna blushed. “You mentioned these, uh, u-urges?”

“Mhm.” Ms. Robinson smiled dreamily and purred. “I just can’t help myself, Anna. I need to get fucked so badly.”

“I-If I could just, um,” Anna stammered, taking a step back, “have my… panties back…”

“You mean these?” Ms. Robinson picked up Anna’s panties and held them up to her face, taking a long, deep breath. “Oh, Anna, you wouldn’t take these away from me, would you? Doesn’t your professor deserve a reward every once in a while?”

“Stop it!” Anna shouted, slamming her fist on Ms. Robinson’s desk. “Can’t you see this is wrong?!”

“Anna!” Ms. Robinson gasped, blinking rapidly. “Oh… oh, god, what…” She threw Anna’s panties to the floor and staggered back, breathing heavily. “What am I doing?”

“Ms. Robinson…” Anna took a step forward, staring at her professor warily. What’s happening to her? Is she trying to fight off what’s happened to her?

“Oh, Anna, please forgive me…” Ms. Robinson dropped to her knees, slowly rubbing her forehead. “I’ve been such a… bad girl…”

Oh, nope, that is not what’s happening. Anna cautiously approached her discarded panties. “I-I’ll just, um… take these–”

As Anna reached down, Ms. Robinson suddenly sprung forward, clutching Anna’s legs and looking up at her with a lewd expression. “Anna, please! Let me make this up to you…”

“N-Nope, I’m, uh, I’m good!” Anna smiled nervously and tried to pry Ms. Robinson off her.

“Then let me make a deal with you,” Ms. Robinson purred. “You’ll let me keep those… and in return…” She stuck her tongue out and wiggled her hips, giggling.

“Y-You– um, th-that’s really… nice of you, but…” Anna swallowed. The more she talked, the less she wanted to fight. I can’t do this. I shouldn’t do this. I really… really…

“C’mooooon, Anna,” Ms. Robinson grinned, kissing Anna’s thigh. “Don’t you want it?”

“No!” Anna shouted, pushing Ms. Robinson away and sprinting out of the room before her body could betray her.


Kasumi checked her phone again. “Still nothing,” she sighed. “What’s keeping her?”

Lena chewed her toast and tried not to stare at Kasumi’s breasts barely hidden by her sheer blouse. “M-Maybe, um… Ms. Robinson is doing… stuff with her?”

“Oh, don’t be stupid,” Kasumi scoffed, taking a sip of her orange juice and scanning the dining hall. “There’s no way Robinson would do anything like that.”

“Didn’t you just say she was doing… u-um… doing her TA at the start of class?”

“…Well, yeah, but it’s different when it’s a student. Besides, Anna wouldn’t agree to anything like– oh!” Kasumi stood up and waved at Anna as she entered the dining hall.

Anna ran up to the table, panting for breath and still lacking her panties. “H-Hey.”

“Um… Anna?” she asked, eyeing her friend suspiciously. “Where… um, how’d it go with Robinson?”

“She tried to fuck me,” Anna said matter-of-factly, dropping her backpack carelessly to the floor and plopping down next to Lena.

“She what?!” Kasumi gasped. “B-Buh… Wha…?”

“Kasumi, I think our professor’s an even bigger pervert than we thought,” Anna sighed. “When I went to talk to her, she had my panties out, and was, like, sniffing them.”

Lena blushed and covered her face. “Oh, g-gosh…”

“And then she started talking about how she’s been fighting off these weird urges,” Anna continued, “like her brain’s forcing her to do all this weird stuff, and then she got down on her knees and…” Anna paused. “Um, Kasumi?”

“Anna,” Kasumi said slowly, her face pale, “do you not hear yourself?”

“There’s nothing wrong with my hearing. Look, she would only give me my panties back if I agreed to let her eat me out, and–”

“And you don’t even care that she’s not in her right mind!” Kasumi smacked Anna’s shoulder. “For fuck’s sakes, Anna!”

“Ow!” Anna yelped, rubbing her shoulder. “I-I do care! I said no, didn’t I?”

“That’s not the point, Anna! She’s not herself, none of these people are! Don’t you get that?”

“Well, what else was I supposed to do, Kasumi?” Anna snapped. “I can’t just wave my hand and make people not act crazy anymore!”

“I know, but…” Kasumi rubbed her eyes and groaned. “The way you talk about it, it’s like you think this is all some big joke. Something is seriously wrong here, and it feels like I’m the only one who actually gives a shit!”

“Gives a shit about what?” asked Morgan as she set her tray down, sneaking up to the table unnoticed.

“Oh, hey, Mor–” Anna froze as she realized what Morgan was wearing. Or, rather, not wearing. “So, uh… you’re naked now too, huh?”

Morgan rolled her eyes. “As if. I’ve still got my panties on, unlike you.”

“And nothing else,” Anna sighed. Those don’t even cover much anyway. I didn’t realize Morgan owned a thong, she doesn’t seem like the type. “Anyway, have you seen Barbara? I haven’t heard from her all morning?”

“Oh, she’s around here somewhere,” Morgan smirked. “Right about… there.”

She pointed off to a corner of the room where a lot of people were gathered. Anna hadn’t paid it much attention, but now she realized exactly what Morgan was talking about. Barbara and a trio of her fellow runners were up on a table, openly having an orgy right in the dining hall. Their moans echoed off the linoleum floor, yet no one even seemed to care. Everyone just went on with their day as if nothing unusual was happening.

“Sounds about right,” Kasumi said bitterly. “What about you, had any good fucks lately, Morgan?”

“Oh, yeah,” Morgan chuckled. “You know that English lit professor, Davis? The one with the really big tits?”

“Think I’ve got her after this,” Anna said, already dreading where this conversation was headed.

“Well, I didn’t do my assignment,” Morgan continued, “and she was real mad at me. She held me back after class, tore me a new one for never turning my shit in on time.” She leaned forward, grinning. “So I slapped her and shoved my fingers in her cunt.”

“Jesus!” Kasumi groaned, rubbing her forehead. “Morgan, what the fuck?”

Morgan shrugged. “Hey, she didn’t mind. She was super into it! Kept begging me to go faster, even asked me to choke her! I mean, holy shit, who would’ve guessed she was into that kinda thing?”

“So does that mean you’re gay?” Anna asked. “Y’know, seeing as you just fucked another woman.”

“What? No, of course not,” Morgan sneered. “You’re the only dyke I know, Anna.”

“Hey!” Lena shouted, jabbing a finger in Morgan’s face. “You don’t get to call her that!”

Morgan froze, momentarily shocked by Lena’s uncharacteristically furious response. “E-Easy,” she muttered, holding her hands up in surrender. “Look, all I’m trying to say is that fucking your MILF-y professor after she calls you a low-life doesn’t make you gay.”

“You know what, Morgan?” Anna growled, standing and picking up her backpack. “Fuck you. You’re gonna call me a slut just because I’m a lesbian and then go and fuck your professor? Just… just fuck you!” She turned around and stormed out, not turning back even when she heard Kasumi calling after her.


“Anna, wait!” Kasumi cried, finally catching up to Anna and grabbing her hand. “I’m so sorry, I don’t know why Morgan is…” She paused. “Anna?”

Anna sobbed, holding her friend tight. “God, I’m sorry,” she sniffled. “I shouldn’t let her get to me like this–”

“N-No. No, it’s okay.” Kasumi returned the hug and squeezed Anna tight. “Morgan was an asshole. What she said was so not okay.”

“Thanks,” Anna said quietly. “Um… i-is it okay that I don’t wanna let go right now?”

Kasumi chuckled. “Yeah, you’re good. I’ll only break it off if you do.”

“Oh, Anna!” said a familiar voice from down the street. “Are you okay? You didn’t come back last night, I was worried about you.”

“Elena?” Anna turned and did a double-take when she saw her roommate coming towards her. All Elena had on was a pair of latex boots and gloves that stretched all the way to her torso and a pair of fake bunny ears. “Is that… uh… wh-what is that?”

“Oh, this?” Elena giggled, twirling around and showing off her outfit and the anal plug with a ball of fluff at the other end she was wearing too. “It’s called a… reverse bunny suit, I think?”

“Wha…” Kasumi shook her head, bewildered. “Where would you even get something like that?”

“Y’know, it’s the strangest thing,” Elena replied. “I just found it in my dresser this morning! I don’t remember buying it, but it feels like it’s always been there. Does that make any sense?”

“Not… really?”

Elena shrugged. “Well, anyway, I think it’s hot! Plus, I gave Grace the code to my plug, so she can– ah!” Her body suddenly spasmed and shook, and Anna heard a faint buzzing noise.

“C-Code?” Anna asked, her mind still struggling to comprehend what she was seeing. “Wh-What code?”

“J-Just, oh! Just a s-second!” Elena stammered, groping her breasts and sticking her ass out, still shuddering with pleasure. Anna tried not to look, but couldn’t help but notice that Elena was soaking wet between her legs.

Finally, Elena seemed to calm down, and the buzzing noise stopped. “Whew!” Elena smiled. “Yeah, my plug’s connected to Grace’s phone, so she can do that whenever she wants. Cool, huh?”

Anna stared at Elena, slack-jawed. “…Uh. Sure. Cool.”

“Anyway,” Elena said, “are you coming back tonight? I’m gonna have Courtney over and thought I should let you know, after how you reacted the other day.”

“Oh, tha– wait, who’s Courtney?”

Right on cue, another barely-dressed woman crawled past Anna and Kasumi towards Elena. She wore nothing except a dog-ear headband and a collar around her neck, complete with a leash that she held in her mouth.

“Oh, hi, puppy!” Elena cooed, kneeling down and patting the woman’s head. “Does Courtney want to go for walkies?”

“Arf!” Courtney replied, sticking her tongue out and wagging her butt.

“…Y’know, uh, I think Anna’s gonna stay with me tonight,” Kasumi said. “Anyway, we’ve got to run to class, so…” She gripped Anna’s hand tightly. “Let’s go!”

“U-Um…” Anna stared at Courtney, drooling.

“We’re leaving, Anna!” Kasumi said loudly, dragging her friend away from the scene.


Anna flopped down on Kasumi’s sofa and groaned. “What a day.”

“You’re telling me,” Kasumi sighed. She unclasped her bra and tossed it to the floor, and was about to remove her stockings when she paused. “Hm.”

“What’s up?”

“I dunno, I just…” Kasumi ran her hand over her thigh and squeezed it gently. “I never realized how smooth it feels. It’s nice.”

“Uh… sure?” Anna shook her head. What the hell is she talking about? Maybe she’s just sleep-deprived. God knows I am.

“Anyway,” Kasumi said, “is there anything you need from your dorm room?”

“Ugh, I am not going back there anytime soon,” Anna sneered. “Not as long as Elena’s under this spell or whatever it is. Would it be ok if I borrowed a pair of your panties for tomorrow?”

“Clean ones, sure,” Kasumi smirked. “Unless you and Robinson share any particular habits I’m unaware of?”

“Ugh, ew!” Anna tossed one of her pillows at Kasumi. “Don’t remind me! That was so gross!”

“Sorry, couldn’t resist!” Kasumi laughed. “Although, you gotta wonder how much of this is, like, implanted instead of something she already did.”

“What do you mean?”

“Like, maybe Robinson was always some weird… panty-sniffing pervert. But she knew to hide it, before all the rules changed.”

“Hm… maybe. She did say she already had that dominatrix outfit before today.” Anna shrugged. “It’s just hard to imagine her being like that. She doesn’t seem like the perverted type.”

“If you ask me,” Kasumi said, “I think everyone’s at least a little perverted. Most people are just good at hiding it.”

“Or were.” Anna yawned. “Ugh, it’s not even late and I’m exhausted.”

“Same,” Kasumi sighed. “Let’s just call it a night.”

“Fine by me.” Anna tucked herself into bed and flicked off the lights. “Good night, Kasumi.”

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