Pantsing and Stripping Forums

Chapter One: Cracks in the Facade

It’s an ordinary Tuesday morning at Crestwood High School, where the bustling noise of students fills the air, and gossip echoes through the halls like a daily ritual. Here I am, Almena Parson, a mere 16 years old, confidently navigating the corridors as if my life ...

Thank you for keeping this story and others exciting and impatient waiting for the next chapters.

Thank you for the Christmas Present

Chapter 2: The Doctor’s Visit

I nearly died of discomfort attempting to put all of my attention on reading more about my condition. To be with me for the appointment, Mom had taken off work to take me to the pediatric dermatologist and a therapist for Friday afternoon. Looking out the window ...

The lobby provided little solace as I bid farewell to Alda and Maria with hugs and kisses. Maria showed me a text on her phone that stated, “Cheer canceled for tonight's game in support of ,Almena’s absence and recovery.”

Approaching the hospital doors revealed another surprise—a young mother with ...

In the vast expanse of time, each moment seemed to stretch infinitely, a testament to the uncertainty that had become my constant companion. Ever since my world had fractured irreparably, the simple act of clothing myself had become a luxury lost to the past. Each day felt like a relentless struggle ...

At the crossroads, what direction is she going to take?

This tale was first published during the 2000s on the now-defunct ASN Indian Outlaw platform and later circulated on various other dormant websites. When revising this narrative, the aim is to enhance it without detracting from its original essence ...

Greetings, I'm Marla, a devoted mother to two teenagers and happily wed. Today's dawn mirrored the rhythm of any typical Wednesday: orchestrating the family's morning routine before embarking on the familiar hour-long commute to my workplace. As is customary, I'm usually the first to arrive ...

As I sat in my car, grappling with the whirlwind of emotions that had defined the day, I was momentarily startled by the sight of Jeff, one of the male managers, climbing into his truck completely naked. His unabashed display of nudity served as a stark reminder of the surreal circumstances we now ...