Pantsing and Stripping Forums

After a few days and a weekend of contemplation, it was time for us to face another eventful Monday morning. The decision-making process allowed our teens, Bailey and Zach, to confirm their choice regarding their attire for the remainder of their school year. It also provided them with an ...

As I left the office, my gaze drifted to the wall clock, noting that it was nearly 8 am. A twinge of concern pricked me as I realized I still had a solid hour of commuting ahead of me, with the unpredictable nature of traffic looming over my journey. I quickly leaned in to plant a kiss on my ...

Bailey, Marla Daughter (Edited)

[Author’s note] This tale was 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 ...

In the tranquil embrace of the morning, when the sun casts its first gentle glow over Wilson High School, life awakens. Amidst the bustling energy of the start of another day, I, Bailey Williams, find myself at the threshold of yet another chapter, contemplating the intricate tapestry of existence ...

As the first rays of morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, I awakened to the remnants of last night's dreams still clinging to the edges of my consciousness. It was a night unlike any other, where surreal visions of vulnerability and exposure danced through my mind, leaving me grappling ...

As I stepped out of the classroom door, I found myself face to face with Carrie, a familiar face amidst the bustling school corridors. Together, we fell into step, our footsteps echoing against the tiled floor as we made our way toward the lunch line. The air was charged with the buzz of ...

As the naked secretary began attaching something to their collars, that caused a distinct sound to echo throughout the room. At that moment, a wave of realization washed over me as I witnessed my childhood friend become something unnoticeable. I had just seen them being transformed into a servant ...

Today marked the first time this week that I’d be meeting Carrie outside her house. As I approached, I couldn’t help but notice a difference from last Friday morning when she was dressed in a sharp blouse and slacks. Shaking off the observation, I reminded myself that we had both chosen this ...

I’m Danielle Fischer, a 15-year-old sophomore at Simps High School. You know, just your average teen with parents who aren’t rich but manage to give us everything we need. We live in this modest ranch house in the City of Simps, about two hours north of San Francisco.

Today started like any other ...